Hi, so, I come again :p Seems I can't stop write about this pairing XD Requested by AceLey98, hope you'll like the story AceLey, also all of you readers :)

I don't own Mendol and its characters. All mistakes are mine.

(PS: I'm really glad someone write another story for this pairing, kamonwan9952 ;) because seriously I feel bad for filling the page with my stories :D )


Portrait of You

Chapter 1

…(Announcement chime sound) 'Delta air lines flight number 579 from Honolulu now arriving at gate 25…Delta air lines flight number 579 from Honolulu now arriving at gate 25' (Announcement chime sound)…

"Let's see your schedule. We're, uh, heading to Kamonohashi Publisher, meeting with Kamonohashi's shachou, and uh, going to hotel. That's for today, and for tomorrow…"

She raised her hand up. "I don't need tomorrow schedule now."

"Okay." He closed the folder and put it back inside his bag. His model always has bad mood after flight.

She walked outside crowded airport building heading toward black limousine waiting for her. She got in the car and took off her sunglasses. After her manager and private makeup artist also got in it then started to move. She handed her sunglasses to her makeup artist before leaning back and shut her eyes close.

"Don't wake me unless we've arrived."

She was too tired after twelve hours of flight that she has no interest to see the city she has not seen for fourteen years. This was the first time she visits after leaving the country years ago. But perhaps now it was not her home anymore. She will have interview and some works for couple of weeks in Japan. She wants nothing but finish her job and go back to Paris. She took a small breath before let sleepiness envelops her.

She was awakened from her short sleep when the car stopped suddenly. "What the hell was happening?" Small window that separates the driver room slid open and her manager apologized.

"I'm sorry, there was a bike…"

Sighing she put her hand up to stop him and leaned back against the seat rubbing her brows. Her manager cleared his throat before sliding the window close. She dropped her gaze and saw a small red stain on her white pants knee. She lifted her gaze at her makeup artist who suddenly looks like a cat being caught stole a fish. "What are you doing?" His eyes went wide and quickly put the half-drank stemware on table and grabbed tissue wiping the liquid off, or he tried but pointless for it was absorbed by the garment already.

"Ça suffit!" She let out a groan and shut her eyes close. She just arrived and got frustrated already. She hopes this was the last time. Little she knows that it was just a beginning of her exasperating days.


He turned his gaze from monitor in front of him when blue Suzuki Bandit passed the gate. His lips curled up seeing the woman taking off her helmet walking toward him. "She looks gorgeous, as always."

"Of course she does."

"You polish her every day huh?" He chuckled as she lifted an eyebrow and rolled her eyes.

"Shut up."

"You better hurry up, Shachou was looking for you." He shouted and turned his gaze back to monitor.

Nami let out a groan pressing the up button and stepped inside elevator. Marilyn, Shachou's secretary, has called her like five times from this morning only to make sure she won't be late for the meeting. Even Hinata, her best friend who is also a writer in Kamonohashi Publisher, sent her a bunch of messages. She wonders what kind of meeting that everyone seems afraid she would get late. As the elevator bell rang she leaned off and stepped outside. A storm like voice from her right makes her turn around. She recognized the timid lobby girl. She bowed apologizing to a fashionably dressed tall woman.

"Watch your way idiot!"

"I'm sorry Miss, I didn't see you came. I'm really sorry."

"You meant I'm too small that you can't see me?"

"I'm so sorry."

"You think an apology is enough? You ruined my clothes."

"I'm really sorry."

"I think it's enough. Let's go."

Ray turned to her manager, Sarukawa, disbelieved with what she had just heard at moment. "Just let her go? She ruined my clothes!"

Nami rolled her eyes and walked toward the quarreling group.

"I will clean your jacket."

"Don't touch me. Get outta my way." Ray pushed the girl's hand aside passing her.

When the taller woman pushed the lobby girl's shoulder forcefully that she stumbled and fell, Nami stepped quickly and grabbed the taller woman's wrist pulling her around. "She's apologized already. What's wrong with you?"

Ray was surprised when someone grabbed her hand. She turned her gaze and saw a short woman with short cut blonde hair. "Who the hell are you? Get your hand off me."

Nami glared back tightening her grip. "Not until you apologize to her." The taller woman looked at her as if she said the stupidest thing.

"Me? Apologize to her? Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not."

She inhaled sharply before replying to this stupid blonde woman. "SHE bumped into me, spilling HER drink on MY clothes. Now get your hand off me."

Nami rolled her eyes before demanding. "Apologize to her." She gave a nod toward the lobby girl.

"Nami, I'm fine. It's alright, it's my fault."

Nami shook her head still keeping her gaze at the slightly jaws-dropped woman in front of her. "No, she has to apologize."

Ray clenched her fist. How dare this rude woman touch her like this? "Let me go, you idiot."

Nami for her part just smiled a little at the almost explode woman, tightening her grip when she tried to pull it off. She heard the two men beside them starting to mumble something waving their hands. "No." The taller woman greeted her teeth and then raised her other hand. Nami caught the hand before it could touch her face. "A slap, really?" She mocked and saw the other woman took a sharp breath. She released her hand but kept the other one.

"Get your hand off or…"

"Or what?" Nami challenged.

"Or…" Ray lowered her tone lifting an eyebrow. "…this."

"Goddamnit!" She released the hand immediately as the other woman stomped on her foot. "What are you doing!?" She hopped and leaned against the nearest wall. She clenched her fists and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"Nami are you alright?"

Nami dropped her gaze and saw the killer high heels on the other woman's feet. "Are you insane!? You could have cut my flesh with that heel!"

"I told you." Ray sent her innocent smirk before turning around, walking up the corridor.

"Hey, come back here! Aw, damnit!" She tried to grab the taller woman's hand but cursed when she put her sore foot on the floor. The two men offered an apologetic look before walking on, following the arrogant woman.

"Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not. Oh my god…" She shot a curse. "I hate woman!"


Nami pushed the door open and hissed as she tried to walk inside. "Damn woman, next time if I see her again I'm…"

"Nami! Where have you…been," Hinata stopped her yelling when she saw Nami drew her left leg. "What's wrong with your leg?"

Nami stopped her mumbling and looked up. Her two best friends stood up from their chair approaching her.

"Why are you limping?" Asahi asked in worried.

She put her camera bag on her desk. "I met a wicked witch and she cursed my leg." She turned around when they burst into laugh.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Seriously?"

Nami leaned against her desk and pulled her boot off. She let out a small cry taking her sock off. She was surprised herself to see red spot on her foot.

"Aw, that looks painful." Asahi touched the spot but pulled her hand off when Nami hissed in pain. "Sorry."

"I think you need ice." Hinata eyed the painful-looked foot but then remembered the main problem. "No, you need that ice later. Now, you better go before Shachou will explode and trust me you'll need more than ice."

Nami groaned before replying. "Do I need to attend the meeting?" Carefully she put her sock and boot on. Hinata was right, she needs ice for her sore foot.

"You know Shachou, you better go now. They have been inside already." Hinata pushed the reluctant woman toward Shachou's room.

"By the way, who's the guest?" She startled when Hinata let out a small scream. "Don't scream in my ear." She turned her gaze as Asahi suddenly stood beside her.

"You won't believe it. She's a charismatic model!"

"From Paris! You hear that? From Paris!"

Nami put hands up to cover her ears as they started to squeal. She was about to stop them when the door pulled open and Marilyn came out. Lucky for her. Or not.

"Where have you been!? You're late! Oh my goodness Nami, I told you not to be late today." Marilyn grabbed their only one photographer's arm and turned to the squealing writer and model. "Ladies you better keep silent."

Hinata and Asahi made a zip up sign over their mouths.

"Sorry, I have an accident." Nami explained her late.

"You're in a big trouble." She added when Nami groaned. "But not now, after the meeting. Now let's go inside."

"Wait, don't pull me, my foot." She hissed in pain.

"What happened to your foot?"

Nami was about to answer the question but Marilyn added while dragging her toward Shachou's room. Didn't she just tell her to not pull her?

"Later. We have important task right now."

"Good luck Nami."

Nami looked at her grinning friends over her shoulder before turning around, reluctantly walking inside the room.


Ray took the schedule from her manager and scanned the paper. She will have interview tomorrow and after that photo session. She read the layout before laying the file on the desk. She lifted her gaze when Kamonohashi's Shachou asked her.

"So, how do you feel? I heard you've been living overseas for years."

Ray cleared her throat and answered the question. "Well, it's been a while." She said briefly. Honestly she hates this kind of conversation. She was glad when the door pushed open and the Shachou turned her gaze.

"Let me introduce our best photographer."

Ray rolled her eyes slightly when Sarukawa wriggled his brows smiling at her. She turned her gaze toward the door indifferently. However her eyes widened as she saw the short blonde woman.

"I said don't pull me." Nami hissed both in pain and annoyed. "Aw!" Marilyn slapped her forearm and dragged her inside. 'Seriously did she hear what I said?', she thought. She glanced toward Shachou and the guest. She stopped abruptly as she saw the wicked woman.

"You? What the hell are you doing here? You wicked…" A pinch on her forearm stopped her. She shot a quick glare toward Marilyn. The older woman glared back at her.

"What is this short blondie doing here?" Ray inquired and rose to her feet.

"Hey, I'm not…aw!" Marilyn pinched her harder this time. "What!?" She turned around when she heard Shachou's voice.

"I am sorry for her rudeness."

"That's your best photographer?" Ray asked the Shachou.

"She. S, H, E." Nami corrected. But the taller woman didn't even glance at her.

Ray turned to her manager. "Tu te fous de ma gueule? Forget about the job, I'm not doing this with…that." She pointed her finger toward the blondie.

Nami knitted her brows, didn't understand the language. "Firstly, it's HER. Secondly, it's same here." Nami retorted and stepped forward, drawing her leg, approaching the arrogant witch, or model, or whatever she is. "I prefer take a hippo pic, it is cuter than you."

"What did you just say?" Finally she turned to the infuriating blondie.

"Nami," Marilyn poked the blonde woman on her shoulder after she glanced toward Shachou. Nami's life is in danger.

Nami ignored the older woman and took a step closer. "I just said, a..hippo..is..cuter..than..you, wicked woman." She emphasized each word and smirked as she saw the taller woman clenched her jaws, ready to explode.

Ray clenched her fists glaring at the short blonde woman in front of her. She thought to give the woman her most harsh speech but surprised when she suddenly let out a cry rubbing her head. The Shachou woman quickly came up and bowed toward her.

"I am sooo sorry. Please forgive her." She tilted her head slightly gave a nod toward Marilyn.

"Please forgive her. She has accident and had hit her head. Just ignore her." Marilyn bowed.

"What?" Nami looked at the women on her sides. "I'm not…" She couldn't finish her sentence for suddenly something hard hit her head and soon she was enveloped by darkness. She heard Shachou's voice before passed out.

Ray watched as the blondie slumped down on the floor. She then turned to her manager behind her. "Am I supposed to laugh at that?"


Nami opened her eyes, blinking twice, staring at the ceiling. "Am I dead?" She quickly sat up when she heard Shachou's voice.

"Not yet," She leaned down and said to her photographer in low voice. "But you will if, you try to make Ray angry again."

Nami knitted her brows. "Ray? Who's Ray?"

"Seems you've lost your memory."

Her eyes bulged out as Shachou clenched her gloved fists. "Nonono…the model, yeah, I remember her." She blew a relieved sigh Shachou finally unclenched her fists. However, her eyes widened when she heard Shachou's order.

"You'll be in charge for her photo session tomorrow."

"What?"

"You have any problem?"

She shook her head as Shachou clenched her fist and said meekly. "No."

"Good. This is the schedule,"

She caught the file and looked inside.

"Don't be late, and, don't make her angry. Understood?"

She looked up at Shachou and gave quick nods.

"That's my girl. Now out, you're disturbing my work."

She quickly pushed her body up leaving Shachou's room. Asahi and Hinata were waiting at her desk. As soon as they saw her they ran toward her throwing questions.

"Nami, are you alright?" Asahi demanded.

"You still have your body complete, don't you?" Hinata checked her friend's body.

"I'm fine." She threw the file on her desk before plopping down on her chair. Her foot was still in pain. What a dreadful day.

"We thought you won't ever come out from Shachou's room." Asahi patted the younger woman's shoulder in relieved.

"Anyway, you'll do the photo session tomorrow." Hinata beamed. "Lucky you. She's hot."

"And sexy." Asahi added.

Nami let out a despair growl. "Don't remind me please." She really didn't need to think about tomorrow. She only met the woman for a day and has had a disaster day already.

'I hate woman!'


That's the opening. Hope you like it. Thank you for reading :)