Photo-shoot!
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Authors notes: xDD Ahahah…
Why do I think of stuff like this…
Well, this was mostly inspired when I was looking at CLAMP's newest X art book, 'Infinity'. A lot of the images seemed so… I don't know… Sexually appealing isn't exactly the right description…
Well, anyway, it doesn't matter, because it inspired some thing humor-ish.
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A little background information on clamp is needed to read this… but if you truly want to, you can skip it, and come back to it…. Or some thing.
1. Nanase Okawa – The main author of clamp. I would expect she comes up with all conflicts in stories, and the major plot outlines. Though I'm sure she gets suggestions and such from the other members…. She's still basically the one who holds the whip in 'CLAMP'. a photograph for your own reference - h t t p /clamp. J p g – remove spaces.
2. Mokona Apapa – The MAIN artist of CLAMP. Her art style is what is mainly used in X, and I'm sure pretty sure she did all the character designs in X, since it screams with her style. She probably did the main artwork for titles such as Card Captor Sakura, Wish, and Clover as well - And of course, Tokyo Babylon. a photograph for your own reference – h t t p /mimime7.free.fr/Mangakas/MokonaApapa/mokonaapapa. J p g – remove spaces.
3. Mick Nekoi – Her style is "relaxed and the lines more sparing". This shows in manga like Suki and Shirahime-Syo. a photograph for your own reference – h tt p /clamp. J p g – remove spaces
4. Satsuki Igarashi – "is a supporting artist and designer." I would probably reference she does most of the clothing designs, helps along with backgrounds… Which is some of the most difficult work, for people who don't know much about drawing, architecture is very hard. a photograph for your own reference – ht t p /clamp. j p g
All information taken from this article – h t t p / w w w . s h t m l (remove spaces.)
5. 346,650,000 yen – About 3 million USD.
Finally, onto the fic!
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Photo-shoot !
Chp 1
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"Where the FUCK is my latté!" A certain black haired savoir of the Earth screamed. Or at least, he was in CLAMP's latest production, 'X 1999'. Kamui stomped around the photoset, his violet eyes narrowed with hatred, shoulders slumped, body tilted forward in a menacing posture, as he hunted down for his manager and for the precious drink that would surely follow. How could anyone possibly forget that he needed his latte, every day, at exactly 3:32 PM? And yet it was passed that timing by 2 minutes now. Was he not beautiful enough? Was he not the main character of the series? Did not every fan girl in Japan, perhaps even on Earth grovel at his precious, delicate feet?
And yet here he was, latte-less, outside on some slightly crowded photoset while the 4 members of CLAMP disregarded him as they spoke to a group of photographers.
Kamui stormed up towards Nanase Okawa(1), who didn't seem to be doing anything at the time, just looking around, examing the set.
"Okawa-san," Kamui said, planting himself in front of her. "Do you know where that jerk, Haru is? He forgot my latte."
Okawa frowned, turning her face to incline it more around the set, and turned back towards Kamui. "I don't know. It doesn't matter though, because we need to do a photo soon with you and Fuuma – "
"ARG! Again?" Kamui asked, clearly distraught. He pouted his pretty pink lips. Mokona(2) span around, her usual kimono frilling about her, and abruptly took a hold of Kamui's face with both her hands. But he was used to the energetic demeanor, and hardly blinked at the action.
"Look at that face. Just look," She directed towards the three photographers behind her, who were all staring with some thing akin to awe in their gazes. "Isn't he gorgeous?"
"Absolutely," one auburn hair photographer said, nodding eagerly. The other two men responded with equally appraising compliments.
"I mean, just look at those eyes-" Mokona said, animatedly, as she directed at Kamui's face. Kamui was used to such attention, and held still. He grinned haughtily when one of the men blushed. That's right, I can even make the straightest of men question their sexuality. He thought proudly, gleaming with the wickedness of any 16-year-old. Finally, Mokona released his face, waving her hand.
"Who's our other beauty, now?" She thought, grinning. "Subaru. We need to take some pictures of him too…"
"I agree," Came Nekoi's(3) voice, from the background. "We should do more canon Subaru and Kamui pictures. Drive the fans insane. Make them feel like killing us and themselves."
YES, Kamui thought excitedly, delighted at the thought of being thrown at the green-eyed man, if a little forcefully by CLAMP, not realizing his attention had been completely diverted from his drink.
He hated Seishirou for totally hogging Subaru's attention from him. The fucking, cherry blossom bastard… How Kamui despised that man…
"Hmm," Mokona hummed thoughtfully. "I don't know, we need to do some more pictures of Seishirou and Subaru together…."
Kamui paled, but said nothing. Oh common! It's bad enough they're all over each other in the story line!
"Maybe. Alright, how about," Nekoi perked up, "We do some slash pictures with Kamui and Subaru first, all bloody-like,"
Kamui winced, rubbing his arms. Great, more cuts…
"-Angsting together, and then we'll get some sexy pictures of Kamui, covered in feathers – "
Kamui winced yet again, recalling an incident, not to long ago, where he choked on a feather –
"-then some more pictures of Subaru… Hmm… It seems we have a lot to do today. Well, let's find that onmyoji and get to it!" Mokona clapped her hands.
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"Subaru-kuuuun…" Seishirou purred - his usual crooked smirk on his face. Subaru's back stiffened, and he glared, sipping from the swirly-straw that Seishirou had insisted on buying him… The liquid made a slight 'slllluuurp' sound as he drank it. "You know what seeing you drink that reminds me of –"
"NO, no, don't even say it." Subaru snapped, slamming the milkshake down, and crossed his arms, sitting back. "Why does every thing involving me have to relate to sex to you?"
Seishirou munched on a fry, and slipped his sunglasses off. Subaru hid his blush – god, he's so sexy – And the man leant his cheek on the palm of his hand, elbow on the creamy surface of the table as he tipped closer towards the onmyoji, gently closing the already small distance between them, as he murmured, voice lowering an octave, "Isn't it obvious?"
"N… No." Subaru mumbled, feeling a horrible tide of shyness suddenly swipe at him, his heart pounding frantically in his chest, because whenever Seishirou's amber eyes looked at him just like that –
"Subaru!" Mokona said, popping out of no where on the Tokyo street. Subaru groaned, slumping, burying his face in his arms. He'd accepted Seishirou's invitation to a small café because he wanted to avoid taking pictures as much as possible.
Seishirou watched the younger man angst with a gleam in his eyes, and stroked the short black hair back. Subaru didn't move.
Mokona walked around the tables, quickly moving towards Seishirou and Subaru. She patted Subaru on the back when she reached him, hovering over his slouched body. "You're pretty face is needed." She announced, grinning maliciously.
"I don't wanna…" Subaru groaned. "I don't want my picture taken…"
"You know what, Okawa(1) made you way too modest."
"I like his modest-ness," Seishirou protested, frowning. She reached over and patted the assassin on the head, for no particular reason; if just for the fact the author loves Seishirou's hair. (author insert: ; -;)
"I like who I am." Subaru hissed rather darkly.
"Oh common, Subaru! We just got in a new shipment of cherry blossoms just so we could take your picture! That's cruel, isn't it? …To make us spend so much money on flowers and then make them go to waste…" She was tugging on his shoulders insistently, crouching down and whispering in his ear, "… You feel it, don't you? The rise of guilt, threatening to drown you… It's in your soul, boy." Seishirou thought the woman looked rather creepy, when she did that to the young man.
Subaru flinched, the usual battle against his own instincts commencing in his brain. No, I won't give in! nono, He tried to assure himself. CLAMP makes what, how much money? 346,650,000(5) yen a week? No! Don't give in damn it! Mokano was beginning to make little sniffling noises by his ear. Subaru flinched again, whispered some thing most vulgar through gritted teeth, and then stood shakily, glaring.
Mokano grinned with triumph. "Oh thank you, Subaru! I heart you." She hugged him.
Subaru melted, the last of his self control blown to bits, and patted the woman's head. Seishirou, who'd been watching the spectacle from the safe distance of the table, sipped his milkshake. He put his sunglasses back on, cleared up the table of the last food, and then followed the two curiously as Mokona gestured for him to as they made their way back to the set.
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"Yaaay! Subaruuu!" Kamui squeaked happily, and threw himself at the onmyoji, embracing him in a tight hug.
"I don't like my property being touched by strangers." Seishirou said kindly, though there was a dark undertone to his voice.
"I'm not your property, bastard," Subaru snapped back to the man behind him.
"Oh Subaru-kun, you always pretend you hate me, but we both know it's not true!"
"It is true. You're not loved. Get over it." Kamui yelled bitterly back at the assassin before the onmyoji had a chance to reply.
Subaru cocked an eyebrow, and pushed Kamui off his body. "Will you two stop it?" He said, looking between them, frowning. Of course, his pleas went unheard, because right at that moment Seishirou and Kamui had started a bitch fight.
"Slut."
"Asshole."
"Greedy."
"Bastard."
"Onmyoji thief."
"WHAT WAS THAT?" Kamui screamed and made to jump on Seishirou, but he smoothly side stepped it, span around, and grabbed the teenager by the throat. Kamui squirmed and twisted, panting, his eyes fierce. "You wanna go! YOU WANNA GO?11"
"STOP IT!" When Subaru yelled, it was an indication that he'd snapped. The onmyoji fell to his knees, some thing inside of him broken.
Kamui and Seishirou both stared at him for a moment, twitching on the floor, and then went back to their bitch fight.
"Well, at least I didn't sleep with my mom,"
"It was my cousin who acted that part."
"LIKE THAT'S ANY BETTER!" Kamui yelled, kicking.
"Well, at least my mom isn't – what, how old? 15?"
"FUCK YOU-"
"HEY!" Igarashi(4) snapped at the two, pulling Kamui off of Seishirou. Seishirou said nothing, but brushed his shirt off, as Kamui continued to stare at him menacingly. Igarashi looked between the two. "Okay, which one of you started this?"
"HE DID!" Kamui said, pointing to the assassin fixedly. Seishirou rolled his eyes. Immature brat. Kid probably hasn't even hit puberty yet.
Igarashi sighed angrily, and knelt down by Subaru, wondering where Mokona had run off to. She was waving her hand like a fan in front of his face, watching intently for any sign of reaction. He finally sighed and tilted his head, and she lifted him further up, letting him lean against her.
His green emerald eyes peered open. "Hmmm…?"
"Subaru-kun, you passed out." Seishirou said as he knelt down on the young man's other side, touching his cheek with the back of his hand. "How do you feel?"
"Seishirou-san…" Subaru turned back towards the other man, blinking. Seishirou grinned.
"Subaru-kun, you're adorable you know that."
Subaru sighed melodramatically. Kamui had also joined the party of gathering around the onmyoji and invading his personal space.Igarashi was kneeling to the left of him, Seishirou was on his right, and now Kamui was just hovering, kneeling by his face and brushing the young man's hair through tentative fingers.
"Um… why is everyone touching me/staring at me…" He asked uneasily, and squirmed.
"Mokona's coming over here," Seishirou said suddenly, looking up. And indeed, the woman was bouncing over cheerfully, photographers in tow. Subaru squirmed more and curled into a ball, and then tightly clung to Seishirou's waist.
"Nuuuh… no pictures please…" He buried his face in Seishirou's stomach.
Not tempted to move the young man, seeing as how close his face was to a certain part of his anatomy… Seishirou patted his head.
However, an immediately jealous Kamui suddenly tore the onmyoji away from the Sakurazukamori, clinging to him. "MINE." He roared.
Feeling a little over mild irritation, Seishirou smiled easily, though he was ready to rip the teenager's head off. "He's been mine since he was 9 years old."
Not wanting to attribute to the argument, Subaru remained impassive and limp in Kamui's arms.
Mokona was the one who pulled Subaru up again, breaking the evil staring contest between Kamui and Seishirou as she exclaimed, "Ok-ay! We got the photographers! Woah Subaru, you're already angsting…." She leant towards Satsuki(4), whispering, "He's good," As she held onto the onmyoji like a plush doll. Igarashi nodded solemnly.
"Yay! We get to take pictures!" Kamui bounced excitedly, and took Subaru's hand, jerking him towards himself. Subaru finally straightened, and was hanging his head, glaring at the ground below him as if it were to blame for creating the lunatics surrounding him.
Seishirou seethed at the sight of Subaru being taken away from him. He was about to do some thing a little violent to the violet-eyed boy when Mokona put a hand on his chest, halting him. "Behave. They're only taken pictures."
Seishirou glared at her. "Whatever. I don't care." And then jerked away, pulling out a cigarette and moving off to the sidelines of the set. Mokona smiled mischievously, finding the small tempter cute, and then hopped off to help with the photographers.
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"Alright, good, good," Mokona nodded her approval as two body builders with large knives tore rips through Kamui's shirt, occasionally purposely hitting flesh instead of only cloth to cause a little bleeding. Kamui stood still, trying to concentrate on … anything else to ease the pain of the cuts - especially a particularly large slash of 'X' on his chest. Okay, Subaru, naked… Subaru in a bathtub naked… Subaru with the sakuraz-NO.
"OKAY! Perfect! Get him in front of the cameras before he stops bleeding! Quickly! Hurry, hurry!" Before Kamui had time to complete his previous thought he was rightly shoved into a blanket – carpeted with feathers. He sighed, rolling over, and numerous cameras flashed at once.
Though one camera was not from any of the photographers clamp had hired…. "HEY!" Mokona suddenly screamed at a passing biker who had taken the intuitive to take a picture of Kamui on his Polaroid camera. She ran after the boy – Kamui saw the instant where his eyes widened in horror and his face paled – before he bolted off on his bike and disappeared into the busy suburban of Tokyo. "COME BACK HERE! THAT'S COPYWRITTEN!" Mokona shrieked, and was soon out of sight as well.
"Great." Nanase(1) commented, crossing her arms and glaring. "Just great."
Kamui was started to feel a little woozy from blood loss… Finally, the photographers were sated, and his numerous caretakers swiftly pulled him up, dabbed his wounds with wet clothes, brushed his hair, and fed him grapes – all in one, blurry motion. Kamui smiled contently as a grape was placed delicately between his lips, chewing, feeling the texture of a comb streaking through his wavy hair. He was lifted up then, and lightly placed on a large, cushioned chair, with a gigantic air conditioner in front of it. Ahh… Wind blowing through his bangs and around his clothes - the cool touch of soaked fabric on his skin… This is so nice… And he felt his healing powers kick in, and the cuts were soon only scratches.
He wondered though, when Mokona would return, and when he would get to take some pictures with Subaru…
Kamui pouted.
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Authors note part II:
I know. Abrupt place to leave off. Oh well…
Hmmm… tell me what you think? ; ; xD
For next chapter: Will Mokona ever return? Will Kamui ever get to take pictures with Subaru? And where the hell is Fuuma? Will the author ever get the dolphin eraser? And Seishirou's pretty pissed, yup… All in the next chapter! Woot!