desire for existence { marco | 3 }

Chapter 40:Emo Espresso Masterpiece

Third pov

"Alright, I'm coming out now." Kira called from the nearby shed. "Cool, I'm done setting up anyways, yoi." Marco called, putting his strap camera around his neck, so that it would be right there when he needed it. He heard high heeled footsteps coming from the shed that Kira changed in. He looked up, and his jaw went slack when he saw how she looked in the outfit she was wearing. She wore a black denim skirt, a red crop top, and a blue denim jacket. She wore black ankle boots, and black fishnet stockings. She did her own make up as well. She had black lipstick, volume enhancing mascara, and highlighter.

Kira was smirking at Marco's reaction, "You 'right?" She asked. "Super." He replied. Kira grabbed him by his jacket collar, and brought him down to her level, "Bet you didn't expect me to look cute as a edgy teen." "It is, in fact, very hot to see you like this, Kira, yoi." He smirked. Her smile was reminiscent to the Chesire Cat, "Oh? Noted. Guess I need to wear these sorts of clothes more often." She chuckled. Marco shook his head, chuckling, "How about we start, yoi?"

Marco got Kira to wear round lens sun glasses. The lens was black, and judging by the brand, Kira had a feeling that Itami chose them. Kira put the glasses on, and turned to Marco, "Right, so what do you want me to do? You lead the way, Mr Photographer." Kira smiled. Marco chuckled, "Follow me then, m'lady, yoi." He smiled.

Marco got Kira to lean against a graffiti filled wall. He gave her a lighter and a packet of ciggies. Kira chuckled a little in her mind, she thought it was cute with how Marco was trying to make everything perfect. "Alright..." Marco muttered, before taking a few steps back. "You ready?" He asked. Kira tilted her glasses, so that they sat on her nose, "Baby, I'm born ready." She smirked. Marco smirked in return, "That's the exact answer I wanted, babe, yoi."

He took off the cover cap. He raised the camera at eye level, and peered through the lens. He could see Kira shake out a cigarette, then place one in-between her soft pink lips. At that angle, Marco shot a total of three photos. He took another total of four photos when she blew out some smoke, one of her hands in her pockets. Seven photos in, and Marco's already confirmed that Kira is his favourite model. In the past, he had worked with tens of women who worked under the Mafia. One of them being Itami. Itami was his previous fave, because of how exotic and near-perfect Itami was as a model. But now? Now the woman he loves has dominated Itami by miles.

"How are they turning out?" Kira asked. "Beautiful." He stated, snapping away more photos, "Alright...How about you try and spice it up somehow, yoi?" Marco called. Although Kira is amazing when it came to solving medical problems, she isn't a very creative person, Marco noticed. But he knew that when pushed, she can create something amazing, as shown when she made chocolate chip pancakes. 

'This is all yours, babe, yoi.' Marco thought. 

But Marco was suprised, when Kira plucked some of the surrounding daises that were growing in between the cracks of the pavement. She placed the daises in between her lips, and got out her lighter. Marco quickly got into a close lower-angle position. Kira looked down at him, as she lit the daisy on fire. Marco couldn't believe the amount of photos he had gotten from that. He also couldn't believe how amazing she was. Her poses was everything he's been searching for. She looked badass. If anyone dared crossed her, they'd regret it....literally.

Many other photos included her drawing graffiti herself, her burning things (roses was something she loved to burn, Marco found), her lying on park benches, her sitting on Marco's car and smoking. Throughout each photo, she'd use different poses, and would occasionally change outfits. Marco's personal favourites, was one where Kira sat cross legged in the middle of the road. She wore a pair of high rise ripped denim jeans, a black crop top, white frilly socks, and a large dark green bomber jacket, and her hair styled in space buns. With both hands, she was pulling the middle finger, and she had drawn stars and planets all over her fingers, whilst poking her tongue out in a rocker chick way. Marco's other favourite, was where she was wearing the same outfit, but she was standing in a bathroom, and she had drawn an Alien doing the middle finger on the mirror with her lipstick.

She was the masterpiece he had been asking for, for years.

*timeskip*

Itami had golden sparkles in her eyes as she went over the photos. "Oh wow! These...are amazing!" She hugged Marco, "It's been so long since I've seen you taken such good photos!" Itami cried. Marco removed himself from Itami, as Kira was kind of giving Itami a rather salty look. "T-Thanks, Itami. I couldn't have done it without Kira of course, yoi." Marco smiled, wrapping an arm around Kira.

Kira blushed, "I had a lot of fun, babe. I've never modelled before, and now... I wanna do it again one day!" She smiled. Marco kissed the side of her head, "Well, you're lucky, because we could be doing this again, one day, yoi." He murmured.

Marco pov

After today, I've come to the conclusion that Kira is now the model I want to use. No matter the theme, I want her to be featured in all of my photos. I won't post them on Facebook though, because someone at the hospital could see the photos of Kira, and she'd be at risk of losing her job.

As a reward, Kira got to decide what we got to eat for lunch. Ironically, she chose ice cream sundaes from McDonalds. "You've been hanging around Victoria too much, yoi." I joke, as we leave McDonalds with our ice creams. Kira laughed, "Victoria is amazing." I roll my eyes, "Don't eat your ice cream all at once, there's a better place to eat these, rather than in this car, yoi." I state, as we drove through town. "Where is this magical realm?" Kira joked. "The beach."

*timeskip*

Kira pov

Together, we sat on the hood of Marco's car, eating our sundaes. Playing softly in the background, was the playlist full of song recommendations that Akaoni had given to me before. As each song played, it drowned out the sound of reality. From the distance, we probably look like two rebellious teenagers, that just finished wrecking havoc on society. In some way of sorts, we probably are...except I'm 24 and Marco is 28.

'Now that I think about it.... isn't it Marco's birthday soon?'

I look at Marco, "Say...your birthday is soon." I pointed out. "So it is." He sat simply. I pout, "Come ooooh we gotta at least do something!" I begged. "Thats the thing, I don't know what to do for my birthday, yoi. I never had time to celebrate it, or we always just had drinks in the mafia clubhouse, yoi." He responds, chucking our empty ice creams into the rubbish. 

I huff, pulling out the cigarettes. I pulled one out, then gave Marco the box. "Come here, I wanna try something." I murmur. Marco moved in close as I pulled out the lighter. I hold the lighter underneath both of our cigs that were touching. I flicked the button, and the flame appeared. Marco was the one who shielded the flame from the wind, while I lit both of our cigs up. Once they were lit, we both moved to blow out the smokes. 

'I really need to quit smoking.'

For a second, I was blind because of a white flash. I look over, and saw that Marco had his phone out, and had just taken a photo of me. "Perfect." He muttered. "Oh fuck, I probably look shitty in it!" I cry. Marco showed me the photo, "In fact, you look beautiful, yoi." Marco murmured. I leaned against him, before he turned my face towards him, and he kissed me. I blushed lightly, but nonetheless wrapped my hands around his neck. He tasted of all the dangerous drugs and chemicals found in cigs, but it did not matter to me, not even a little bit.

He pulled away, "I love my little rebellious girl, yoi."