Papercut
Title: Papercut
Author: Tezawari
Genre: AU
Pairings: RyoxShige
Ratings: PG
Word Count: 1131
Disclaimers: These pretty boys are not mine nor are any of the references and/or companies that own them.
Summary: Kato Shigeaki is a simple guy doing paparazzi on the side to make money. He finds himself with a new target in his sights.
Author's Notes: Uh… I wrote this in an hour between my classes. I know that someone, if not more than one person, will not be happy that I wrote this instead of something else. I don’t wanna die.
I drop the sealed envelope on my boss’ desk. He hates how I constantly sea something I know he would have to end up opening anyway. His hand roughly grabs the paper envelope and rip through the freshly moistened adhesive that my tongue ran along before folding the top flap closed as I had approached his office. I stifle a laugh at the old man’s hiss through his teeth when it appeared that he got another nice little paper cut due to his carelessness. He gave me a look with a shift of his eyes, knowing I torment him like this. But, it’s the least I can do since my job hangs on his very word. I know he could fire me anytime he wishes. However, as I watch him studying the photos that he pulled out of the envelope and sigh in n exasperated manner, it always reminds me just how valuable my skill is to him and this dingy tabloid company. Even with the meager pay I get from this job, at least there is some fun that I can do from all this.
“Not bad this time, Kato.”
Well, of course. I give a simple nod of my head and mutter thank you under my breath. I wait while I watch him scribble down a number on the front of the envelope, circles it, sign it haphazardly, and toss it back in my direction. Again, I give my thanks and move forward to pick up the envelope.
“We need something new, Kato,” I vaguely hear him say.
A noise of questioning and curiosity came out of my throat. “Like what?”
The last time this crazy boss of min wanted something new, it had me following a transvestite celebrity only because the old man was attracted to her.
“I know you prefer female subjects,” he began to explain. I could already feel darkness loom over my head. I just wanted to collect my photos’ pay and take a break for the week. “But, the demand is always with those pretty boys so, you know what I want.”
With a flick of a wrist, the old man motioned for me to leave, to which I do. My hand tries not to claw at the envelope as I trudge to the front desk. I’m usually quite sickly sweet to the small-eyed, big-breasted secretary but I am in no mood. She grants me my check according to whatever amount that bastard wrote down. She kindly but nervously passes it to me, sensing my less-than-happy aura surrounding me. I still could not help but snatch it from her small hands accidentally running the piece of paper against the skin between her index and thumb. At the sound of her pained whimper, I suddenly feel guilty for my harsh manners towards the innocent in the way of my frustration. My hand wraps around her dainty wrist as I draw it towards me for my tongue to lap lightly at the pooling blood of the slit cut.
“Forgive me, Akari-chan,” I sat in courteous fashion. Girls like this stuff, right? “I’ve had a bad day. I’ll buy you coffee the next time I’m free.” Which is never.
She nods in that usual awestruck manner that she seems to always be in. It must be all those romance manga I see her reading and tucking under her desk when she sees me coming. I wave goodbye to her and the rest of the staff even as the elevator door closes. Once I’m alone with nothing but my distorted reflection on the gold-coated steel doors, I desperately lick my hand and the sleeve of my shirt like a dirty cat to get the taste of blood out of my taste buds. I can’t believe I did that. She could have had some kind of disease.
__________
I exit the bank after cashing my check. With the air cool, sun warm, and my wallet full, I say that this calls for a good cup of coffee.
__________
The only open table I manage to get is quite wobbly. How annoying. Now I’m forced to hold my coffee in one hand as I flip through the open magazine in front of me. My eyes skim through the pages, purposely skipping over the ones I’ve taken. I really dislike looking back at my own work. I finally get to the section that concentrates on male celebrities in order to familiarize myself with at least some of them. This new theme put on what my photos have to be centered around still makes me pretty bothered. Yes, I’m used to mostly catching female celebrities on my camera but that doesn’t mean I object to taking pictures of male. That also doesn’t mean I’m particularly straight though. My attraction to men never really worked out right while in my time in this business. I still remember how my first week of following the model Tegoshi Yuya worked out. That was the week I lost my new camera after we left the hotel separately the morning after.
A pair of feet appears at the corner of my eye, breaking me out of my daze. “Would you like to try a free sample?” The young male barista, a young man just somewhat older than me, held out a tray of small, crudely crumbled cookies. There was a little pause in the other man’s actions even after I retrieved a small cup of the cookie. I can tell that he was eyeing the magazine page I left open to.
“You a fan of one of these guys?” I ask casually, not at all in a ‘Are you gay?’ tone. He shakes his head but promptly balances his tray of samples on one hand to allow himself a free hand to point down at one particular male on the page. “I used to go to school with him,” he says to me. I’m quite interested. I can learn something to make this job easier.
“We used to be good friends until he tried kissing me,” he mumbled in a nonchalant way. “He definitely hiding,” the barista adds where I could sense that he might still be a little bitter. I was very ready to offer the guy a seat to tell me more until an employee from behind the counter cries out to the barista. “Tomo! Finish handing those out!” The man quickly excuses himself and moves to the next table.
I turn my attention back to the magazine and gaze down at the glossy printed picture and text. I feel a small smile, or is it a smirk, tug at my lips. I might as well enjoy myself on this new assignment. It could be a lot of fun trying to get to know this Nishikido Ryo.
__________
Author’s Notes: I’m not sure if I’m continuing this. I just like the prospect of paparazzi!Shige! I know the title is really shitty... I got a papercut myself while writing this...
Author: Tezawari
Genre: AU
Pairings: RyoxShige
Ratings: PG
Word Count: 1131
Disclaimers: These pretty boys are not mine nor are any of the references and/or companies that own them.
Summary: Kato Shigeaki is a simple guy doing paparazzi on the side to make money. He finds himself with a new target in his sights.
Author's Notes: Uh… I wrote this in an hour between my classes. I know that someone, if not more than one person, will not be happy that I wrote this instead of something else. I don’t wanna die.
I drop the sealed envelope on my boss’ desk. He hates how I constantly sea something I know he would have to end up opening anyway. His hand roughly grabs the paper envelope and rip through the freshly moistened adhesive that my tongue ran along before folding the top flap closed as I had approached his office. I stifle a laugh at the old man’s hiss through his teeth when it appeared that he got another nice little paper cut due to his carelessness. He gave me a look with a shift of his eyes, knowing I torment him like this. But, it’s the least I can do since my job hangs on his very word. I know he could fire me anytime he wishes. However, as I watch him studying the photos that he pulled out of the envelope and sigh in n exasperated manner, it always reminds me just how valuable my skill is to him and this dingy tabloid company. Even with the meager pay I get from this job, at least there is some fun that I can do from all this.
“Not bad this time, Kato.”
Well, of course. I give a simple nod of my head and mutter thank you under my breath. I wait while I watch him scribble down a number on the front of the envelope, circles it, sign it haphazardly, and toss it back in my direction. Again, I give my thanks and move forward to pick up the envelope.
“We need something new, Kato,” I vaguely hear him say.
A noise of questioning and curiosity came out of my throat. “Like what?”
The last time this crazy boss of min wanted something new, it had me following a transvestite celebrity only because the old man was attracted to her.
“I know you prefer female subjects,” he began to explain. I could already feel darkness loom over my head. I just wanted to collect my photos’ pay and take a break for the week. “But, the demand is always with those pretty boys so, you know what I want.”
With a flick of a wrist, the old man motioned for me to leave, to which I do. My hand tries not to claw at the envelope as I trudge to the front desk. I’m usually quite sickly sweet to the small-eyed, big-breasted secretary but I am in no mood. She grants me my check according to whatever amount that bastard wrote down. She kindly but nervously passes it to me, sensing my less-than-happy aura surrounding me. I still could not help but snatch it from her small hands accidentally running the piece of paper against the skin between her index and thumb. At the sound of her pained whimper, I suddenly feel guilty for my harsh manners towards the innocent in the way of my frustration. My hand wraps around her dainty wrist as I draw it towards me for my tongue to lap lightly at the pooling blood of the slit cut.
“Forgive me, Akari-chan,” I sat in courteous fashion. Girls like this stuff, right? “I’ve had a bad day. I’ll buy you coffee the next time I’m free.” Which is never.
She nods in that usual awestruck manner that she seems to always be in. It must be all those romance manga I see her reading and tucking under her desk when she sees me coming. I wave goodbye to her and the rest of the staff even as the elevator door closes. Once I’m alone with nothing but my distorted reflection on the gold-coated steel doors, I desperately lick my hand and the sleeve of my shirt like a dirty cat to get the taste of blood out of my taste buds. I can’t believe I did that. She could have had some kind of disease.
__________
I exit the bank after cashing my check. With the air cool, sun warm, and my wallet full, I say that this calls for a good cup of coffee.
__________
The only open table I manage to get is quite wobbly. How annoying. Now I’m forced to hold my coffee in one hand as I flip through the open magazine in front of me. My eyes skim through the pages, purposely skipping over the ones I’ve taken. I really dislike looking back at my own work. I finally get to the section that concentrates on male celebrities in order to familiarize myself with at least some of them. This new theme put on what my photos have to be centered around still makes me pretty bothered. Yes, I’m used to mostly catching female celebrities on my camera but that doesn’t mean I object to taking pictures of male. That also doesn’t mean I’m particularly straight though. My attraction to men never really worked out right while in my time in this business. I still remember how my first week of following the model Tegoshi Yuya worked out. That was the week I lost my new camera after we left the hotel separately the morning after.
A pair of feet appears at the corner of my eye, breaking me out of my daze. “Would you like to try a free sample?” The young male barista, a young man just somewhat older than me, held out a tray of small, crudely crumbled cookies. There was a little pause in the other man’s actions even after I retrieved a small cup of the cookie. I can tell that he was eyeing the magazine page I left open to.
“You a fan of one of these guys?” I ask casually, not at all in a ‘Are you gay?’ tone. He shakes his head but promptly balances his tray of samples on one hand to allow himself a free hand to point down at one particular male on the page. “I used to go to school with him,” he says to me. I’m quite interested. I can learn something to make this job easier.
“We used to be good friends until he tried kissing me,” he mumbled in a nonchalant way. “He definitely hiding,” the barista adds where I could sense that he might still be a little bitter. I was very ready to offer the guy a seat to tell me more until an employee from behind the counter cries out to the barista. “Tomo! Finish handing those out!” The man quickly excuses himself and moves to the next table.
I turn my attention back to the magazine and gaze down at the glossy printed picture and text. I feel a small smile, or is it a smirk, tug at my lips. I might as well enjoy myself on this new assignment. It could be a lot of fun trying to get to know this Nishikido Ryo.
__________
Author’s Notes: I’m not sure if I’m continuing this. I just like the prospect of paparazzi!Shige! I know the title is really shitty... I got a papercut myself while writing this...