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<<1, 2, 3, here i go >> Those were the only words that Chuuya thought to give himself the courage that he needed to press the shock-button of the defibrillator pressed on his patient's chest.
The entire hospital ward was silent and the only noise came from the medical monitor.
Fuck cardiac arrests, Chuuya almost whispered.
Because, damn.
It was friday! The perfect day to go out, hang out with friends, and you know, drink some wine. But no, Chuuya decided to be a fucking doctor.
It wasn’t as if the redhead regreted that, but he’s human after all, and spending the friday afternoon in a hospital trying to fight for someone's life was fucking hard.
Minutes later, when the monitor indicated that the patient was showing signs of life, Chuuya felt so reliefed that he allowed himself to shout with happiness: "¡I fucking made it!” ´
And well, now that everyone looked at him with wide eyes and deep frowns, he felt almost ashamed, but only almost, he did good.
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It only took a few hours to free himself of the job that day.
The past days, he stayed extra hours because he’s kind and all that, and also because he was pretty good at his job and his superior Albatross was impressed by him.
“I heard all the things you have done for this hospital, and i’m really looking for someone like you, so... why don’t you let me see how you do your thing?"
And how could Chuuya say no to that?
In the future, Albatross would be his boss and the redhead wanted to make a good impression: because for him, work was everything.
Out of the hospital, the night sky was beautiful, a dark blue envolving the parking lot.The redhead got ride off the white coat and put it folded into his black-backpack to head to his motorcycle, or better said, his two-wheeled baby painted in a great red-wine color.
He had some black jeans and a white shirt on, that he complemented with a black leather jacket once he got to sit on the motorcycle seat. Chuuya was reliefed when he noticed that his jacket was intact after being saved on his backpack for hours.
Before he began to ride, Chuuya took out of his jeans his leather choker and put it on his neck, then undid the bun that tied his hair and shook his head to make his hair looser.
Well, now he was ready to ride his two-wheeled baby.
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A few minutes passed and the doctor-to-be remembered that he didn’t even had a minute to check on his phone if his family did some changes of plans, so he hoped they didn’t once he parked the motorcycle outside the american restaurant they chose.
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"Well, well, look who’s here, but isn’t that Mr. Busy Man?" Kouyou, Chuuya’s only cousin crooned with a big smile.
Chuuya smiled back as he made his way to the square table where his father, his sister and Kouyou were sited.
"Ne, it’s just my annoying brother" Aya said painting the draw that probably some waitress gave her since the draw had the same star as the logo of the place.
"Shut up, you know you love your big bro" Chuuya gave Aya a soft pat on her check and the little girl just laughed.
"How was your day at the hospital?" His father asked with a tired but honest smile.
"Tiring, but I think everything is going just as I wanted" Chuuya explained enthusiastically and took a seat in front of Kouyou, between his sister and father. "Just one year more and I’ll finally have my tittle"
"And you’ll get paid!" Aya pointed showing the holes on her smile. Apparently, the tooth fairy has had a lot of work. "Will you give me some nice gifts?"
"Why would I do that?" Chuuya asked amused as his father passed him the menu.
"Because I’m your little sister and you love me so much" Aya blinked, Chuuya laughed.
"We’ll see about that"
Kouyou just watched the brothers bickeri, wondering how she was going to ask her cousin the fucking big favor she needed. Time passed and the happy little family began to ate almost inmediatly when the waitress arrived with their food.
Verlaine drank his soda and looked concerned at his son who was eating his burger like a feral animal.
"Chuuya, hadn’t you eat anything at yout work place?" Verlaine tried to hide how worried he was, his effort failed.
"Yes, sir"Chuuya answered with a tiny smile "I know you're worried, today's work got me mentally exhausted, but I’m good"
"Son, I just hope you’re not lying to me" His father said as if he didn’t believe him, but actually, he did.
Verlaine was a lucky father, that’s something he knows: because his son was one of the most honest people around the world, also, Chuuya always worked hard for his goals and he couldn’t be prouder.
"You know I never lie to you, neither hide something from you" Chuuya pointed his father with his fork dangling a french fry "I even told you about how i found out I was gay, remember?"
"How did you found out?" Aya asked and Verlaine almost choked with his drink.
"That’s a story between your brother and I, you still too young" Explained Verlaine.
"Hey Kouyou, you're quiet tonight" Chuuya said with a frown "Did something bad happen at your work?"
"Oh no, everything’s fine" Kouyou drank her orange juice "I’m just thinking about something"
"Then I’m happy everything’s fine at your work-" Sudenly Chuuya got interrupted.
"Actually, no, something bad happened"
"Oh? Trouble on fashion’s paradise?" Chuuya asked, and he felt bad inside because even if he loved his dear cousin, he didn’t know much about her work. The only thing he knew is that she’s hella rich and an important person in the fashion bussines since she runs a big modeling agency.
But he didn't even remember the name of such agency and to be honest, he was exacly what Kouyou just called him, a busy man, so there was no time for him to be invested on the modeling industry.
"Yes, there’s a big ass problem" Kouyou said slowly as if she was trying to comunicate with a baby.
"What kind of problem?" Verlaine asked arching an eyebrow.
"One of my make up artist, Naomi Tanizaki, had an accident, she fell from the stairs of her house and well, now I need to find a new one because there's a lot of events coming, and Tanizaki was the make up artist of my main model in the agency" The redhead woman explained hiding her face with both hands showing off her perfect pink manicure.
"Well, I’m sure everything’s gonna be alright, I know your agency is very well known, probably you’ll have a big list of people able to work with you" Verlaine tried to speak on a supporting tone.
"That’s the problem" Kouyou said holding her fork, looking down at her salad. "A lot of people would die to work in my agency just to get to met my models, but i can’t trust them"
"Why?" Chuuya took a sip of his soda.
"Because, I just know from experience that a lot of make up artist have bad intentions in the fashion industry, and I want to protect my models, I’m not leaving them just with anyone" Kouyou answered almost mad, like if she’s already thinking of the worst scenario.
"Then what are you gonna do?" Aya asked eating one of her nuggets.
Everyone kept silent, Verlain looked at Kouyou with pity, Aya with wide eyes and a nugget on her mouth and Chuuya…well, he was drinking pacefully his soda until he almost choked when he heard his cousin said-
"That’s why I was so quite, I was thinking… Chuuya, could you do me a favor and become my new make up artist?
"What the fu-" Chuuya tried to speak before a round of coughf.
"Slow son, breath slow" Verlaine had to sood up to give two pats at Chuuya’s back.
Chuuya took a deep breath and then relaxed on his seat, looking at Kouyou skeptical.
"You’re kidding, right? I don’t wanna be rude, but… I don’t know why you think I could be good for that job" Chuuya said almost chuckling. "I studied medicine, not cosmetology"
"I’m asking you to do this because there’s no one in this world who I trust the most to do the job, just think about it" Kouyou explained like she was some kind of witch offering Chuuya the biggest of the offers. "I know you're already a singer in that Italian restaurant because you need the money for your studies, and you're also a workalcoholic, so… I know it’s not hard for you to aply for other job and I promise, I can pay you with a lot of zeros"
"It actually sounds good Kouyou, but I’m not a make up artist" Chuuya talked half meanin his words, half thinking about the offer.
"I know you're not as profesional as others, but look at you, you work 24/7 and still, you manage to look pretty good every single day with the perfect eyeliner and perfect hair, and don’t think I have forgot that you used to be my personal make up artist a few years ago" Kyouou smiled lost on her memories.
"Right, I used to do your make up, but it was all for fun, that’s it"
"Yes, but if that’s what you can do just for fun, imagine what could you do when you put your heart into it, besides, the other make up artists can help you, even the model can guide you if you need it, you’re a fast learner" The redhead woman pushed her last card: her puppy eyes. "Please"
"I’ll think about it" Chuuya promised.
"I need the answer now, please" Kouyou pressed her hands together as a plead.
At that point, Kouyou wasn’t giving up and she really looked on the verge of cry, because yes, she was in trouble and if there’s something Chuuya wasn’t, is an emotionaless bastard.
Actually, sometimes, Chuuya felt a lot, and that’s why he tried to become a rock the past few years, because you can’t allow yourself to be that emotional as a doctor. Things like cardiac arrests doesn’t happen rarely, what Chuuya experimented that friday, wasn’t something new. Daily, doctors have to see someon’s life knoockig at death’ts door and they need to stay calm to work and do a good job.
And Chuuya knew that his cousin loves her job just as much as he loved his, and that she makes her own kind of sacrifices, so no, he wasn’t happy at all knowing Kouyou was in trouble... she needed him, she really believed in him and after everything she had done for him, Chuuya feelt like he owned her that big ass favor.
So he’ll tried, he’ll became maybe not a perfect profesional make up artist, but at least he’s going to do all the posible to be decent.
"Fine, I’ll help you" Chuuya said closing his eyes as if that way he couldn’t see the trap he put himself into.
"Please Chuuya, I don’t want my models in some perverts hands and I really trust you and-" Kouyou stoped talking when she realised that Chuuya already gave her the answers she was looking for.
"Kouyou, I’ll do it" Chuuya confirmed his own words opening his eyes slowly.
"Oh my-" Kouyou got up of her sit and ran just three steps to hug Chuuya who was still sit smiling to her. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, you’re an angel!"
"Yeah yeah, I know" Chuuya pated her back. Verlaine and Aya just watched them like they were some kind of weird animals.
"You’re going to love it!" Kouyou exlaimed running back to her sit with a bright smile. "I know you love your work, but I also know that it can be tiring for all that saving lifes thing but I can tell you this, being a make up artist is fun and you can have good breaks to relax"
"Well, then I’m excited to start my new work" Chuuya pointed her with an acussing finger. "If I mess things up, you’re to blame"
"Sounds fair to me" Kouyou laughed and Chuuya laughed too but his laugh stoped when he saw his father’s expression, he wasn’t happy at all.
"You have a lot of work on your plate and you’re putting more" Verlaine said worried. "I’m sorry Kouyou but Chuuya's always busy, can’t you find another man for the work?"
"Dad, I’m always busy because I want to" Chuuya clarified looking at Kouyou to not worry her "I’m the one deciding this, so don’t worry, it’s fine"
Verlaine didn’t have a choice, Chuuya was right, he was always busy not because he had to, but because he wanted to, he loved to keep himself busy and sometimes Verlaine felt guilty about it. He felt like Chuuya began with that “i need to work my ass off” mentality when his mother died and Verlaine had to work all the fucking day to give him and Aya the best of their lifes.
"I’m 28 dad" Chuuya said cheerfully. "You know that"
"So… Chuuya’s going to have three works?" Aya asked and then looked at Chuuya with horror. "Please don’t die"
"Tch, I’m not going to die Aya, it’s okay" Chuuya lokeed at his sister and father and then at Kouyou with a smile. "Really, and as long as this three works keep me busy and far away from stupid things like wasted nights and relationships, I’m good"
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<<1, 2, 3…smile to the camera, Dazai!>>
Those were the first words the model heard as soon as he go out of his limusine and began to walk on the red velvet carpet.
In a big crowed full of photographers, millioners fans of fashion and profesional personal working hard to get everything ready for the runway, there he was, Osamu Dazai, looking like the most beautiful pearl of the sea getting out of his oyster.
The model was wearing a white silk-satin long dress, straple from the superior part exposing his elegant arms, and a very wide slit showing almost all his right leg.
Of course Dazai had to show off his perfect skin pale as porcelain, looking dainty and at the same time intimiding with the way the tight material showed his big hips and slim waist; His beautiful hourglass shaped body rocked that satin dress.
His heels were high, even if he was already tall because well, his long legs are always a topic, but with heels? they were the main topic of every event and Dazai loved the positive attention. And now that we talk about his long legs, those beauties moved gracefully on the red carpet doing a few stops to be photographed.
That day Dazai had a natural look on his face, he had a little of eyeliner and besides the typical base and light pink rubor, he chose a very subtle skin color for his lips, it was like he didn’t even wear lipstick at all but even that way, he looked beautiful and all the crowed seemed to agree on that since all the screams sounded like praises for him.
And to be fair, Dazai was pretty confident about his face without make up, so…showing up to a big event with the minium amount of that wasn’t a big deal for him.
His hair always wavy had more volumen than normally and a pretty-blinding pin tucked his hair behind one ear.
It took only a few smiles for Dazai to make the crowed crazy and feral. And althoug the red carpets were always fun, the model had work to do, so he did a last stop for the cameras, posing with his two hands touching gently his own hair, putting all his weight on his right leg to make more visible the form of his entire body and ccentuanin his hips to show off his porcelain leg troug the slit of the dress.
<<You look stunning Dazai, i can’t wait to see you modeling on the runway>> The model heard a photographer and then stoped posing. He needed to get ready.
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After a long sesion of pictures inside the cabinets for models, Dazai got ride off the pretty dress and his wardrobe assistant, a small blondie girl called Elise Chan, began to help him put on his clothes for the show.
"It’s a shame I had to took off that dress so soon, I really liked it" Dazai complained sad but focused on his actual task that was put his arms up as Elise helped him to put on a cream-color corset.
"You can keep it, you know? You can use it whenever you want after this" Elise said making a fancy knot with the soft ribbons of the corset.
"You’re right, I’ll probably use it for a fancy dinner" Dazai agreed with a spoiled voice.
"For a dinner? I think that dress it’s pretty elegant even for a fancy dinner, unless…" Elise crooned then adjusting the little shorts on Dazai with too much care. Those maybe weren’t a big ass dress or an expensive jacket, but even simple things like shorts in a fashion show, are unique, beautilf hand-maded and very expensive.
"Unless?" Dazai asked with curiosity looking at the cream-colored thigh-harnesses on the table
"Unless it’s a date with some handsome man" The wardrobe assistant said amused looking how fast Dazai blushed.
"No, no" The model said with a soft voice. "I don’t wanna be in a relationship at this moment"
"Why? You looked very happy with your last ex" Elise tried to keep the conversation going while she started to put the cream-colored thigh-harnesses on Dazai’s creamy tighs.
"Yeah, Junichiro and I had a beautiful time together" Dazai sighed. "But you know Elise, I closed that chapter... and now that we're speaking of Tanizaki, do you know what happened to my make up artist? She was his sister"
"I don’t know what happened to her, sorry" The assistant replied holding Dazai’s shoulders to guide him in front of the big mirror that laid against a black Wall.
"I feel a little empty without her, she always makes me look pretty but tonight I had to do all by my own" Dazai said looking at himself through the mirror. "I need a red lipstick"
"Believe me, you’ll know the moment you get to see those perfect, soft, long legs-" Tachihara said like he was lost on memories and then he turned red again as his friends began to laugh at him. "Guys, stop laughing!"
"Are you sure you’re straight?" Akutagawa asked deadpanned.
"I’m straight! Keji, say something" Tachihara pleaded to his friend.
"Nah, Tachi’s straight, I’m too and even if I hadn’t jerked off thinking about that model, I have to admit it, he’s a good looking guy" Keji said and looked at Chuuya. "But you haven’t told us what are you gonna do on the agency"
"Oh, I’m gonna be a make up artist of some model" Chuuya asnwered and checked his phone to see the hour. He was late for the gym.
"You’re gonna be so close of the models" Higuchi almost scream excited. "Forget what we told you about having much work to do, you need to do this job!"
"I’m glad ya'll think is a good idea now" Chuuya said biting his cherry pie. "Anyway guys, it was a pleasure be here with you all but I need to go to the gym, I have paid my membership and I can’t lose it"
"You’re not fun, you always go too soon" Keji complained, Chuuya smiled to his friends getting up of his seat.
"Sorry guys, but I promise, just one year more and I’ll have more time to go out, okay?" Chuuya asked adjusting his red shirt.
"Okay, we’ll be expecting news from you, got it?" Tachihara said as he ate the las piece of his chocolate cake.
"Oh yes, we want news about your work on your cousin’s agency" Gin said waving her eyebrows.
"Okay" Chuuya gigled. "Well, bye guys, see you"
Finally, out of the coffe place, Chuuya sited on his motorcycle and reached for his phone to check once again the hour and then, he began to drive to the gym wasting no more time.
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That was one of those days were the only thing that Dazai wanted was a long bath and a shoping party with his best friend Yosano, one of the other models of the agency. Yosano Akiko, a beautiful girl with the darkest hair Dazai has ever seen and also the only model who treated him with care when he entered to Ozaki's agency.
Aparently, all the other models were bitter because Dazai was the only man among them, and well, he was self aware of his popularity and in the modeling world, there’s a lot of competition. Sure, all those female models didn’t appreciate the fact that a man was ruling that world, much less someone like Osamu Dazai.
Akiko was different, she admired Dazai and at the eyes of him, she was and will always be “too good to be in this superficial world of shit”
Both of them got good along really soon and after two years of knowing each other, they decided to move in together in a big mansion. The nothing-humble mansion had three floors, all white with touches of gold around the windows and the big principal door. A big pool heart-shaped on the front, and a beautiful garden full of camelias. Dazai described their home as “glamorous and simple, the perfect balance”.
Dazai got out of his coral-marble bathtub and wrapped a pale-pink towel around his slim body, then put on his favorite lemon-green flip flops, and walked out of the bathroom into his room where he found Yosano lying on his bed watching a movie.
"Yosano, beautiful, do you know where my pillow from Victoria's Secret is?" Dazai asked with a fake smile, and when his friend heard him and looked at the pillow on the floor, she put it back on the bed.
"Sorry Daz" Yosano said. "Everytime I come to your room I forget all the pillows that you have"
"As long as you don’t get my favorite clothes on the floor too, it’s fine" Dazai talked softly as he openend the doors of his walk-in closet all in light pink color.
"Oh, before I forget" Yosano hummed sudenly amused. "You have a gift waiting for you on the kitchen"
"Oh?" Dazai got out of his closet still all wrapped with his pink towel. "From who? Some Brand?"
"Go look at it youserlf" Yosano smirked and Dazai knew, she was having fun with this, so this could’t be good.
"Ugh, fine" Dazai gave up and got out of his room heading to the black&white stairs.
He heard the steps of his friend following him behind and when he finally entered to the kitchen, he saw on the black-marble table, a huge bouquet of purple flowers.
Dazai took a couple of steps, took the note that accompanied the flowers and unfolded the white paper in a sigh.
"Read, please, this is always so funny" Yosano said already laughing. Dazai rolled his eyes.
"It says" The model began to read. "My bunny, please accept these flowers and reply to my messages. I know we broke up for almost two years but I cannot forget you, your pretty lamb eyes and your beautiful legs. Every single day I get my cock hard like a rock thinking of you and everything we made. Please, Dazai, come back to me, with love, Mark Twain"
"Why he’s always so explicit?" Yosano laughed. "Everything was fine until the cock part"
"I don’t know, remember me why did I date him?" Dazai asked throwing the note in the trash.
"You said he was sweet at the beginning of the relationship and that he had very sexy abs" Yosano explained to his friend.
"Oh yeah, I remember those abs" Dazai blushed. "Anyway, I ended with him a long time ago and we only dated for a few months, he needs to move on, although the flowers are pretty"
"I always wanted to asked you, the sex with him... was that good?" Yosano asked heading to the cabinet to get a glass.
"Mmm, yeah" Daza responded touching one of the flowers. "But I liked it more with Tanizaki"
"You really have a thing for redheads, don’t you?" His friend smirked funny. "Is that a fetish, Daz?"
"Gross, please don’t called it like that, it’s coincidence" Dazai snapped with horror.
"Dear, don’t lie to yourself" Yosano rolled her eyes with a smile. "I bet your next crush is going to be a ginger as well"
"Really? How much you bet?" Dazai asked confident.
"If your next crush is a ginger, I want you to buy me the new entire collection of Prada for woman"
"Done and if I win you’ll have to get me that brown dress that I saw in Paris last month" Dazai said smiling resembling a Disney witch.
"But you said it was limited" Yosano complained.
"What? are you scared of losing?" Dazai arched his perfect eyebrows.
"Forget it, I’m not scared, I know I’ll win anyway" The girl winked. "Now, go get dressed, Oda is going to take us to the make up test for the photoshoot at the beach"
"Okay" Dazai crooned and ran to his room making wet noises with his lemon-green flip-flops, holding the pink towel with one hand lazily.
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After drying his hair, the model chose a melon-color lace crop top with skinny straps and a pair of white shorts that looked like a skirt, a very short skirt, so he applied his creams to show off his creamy skin.
Finally, Dazai slipped on melon-colored heeled sandals and put a variety of white-gold rings on his delicate hands. Taking his white bag in the shape of a cloud, he looked at himself through the mirror and smiled, he was ready for the test.
With tiny steps he went down the stairs, his friend Yosano was already in the entrance with a green dress and a pair of black thong sandals checking her phone.
"Put this on" Dazai said handing Yosano a green jade brooch. Yosano took it and smiled at Dazai.
"Thank you dear, Oda said he’s here, he’s waiting outside"
Both friends went out to the parking lot and there was Oda in a plain white T-shirt, denim jeans and a pair of black sunglasses, leaning over the white lamborghini.
Yosano whistled and looked at Dazai amused.
"I can't believe you dated Twain and Tanizaki having someone like Oda by your side. And he is red-haired, just like you like them"
"Come on Yos, I already told you, my feelings for him were never romantic, they were platonic, and Oda buried what he felt for me long ago. I like to see Oda as a protective friend, just that" Dazai explained as they both approached the car. "Besides, he’s my bodyguard"
"Sometimes I forget that he's your bodyguard, why doesn't mine look like that?" Yosano complained.
"Hey! Odasaku" Dazai ran as fast as he could with his heeled sandals and Oda received the model's hug gladly.
"Hi Daz, hello Yosano" The bodyguard waved his free hand to greet yosano, his other hand patted fondly Dazai's back. "Are you ready?"
"We are always ready" Yosano replied with a wink. Dazai released Oda from his embrace and the bodyguard opened the car door for both models.
"Good" Oda said with a tiny smile "There's much waiting for us, and we are just getting started, so get in"