Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Smile for the Camera ❯ Chapter 1
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Kelkale 
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 963 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 963 | Status: Completed
Smile for the Camera
Pairing: Fuji/Ryoma
Summary: AU Fuji Syusuke, on the verge of greatness photographer, is looking for the perfect model for his first showcase. What he ends up with is chaos, insanity, and the scowling raven-haired boy who causes it.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Let’s see- I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that I don’t own Prince of Tennis, did I get it right?
Well this crazy plot popped in my head while on vacation so I thought I’d try it out and see if anyone liked it.
Chapter 1
Fuji Syusuke professional photographer, sat at the desk in his office, a piece of wasabi sushi in one hand, and a head-shot in the other. Besides enjoying a lunch which would make most people breathe fire, Fuji was also contemplating his next model for his newest project.
At one time he had taken pictures for a sports magazine since he had been desperate for a job starting out and having played tennis in junior high school drew him back to the sport, even if it was from a different angle. The job proved successful since he managed to capture the hidden potential of the future pro players on film and from there he had no shortage of offers. But now he was finally on his own after years of working on magazines. Finally he could take the pictures he wanted and not listen to anyone.
The first thing he did was go straight to his brother who had slammed the door in his face when asked to model. He chose to explain this away as his brother's shyness and although he was disappointed that he couldn't show the world his little brother's cuteness, he was still excited.
And this was where finding a model came in. He frowned briefly at an auburn-haired girl with most of her chest on display before picking up the next one. He wasn't sure what the theme of his showcase would be so he had chosen a variety of models to look at. The next model made his eyes snap open in surprise. Many models chose to pout for the camera, or snarl even to show fierceness. It was a good look for clothing, but Fuji drew his pictures from genuine emotion. The young boy in this picture looked indifferent, almost bored. If one just glanced at the face, they would assume it was a boy's horrible first attempt at modeling. But Fuji had requested of the agency only pictures of their talented models and no beginners since he wanted to get his showcase done right and quickly. Had they thrown this boy in by mistake? Another deeper look at the dark raven hair, golden-catlike eyes, and delicate facial features made him pause, uncertain. The boy certainly had a beautiful face but the lack of emotion he showed made it hard to visualize him as a model. With a sigh, Fuji flipped the head-shot on top of the chesty redhead. No matter what this boy was, being incapable of showing emotion made him a reject.
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Fuji had called his brother this time, rather than chance having a door slammed in his nose again. He had developed a particular fondness for his nose since the day his sister informed him it was a shared feature with his aniki. For some strange reason Yuuta had begged for a nose job after that but Syusuke had always adored the quirky nature of his younger sibling. When the boy answered, Fuji decided to work up to his request by making small talk but Yuuta saw through him.
"Why are you calling aniki?" Yuuta demanded and Fuji could picture the smaller boy gripping the receiver tightly as his eyes glared a hole into the wall across from him. Fuji let out a chuckle.
"Saa, am I that predictable? I need your help as a model for my showcase Yuuta. I've tried to find someone but noone come close to how wonderful you would be."
"Aniki," Yuuta moaned, "I don't want to be your model. Do me a favor and close your eyes, and just pick one of your model choices. If it doesn't work, fine. But you're a great photographer, you can work with anyone. Consider it a challenge. Now I have to go. I have a date with Mizuki. Tell me how it goes later."
"Hmm." Fuji said quietly, "You know Yuuta I don't like it when you go out with complete strangers. This guy could be psychotic and a bad dresser for all you know." Fuji heard a sigh on the other end of the line before Yuuta spoke again.
"Syusuke you know Mizuki. We've known each other since junior high. We've been dating for months."
"Maa so you're aware that he's psychotic and still dating him? We need to have a talk soon Yuuta. I think you're old enough to hear about the birds and the bees, and how if the bee touches the bird then he is murdered by the bird's older brother." Fuji threatened then chuckled as Yuuta hung up on him. Slowly he put down the phone and wandered over to his huge pile of rejects. He had always appreciated a challenge and this would just make his showcase all the more meaningful if he could pull it off. Closing his eyes so the barest slit of sight he usually looked through was blocked, he reached out and prayed for anyone who wasn't a lingerie model.
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His prayers were answered in the form of a sullen 18 year old boy. The boy of no emotions who he had assumed was new and bad at the field. So far half of his assumption was right. Apparently the girl had messed up at the agency for this boy was only a couple months and two ad campaigns into a modeling career. But he was desperate for work. When Fuji had the agency contact him the boy showed up at his office the very next day. That was when Fuji learned fact two about Echizen Ryoma, he was capable of emotions- all the negative ones. When he showed up at the door he was scowling, when Fuji admitted the project wasn't ready for shooting yet his golden eyes flashed anger.
"Then why did you call me?" Echizen demanded and Fuji could read the frustration in his face, and the general unease as the boy shifted in his seat.
"I needed to see you in person before I made up my mind." Fuji explained.
"Well now you've seen me. Now what?" Ryoma stated bluntly, glaring at the photographer across the desk.
"Maa you're very impatient Echizen. You should work on that. Alright you've got the job. I want to start work next week so show up Monday at 8am sharp and try not to be late. Any questions?" Fuji decided to take a chance.
Echizen lost the glare for a second as he quietly demanded, "When do I get paid?"
Fuji was a bit surprised at the frank question but knew from one glance at Echizen he wouldn't get any explanation.
"I'll pay you half the amount when you show up on Monday and the rest when we're finished shooting. Does that sound reasonable to you?" Fuji asked but not really caring what he answered since he wasn't about to change his policy. Echizen nodded in agreement and Fuji was a bit disappointed when he found the glare lock back in place on the smaller boy's face.
After Echizen trudged out the door Fuji sat down at his desk and stared out the windowsill at his cacti collection sitting there. Maybe he should have gone into photographing plants.
Tbc...
Next chapter we learn more about the life of the model Echizen Ryoma while Ryoma struggles to learn the concept of an alarm clock and Yuuta struggles to introduce his aniki to the concept of entertainment apart from torturing his younger brother.
Pairing: Fuji/Ryoma
Summary: AU Fuji Syusuke, on the verge of greatness photographer, is looking for the perfect model for his first showcase. What he ends up with is chaos, insanity, and the scowling raven-haired boy who causes it.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Let’s see- I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that I don’t own Prince of Tennis, did I get it right?
Well this crazy plot popped in my head while on vacation so I thought I’d try it out and see if anyone liked it.
Chapter 1
Fuji Syusuke professional photographer, sat at the desk in his office, a piece of wasabi sushi in one hand, and a head-shot in the other. Besides enjoying a lunch which would make most people breathe fire, Fuji was also contemplating his next model for his newest project.
At one time he had taken pictures for a sports magazine since he had been desperate for a job starting out and having played tennis in junior high school drew him back to the sport, even if it was from a different angle. The job proved successful since he managed to capture the hidden potential of the future pro players on film and from there he had no shortage of offers. But now he was finally on his own after years of working on magazines. Finally he could take the pictures he wanted and not listen to anyone.
The first thing he did was go straight to his brother who had slammed the door in his face when asked to model. He chose to explain this away as his brother's shyness and although he was disappointed that he couldn't show the world his little brother's cuteness, he was still excited.
And this was where finding a model came in. He frowned briefly at an auburn-haired girl with most of her chest on display before picking up the next one. He wasn't sure what the theme of his showcase would be so he had chosen a variety of models to look at. The next model made his eyes snap open in surprise. Many models chose to pout for the camera, or snarl even to show fierceness. It was a good look for clothing, but Fuji drew his pictures from genuine emotion. The young boy in this picture looked indifferent, almost bored. If one just glanced at the face, they would assume it was a boy's horrible first attempt at modeling. But Fuji had requested of the agency only pictures of their talented models and no beginners since he wanted to get his showcase done right and quickly. Had they thrown this boy in by mistake? Another deeper look at the dark raven hair, golden-catlike eyes, and delicate facial features made him pause, uncertain. The boy certainly had a beautiful face but the lack of emotion he showed made it hard to visualize him as a model. With a sigh, Fuji flipped the head-shot on top of the chesty redhead. No matter what this boy was, being incapable of showing emotion made him a reject.
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Fuji had called his brother this time, rather than chance having a door slammed in his nose again. He had developed a particular fondness for his nose since the day his sister informed him it was a shared feature with his aniki. For some strange reason Yuuta had begged for a nose job after that but Syusuke had always adored the quirky nature of his younger sibling. When the boy answered, Fuji decided to work up to his request by making small talk but Yuuta saw through him.
"Why are you calling aniki?" Yuuta demanded and Fuji could picture the smaller boy gripping the receiver tightly as his eyes glared a hole into the wall across from him. Fuji let out a chuckle.
"Saa, am I that predictable? I need your help as a model for my showcase Yuuta. I've tried to find someone but noone come close to how wonderful you would be."
"Aniki," Yuuta moaned, "I don't want to be your model. Do me a favor and close your eyes, and just pick one of your model choices. If it doesn't work, fine. But you're a great photographer, you can work with anyone. Consider it a challenge. Now I have to go. I have a date with Mizuki. Tell me how it goes later."
"Hmm." Fuji said quietly, "You know Yuuta I don't like it when you go out with complete strangers. This guy could be psychotic and a bad dresser for all you know." Fuji heard a sigh on the other end of the line before Yuuta spoke again.
"Syusuke you know Mizuki. We've known each other since junior high. We've been dating for months."
"Maa so you're aware that he's psychotic and still dating him? We need to have a talk soon Yuuta. I think you're old enough to hear about the birds and the bees, and how if the bee touches the bird then he is murdered by the bird's older brother." Fuji threatened then chuckled as Yuuta hung up on him. Slowly he put down the phone and wandered over to his huge pile of rejects. He had always appreciated a challenge and this would just make his showcase all the more meaningful if he could pull it off. Closing his eyes so the barest slit of sight he usually looked through was blocked, he reached out and prayed for anyone who wasn't a lingerie model.
-----------------------
His prayers were answered in the form of a sullen 18 year old boy. The boy of no emotions who he had assumed was new and bad at the field. So far half of his assumption was right. Apparently the girl had messed up at the agency for this boy was only a couple months and two ad campaigns into a modeling career. But he was desperate for work. When Fuji had the agency contact him the boy showed up at his office the very next day. That was when Fuji learned fact two about Echizen Ryoma, he was capable of emotions- all the negative ones. When he showed up at the door he was scowling, when Fuji admitted the project wasn't ready for shooting yet his golden eyes flashed anger.
"Then why did you call me?" Echizen demanded and Fuji could read the frustration in his face, and the general unease as the boy shifted in his seat.
"I needed to see you in person before I made up my mind." Fuji explained.
"Well now you've seen me. Now what?" Ryoma stated bluntly, glaring at the photographer across the desk.
"Maa you're very impatient Echizen. You should work on that. Alright you've got the job. I want to start work next week so show up Monday at 8am sharp and try not to be late. Any questions?" Fuji decided to take a chance.
Echizen lost the glare for a second as he quietly demanded, "When do I get paid?"
Fuji was a bit surprised at the frank question but knew from one glance at Echizen he wouldn't get any explanation.
"I'll pay you half the amount when you show up on Monday and the rest when we're finished shooting. Does that sound reasonable to you?" Fuji asked but not really caring what he answered since he wasn't about to change his policy. Echizen nodded in agreement and Fuji was a bit disappointed when he found the glare lock back in place on the smaller boy's face.
After Echizen trudged out the door Fuji sat down at his desk and stared out the windowsill at his cacti collection sitting there. Maybe he should have gone into photographing plants.
Tbc...
Next chapter we learn more about the life of the model Echizen Ryoma while Ryoma struggles to learn the concept of an alarm clock and Yuuta struggles to introduce his aniki to the concept of entertainment apart from torturing his younger brother.