hunt or be hunted.

[daemon_angelus]

I WAS RANDOMLY MEGA INSPIRED AND HAMMERED THIS OUT THANKS TO HAGE'S ALWAYS AMAZING GENJI ART, BUT THIS BAIHU SKIN FANART. TRULY. SPOKE. TO. ME. (thank you for the emerald wingtipped eyeshadow Genji, Hage-san T H A N K Y O U ARIGATOU GOZAIMASU VERY MUCH --- )

also known as : how many biases can I fit into one (model) AU (*・∀-)☆



A slender, toned hand threads through fur of white and ebony, absently scratching at the white tiger’s ears as it pants a little under the harsh glare of spotlights and camera flashes (its trainer stands by just a few metres off to the side - anything can happen - )

 

And it’d be an absolutely shame to lose one of Japan’s rising modelling stars to a mishap -

 

Not that Kontrast Creative would ever allow such a thing to happen under their watch.

 

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Katsuya hums curiously as he observes from a distance, near the back of the set and out of the way, resting his chin on the butt of his palm as he props it up on the mop in front of him. He knows Kaiba was just joking (maybe; it still annoys him a great deal) when he’d ordered - with a downright evil smirk - for Katsuya to be at the shoot, drawling out - skinny as you are, I’ve still instructed the trainer to feed you to the tigers instead if they ever felt like turning on Genji - 

 

Shimada Genji. 

 

(Katsuya figures the Japanese model and Kaiba should be at least kinda close - first name basis and all - plus the fact that one of the hottest newcomers to the industry chose KC for a shoot when the very brand he was wearing could likely cycle through any multitude of offers from other companies - )

 

He snorts at the sound of girlish giggling (covers it up with a cough when they glance over in his direction), coos and tiny excited squeaks of I hear they call him Genji-sama in Japan - I wonder if we’d get to talk to him after this - he’s so cooool, looks like he’s got the tigers just basically eating out of the palm of his hand -

 

They look a bit dehydrated and... fat? Katsuya thinks with a quirk of his eyebrows - suspicions confirmed as he pretends-sweeps to an off-angle and catches the male model discreetly feeding a raw chicken leg to one of the tigers behind him, all while keeping piercing jade eyes fixed on the camera - captivating everyone with that light, boyish smirk adorning his lips (playful and alluring) -

 

Righttttttt. If Genji hadn’t looked so nonplussed while doing it - still lounging lazily charming and appealingly for the camera amongst the three white tigers while clad in designer - Katsuya might have felt more indignation and less, maybe misplaced, adoration at the model’s craftiness (but it gets the girls’ attention!!) -

 

But then, any sorting out of whether it was appropriate to have admiration for one of the cool kids would have to wait - because at that moment, there’s a sudden break in the tension on set - staff starting to shuffle around with props, clothes and touch ups - the trainer already taking over as Genji stands and starts striding over in long, confident steps to the edge of the set, eyes bright with mirth and his smirk smoothening out into a friendly smile -

 

Meets Ky halfway - the Frenchman answering with his own polite smile and (always) brilliant turquoise eyes - while Genji proceeds to greet him with air-kisses to either sides of his cheeks.

 

(Katsuya had already whipped his phone out and was burst-composing a text to his one and only dearest supervisor.)

 

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Sol lets out a stupid garbled kind of snort-snore when the phone he’d left in his hand (after he’d fallen asleep evidently) buzzes - squints at the bright, blurry screen hurting his eyes to a message preview from Katsuya -

 

WHO DIS????!!!????? [Photo]

The fuck —

 

With an irritated sigh, Sol contemplates not opening it (probably some famous model/celebrity that Sol gave absolutely no shits about anyway - too many of them trawling through the hallways of KC -) but decides to punch in his passcode and unlock his phone while pinching the bridge of his nose -

 

At first, it was just a kind of stunned silence - brain synapses connecting but not churning out any actual comprehension and meaning - of course he recognises Ky in the photo - but what doesn’t really stick is that svelte, lightly tanned Asian dude with short spiky stylish black hair just a millimetre away from —

 

(Katsuya frowns anxiously at the tiny ‘Seen’ pop up under the message he’d just sent without any reply from Sol - but what he couldn’t hear was the “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!” bellowing out from the basement of the KC building.)

 

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To say Sol had been sprinting up to the floor of the photo shoot was an exaggeration (he’d decided to take the lift anyhow), but the three executives riding - trapped - in the elevator with him would probably have commented otherwise, given how Sol had been jabbing furiously at the button lit up with “18” on it, all while muttering vague, creepy threats of bodily harm and dismemberment on another human being -

 

What was truly unfortunate was what happened right as the lift doors dinged open at said eighteenth floor - 

 

Gleaming jade eyes - perfectly accentuated with freshly-touched-up emerald eye-shadowed wing tips - meet confused pissed off gold - 

 

(Genji is a hunter and all it takes is for a moment of hesitance - for him to strike - )

 

“Hey man, great, you’re the coffee boy around here right? Come on, let’s go get cuppas for everyone on set yeah - “ and proceeds to casually loop his arm around Sol’s shoulders - paying no heed that the American was almost a head taller than him and maybe something like two times broader - all with an easygoing smile and a light wave of acknowledgment to his staff member further away at the entrance of the room to the photo shoot -

 

(Sol manages to catch a glimpse of stunning blond but somehow, this lean Japanese man has the strength and know-how to use his weight to manoeuvre him back into the lift - )

 

And Genji still has the audacity to keep his arm around Sol - like they’re some sort of goddamn best friends - even after the lift doors shut and starts going back down - 17 - 16 - 15 -

 

“What the absolute fuckery - “

 

“Hey guys, sorry, I think I made y’all miss your floor,” Lean-Hot-Asian-Guy cuts Sol off deftly, with practiced ease and a sheepish smile that somehow still looks absolutely charming (Sol thinks he hears the breath of one of the female executives actually hitch) -

 

“N-no problem at all, Mr Shimada - we were, uh,” she shrinks into herself more under Sol’s withering glare, “ - weren’t in time to press our floor actually - “

 

“Aw damn, that won’t do. What floor was it? Ten? Ah great, that’s coming up next - “

 

Genji and the executives are all friendly smiles when the latter group exit the elevator - waving to each other as the doors shut again - but the edges of it turn razored and smug when Sol - teeth gritted and muscles tense from anger - almost succeeds in catching Genji’s arm - which hadn’t been extricated from Sol the whole eight floors down - and maybe throwing the guy against hard polished metal - instead swiftly and skilfully avoids the swing - moves to nonchalantly press the “close” button -

 

“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at, boy?” 

 

When Genji slides his gaze to him, there is a fire in jade-green eyes - tempered and honed, like the edge of a blade - a goddamn challenge -

 

“I know who you are - I know who you are to Ky - “ and it takes all of Sol’s willpower not to smack this little punkass kid into the floor just for mentioning Ky’s name like he had everything to do with it - 

 

Genji shrugs - deliberately relaxed as he leans back against the elevator wall - posture seemingly careless (cocky and defiant) - that definitely did not match the devious spark dancing in the shine of emerald eyes and the upturned corners of Genji’s lips - 

 

“I think he can do better.”

 

Sol answers the little shit with a fanged, feral grin -

 

Oh, it was so totally on. 

 

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