"Finally done with this." I tiredly expressed while putting a pencil into a cup full of other pencils and pens. I looked at the picture I just finished and placed it on a pile I started a few days ago. Tomorrow I'll be calling up the pompous assholes who have been wanting me to be apart of their exclusive club. I made these designs for my own purpose, to have someone wear them to help with a charity I am apart of. Then they go to a museum.
I'm a fashion designer. Have been for years. The pompous assholes that want me are other designers. They want my stuff to go into their shows for the rich and privileged b to ogle and buy. I didn't make my fashion for those people, I make mine for everyone else, or charities.
Leaning back in my chair I stared at the ceiling of my office, then my stomach grumbled telling me I needed food. The last time I ate was, yesterday? I usually forget to eat when I design. Even though I made 10 of these, I'm only sending in 1 for the charity. The others will be in a folder and forgotten. I've lost my passion for this awhile ago. Now it just brings in money.
I got up from my chair and walked out of my messy office full of fabric and other sewing stuff. Light table in one corner, attached to a table big enough for me to make and cut patterns, dress forms in random locations, some have fabric draped on them, others didn't. This room was never cleaned.
Walking through a hallway I stopped at a mirror and looked at myself. I was a mess. My dark red hair was tangled, the side of my head that has hair that it. I shave the left side of my head for stylistic reasons. When my hair isn't tangled and look like I stuck my finger in a socket, it went a little past my shoulders in layers. I always have a braid where hair meets no hair.
My shirt I was wearing was falling off on one side, revealing a scar on the right side of my chest. I didn't wear a bra, so the cold air made my nipples noticeable. The shirt didn't go all the way to my hips, it stopped around my waist like a crop top. It was a simple white shirt and had lettering on it that read, "ok, but first coffee." my stomach showed a little muscle to it. I wasn't buffed, but I was some what toned.
I had shortts on that where black. Black and short. My ass was hanging out of them. I only wore these while in my home. I slept in these and they where only house shorts. They where comfortable. Specially when I would sit and draw outfits or anything for hours on end.
I tried to fix my hair but gave up. My stomach yelling at me to get something to eat now. Sighing I continued to my kitchen. I didn't feel like cooking so I just went to grab sandwich bread and start on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, grabbed a small bag of chips then walked towards my living room to turn on the TV and just do nothing.
My house isn't big, but it isn't small either. It has 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, kitchen, dinning room that I never use, living room, and a foyer. One if the bedrooms was mine, another being my sewing office. The other two just had a bed in them, that has never been used and will never be used. Guest rooms that will never hold guest. I lived alone and didn't really have any friends. I stuck to myself. Ever since that blasted day.
Flipping through channels on my TV I stopped on the news. There is a big meeting going on in Japan with leaders of the world and the new leader. The King of Demons. That world was introduced to us a few years back. It started out rough, but it got pleasant over time. Aside from the usual hate from groups of people, demons and humans got along.
Until attacks started to happen. Attacks from an unknown force behind it that decimated cities. There where no survivors, expect a handful of humans who had been turned somehow. Those people followed whoever it is with out any questions. They where being controlled. Unlike me.
My city was attacked. I was one of the human victims that they chose to turn into their slave demon. After a few minutes of them shoving some kind of rod through my heart, I lost all of my humanity and was now one of their soldiers. It didn't last long. Somehow, I broke that connection, and when I did I ran and killed as many of those things as I could. I've never been back home since.
The TV was now showing the King and his right hand advisors. The news woman said his name is Yusuke Urameshie. His advisors where demons. Hiei and Kurama. A smile formed in my face after seeing the one named Hiei. He was shorter than the other two. He must be something in order to be an advisor for a powerful person, not just in political power, but strength. Everyone in this blasted world talks about the King. How strong he is, the battles he has won, everything.
Finishing up my food I was about to turn off the TV and head to bed, but the new woman made me stop and just stare at her. What came out of her mouth made me freeze with frustration.
"In six months time, there will be a gala for the King of Demons for a celebration of political unions. The designer that has been chosen is the one and only Luvisa Schneider!"
I dropped the remote and let out of groan. Why, why did they choose me? I don't want my stuff on royalty. I don't even know a damn thing about these people to even make a garment that they will possibly like. Sighing I picked up the remote, turned off my TV and headed towards my bedroom. I'll be getting a call tomorrow about this and having a meet up day set. Oh well, at least some cash comes out of this
I haven't wrote in a few years and i just rewatched Yu Yu Hakusho and im still in love with the series. i hope I do the characters justice in the future! I also hooe you guys like this chapter and the next two ill be uoloading soon.
