I swear I am working on my other fics! I swear! I blame this on my friend, whom this is dedicated to, because he gave me this idea originally for Roidmude's Life as a drabble... I saw it more as an AU and my brain and feels ran with it. Yes, there are hints of possible Gou/Chase, but not enough to really pin it as the pairing. I may come back and edit this when I feel like it, add more to it and make it more cohesive.

She was late…

The White Goddess, as she was called in the modeling world, was known to be late at times, yet her reputation as one of the best female models and her outstanding presence in the photos from shoots kept her in business. He had worked with her once before; the shots he had gotten were beyond astounding, especially when her boyfriend, stage named Heart, had been in the second photoshoot that day. The way they played off each other so well – even when the two first met two years ago in a group shoot – it made getting the perfect shot too easy.

Fiddling with his camera, he hunched over even more on the couch in the back, lips turned down. Even with those good experiences, it didn't damper the fact that yes, she was late. Again, she was known for it, but it was well over an hour, which was unusual even for her. Pulling his knees up and rocking back to curl into the soft cushions, he lazily watched the other members of his agency rush around, makeup artists whispering to each other, his boss frowning and talking to someone on his phone.

Probably the Goddess' agent. What was her actual name again? She barely ever told anyone it, even those she worked for. Yawning, he figured he could take a short nap. It was rather warm in the building, perfect for him to get comfortable and drift off.

"… sick?"

"She's in the hospital!" Whispers woke Gou up from his short nap. Hospital? What was everyone talking about? Narrowing his eyes, the photographer leaned over the side of the couch, staring quite intently at the group of hair stylists who were trying their best to keep their conversation quiet.

"Yeah, the boss said she fell very ill and was rushed to the hospital." She got sick? Normally she was the picture of health, and to be rushed to the hospital meant they weren't kidding around… Was the shoot going to be canceled? Their voices dropped so low as his boss circulated the room, looking rather worried and glancing at his phone every now and then. They were going to send someone else… right? Otherwise this would have been a waste of time for everyone. Grumbling to himself, he closed his eyes once more.

All he could do was wait…

"Sorry I took so long, I brought the person I told you about over the phone." The sound of his sister kicked him back into the real world, eyes snapping open. Wait, when had his sister gotten there? His mind backtracked again… His boss and his sister knew each other? Since when? Suspiciously, Gou's eyes traveled over the crowd of people until they found Kiriko. She had the biggest smile on her face, something he had been seeing more often since she met Shin-nii-san. Who was this new person? Probably a newbie from the same agency, a girl who was fresh out of their training. He sighed and sat up properly.

This was gonna suck, newbies tended to still be awkward and shy despite the difficult training.

"Ah, Miss. Shijima, Where are they?" Gou was tempted to get up and walk over to his sister, but when his boss met her halfway from the door, he sat back and listened.

"He's outside, he came on his motorcycle when Heart and their agent explained the circumstance." Wait… All attention he had on their conversation dropped at that one word. He? It was a male model? They originally had asked for one, yet his boss said in passing that only the Goddess had been available. If this was from the same company, then who…?

The door opened and the flurry of movement within the building stilled, everyone dropping what they were doing to get a glimpse at who they would be working with during the shoot. Craning his neck as he stood up, Gou nearly fell over at what he saw.

Fuck.

Of course the first thing he had noticed had been that purple leather outfit. Leather. Was it a rule that all of the men from that agency had to wear leather? First Heart with the red kind, now this guy. Though honestly it was stylish and definitely was his color. The second thing he had been drawn to was his eyes. They were emotionless, something that immediately made Gou despise him on the spot. It was one thing to be good at modeling, but if one could not convey emotions, then a picture that would have been perfect was meaningless.

Emotions were always the key to what made pictures beautiful, no matter how gorgeous the model was.

Unbidden, his lips pulled back in a grimace. Gou sat back down on the couch, glaring in the direction of the model. As the still unnamed man introduced himself to his boss, Gou sized him up. If anything, they'd have to use what he was wearing, all the outfits they had had were dresses. Although he still couldn't get over the fact that the other also had leather, he grudgingly admitted that it would work with the motorcycle shoot. It still had baffled him before that they were so close to trying to shoot the motorcycle advertisements with a female, but the company had said it would have produced more sales. An annoyed tsk sound escaped his lips.

"Lighten up Gou." He couldn't respond as someone's fingers pulled his lips up into a crude smile. He sighed to the best of his ability, rolling his eyes upwards. Correction - that someone had been his sister… who somehow snuck up behind him while he had been adamantly staring at the new model. Withdrawing her fingers, she sat down next to him. Giving a grunt as his only answer, he half-glared at her for an idea for payback struck him.

"I never thought I'd see you bring a man with leather to see me." Changing his tone to mocking being hurt, he pulled sad eyes on his sister. The reaction he got was exactly what he had wanted to get. Kiriko instantly became flustered, waving her hand in front of her face as her cheeks reddened.

"W-what are you talking about? Gou! It's not like that." she complained, glancing away and chewing on her bottom lip. Gou scooted closer to her with a sly smirk, leaning against her shoulder.

"There, there nee-san, we all know you prefer Shin-nii-san~ although I can't imagine him being into wearing leather." The nail had been hammered in. Kiriko stood up, causing her brother to topple over onto the couch. Holding in the overwhelming laughter was difficult in the presence of his coworkers, yet he somehow managed to. It never got old teasing both her and Shinnosuke about the other. Now if they simply confessed to each other and got together already, geez them and beating around the bush. They took that to a whole new level… Watching her walk away, and rubbing his shoulder at the sudden play-smack he received for his teasing, Gou shook his head. She would get over it; she knew his teasing was in good fun, although she hated to admit it.

Making sure his camera was set up, it had taken the model no time at all to get ready. He had been right, his boss loved the model's attire and his hair only had to be messed with to remove the windswept look. A few minutes were allowed for the man to get comfortable with the motorcycle that had borrowed from the company they were shooting for. Gou didn't pay attention, instead he was already thinking of what he could have for dinner that night.

This was going to be boring, wasn't it? Resigning himself to taking pictures of this man who seemed to be completely stoic, he raised the camera when the murmuring from everyone hushed into silence, a signal that the shoot was about to begin. The demeanor of the man changed in a split second.

Those eyes that had once been completely devoid of any emotion at all became heated and challenging. Even with no expression on his face, the man's eyes told the world everything they needed to see. To say his heart had stuttered with the intensity of his gaze was an understatement; he hadn't even pressed the button on his camera yet. All he could do was glance up from his camera's screen, struggling to keep his face neutral. Fuck what he thought before about this model being bad.

Their eyes met and Gou swore, his heart didn't just stutter this time, his heart had goddamn stopped. Sure he had met plenty of models who had wonderful emotions that were conveyed in both their facial expressions and their eyes, but never, never, had anyone come close to this man. The lack of emotion on his face helped intensify his eyes, and the way he held his body only contributed to his presence, confident and commanding of attention. The best thing was, he looked like he was barely trying.

Why the hell had they not gotten this guy sooner?

A tap on his shoulder brought him back and he hesitantly looked up at the owner of the hand. Shit, it was his boss, Krim.

"Less staring, more picture taking." He muttered into Gou's ear. Cheeks burning red, he mumbled an apology and turned back to the model, only to see him tilt his head slightly in response. Damn, so his stare had been quite noticeable. Raising his camera again, he adjusted the angle and hit the button.

He could practically feel his sister's smirk burrowing into the back of his head… Damn you Kiriko… Why did he have a feeling his boss was in on this too?