Author's Notes: Well, it's the holiday season, and what is the Holiday season without a new fic??? So, after seeing Moonlight Serenity's new story, Stage Name: Hiromi Tatibana(which you should read, it's KaiHil too), I came up with this first chapter. So this one's dedicated to her, and guess what??? It's my first KaiHil!!!!!
Pairing: Kai/Hilary
Rating:T- just for language and safety.
Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade. Woo...
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Maybe In Your Dreams- Chapter One
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Hilary laughed flat out. Her eyes glimmered like Rubies as she spun around, looking in the mirror. Her twenty-year-old self had grown a bit taller, her body curvy and beautiful with all the tidings of womanhood.
"That looks perfect, Hil," The woman said dreamily. "This shoot will work perfectly for the New York advertisement. You'll be in People for sure," She assured.
The brunette looked at herself in the mirror, from floor up. The jeans hugged her curves perfectly, the Australian Ugg boots, authentic ones, of course, adorned her feet in cushioned warmth, and the white jacket was trimmed with matching fur ranging from white to a chestnut brown color, blending together perfectly. She flicked back a short strand of hair, revealing the most darling pair of silver hoops.
"Dana, that's the point. I want something to write home about." She looked at herself one final time, before turning around and running down the set of three steps that allowed her a full view of herself in several angled mirrors.
The day high school ended, she had received enough slack from the guys about not pulling her own weight that she had felt it necessary to leave town. She had traveled to Los Angeles, as New York City was a bit farther than her budget allowed. For the past few years, she had been doing a few modling jobs, earning a name for herself along with a few other privledges.
Her eyes still retained their ruby brilliance, though she knew that this fact didn't matter as much as the clothes she wore. Within two moments of her arrival in LA, she had learned that her charm was perfect for the 'industry,' as it was called. She knew that it required her to stay a certain size for the industry, but she watched what she ate anyways.
Dana hovered around her, taking a step back as she exited the room of mirrors. "I think this is still missing something," she said thoughtfully. Pulling out her cell phone, she dialed a number and waited a split second for an answer. "Do me a favor," she said quickly. "Get me that white knit scarf we were talking about. And the gold scarf. We won't have time for a stop between the first and second shoots today, except for a five minute car ride in which our dearest Hilary needs just a little nourishment and perhaps time to breathe."
Hilary smiled. Dana was always looking out for her best interests.
"What?" Dana's expression seemed to surprise her. "We got a call from him? I'll have to ask her myself, I don't know how this will go over." As Hilary's personal asistant, they spent a lot of time together, and Hilary was a bit more expressive than Dana was. However, Dana's current expression told her something big had just happened.
"Okay, spill." Hilary's raised eyebrown caused a bit of a knowing attitude from the young woman. "I know something is up."
Dana smiled sheepishly. "Yeah." The woman smirked. "How would you like to do a shoot for the B.B.A.?"
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She fingered the white scarf gingerly. It's long length was becoming increasingly popular, but in some cases, as long as she could recall, it was definitely in-style then. Her thoughts lingered however, not on the white scarf she held, but a different one that happened to be worn by someone definitely worthy of a model status. Male model, of course.
A sigh escaped her. When the others had cornered her about pulling her own weight, he had remained silent, his eyes searching hers as Tyson's comments took their toll. Her hands balled into a fist. Tyson had accused her of a secret crush on none other than himself, and she had destroyed what was left of their friendship with a stomp on his foot, a knee to his manhood, and a click as she turned on the heel of the foot that was attached to the knee that left Tyson on the ground, walking away for good.
What surprised her most, that night, was the phone call left on her voice mail. It had been Tyson, expressing the most heartfelt confession and apology he had probably ever attempted. He had admitted that he was in love with her, and that was his excuse for his horrible behavior. That made her laugh. It was far too late by then, as she had the ticket to Los Angeles in her hand and the bags packed and waiting by her door. Tyson had made a costly mistake, and it did nothing but liberate the young woman.
"Hil?"
She blinked twice and looked to Dana. "Yeah?"
"Do you think you want to do the shoot?"
She thought for a moment. Her pixie styled hair had been grown out, its length a few inches longer, hanging completely straight or occasionally in wavy ringlets that gave her a slightly southern look. Either way, it was delicately charming and entirely sophisticated. "Well..."
Dana looked at her, her own crystalline blue orbs shining at Hilary with a careful intensity. "You don't have to feel obligated, I know what happened-"
"That was years ago, Dana, besides, it's not Mr. Dickenson I dislike, it's just his championship team."
"They're practically the same thing."
"I'll do it, Dana, I want to." A spark of determination lightened her eyes, and Dana decided not to question it at all. Hilary looked out the window for a few moments. Her head then swung back to look at Dana, with a sophisticatedly bored expression. She tucked a bit of hair behind her ear. "Besides, if I run into one of them, well, perhaps I should just challenge them to a beybattle."
Dana sighed. "Do you really think you'd beat any of them?"
She laughed. "No, but if I tell them who I am, they'll become shocked and I'll take advantage and beat them," She explained, using a playful punching motion. Dana gave her an unimpressed look and she blew upward at a short layer of her hair that came into her face. "Okay, so even then they'd probably beat me. I don't beyblade to be the best anyway. Just the fact that I can says enough."
"So it's all about making a statement? No wonder you're a model."
Their escort, a man in a suit with a fancy hat, snorted. "Nigel, don't pretend like that wasn't funny," Hilary said, leaning toward the front seat of the small limo, "Because that was pretty good."
Nigel laughed and a British accent rounded out his next few words. "Well now, ladies, it is indeed expected that all sophisticated ladies, especially models such as yourselves, express a certain statement when necessary."
"Cut the fake accent, Nigel, you're about as British as I am."
The trio laughed and the driver pulled over, wishing them a good day and good luck, in Hilary's case, seeing as she had a new location planned out for her later today. They had rescheduled the second shoot in order to fit in Mr. Dickenson's request for her to model something. What that something was, none of them had any idea. They figured they'd find out eventually.
And Hilary figured, since no one had specifically requested her, that the poor old man would have a heart attack. After all, when she disappeared, no one knew her new location, much less if she was alive. She guessed she was just missing in action to them.
Hopefully that made the 'statement' she was to make a bit more powerful.
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Author's Notes: Well, there's the first chapter, no KaiHil yet, but don't worry, it will happen. And I know, this is REALLY REALLY short. I'm setting to work on the second chapter right away. Let me know what you think, and I hope it sparks your interest that they're all just a little bit older than the usual. I thought it would be a bit different to make them out of school, and a bit more sophisticated. Oh, and next chapter, perhaps Kai will live up to Hilary's definition of him as a male model.
So, being a desperate and seemingly horrible authoress, REVIEW! I need a self esteem boost in the writing area!
Signing off, Distant Storm