Model and the Bass

Chapter 2: The Meeting

Men eep, men eep, men eep…

The slightly disgruntled redhead rolled over to hit the snooze button on the hotel provided alarm clock when a loud banging against the door forced him out from the warmth of the bed.

“I’m up, I’m up,” he grumbled in a croaky morning voice. He stumbled over to the bathroom and turned the shower on to freezing to awake his nerves. “Gah!”
It was just another normal day of exercising and different shoots all over the city. It was a really boring life; wear this, snap, snap, wear that, snap, snap, pose like this and that, with her or her, now get out.

Today was even worse with Kori clinging to him every few seconds, barely letting him breathe.

‘If she really thinks rubbing her breasts against me is really going to make me straight… she’s denser than she looks.’

“Kurama,” a brunette ran up to the beautiful boy, automatically clinging to his arm, “What do you think of this outfit?”

‘I don’t know, I saw a flash of bright green and felt something clinging to my arm,’ he rolled his bright green eyes, but kept his comment to himself. “It’s very nice.”

“You really think so?”

“Um, yeah, sure.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you think so,” she giggled.

‘Sometimes I hate this job,’ he groaned, but once again remained quiet.

“Alright, everyone, let’s make this quick and painless. Kori, let’s get some single shots of you, then Kurama, and then both in front of the moonlight scene with a small amount of fog surrounding them.”

It was a really fast shot, although Kurama did hear a few of the make up artists commenting that he might have looked better in the dress rather than the old fashioned tuxedo. He let out an annoyed sigh when Kori continued to send him little looks of love while trying to finish up her shots. He just pretended to ignore them, and focused fully on his treat for after these gigs.

‘I’m going to meet Carnage,’ he smiled happily, wondering what he would first say to them… to Hiei… ‘oh…’ he audibly purred a the thought of the compact body, and the deep voice that rumbled in his chest whenever he heard it. ‘You are the hottest man in the world, and I want to fuck you right here and now.’ Would that be too up front? Hiei did seem like a very shy person. But it’s true, Hiei was so hot.

He was roused from his dream world when he noticed a pair of large bosoms bouncing up and down in front of him.

“Augh!” he cried out before falling backwards in his chair.

“Sorry,” Kori giggled, “did I scare you?”

“Um, that’s okay,” the male model stood, brushing himself off.

“Are you okay? That was a pretty bad fall,” she leaned in close to the tall man, trying to touch as much of herself to him, subtly.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“Hey, Kurama,” she smiled coyly, and Kurama could tell what she was about to ask him, “I was wondering… maybe sometime, you and I could..?”

“Ask me later,” and praised every deity there is when the photographer called him over.

The whole thing was always monotonous, and rather annoying. His smiles became more and more fake, but people still seemed to love him… his looks, and he became more popular. He almost let out a groan in the middle of the shot when the photographer continued to flirt with him as the shooting continued.

“That’s great, Kurama, you’re looking more and more beautiful. You’ll be the greatest model ever.”

‘Too bad that’s not what I want to be.’ He goes back to his imagination of being a normal teenager in high school with Hiei as his boyfriend, mmm, very good imagination. He liked the idea of him and his shorter lover skipping class, and making out in the locker room… or walking one another home, saying goodbye with a chaste kiss.

‘When did she attach herself to my arm again?’ Kurama eyed the girl before a bunch of flashes went off. ‘Oh, yeah,’ Kurama thought sarcastically, ‘got to love the life of a super model.’

The swimsuit ad took longer than Kurama was hoping for, and he ended up being late for the concert.

The red haired beauty stepped out of the limo, and hurried into the building flashing his badge every two seconds. It was still hard to believe that he would be only a few feet away from his favorite band of all time. He could hear the band blaring, and the crowd screaming just for any of the members to glance at them. From the side he could watch as Yusuke jumped around with his guitar, shouting out a few random words that just happened to rhyme. Kuwabara continued slamming down on his drums, completely ignorant to the dark slick haired boy behind him, who was currently pretending to hump the giant’s back. Hiei stood alone at his mike, repeating what Yusuke was saying every few words with his deep, reverberating voice almost at a whisper to give the song a slightly eerie feeling. But the rumble of Hiei’s voice sent vibrations through

“Hello,” a soft voice had to shout over the loud music. A young girl with teal hair and large red eyes stared up at the beautiful boy.

“Oh, um, hi. Am I not supposed to be here, or something?”

“No, no, of course not. I’m just curious as to where I’ve seen you before. You look somewhat familiar. Sorry, where are my manners, my name’s-”

"Yukina, yeah, I know. You’re Hiei’s twin sister, and Kuwabara’s fiancé,” Kurama blushed a little, “I know all about Red Carnage.”

“Oh, really? Then you should know me, right?” a happy voice came from behind him, surprising him a little.

“Um,” he turned to see a young woman with blue hair tied up in a high pony tail and pink eyes, staring up at him, “actually I do. You’re Botan, their producer, right? You’re husband is Koenma, the band’s manager. It’s very nice to meet you, I am Shuichi, but most people know me as Kurama.”

“Wow, you know quite a bit more than most people. Kurama, huh? I think that I’ve heard about you,” Botan rubbed her chin as she looked over the boy quickly.

“No offence,” Yukina stared, “but this doesn’t seem like your kind of music.”

“Actually you’re right, but I don’t know… there’s something about this band that I can’t help, but love,” Kurama watched as the group had switched to one of their slow songs. Yusuke stood at his mike stand, and it almost looked like he was making out with it. Kuwabara sat up straight behind the drums tapping a slow, soft, and steady beat. Then there was Hiei, who looked who looked like he was sleep playing his bass, his eyes closed softly as he swayed to the beat, plucking out low notes. Does he have any idea how hot he looks.

'Close your eyes for me,
And I’ll let you sleep forever.
Return to me what is lost,
And I’ll help you find your way home.'

“I have an idea, why don’t you join them on stage for their last song?” Botan’s perky voice cheered.

“What?” Kurama's heart skipped a beat.

“For the last song, we’re letting about a dozen people to go up on stage to dance with the band. You can go if you want. I’m sure that a lot of girls would love to see you up there. Not to mention that this could get us so much publicity…”

“… I’m not sure…” ‘Since when the hell am I shy?’

“Oh, go on Kurama,” his crush’s twin encouraged, “and do me a favor. See if there’s anything you can do to get him to loosen up and have fun. I love my brother, but sometimes he’s a little too stiff and stubborn.”

“Um, okay,” escaped his full lips before he could think.

“Excellent,” Botan clapped the taller man on the shoulder.

“Just a little hint,” Yukina whispered loudly with a slight giggle, “Hiei’s ticklish behind his ears.”

“Really?” he raised a fine eyebrow, ‘Interesting…’

“Yukina, Botan, there you are I’ve been looking all over for you. What are you to doing over...? You!” a brunette came up to the small group and gasped when she recognized the redhead. Her hand went straight to her chest as if she were having a heart attack.

“Hello.”

“You… you’re… you’re him… he’s you,” she started to stutter, making the model chuckle. Oddly enough he was use to people acting like this when they first meet, but it was still funny.

“I’ve never seen Keiko act this,” Botan studied the stammering girl, “Except when Yusuke asked her to-” she immediately clamped her hands over her blabber mouth, “oops.”

“So this is Yusuke’s wife, huh? You know I had a feeling that he was already taken. But it was a very good idea to let the girls still think that they have a chance,” Kurama commented.

“Thank you,” Botan smiled proudly.

“Too bad you can never keep your mouth shut about your own idea,” a slim young man with light brown eyes and hair with a lollipop in his mouth walked up behind Botan, “Who is this?”

“This is Kurama,” Keiko snapped automatically, amazed that people in the ‘biz’ had no idea who was currently considered ‘Hot.’ “He’s the most popular new male model ever.”

“Sorry, Kurama, I’m-”

“Wait,” Yukina smiled up at the taller man, “Kurama probably already knows who you are, don’t you, Kurama?”

That made the model blush, “You’re Koenma, Red Carnage’s manager and Botan’s husband.”

“Well, I’m glad somebody knows who I am,” Koenma puffed out his chest proudly and laughed.

“And for the last song,” Yusuke’s voice boomed over the loud speakers, “a select few will be allowed to come up here and dance with us. Now who wants to come up here?”

The entire crowd went wild.

“Uh-oh, I don’t think I can choose, so how bout if we get our always helpful manager out here to choose for us. Come on everybody, the louder you clap for him the more likely it is that he’ll pick you.”

The cheering seemed to multiply as Koenma stepped out on to the stage and randomly pulled out twelve people and lead them up on to the stage. Most of them were girls who automatically surrounded Yusuke and Hiei, but the few boys ran to the high platform with the drums where they could be seen the best.

“Get out there,” Botan pushed Kurama on to the stage.

Yukina quickly whispered a reminder, “Behind his ears.”

“What about behind whose ears?” Keiko questioned.

“You’ll see,” the young girl giggled.

“Oh, my god,” one of the girls on the stage stopped dancing and gawked the second she saw the famous boy, “you’re Kurama, aren’t you?”

Kurama smiled with a wink, and put a long, slender finger to his lips in askance of her silence.

She nodded, but continued to gawk while the other fans jumped around to the wild beat.

Once Kurama was close to Hiei, the spiky haired bass player looked up from his guitar to meet the most beautiful green eyes. Feeling mischievous, he blew a kiss to the beautiful, redheaded girl before facing the audience again.

Kurama's breath caught in his throat and he paused a few feet from his crush, ‘Shit, did he really just do that?’ Getting his heart to calm down a little, he took the last steps that put him right behind Hiei.

It was then that the audience started to notice him, “Look, it’s Kurama, he’s so hot. We love you Kurama. I want you, Kurama. Kurama!”

Hiei pulled away from the microphone a little to look over at Yusuke, slightly disappointed that he’d lost track of the redhead, “Who is Kurama?”

This was his chance, leaning I closer to Hiei’s ear he said huskily, “I am,” blowing as much air on the boy’s ear as possible, teasing him lightly.

A spasm ran through Hiei’s body before he stiffened, and caused Hiei to play the wrong note. The crowd thought it was the most hysterical sight, because Hiei’s expression was plastered on the giant screens on either side of the stage.

Confused garnet eyes slowly inched over to meet sparkling green eyes he had just been admiring a few seconds ago.

“Hi.”

Hiei almost snarled before turning back to the audience and getting back into the speed of the fast beat song, but Kurama stayed behind Hiei, making sure the guitarist knew he was there. When the song finished the dancers except Kurama crowded all around each of the guys, begging for their autographs.

The short boy was slightly frightened to see Kurama following him off stage. Even though he thought ‘green eyes’ was attractive, he was still really pissed that she had screwed up his playing.

“Look, only certain people are allowed backstage. The concert’s over, you should go home,” Hiei scolded.

Kurama just smirked, sexily, leaning in closer until their noses almost touched. He could see Hiei was trying really hard to stand his ground, and not to swallow hard when he licked his lips, pretending to kiss him. Holding up his backstage pass for Hiei’s viewing pleasure, he watched the shorter boy’s expressional eyes change from anger to one of anger and the slightest amount of fear.

“Shit,” the short boy muttered before turning on his heels to stalk backstage, where he was greeted by his very excited twin sister.

“That was your best show yet,” the teal haired girl threw her arms around her older brother.

“You say that about every show,” Hiei snickered.

“Well, your shows just keep getting better and better.”

“Except when that stupid redhead made me miss a note,” Hiei grunted.

“Oh, I’m sorry Hiei,” Yukina bowed, “that was my fault, I asked Kurama to help to loosen you up a little, but I guess that it didn’t work.”

“Don’t bow to me,” he blushed, making her stand upright, “but why did you want me to loosen up?”

“You always seem so tense when you’re up there. I just wanted you to have fun like Yusuke and Kazuma.”

“I am having fun. Just because I don’t like to jump around or make an idiot out of myself doesn’t mean that I’m not having fun. You know me well enough. I don’t like to show emotions too much.”

“Well you should,” Kurama put a hand on Hiei’s shoulder, “You have a very nice smile.”

“Shut up,” Hiei shrugged off the offending hand smoothly, “and don’t follow me.”

“Hiei, that’s Kurama, the most popular up and coming model there is,” Yusuke came out of no where a bit more calm than he was on the stage, and shook the redhead’s hand, “Keiko’s a big fan of you, and you should be on your toes, she may be married, but there’s still a chance that she’ll try to jump you.”

“Hn, since when is Keiko into girls?” the red eyed boy sneered.

“I am not a girl!” Kurama half whined half shouted.

Hiei just huffed with a smirk, “See? I can have fun, too.”

“Hey, who’s this?” Kuwabara came up to the other boys and his fiancé. “Hey, I saw you on the stage, you’re the one Hiei was flirting with.”

Both Kurama and Hiei turned bright red.

“Flirting?” Yukina asked innocently.

“Why, Hiei,” Yusuke slapped the other boy on the back, “I didn’t think you even knew how to flirt.”

“Shut up,” Hiei growled before walking away from the rest of the group.

“Wait a minute, Hiei,” Kurama ran after him.

“I told you not to follow me.”

“I know I just wanted to talk to you is all. I mean, I’m like your biggest fan,” Kurama bit his lip as he walked up next to the other boy.

“Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“I mean it. I have all of your CD’s, every magazine that features you guys, all the posters I can get my hands on. I even have one that you’re smiling in, that one’s my favorite.”

“You sound like a stalker.”

“I’m not,” Kurama pouted.

“Then stop following me.”

Thinking quickly, Kurama came up with an idea, “Is it true that you have a black belt in martial arts?”

“Yeah, so?” ‘What is this stupid redhead up to? Although, he does have nice hair, long legs, a great ass, and… WOAH, where the hell did that come from?!’

“Let’s say that we have a bit of fun, eh?”

“What are you getting at?”

“How about a fight? You and me. If I win,” he leaned in close to Hiei’s ear to whisper, “I get a kiss.”

~TBC~

Sorry, still no really good parts, but all in due time, ne?