Note: Imagine all the bold words (not including the AN and this section) are striked-through, FF has messed up the format...

Summary: N is an infamous model; Touya his assistant. N has been offered a six-page spread in Unova's most popular magazine, 'Elite', and must travel to Nimbasa City, where he will, intevitably, run into his ex, Elesa. The only way to avoid the tabloids is to announce a relationship with a new, up-coming model. This is where Touya comes in... AU!

Warnings: Rated T - will eventually be M for sexy times. Touya/N, malexmale, cross-dressing.

Disclaimer: I - obviously - do not own, nor do I claim to own any of the characters in Pokemon, Pokemon itself or Nintendo.

See below for AN :3

A blanket of greying-white lay messily over the Castelia City ground, impurified by the varying footsteps of miscellaneous passersby. Christmas lights twinkled ostentatiously against the white canvas that was the sky; the Castelia civillians chatted animatedly towards one another in a festive spirit. It was a beautiful sight for the eyes to behold, for anyone other than Touya, who had been trapped in the Plasma office for all of eight hours. The only thing that differed from the norm in the over-sized building was the tedious Christmas ballads that were constantly playing over the tannoy-system. Touya had had enough of Mariah Carey for a lifetime, that was for sure. The faint scent of Americano coffee seeps through the crack in the window, taunting the boy, his stomach growling in protest.

The phosphorescent lights outside beckoned the brunette, but the monotone drawl of a certain green-haired man broke his trance.

"Touya, are you even listening to me?"

Snapping his head from its firm position on his hand, the brunette glanced towards the model, with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. The man before him stood tall, at about six feet, with green locks that cascade down his slender back and bounce flamboyantly at the slightest bit of movement. He wore his usual uniform of a black turtleneck, off-white lab-coat and tan trousers, accompanied by his bizarre gold, rubix-cube-like accessory. He had sharp features: a strong jawline, dazzling green orbs for eyes, a slightly up-turned nose and a small spattering of freckles along his nose. His skin was alabaster, and he looked so thin; so fragile, even the smallest of touches would break him. "Yes, Sir."

N rolls his eyes in exasperation. "It's blatantly obvious you weren't. I suppose it's a good job I'm not paying you for your intelligence - or, perhaps, lack of..." Touya scowls at the taller male, but N is oblivious and runs a porcelain hand through his hair, before continuing.

"I said," N ennunciates, "I'd appreciate it if you'd accompany me to Nimbasa City, I have been offered a six-page spread in 'Elite' magazine, but I need to have a meeting with Elesa and the editors to finalise everything. Alas, I'd really rather not have the inevitable talk with Elesa about how much "better off" she is without me, and how she thinks she's finally found "the one". I want to avoid my brief relationship with her being published all over Unova, if I can help it; I suppose that's where you come in."

Touya cocks his head to the side and knits his eyebrows together in scepticism. "Why me? What do I have to do?"

There's a short pause, but to Touya, it lasts an eternity. Each second, an hour. His eyes - once more - flicker over the scene beyond the window, couples walking hand-in-hand, choirs chortling Christmas carols, children tugging at the hems of their parents clothes, desperate to grab their attention to show them the newest, top of the range gadgets. Touya can feel a migraine coming on. ...Fucking Mariah Carey. N smiles wryly.

"Be my female model."

Touya can see the words pouring out of the attractive mans mouth, but he can't comprehend them, he can feel the heat rising to his cheeks, and blows hot air into his face. "What?" The brunette stares dazedly at N, emerald eyes boring into him.

"Obviously, I wouldn't be asking you to do it for nothing, you will recieve a rather hefty raise, I can assure you," N murmurs, his deep voice travelling down the smaller mans crotch spine.

At this, Touya's attention is fully turned to N, and a smile wriggles onto his tanned face. "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place..."

The brown-haired boy had been struggling with debt after his company was forced to declare bankruptcy, all but three years previously. N was, undeniably, a puerile nuisance, incapable of doing anything for himself, and yet the incredibly generous paycheck at the end of the month bound the two together. Touya hated to think where he would be without this gorgeous man, as aggravating as he found him. His mother had refused to speak to - let alone help - Touya, due to the on-going feud between him and his twin sister, Touko...

'Does this mean I'm whoring myself out for extra cash?' Touya asks himself mentally, straightening a particularly stubborn wrinkle in his favourite blue jacket. 'Yes, but I'm going to be wearing fucking Westwoodwhilst doing so.'

AN: Thanks for reading, I sincerely hope you're enjoying it so far. I'll try and update as frequently as possible. I still have an inability to write long chapters, but I hope you can see improvement in my writing and development in the characters. If you're a new reader, welcome, please follow, favourite and review, as it is great motivation. Until next time~ 3