idols & rivalries
{Satsuki & Ryouhei}
{Chateau de Satsuki}
{Rated PG}
Ryouhei had been sitting up watching television all afternoon, he hadn’t been able to concentrate much on anything but it since he had found out that Shun had really hired him.
As optimistic as he seemed at the time, he hadn’t really planned out what to do when he succeeded… just what to do if he failed. For the first time in his life he had a job that wouldn’t put him in jail.
It was an amazing thought, and he had been ignoring the little he had seen of Satsuki all day to stare at the screen and wonder at this.
The ex-prostitute was now a model for Morikawa Agencies, miracles do happen.
Miracles did happen, indeed- though Satsuki's was of a much smaller variety, being that he'd woken up that morning inspired to study instead of thinking about JJ. And thank God for that, because if his grades suffered any more then he'd be even more of a useless person.
God knew he couldn't stay at Graycie's for much longer without killing himself, but what the fuck was he supposed to do once he left? There was nothing for him. He just wasn't qualified.
Oh, well.
Deciding he was well caught up at least for that day, he wandered casually to the living room to see what his good friend Ryouhei was up to. "Yo. What are you watching?" He sat down. "Looks dull."
Ryouhei’s glazed over eyes rose for the first time that day from the moving pictures and settled on Satsuki. The eyes were wide and his mouth was in an expression in disbelief. “I got a new job!” He finally said, the first time he was admitting out lout that he had indeed done the impossible.
A bright grin swept across Ryouhei’s face suddenly and he jumped up from the couch and hugged his best friend. “I FINALLY GOT A JOOOOOOOB!” He shouted in a singsong voice, almost cackling with happiness.
He was sure that if Satsuki hadn’t already thought him mental, than he would now.
Satsuki froze, unsure of what to make of such behaviour. Ryouhei had always been... weird, but not really... touchy feely.
"I take it by your actions that he at least smells all right? Perhaps even shaves regularly and doesn't weigh four times as much as you do?" Satsuki reached around to pat his friend on the back, a slight grin stretching across his face.
Well, at least he wouldn't be the only one paying for stuff. For a while, at least.
Ryouhei stopped hugging Satsuki and backed away, staring at Satsuki a bit confused when it hit him. DUH, Ryouhei hadn’t quite made it clear that by job he meant, real job.
The ex-prostitute shook his head and smiled brightly. “I’d like to inform you Mr. Satsuki, that my job is perfectly legal and in fact I will now be working beside the likes of Jui Ayukawa as an idol.” He posed rather triumphantly before laughing some more.
“I can’t believe the man agreed to hire me, I think something out there loves me. Kisaki’s interference has actually turned into a blessing.” Who would have thought?
Satsuki simply stared at his friend, looking for any sign that he was fucking around. Idol? Jui Ayukawa? Why the fuck would anyone want to work with Jui Ayukawa?
....
Whoa.
"Get the fuck out." There was no way- he had to be joking around. People like Satsuki and Ryouhei didn't do that kind of work... but what did Ryouhei have to gain from joking about that? It certainly wasn't funny.
“I’m completely serious! I got the idea that, since the only thing going for me business wise are my looks, modeling was my best bet and who better to go to than the person who found and molded that twat?” Ryouhei flopped back on the couch and shook his head at the ceiling, still smiling wildly.
“I can’t believe Shun Morikawa hired me when he realized I didn’t exist for the government and that I used to be a prostitute. That man is insane.” And thank god for that or Ryouhei would have just tried to use whore connections to get a new corner.
Satsuki had no idea what to make of this except that Shun Morikawa probably wanted to get laid. Ryouhei would make a good model, probably- not that Satsuki knew shit about modelling. He was sort of... exotically cute. One thing was certain- it would be nice to have someone to look at besides Ayukawa Jui.
"He'll probably want to fuck you. Try not to get any corporate STDs." Satsuki ruffled Ryouhei's hair, then grinned. "But hey, it sure sounds exciting. You'll get paid a whole lot to smile for the camera and you can find out what those freaky people are all really like." Bulimic junkies, all of them. They had to be to do that job.
Ryouhei giggled. “I pulled the crossdresser card, god I’m so ecstatic, I think I may actually be happy with this job, so much better than constantly being fucked when you’re not gay.” The smile grew wider. “For you see, now I’ll only sometimes fucked.” He sighed and closed his eyes.
“So how was your job?” He was of course referring to yesterday, Satsuki had been gone for a lot of the day, so he assumed it was shitty beyond belief.
Satsuki's eyes darkened. "Some employee tried to steal some expensive coat so I had to drag her ass to my boss and watch her cry while she got fired. Some kid threw up all over the one of the dressing rooms. And I had a headache all day. Other than that it was pretty normal." So fucking boring- there was nothing to do but think about JJ.
"I need a new job, though, I think. I can't fucking handle that place forever." For another week, even- but where would he go? Maybe some positions would open up for the summer somewhere, but they'd all be the same as the job he had now. Sigh.
Ryouhei snorted. “You should totally see if you come work at Morikawa Agencies with me. You probably don’t want to be a model, but I could totally run the secretary out within a week, she already thinks I’m the spawn of the devil.” The now-model smirked. As much as it really wasn’t the adorable girl’s fault, he didn’t want to deal with her glaring and fearing him, especially when he could be working with his best friend.
Hey, if he could get hired as a model without proof of existence, Satsuki could get hired as a secretary applying the old fashion way no problem, and if not? Well, Ryouhei could always use his body to help.
Secretary? "I think secretaries require some kind of secretary training. Though I can type at a gazillion words a minute when I'm manic." It was an interesting idea, he had to admit, just to be able to work in that place which had to be a lot more interesting than Graycie's.
"Though, if you could get Morikawa to hire you, perhaps you can pull a few strings for me."
...What the fuck did a secretary do, anyway? Talk on the phone? Bring people lunch? Type stuff out? Anyone could do that shit- especially someone who was at least half a hermit like he was.
“I think as long as you put: plays well with others, and knows how to organize things, on your resume, you’ll be fine. And if not, I’d be very happy to pull every string I can get my hands on.” Ryouhei laughed and wink, while making the motion of pulling strings with his hands.
If Satsuki was actually thinking about it than he wasn’t going to give up, it would make Morikawa Agencies the best place ever.
Way, way better than corners, limousines, love hotels and sleazy extra apartments.
Satsuki shrugged. "Cool. Sounds better than Graycie's, anyway. Probably pays better. More amusing action, too." And a lot of nice people to look at and keep his mind off other things. "I want to see what these dickheads are really like when no one's filming them."
Especially people like Ayukawa Jui, who was so sickeningly sweet on TV it made Satsuki want to pull all his teeth out.
"I'll try. What could it hurt?"
Ryouhei smiled brightly and sat up. “Absolutely nothing! Well… except maybe my ass if he says no the first time.”
Something about Morikawa though struck Ryouhei that he was one who liked to do something different, liked to take challenges, and of course liked to do it all efficiently.
And thank god too, because things were finally starting to look up.
Satsuki smirked. This was most beneficial for Ryouhei, of course- he'd certainly jumped a few levels. "I'm proud of you. You'll be rich now. No more street corners for you."
Just what Kisaki had wanted, but... oh, well. Fuck him.
"Speaking of Ayukawa, I saw a picture of him trying to take Jun ki Lee's pants off." A snort. "You've gotten yourself into an amazing environment."
Ryouhei smirked. “I’m so excited to show that little boy up. I’m determined to do it no matter how many times I need to pose in front of your bathroom mirror. He needs someone to annoy the living daylights out of him, someone to make him almost lose his cool on camera.” The brunette was positive that Jui thought that he was the shit.
“I wouldn’t do anything enough to get my fired, or to annoy his fangirls. In fact, I’m sure they’ll be writing yaoi about us as soon as I release my personality upon him.” He chuckled evilly, and then looked up to smile innocently at the smaller man.
"Release your personality?" Satsuki snorted. "If he weren't such an annoying twat I'd feel sorry for him. That can be your goal, though. To fuck him up. Because if I turn on my TV and see him smiling and pretending to like everyone in the fucking world I will probably break it and I can't afford to buy two TVs in one year."
He sort of regretted breaking the first one, but he'd given up. He couldn't blame himself for reacting to the thing that dug into him so deeply.
"Do me a favour and find out why he and Jun ki got in a catfight. I bet it's a great story." More amusing than his own life, at least.
“Of course!” Ryouhei replied to both of Satsuki’s statements. “I think it’s a noble goal to make a person show their true self on televison, and I love playing detective so I’ll be sure to stick my nose where it does not belong!”
Ryouhei’s mind pondered that last bit. “And I don’t mean by someone’s behind. Those days are over thank you very much.”
Fuck yeah.
Another snort, a shiver. Satsuki didn't like the idea of someone sticking their nose in someone else's ass, but he would assume that Ryouhei wasn't being completely literal.
"Do that. If you start some sort of mad rivalry with him it'll help your popularity grow." Perhaps it would be one of those Americaesque battles where Tshirts would be made that said shit like 'Team Ryouhei' and 'Team Jui'. "People will write yaoi with the two of you making out in the bathroom every day and trying to hide your love from Morikawa. And I will read it all."
“I will be the most popular crossdresser in all of Japan!” Ryouhei declared, standing on Satsuki’s couch. The television just happened to go to applause for the concert that was going on, on the screen and the brunette burst out laughing at the coincidence.
“This year is going to be a lot more fun than last year, that’s for sure.” He hopped back down on the couch.
“Here’s to a life among idols and rivalries!” Ryouhei’s fist shot into the air and he looked at the Satsuki determined. He was going to make this work.
{Chateau de Satsuki}
{Rated PG}
Ryouhei had been sitting up watching television all afternoon, he hadn’t been able to concentrate much on anything but it since he had found out that Shun had really hired him.
As optimistic as he seemed at the time, he hadn’t really planned out what to do when he succeeded… just what to do if he failed. For the first time in his life he had a job that wouldn’t put him in jail.
It was an amazing thought, and he had been ignoring the little he had seen of Satsuki all day to stare at the screen and wonder at this.
The ex-prostitute was now a model for Morikawa Agencies, miracles do happen.
Miracles did happen, indeed- though Satsuki's was of a much smaller variety, being that he'd woken up that morning inspired to study instead of thinking about JJ. And thank God for that, because if his grades suffered any more then he'd be even more of a useless person.
God knew he couldn't stay at Graycie's for much longer without killing himself, but what the fuck was he supposed to do once he left? There was nothing for him. He just wasn't qualified.
Oh, well.
Deciding he was well caught up at least for that day, he wandered casually to the living room to see what his good friend Ryouhei was up to. "Yo. What are you watching?" He sat down. "Looks dull."
Ryouhei’s glazed over eyes rose for the first time that day from the moving pictures and settled on Satsuki. The eyes were wide and his mouth was in an expression in disbelief. “I got a new job!” He finally said, the first time he was admitting out lout that he had indeed done the impossible.
A bright grin swept across Ryouhei’s face suddenly and he jumped up from the couch and hugged his best friend. “I FINALLY GOT A JOOOOOOOB!” He shouted in a singsong voice, almost cackling with happiness.
He was sure that if Satsuki hadn’t already thought him mental, than he would now.
Satsuki froze, unsure of what to make of such behaviour. Ryouhei had always been... weird, but not really... touchy feely.
"I take it by your actions that he at least smells all right? Perhaps even shaves regularly and doesn't weigh four times as much as you do?" Satsuki reached around to pat his friend on the back, a slight grin stretching across his face.
Well, at least he wouldn't be the only one paying for stuff. For a while, at least.
Ryouhei stopped hugging Satsuki and backed away, staring at Satsuki a bit confused when it hit him. DUH, Ryouhei hadn’t quite made it clear that by job he meant, real job.
The ex-prostitute shook his head and smiled brightly. “I’d like to inform you Mr. Satsuki, that my job is perfectly legal and in fact I will now be working beside the likes of Jui Ayukawa as an idol.” He posed rather triumphantly before laughing some more.
“I can’t believe the man agreed to hire me, I think something out there loves me. Kisaki’s interference has actually turned into a blessing.” Who would have thought?
Satsuki simply stared at his friend, looking for any sign that he was fucking around. Idol? Jui Ayukawa? Why the fuck would anyone want to work with Jui Ayukawa?
....
Whoa.
"Get the fuck out." There was no way- he had to be joking around. People like Satsuki and Ryouhei didn't do that kind of work... but what did Ryouhei have to gain from joking about that? It certainly wasn't funny.
“I’m completely serious! I got the idea that, since the only thing going for me business wise are my looks, modeling was my best bet and who better to go to than the person who found and molded that twat?” Ryouhei flopped back on the couch and shook his head at the ceiling, still smiling wildly.
“I can’t believe Shun Morikawa hired me when he realized I didn’t exist for the government and that I used to be a prostitute. That man is insane.” And thank god for that or Ryouhei would have just tried to use whore connections to get a new corner.
Satsuki had no idea what to make of this except that Shun Morikawa probably wanted to get laid. Ryouhei would make a good model, probably- not that Satsuki knew shit about modelling. He was sort of... exotically cute. One thing was certain- it would be nice to have someone to look at besides Ayukawa Jui.
"He'll probably want to fuck you. Try not to get any corporate STDs." Satsuki ruffled Ryouhei's hair, then grinned. "But hey, it sure sounds exciting. You'll get paid a whole lot to smile for the camera and you can find out what those freaky people are all really like." Bulimic junkies, all of them. They had to be to do that job.
Ryouhei giggled. “I pulled the crossdresser card, god I’m so ecstatic, I think I may actually be happy with this job, so much better than constantly being fucked when you’re not gay.” The smile grew wider. “For you see, now I’ll only sometimes fucked.” He sighed and closed his eyes.
“So how was your job?” He was of course referring to yesterday, Satsuki had been gone for a lot of the day, so he assumed it was shitty beyond belief.
Satsuki's eyes darkened. "Some employee tried to steal some expensive coat so I had to drag her ass to my boss and watch her cry while she got fired. Some kid threw up all over the one of the dressing rooms. And I had a headache all day. Other than that it was pretty normal." So fucking boring- there was nothing to do but think about JJ.
"I need a new job, though, I think. I can't fucking handle that place forever." For another week, even- but where would he go? Maybe some positions would open up for the summer somewhere, but they'd all be the same as the job he had now. Sigh.
Ryouhei snorted. “You should totally see if you come work at Morikawa Agencies with me. You probably don’t want to be a model, but I could totally run the secretary out within a week, she already thinks I’m the spawn of the devil.” The now-model smirked. As much as it really wasn’t the adorable girl’s fault, he didn’t want to deal with her glaring and fearing him, especially when he could be working with his best friend.
Hey, if he could get hired as a model without proof of existence, Satsuki could get hired as a secretary applying the old fashion way no problem, and if not? Well, Ryouhei could always use his body to help.
Secretary? "I think secretaries require some kind of secretary training. Though I can type at a gazillion words a minute when I'm manic." It was an interesting idea, he had to admit, just to be able to work in that place which had to be a lot more interesting than Graycie's.
"Though, if you could get Morikawa to hire you, perhaps you can pull a few strings for me."
...What the fuck did a secretary do, anyway? Talk on the phone? Bring people lunch? Type stuff out? Anyone could do that shit- especially someone who was at least half a hermit like he was.
“I think as long as you put: plays well with others, and knows how to organize things, on your resume, you’ll be fine. And if not, I’d be very happy to pull every string I can get my hands on.” Ryouhei laughed and wink, while making the motion of pulling strings with his hands.
If Satsuki was actually thinking about it than he wasn’t going to give up, it would make Morikawa Agencies the best place ever.
Way, way better than corners, limousines, love hotels and sleazy extra apartments.
Satsuki shrugged. "Cool. Sounds better than Graycie's, anyway. Probably pays better. More amusing action, too." And a lot of nice people to look at and keep his mind off other things. "I want to see what these dickheads are really like when no one's filming them."
Especially people like Ayukawa Jui, who was so sickeningly sweet on TV it made Satsuki want to pull all his teeth out.
"I'll try. What could it hurt?"
Ryouhei smiled brightly and sat up. “Absolutely nothing! Well… except maybe my ass if he says no the first time.”
Something about Morikawa though struck Ryouhei that he was one who liked to do something different, liked to take challenges, and of course liked to do it all efficiently.
And thank god too, because things were finally starting to look up.
Satsuki smirked. This was most beneficial for Ryouhei, of course- he'd certainly jumped a few levels. "I'm proud of you. You'll be rich now. No more street corners for you."
Just what Kisaki had wanted, but... oh, well. Fuck him.
"Speaking of Ayukawa, I saw a picture of him trying to take Jun ki Lee's pants off." A snort. "You've gotten yourself into an amazing environment."
Ryouhei smirked. “I’m so excited to show that little boy up. I’m determined to do it no matter how many times I need to pose in front of your bathroom mirror. He needs someone to annoy the living daylights out of him, someone to make him almost lose his cool on camera.” The brunette was positive that Jui thought that he was the shit.
“I wouldn’t do anything enough to get my fired, or to annoy his fangirls. In fact, I’m sure they’ll be writing yaoi about us as soon as I release my personality upon him.” He chuckled evilly, and then looked up to smile innocently at the smaller man.
"Release your personality?" Satsuki snorted. "If he weren't such an annoying twat I'd feel sorry for him. That can be your goal, though. To fuck him up. Because if I turn on my TV and see him smiling and pretending to like everyone in the fucking world I will probably break it and I can't afford to buy two TVs in one year."
He sort of regretted breaking the first one, but he'd given up. He couldn't blame himself for reacting to the thing that dug into him so deeply.
"Do me a favour and find out why he and Jun ki got in a catfight. I bet it's a great story." More amusing than his own life, at least.
“Of course!” Ryouhei replied to both of Satsuki’s statements. “I think it’s a noble goal to make a person show their true self on televison, and I love playing detective so I’ll be sure to stick my nose where it does not belong!”
Ryouhei’s mind pondered that last bit. “And I don’t mean by someone’s behind. Those days are over thank you very much.”
Fuck yeah.
Another snort, a shiver. Satsuki didn't like the idea of someone sticking their nose in someone else's ass, but he would assume that Ryouhei wasn't being completely literal.
"Do that. If you start some sort of mad rivalry with him it'll help your popularity grow." Perhaps it would be one of those Americaesque battles where Tshirts would be made that said shit like 'Team Ryouhei' and 'Team Jui'. "People will write yaoi with the two of you making out in the bathroom every day and trying to hide your love from Morikawa. And I will read it all."
“I will be the most popular crossdresser in all of Japan!” Ryouhei declared, standing on Satsuki’s couch. The television just happened to go to applause for the concert that was going on, on the screen and the brunette burst out laughing at the coincidence.
“This year is going to be a lot more fun than last year, that’s for sure.” He hopped back down on the couch.
“Here’s to a life among idols and rivalries!” Ryouhei’s fist shot into the air and he looked at the Satsuki determined. He was going to make this work.