Desires Of A Model

Chapter 1

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! The characters will act a bit strange… Still, what do you expect out of models? Special thanks to Brokenshardsofmyheart99 for taking care of the beta work!

Disclaimer: I do not own YYH.

"Where the hell is it?" Yusuke shouted. He practically tore his room apart, trying to find his most important belongings. His suitcases were already packed, but he had forgotten to include a picture of Keiko, his girlfriend.

"Damn it, Yusuke! Get your ass down here!" Yusuke heard his best friend and opponent shout from the front door.

"Go screw yourself, Kuwabara!" he retorted. The teen noticed something under the bed, which was were he currently was looking around at. "YES! Keiko's picture! I found it!" The dark-haired teen grabbed his suitcases and dashed towards the front door of his house.

"About time, you jerk!" Kuwabara glared. Yusuke flashed him a fake smile and walked outside.

"Let's go, we still have to pick Kurama. Crap, I think we're going to be late!" Kuwabara jumped into the driver's seat and turned on the car.

"It's your fault! You should've made sure that you had Keiko's picture with you before I came to pick you up!"

Yusuke stuck out his tongue and ignored the rest of Kuwabara's babbling. They reached the home of their redhead friend, Kurama.

"Hurry! Get in! We're late!!" Yusuke shouted, making Kuwabara go deaf for a moment.

Kurama smiled and got in quickly. "Did you wake up late, Yusuke?" he asked.

"Um, no. Kuwabara took a long time in the bathroom," Yusuke answered.

Kurama shook his head. "When will you try telling the truth, Yusuke?"

Yusuke roared with laughter. "When you stop winning every male beauty pageant!" The dark-haired teen stopped his laughter once he felt the glare from his green-eyed friend. "Sorry… It's true though."

Sighing, Kurama nodded in agreement. "How did Kuwabara convince us to be in the modeling industry?"

Yusuke shrugged. "I'm still wondering why we let him be our manager."

"Hey! I get you into the best shows and photo shoots, don't I? Be grateful, you punks!" Kuwabara scolded. Both passengers nodded and thanked him.

"Why this reality television show? Seems like a load of crap to me." Even though Yusuke had said it, Kurama thought the same thing. He wasn't too fond of the camera, despite what the photographers told him.

"You guys get to compete for a shot at getting rich quick, getting noticed throughout the world, and you might even get more jobs!" answered the driver.

"There is something you are not telling us," Kurama pointed out, making their manager flinch.

"Spill it!" demanded Yusuke.

Kuwabara saw he had no choice. He gave a heavy sigh before answering. "That other model will be there. The one that is rumored to have murdered his girlfriend."

"The one that ends up winning whatever contest he's in?" asked Yusuke with broad eyes.

"The one that has been the world's top model for four years in a row?" asked Kurama with the same expression as Yusuke's.

Their manager nodded. "Well, here's our stop. Get on the plane and don't die!"

Both models were now filled with anxiety. They gulped as they got out of their manager's car with their belongings.

Kuwabara bid them farewell, and left them to board the plane.

Several minutes later, after passing through security and boarding the plane just before it left without them, they found themselves wishing to go back to their homes. The idea of being in a reality show sounded fun, but being in the same show as a rumored killer was another thing altogether.

"I can't believe Hiei will be there. What if he tries to kills us? No, what if he does kill us?" Yusuke asked Kurama.

The redhead gulped and shrugged. "He is not the only one we have to worry about, Yusuke." Brown eyes looked at Kurama, silently asking him to keep going. "Do you remember Shinobu Sensui?"

Yusuke almost died at the mentioning of the name. "You're scaring me, but I won't be alone. Yomi's going to be there too!"

Kurama's color drained from his face.


A/N: So… ? Thanks for reading!