So this was the place right.. it looked like it was. They'd already gotten lost only a dozen times. He passed 6 tattoo and piercing studios in the last 15 minutes of walking!
"This one has an AC score!" He glibly joked to Scott, his manager, who had the same boring placid expression on his face. He looked around it was barely filled. "Always know a good tattoo dive by it's customers I always say.." He smiled cutely. A lady covered in piercings hurried to them chuckling nervously, speaking in a rush. They were late but would they still service them? Of course. He was famous. Still he was almost always on time for everything, and he expected to keep to a schedule. If there was one professional rule he consistently adhered to it was this, maintaining timeliness. His entire career hinged on him keeping to a strict schedule. He hated inconveniencing anyone with wasted time. His babysitter Scott apologized a ridiculous amount of times and offered to pay a generous fee for tip. Money does get everything you need!
He stood by the receptionist desk, drumming the glass with his fingers and humming in rhythm. He was traveling and inspiration struck! Tattoo! He had a tradition of getting inked in every new land he visited
"Problem was I'm not always inspired.. hits at the oddest moments," He announced to no one in particular. Scott wasn't listening he was busy flirting with the pierced chick.
Hayden moved around, tapping random objects, murmuring to himself, as he did.
"So many times I'm alone when I'm not alone.. I could be surrounded.. and still-"
His amused green eyes were swept up by fate, struck by lightning, and he knew a full body chill.
His stare was met by the most.. radiant.. dashing.. mesmerizing coal black eyes that he was witness to, framed by long thin strokes of inky lashes drawn by God's hand.
Hayden was starstruck. Something that never happened to him. The man standing before him was breathtakingly gorgeous, absolutely shockingly so, he had been all over the world, he'd seen the most handsome people, rubbed elbows with royalty. Parlayed with the filthy rich. He thought he was the apex of good looking.
What a right specimen..
@shisuiuchiha
Shisui ignored the tense situation ensuing in the back of the studio. He knew Obito would show up. He calmly flipped through a catalog, admiring the colorful art. It wasn't what he was into, and he shut it.
Several chaotic things happened at once, in no particular order..
The entrance to the studio swung open, and he heard new customers walk through, speaking in a voice that was.. eerily familiar. He instantly turned his gaze to the door, and the floor disappeared beneath him. His heart jumped to his throat and he knew a sense of constriction in his chest.
What was he seeing?? WHO WAS HE SEEING?
Shisui froze and watched a face he had fantasized many times, in his wildest dreams, in his most feverish dreams, strut through the little studio, long.. bare legs for days, lean tight torso.. a face that scorned millions of heartbreak, announce himself before him.
And he had been doing so well since this morning, he hadn't seen a single hallucination and he wasn't visited by any spirits. Why now?
WHY HIM?
That face.. no this wasn't real, this wasn't real, this wasn't real.. he was starting to panic. That face belonging to the most angelic, achingly familiar, most famous man of their era, his beauty outshining any living being, this wasn't happening. A moment of weakness, he was obviously reaching for someone comforting, this happened to him when he stepped out of the house, his racing mind gave him certain comfort people to cling to. It used to be.. now it was a famous popstar. But who was with him? He was never delusional enough that he imagined him with anyone else.
With growing dread.. Shisui watched the man linger in one spot, and ghost over to him. He was stuck. He was horrified that his limbs wouldn't move.
Before he could remove his gawking stare the famous man locked eyes with his and Shisui saw the color of the ocean at dawn, fresh foam and mint, the gentlest sea green. A steady stare met his, warm and inviting and just vaguely weary, sensual as the rising tide..
He was focused so intimately on the man before him he wasn't even aware he was being called. Scott The Killjoy. Thief of joy. Blade of all the was sublime odiferous gym shorts. The horrors awaited him.
Hayden ignored him.
He wanted to breath the same air as the cute boy in front of him.
He tilted his head, casually, steering the ship through calmer waters.
"First timer?" He motioned with his chin at Shisui's bare arms. He knew a virgin when he saw one.
That voice.... THAT VOICE! That deep cooool voice like a glass of ice cold water on a summer evenin', he knew that voice more closely than he knew his own! The darkly amusing, velvety smooth baritone voice rang in his ears and his mouth went dry... he was sinking into the fog.. he knew he was dreaming, and it was fine, this was a welcome dream.. the dreams he didn't want to wake up from.
He took another step, not close enough to be invading his bubble.
"I lost count of how many tattoos I have, but I'm looking at you now.. and you don't look like you are here to get inked today." He said this without judgement. "I'm Hayden by the way." It was too late he said it. All is well. He didn't think it was a big deal, he met with men and women sometimes, they knew him and they knew his name and certain personal details.
He wanted this.. ethereal creature.. this magnificent sylph of a man, to know him. Even with that look.. he was used to that look. He was famous. Everyone gave him that look.
He was coming closer.. would he touch him? He wouldn't mind, but most of the time his hallucinations or whatever they were wouldn't touch him. They wanted to touch him.. but they stayed away. Except for the little faceless girl.. she wanted hugs sometimes and he gave her hugs.
Oh he knew his name. He knew all his songs. He had all his albums. He had every t shirt and even a hoodie and tote bags. HE HAD THE PINK SHORTS! Even a vinyl slip mat. HE HAD THE MERCH SOCKS FFS! Shisui had every available piece of merchandise in his brand.
He eyed his neck and arms, the tattoos were there.. he knew every spot he had a tattoo so he knew where to look.
He blushed, he actually blushed. Should he ask for an autograph?
Hayden slipped a card out and placed it directly in the hand of the cute boy in front of him.
"This is my number.. call me. Or stay. I won't take long to get this new tattoo inked." He raised his eyebrow suggestively. "I do hope you'll.. stay."
He left him there with a sunny smile to reckon with.
Shisui dissociated
Obito walked up to Shisui.
He grabbed the card and turned it over, glancing at it.
"Hm."
"...I can't feel my legs..."
Shisui watched the famous pop singer saunter away. His fingers tingled. He saw Obito take the card and with speed grabbed it back. No one touched the card but him.
"That really happened didn't it.."
He appraised Shishi critically. "Get a hold of yourself! He's no one special. PAH! TOBI IS NOT IMPRESSED!" Shisui was such a fangurl of this guy he had posters on his wall that he tried to hide!!! "What is he doing here.."
