Agony of Separation
Chapter 11 - Obsession
Disclaimer: I don't own KH or KH2……………KH3 is another story though, muwahahaha.
Warning: What kind of warning can I give? I know! This is yaoi :3 did you know that? I bet you didn't.
Author's Note: Terribly sorry for the late update, but the phone company shut down our phones for some reason and that also got rid of the internet. The put the phones back after a day, but they were to damn lazy to put the internet until the ninth! Those bastards!! I wanted to post this a long time ago, but I couldn't, so screw you phone company!
Previously: It was all Riku's fault. Everything. Roxas was just beginning to realize this. Anger brewed in his veins, and vengeance formed. Riku had taken everything away from Roxas. It was time for Roxas to return the favor.
The flight from Paris, France was landing on the airport runway. Light flickered on the floor and men in uniforms waved their glowing sticks. The plane's momentum was slowing as the wheels skidded against the cement floor. The engines silenced and cooled as the plane came to a complete halt.
The pilot spoke to the control tower using his talkie. They had arrived safely and would be letting out the passenger now. Only one passenger.
Naminé stepped off of the plane wearing sunglasses despite the fog around her. A silk scarf was wrapped around her neck to protect her from the cold. Her leather boots sounded against the pavement, and she carried a suitcase in one hand. The other hand held a briefcase filled with sketches of her latest designs.
There was a limousine waiting for her. The driver nodded his head as a greeting and opened the door for Naminé. She got into the soft interior of the limo and poured herself a bottle of wine.
"Driver," she called, "Take me to Wicked."
"Yes, Miss." The driver put the car in drive and stepped on the gas pedal, making his way towards the modeling agency.
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With the video finished and the team back together, things at Wicked seemed to be better than ever. Many of the models who had quit when they thought Wicked was going bankrupt returned. Photographers came back to capture the designs on film.
Ever since the video was released, profits had been pouring in from video shops, sex stores, and web pages. If no one knew about the lustful side of Wicked, they did now. Leon made sure to advertise wherever he could (without being obscene) and gain as much attention from the horny public as he could.
All that work paid off. The rebirth of Wicked was proof of it. It was as if nothing had changed.
Leon was able to gain the latest designs from the top designers at the time. He would showcase them using his models at the runway show next week. There would be clients at the show along with needed publicity and praise. He wouldn't be taking part in the show however. The smut film was his final appearance on any camera. The scar on his face still brought cruel memories and the thought of a grotesque appearance.
Leon had already chosen his lover, Cloud, to be in the fashion show along with Roxas, Axel, Sora, and Riku. The clothes they would be wearing would be the male designs of Yuffie and the like. He had wanted them to sport the look of the magnificent Naminé, but Leon hadn't been able to get a hold of her. Countless messages were left on her phone to the point where it sounded like desperation, which is partially was.
Yet, even without Naminé, Leon would use his models to put Wicked on top. No more would they be the underdog.
Right now, Axel was being fitted for winter season's fashion. The crimson model giggled when the tailor measured the seam between his legs making the man's job more difficult.
The style was for cold weather, a sort of strange coat Axel hadn't seen before. It was a long, black robe with a hood that can shadow his face. The zipper was strangely placed in the center, not really there to zip the coat. Because of Axel's tall stature, the black coat nearly reached the floor, barely leaving his dark boots visible. There was a strange design on the front, laced with white embroideries. Sleek, fashionable, and comfortable, Axel was happy with it.
Roxas was next to him, trying on the same design, but a few sizes smaller. They would both occasionally glance at the other and quickly look away. Their antics were like a meeting for the first time. It was okay to look at each other, but not to be caught looking by the other. It was one of the games they played.
They were a young couple in love, renewing a relationship both thought had ended long ago. When their tailors weren't looking, they would secretly hold hands briefly; only to let go when their tailor returned their attention to them.
When Axel wasn't looking, Roxas would secretly look at the other side of the room. His features would change from laughing with his love to glaring at his enemy.
Riku was helping Sora button up his shirt, forcing a strong blush on the brunet's cheeks. Axel and Roxas weren't the only ones who found new love. Unlike the renewed couple, Riku was past playing games and openly showed his love for his best friend. His fingers finished buttoning Sora's shirt, but they lingered at the collar, tracing out the outline to Sora's' naval.
Sora laughed and blushed even more, but didn't push Riku's hand away. Instead, he took Riku's finger and seductively licked around it.
Roxas' body tightened and shifted suddenly causing the tailor to prick him with a needle. The pain distracted him from the gruesome sight of those two and gave him an excuse to go wash up.
In the bathroom, Roxas washed the small amount of blood on his arm with hot water. Steam was rising and the water was making his skin red, but being lost in his thoughts prevented him from feeling it.
Revenge had been on Roxas' mind ever since the film shoot. Of course he was happy with Axel, but Roxas couldn't forgive Riku for breaking them up in the first place. The platinum-blond had taken away Axel when he first arrived and then he took away Sora. Would nothing satisfy Riku? He was a sex-whore alcoholic in Roxas' eyes and nothing would change that, not even getting what he wants.
Roxas no longer cared if Sora would be with him, he had Axel after all. But the brunet was too good for Riku and the silver haired porn star didn't deserve him. That's why tonight Roxas was going to use Riku's faults to show Sora what kind of person he really was.
Splashing some water on his face, Roxas wiped the fogged up mirror to get a better look at his self. Staring back at him was Wicked's number one model; an example of perfection and beauty. But below the unscathed surface was a being that was more than just a pretty face. There was a person who wanted to be happy for others to feel the same joy. Sora would never be happy if he was with Riku. Roxas was going to show him that.
Feeling refreshed, Roxas left the restroom and continued with his fitting. Thankfully, Riku and Sora weren't in his line of vision and he was able to focus on not letting Axel catch him checking him out.
The doors suddenly burst open revealing a person shadowed with bright light. Heels echoed as the person entered and heads turned in their direction. Leon appeared with a grin on his face and gratefulness painted on his face.
"Naminé, I wasn't expecting you!"
The famous designer removed her sunglasses and smiled. "It's good to see you again, Leon." The two exchanged kisses on the cheeks.
"Same here. So are you here for the fashion show?" Leon asked, trying hard to hide his eagerness.
"Anything for you, Leon." She pushed her bags at him. "Now bring me your models."
Kairi brought Naminé a chair and the designer sat down. She pulled out a drawing pad and pencil and waited for the first models to arrive.
Cloud stood in front of the famous designer, standing straight in loose clothing. Naminé took one look at Cloud and began to draw feverishly on her sketch pad. "Turn around." She ordered. Cloud did as he was told and turned around, not feeling at all awkward from the stares of the other models. It was hard to see what Naminé was drawing and when Cloud tried to she would cover her drawings protectively. She didn't want anyone to see it until it was on the runway.
"Next." She called and Cloud was dismissed. It was the same routine for Axel and Roxas. Riku's design took longer than the others; Naminé wanted to create something that accented his maturity, but still give him a young sexiness. She was fascinated by his natural silver hair and wanted her design to best fit that.
Riku was not stranger when it came to be stared at by people. A crowed had formed around Naminé's chair and the people she was making designs for. Many were disappointed that they hadn't been chosen for the show. But it was hard to argue, especially when the people chosen for the runway really were the best in Wicked.
Sora's design took the longest. Naminé had met Cloud, Axel, and Roxas from the last runway show she did at Wicked. Riku—he was well known by a lot of designers and film makers. Because of her association with the others, Naminé had a general idea of their personalities. She based her clothes on the people who would be modeling them. The brunet model standing before her, he was completely unknown to her. This made it difficult for her to create the perfect design for him.
Naminé asked Sora to do many things that he found embarrassing in front of the crowd. She had him take off his shirt to see his athletic build, making Sora blush. Roxas was in the crowd, watching. After Naminé saw Sora's upper assets, she told him to remove his pants.
"Just think of it as if you're modeling underwear." Naminé reasoned when Sora hesitantly refused. It was almost impossible to say no to her though. The way she said things—it was subtle but they were very commanding.
Closing his eyes, Sora removed his pants and was asked to turn around a few times.
"Now sing 'Mary Had a Little Lamb'."
Unsure of why, Sora sang and Naminé drew in her pad.
She then called for Riku who was watching from the crowd. "Both of you. Kiss."
"How is this going to help?" Sora asked.
"I want to get a good idea of who you are based on not just your looks, but on what's inside…" She explained. Sora thought it reasonable and momentarily forgot about the onlookers around him. No longer reluctant, he kissed Riku as he always did—without caring who was watching. "…and I just wanted to see you two kiss." She smiled and finished her sketch.
Once finished, she gave Leon a list of the fabric she will need. Leon took Cloud along and they both got the things she needed. They took it to the Thinking Room where Naminé set up her work room. A sign on the door said "Enter and die" so people would not disturb her. No one was allowed to enter until she was finished, leaving the models to prepare for the show in other ways.
They had one week to prepare so Leon wasn't wasting any time. Anyone who wasn't going to be in the show was on decoration duty. For the rest of the week, they lined up chairs for the guests, set tables, arranged flowers, and did everything that Leon barked out at them. This wasn't going to be just a fashion show with cameras and that's all. Leon was throwing a party for Wicked and he invited as many people as he could that would help Wicked be at the top. Celebrities, reporters, fashion designers, famous models—everyone was coming. Leon wanted everything to be perfect for them. He wanted investments and sponsorships and the only way he was going to get all that was to show the people that Wicked was the best.
Cloud was busy himself, making phone calls to celebrity friends and the like. He was on the phone nonstop with a black address book on his lap. If Leon wanted this, Cloud was going to do everything in his power to make sure that Leon was happy.
Wicked's own photographers would be present at the gathering, among them being Aerith. She set up the area where the cameras would be setup and give her the best possible shot of the models.
The porn-making side of Wicked was still continuing, but without the directing of Leon. Kairi took his place, believing that a woman knew what two men ought to be doing in bed. There weren't any objections on Leon's part and Kairi was given the thumbs up to take over for now; so she was just as busy as the rest of them.
Roxas, Axel, Riku, and Sora were the only ones who seemed to not being doing much for Wicked's Revival (which is what Leon advertised it as). Their fittings for Naminé's clothing didn't take long at all and the four of them found themselves watching all the other models work.
Sora avoided Roxas, Roxas avoided Riku, Riku avoided Axel, and Axel kept trying to get Roxas to do it in the dressing room. Between the four of them, it was awkward.
As Wicked's Revival got closer, the people became more tense. Leon's throat began to hurt because of all the yelling he was doing. Cloud now had a phobia of phones. Aerith must have taken over a thousand practice shots to make sure her camera was working. Kairi was making the porn actors almost rape each other because of her agitation.
But Naminé seemed fine. She was used to pressure and deadlines, so creating four outfits in seven days weren't much of a hassle for her. It was more like a challenge that she was almost done completing. Sora's outfit was the only one left for her to finish. His was last mainly because Naminé still didn't know who he was as a person. Making clothes just on a guy's appearance is not what Naminé is all about. It's because of her ability to look inside people that she is one of the best designers in the world.
"Tell me about your life, Sora." Naminé asked Sora to sit down with her two days before the celebration. She was going to get into Sora's psyche.
"Um…Well—I went to high school with Riku. I didn't have many friends and he didn't really want any friends, but we connected somehow. It started when he gave me a book that his mom wrote called 'Agony of Separation'. His mother passed away before I met him, so I've only seen her through photographs and the book. She was a brilliant writer. Riku said the she would always pet his head when she needed inspiration, one of the few things he told me about her. Riku doesn't really like talking about his mom that much. I'm not even sure how she died…"
"I never knew that about Riku." She made wrote something in her notes and looked back at Sora. "But tell me about your life, not Riku's."
"My life isn't that interesting though."
"It doesn't matter. Start from when you first came to Wicked."
"I had no money, no food, and I couldn't pay the rent for my apartment. Riku…he took me in and took care of me. He let me live with him and he's the one who brought me to Wicked. I'm really shy so I didn't think that this place was for me, but I wanted to pay Riku back, so I stayed."
"You stayed for Riku…" Naminé repeated as she wrote it in her notebook. "Tell me, have you and Riku always been together? As a couple?"
"Actually, I didn't even know he was gay until a few months ago. I didn't even know I was gay until Roxas."
"Roxas? The supermodel?! That's interesting…" She scribbled in her notes again. "…First you go out with the biggest male model at the time and are now in a romance with the biggest porn star. And you said your life wasn't interesting."
"I never really thought of them as celebrities. They're my friends."
"What about Axel? Have you done anything with him?"
"No." Sora said firmly, not liking being asked about his sex life. "Axel is with Roxas from what I can tell. From what Riku's told me—they went out, Axel cheated on Roxas with Riku, and Axel went away to Europe. He wanted Roxas to come with him, but Roxas found out about him cheating and never went. But I think they've worked things out now."
"And Roxas? How did you two break up?"
Sora thought back to a time of depression and remorse. "I saw him and Axel together. It was the same night Riku and I first kissed too. I think it was after that that Riku and I got together. He's done so much for me."
"Who?"
"Riku…he makes me feel as if I don't deserve him. No matter what happens to me, Riku is always there; listening. I can't believe that it took me so long to realize that I love Riku and not just as my best friend."
Naminé stopped writing and was listening to Sora.
"I don't know what I would do if Riku was no longer in my life. I don't ever want him to leave me."
"…I think we're finished now, Sora. Thank you for your cooperation." The fashion designer walked Sora out of the Thinking Room and immediately went to work on his outfit; suddenly inspired.
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Cloud handed Roxas a list of the people who were coming to Wicked's Revival. "The ones in red are celebrities, blue are the photographers, green are designers, yellow are producers and directors, and orange are guests." Cloud pointed to the long, color-coordinated list. "Why do you want it though?"
"Just curious." Roxas flipped through the pages of names, most of them looking familiar to him. The blond shrugged his shoulders and left Roxas with the list.
The names marked in yellow jumped out at Roxas. There weren't that many, but there were enough. Most of them were out to look for actors for their next films. The people knew that the models had the 'look' of a star, but the talent was something else. Roxas was going to show them the talent that could be found at Wicked. He quickly wrote down all the names marked in yellow.
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Riku lay on his side on his couch, the images on the television passing right through him. He saw the pictures moving on the screen, but none of them processed through his mind. There were more important things to think about.
Tomorrow was the day of the party. Wicked was going to be packed with people that mattered and would change it into a place that everyone will know. All the pressure laid on the performance of the models and on the designs they would be wearing. Naminé's clothing was over the edge; always out of the box; but she did it in a way that made the public love it. Riku wasn't worried about her clothing. He actually loved the design she had come up for him.
A silver shirt with the sleeves torn off over a blue shirt beneath it. There were chains involved that complicated it a bit, but there was still a strong fashion sense in the stitching.
There were mixed feelings about the runway show—about Wicked. After everything that's happened, it was almost hard to believe that Riku had come back. So much had been done to him—and Sora. His best friend was the main reason why he had left and come back. Sora was too nice for his own good. It was his kindness that had brought them back to shoot the film and it was kindness that was going to revive Wicked.
There was no way Riku could refuse…especially when Sora brings out his dreaded pout. Whenever the brunet pulled out his lower lip out and blinked his beautiful eyes, Riku couldn't say no. He was grateful though. Without Sora, Riku would have never experienced the things he has: Confusion, friendship, jealousy, love.
So it was no surprise when Riku's heart raced when Sora walked into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. The brunet's hair was still damp and droplets of water were falling down his skin.
"Riku, where do you keep your aftershave?"
"You don't shave," Riku crossed his arms, "I don't even think you have a single hair on your body besides your head."
Sora grumbled. "That's not true! Look, I have three hairs on my chest." He pointed at his bare chest.
"Where?"
"Right here."
"I don't see anything." Riku got off the couch to get a better look at Sora's invisible hairs. "Sorry to say this, but you have the body of a ten year old boy."
Sora turned away and stomped back to the bathroom while yelling behind him, "You're so mean, Riku!"
"I'm just honest." Riku yelled right back with a smile on his face.
Sora moved back in with Riku a few days after the tape was made. Probably the only best thing that came out of it. But ever since, Riku had never been happier. When Sora was out of the apartment, it had felt so barren. For the short while Sora had live there, he had left an impression; one that Riku couldn't forget. But he was back now and nothing before mattered anymore. Sora was here to stay.
Expressing his feelings wasn't an issue anymore. Riku loved Sora and the brunet loved him right back. Now that the truth was established, the two of them couldn't live apart.
"Ow!" Riku heard Sora yell out from the bathroom. The platinum blond swiftly went into the bathroom to Sora's aid.
The brunet had a razor in his hand and a piece of toilet paper on his chin. He saw Riku barge in and nearly dropped his towel. "Ah! Don't look!"
"…What are you trying to shave off?"
"My beard, what else?"
Riku stared blankly at Sora for the longest time before creeping out of the bathroom and shutting the door quietly behind him. Right when the door clicked shut, Riku let out a howl of laughter that made Sora storm out with an angered look.
"What's so funny? I have to be spick-and-span for the fashion show tomorrow!"
"But you're already perfect." Riku managed to stop laughing long enough to wrap his arms around Sora. "You don't need to shave nonexistent hairs from your perfect chin." He kissed Sora, tasting the aftershave the brunet found beneath the sink.
"Really?" Sora asked, looking up at Riku. "I just want the people to like me so they'll invest in Wicked."
Riku sighed, "You don't have anything to worry about. They're going to love you." He tugged on Sora's towel and it fell to the floor. The brunet didn't mind at all and the two of them began to kiss.
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Sora couldn't believe how many people came. People Sora had only seen on television were standing three feet away from him, talking to another person from the movies. The room was completely filled with celebrities as well as people who looked incredibly important. Their cell phones never seemed to be put away and were always ringing. They spoke strangely, calling everyone "baby" and seemed to always think that it was great to see someone. The designers looked less busy; however, they did look stranger.
Sora never really followed fashion styles so he wasn't sure if peacock feathers protruding from your hair were the new fad. One of the designers wore a dress made complete out of diamonds; although bright and beautiful, it didn't look very comfortable to Sora.
The models waited at the tables, getting orders for all kinds of drinks Sora had never heard of. They would go to the bar stationed in the corner of the room where Tidus was serving the drinks. Leon had brought him in, knowing no other bartender besides the one from the Traverse Tavern.
Champagne glasses were filled and drunk heavily as the guests mingled with one another. They laughed and talked about things Sora couldn't hear. But whatever it was they were talking about, it always made them laugh and smile even more. It was different—the life of a celebrity.
Sora closed the curtain he was peaking from and returned to where the models were getting changed. Leon's fury had reached its limit on the day of the show, but most of the models had grown accustomed to it. They learned to follow his orders the instant he gave them. It got things done quicker and it lessened the strain on Leon's voice.
Cloud was changing in front of a three-way mirror, checking out his butt to see if it had grown in the last ten seconds since he last checked. Roxas was with Axel, helping him get the zipper up. Riku put on his clothes beside Sora and waited for the brunet to do the same.
He shouldn't have been shy, considering that the entire gay population had already seen him naked, but Sora couldn't help it. It still felt awkward to dress in front of everyone, even if they weren't paying any attention to him.
Riku used a long cloth to cover Sora as he dressed. He stood in front of the brunet and held the cloth wide, preventing onlookers from looking behind. Still a bit skeptical, Sora quickly got into the clothes Naminé had made for him.
Black, baggy shorts hung loose around his hips. A red shirt and black jacket with a hood covered his torso. Fingerless gloves fitted his hand and his crown pendant jingled around his neck. He could have done without the mammoth sized shoes, but Sora knew there was no point in complaining to Naminé. She refused to change anything about her designs, saying that they were perfect as they were.
With Riku's help, Sora put on the chains Naminé had given him and he was set for the show.
"How do I look?" Sora asked, not trusting the mirrors.
Riku took a long look at him before answering. "Beautiful."
Sora blushed, "Thanks," he said.
Riku leaned into to kiss Sora, but both their heads turned to the sound of hundreds of people applauding. The lights dimmed and music began to play. The show was starting.
You know, I can picture Naminé as a designer because she's always drawing for some reason. Well, it seems that we're getting closer to Roxas' revenge. I'm not really sure what he's going to do though…for sure he's not going to kill someone. That would be nice, but then it would too soap drama-y and it's already becoming like that. I wrote a slasher fic once though just so I could kill Kairi off…does that make me a bad person? I don't think so. I think I should be praised for killing Kairi off…but she's not going to die in the fic…sadly. Please review and lotsa love from me!