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Nightclub at Daytime Chapter 5
Title: Nightclub at Daytime
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tacuma811
Pairing: Perfect Pair
Chapter: 5/40 (probably)
Genre: AU, romance, angst, crime
Word count: words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
Chapter 5
The next morning there was a big, beautiful camera waiting next to Fuji's plate at the table. Almost everybody was already waiting and talking about it when Fuji entered the dining room. He immediately noticed the camera. He sat down on his chair and picked it up. The camera was more expensive and much better than the one he used to have at home. Fuji just hoped that Atobe-san didn't want to use this to bribe him in any way. He had kept telling how Fuji was going to make him earn more money, but never said in what way, and that scared Fuji a little. Tezuka had told him that it would be alright and that he still didn't have to do anything he didn't want and that Atobe-san would never ask that of him.
'Why did you get a camera?' asked Eiji who sat next to Fuji. He was the most curious of all and he wanted to know why it was there.
'I am a photographer,' answered Fuji. 'I will keep photographing while I stay here and sell my pictures to magazines I used to work for.'
Fuji had thought about everything Tezuka and Oishi had told him about this place and he had decided to get the money he needed as quickly as possible. After that he would decide what he would do and how he would continue to live. He found out escaping would be impossible. When he went to the bathroom last night, Momoshiro had been in the hallway, like he was on guard. He had lied he had to go to the bathroom as well, but Fuji knew that wasn't the truth.
'That is great!' answered Eiji enthusiastic. 'Can you make a few pictures of me? I want to send a recent photo to my family. They have been contacting me for a few weeks now and they want to know how I've been doing. I want to send them a picture to show I'm doing fine, nya!'
'Sure,' answered Fuji. He had nothing to do anyway and it would be a great way to find out how exactly this camera worked. It had much more options than the camera's he owned in the past.
'We should make a group picture as well!' said Eiji. 'We can put it on the wall here, or in the living room. Those rooms are too plain! We should make them look like nice and comfortable places with photos!'
'Have you ever done haute couture shoots?' asked Mizuki suddenly.
'Not really,' answered Fuji. 'Only when I was still in school. I'm not really interested in fashion photography. I prefer being more creative, play with light and colours, make people think when they see a picture.'
'Are you saying haute couture is not creative?' asked Mizuki offended.
'I didn't say that,' answered Fuji. 'I said the photography of haute couture is not creative. By photographing something creative people will only think about the fashion they see in the photos and not about the photos themselves. It's easy to make good haute couture shots, but I don't like it.'
Kaidoh and Momoshiro brought breakfast in and put it on the table. Everybody took some of it and started eating, but Mizuki wasn't done discussing yet.
'Why did you get that camera?' he asked almost angrily.
'Atobe-san gave it to me as a present. If you want to know why, you should ask him, because I don't know either. I asked him, but he didn't want to tell me.'
'You met Atobe?' asked Oishi, but nobody really listened to his question, because Mizuki asked a question at the same time and his voice was much louder.
'I am a fashion designer and Atobe didn't even give me a sewing machine to work with! No fabric, no thread, only needles. A little box of needles! I had to pay for everything myself! What did you do to get that camera from him? There must be a reason.'
Now Fuji understood why the other guy was so hideously dressed. The purple shirt with ruffles and red roses clearly showed the poor taste of the so called fashion designer. Fuji understood why Atobe-san didn't give him anything to work with. Nobody in the entire world would want to wear something like that.
'I told you already, I don't know why Atobe-san gave it to me,' said Fuji once again, a little pissed off and impatient. 'He only said I would earn a lot of money if I worked at the club for him. When he heard that I am a photographer he offered to buy me a camera.'
Everybody was looking at him. The days he had been at this place Fuji had hardly spoken a word. He had been shy, he stayed in his room and didn't interact with anybody. Now he was in a fight with Mizuki.
'Photograph my designs then,' said Mizuki.
'No,' answered Fuji. 'I can't sell pictures of clothes to the magazines I work for. They aren't fashion magazines. And even if they were, nobody would publish photos of such hideous clothing. It's not fashionable, not modern, not new and it doesn't look good no matter how you look at it. I might not be a fashion photographer, but at least I know what fashion is about.'
Mizuki's mouth fell open, he stood up and slammed his fist on the table. 'How dare you say such things about my wonderful designs! You don't know ANYTHING about fashion! If you did, you would know that purple is the colour for this season!'
'Shouldn't you, as a designer, already work on the colours for next season? Shouldn't you be ahead of everybody? Shouldn't you know that the season for ruffles was in the seventies and that red and purple look horrible together, no matter in what combination you use them?' Fuji didn't even look up from his food as he spoke with the other.
Mizuki looked like he was going to burst. His face was red of anger and his hands were fists, pretty manicured nails digging into his own flesh. Then, without saying another word, he left the dining room and returned to his bedroom. Everybody watched him go, before returning their attention to Fuji.
Fuji looked up from his plate. 'What?' he asked. 'You all thought the same, but nobody dared to tell him. I'm not going to photograph something that hideous. It would ruin my reputation as a photographer.'
For a few seconds it was silent. Then Eiji, Gakuto and Momoshiro started laughing out loud. Nioh snickered and Yukimura was grinning. The only one who hadn't enjoyed the little fight had been Oishi.
'You just told him!' laughed Eiji. 'You told him his clothes look like crap! That is amazing! I never thought you would be such a honest guy.'
'We all thought he looked horrible and his attitude is even worse,' said Momoshiro as he wiped the tears from his eyes. 'The only one who ever dared to tell Mizuki something like that was Yukimura. Hadn't such a good laugh in ages.'
Fuji was a little glad the others didn't hate him for the fact that he already started fighting while he was only here for a few days. He hated the diva-like types. Atobe-san was one of them as well, but he was his boss, so Fuji wouldn't talk to him in a way he had just spoken to the failed fashion designer, but he didn't mind saying such things to Mizuki.
'Is there a nice place where I can make a picture of you, Eiji?' asked Fuji.
'Yes, outside! The sun is shining and the flowers are blooming, so we can make a picture there! I'll show you after breakfast! Oishi, will you come too?'
'I will come!' said Gakuto.
'Me too!' said Momoshiro. 'And our grumpy Kaidoh will come too, of course. He will probably be a wonderful model!'
'What are you talking about, stupid peach!'
'We should all go!' said Eiji. 'You too, Nioh and Yukimura! It will be fun! Don't you want a pretty picture of yourself! Should we invite Tezuka too?'
'I don't think Tezuka likes to have his picture taken,' answered Oishi.
The door opened and a tall man with light brown hair entered the room.
'Oh, you guys aren't done yet. I'm sorry, I will come back later.'
'No, Kawamura, you can stay here and wait,' said Oishi. 'We're almost done anyway. Come on guys, finish your food, afterwards you can go out to let your picture taken. Kawamura, we have a new colleague, his name is Fuji Syuusuke. Fuji, this is Kawamura Takashi, he is the one who cleans the house and washes your clothes.'
'Nice to meet you,' said Fuji with a small smile. 'Thank you for your hard work.'
The tall cleaner blushed a little. 'You're welcome. Nice to meet you too.'
'Fuji is a photographer!' said Eiji happily. 'He is going to take pictures of us and he is going to make a nice group picture! You should be on the picture too, Taka-san! You are also part of the group!'
'It's fine,' said Kawamura. 'I don't have to be in the picture. I'm fine with being just the cleaner.'
'Really?' asked Fuji. 'Too bad, I think you would look good in the picture. Are you sure you don't want to?'
'Well,' answered Kawamura, 'if you don't mind then…'
Fuji smiled. It had happened before that guys, or girl, fell for his charms. He was good looking and he could be really kind if he wanted. He didn't really use it to get what he wanted, but it was nice to know he could get what he wanted by just asking a guy like Kawamura. They all quickly finished their food, before they went outside to take some photos.
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Thank you for another chapter! I hope Fuji gets to take Tezuka's picture eventually!
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Thank you for reading. Hmm, Tezuka isn't easy about such things XD
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Someone just had to put that dive in his place. LOL
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It does make me wonder what type of power Atobe has and if there will be trouble looming in the future for Fuji.
Can't wait for the next instalment :D
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As for Atobe, I guess it will be explained in one of the next chaps!