The Black Necromancer

"For a moment, I could have sworn he resembled Leon." Rowan muttered under his breath as he raised his cup of orange juice to his lips. He took a big gulp and sighed with satisfaction when he felt the cool liquid run down his throat.

"True." Andrew nodded his head and did not bother taking another look at the two handsome men that were seated not too far from their booth. He sipped a coke as he thought of the trip that he and his closest friend had just returned from. Perhaps if these two men were present in the last fashion run, then they could have gotten many more viewers.

"You know what?" Andrew suddenly asked, making Rowan raise his head from his phone and give him a questioning look. "I'm going to ask them to participate in our Christmas show tomorrow." He said and stood up, not giving Rowan the chance to argue with him.

"Hello!" Andrew smiled when he arrived at Michael and Leon's table. His smile was bright and radiant.

"Hello, how can we help you?" Michael looked up from his cup of coke that he had been nursing for a while now.

"I am a fashion designer." Andrew placed a hand on his chest. "My friend there is runs modelling gig, and we usually work together for shows. We could not help but notice that both of you looked incredibly dashing, and were wondering if you would like to take part in our show tomorrow. Of course, we will compensate you adequately." He grinned widely.

Michael and Leon shared a look. They had heard the entirety of the model and fashion designer duo's discussion, and had already planned on how to handle it.

"Why not?" Leon smirked as he looked back at Andrew.

"That's wonderful! Here is my card, no need to call me tonight, but it would be great if we can meet here again tomorrow morning. Does nine in the morning sound okay to you?" He asked, sliding his card over to Michael, as Michael seemed to be the one in charge.

"Nine sounds good, thank you." Michael nodded his head and shook hands with Andrew before the latter returned to his seat with a shit eating grin on his face. He immediately began talking with Rowan on how they could spice up the show.

It was then that Megan came out of the kitchen and made her way to Leon and Michael's table. "Sorry to interrupt, but we will be closing in ten minutes." She smiled.

"Oh, that's fine. We were just about to leave." Michael nodded and stood up, placing a few bills on the table. He picked up his coat and put it on before looking to Leon was had a dazed expression on his face.

"Ahem." Michael cleared his throat at Leon. Thankfully, Megan had already left, so she did not know of Leon's staring.

Leon quickly got up and put on his coat and mask before following Michael out of the diner. He gave the fashion and modelling duo a light nod on his way out but did not say anything otherwise. When they were out on the streets, it was lit up by the bright lights of the buildings. Various Christmas decorations caught Leon's eyes, and he sighed, feeling nostalgic.

"You were staring earlier, did you want to tell her?" Michael asked as he picked a direction and began walking. Leon followed behind him without caring.

"No, I still don't know if I should. She looked like she was moving on..." He sighed.

"We both know that's a lie. She still lives with guilt, although it seems like she is trying to move on. Give her closure, Leon." Michael said and continued walking. No more words were exchanged between them as they walked through the cold night, under the watch of the blinking decorative lights.

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Leon woke up the next morning feeling a bit tired in mind. His body was well rested, but his mind was slow.

They had spent the night in a hotel that Michael had paid for. They slept in two separate rooms so they could each get their privacy.

"It's... It's Christmas..." Leon mumbled and scratched his head. He then got out of bed and went to freshen up.

He had learned the day before, thanks to Michael, that they had arrived on Christmas Eve, and the show that they were going for was a Christmas show.

Leon emerged from the bathroom with his hair held up by a rubber ring in a pony tail. He did not know why he had been given such long hair when he had entered this world, but he did not mind it. In fact, he felt it made him look even better.

'I should consider traveling around Datar with this look.' Leon decided after taking a look at himself in the mirror. He had picked out a plain dark blue jean trouser, white t-shirt, and a thick dark blue winter coat. With a black and purple scarf, and face mask, he looked stunning.

'Maybe I was meant for the modeling lifestyle after all. Heh.' Leon chuckled mentally and turned around. He spotted the phone that Michael had given him the night before, and picked it up before walking out of his room and locking the door behind him.

Coincidentally, Michael had also stepped out of his room at that time. The Minor Fate God was wearing an ash colored jean, white shirt, ash colored coat, and had let his hair fall down. His sharp blue eyes stood out with his looks, and made him seem like an otherworldly figure.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yup." Leon nodded.

The two of them proceeded to leave the hotel, which was not far from the diner, and make their way there. It was just eight in the morning, but they wanted to be there early. There was no reason they should delay when they had nothing else to do.

Ding!

The bell above the door rang as the two of them stepped into the slightly busy diner. Instantly, a lot of eyes were drawn to the insanely handsome young men that had entered the diner.