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Chapter One

"I'm so fat."

Kagura rolled her eyes at the superficial woman standing on the stool. She just wanted to stab her with the needles pinned between her teeth.

"You're not fat." Kagura expertly mumbled. She straightened the woman's arm back out. She seriously couldn't keep still.

"Then why doesn't the dress fit?" she bent her arm again as she looked down at Kagura.

"The skirt bunched more than it should have for you hips. That's my fault. I shouldn't have sewn it so tightly." Kagura said, guiding the needle through the fabric/

"I should be able to fit into anything." the woman protested.

"You do, as long as it isn't a size one or up." Kagura replied as she finished the billowing skirt.

An attendant with a headset came and tapped on the woman's shoulder.

"You're up, Amanda."

She waved him off with her hand. "I'm ready, I'll be there."

Kagura handed her a satin purse as Amanda stepped off the stool and walked away on her five inch heels.

"Break a leg." Kagura said optimistically. She held the smile as the model disappeared behind the curtain and onto the runway. Upbeat music faded in and out as the heavy curtain fell back into place.

Her smile instantly fell. "Not like it would take much to break those scrawny chicken legs anyway." she muttered.

She glanced at her watch and sighed. "Eleven more models, Twenty three fore to-die-for dresses that look deformed on sickly bodies."

"Okay, Poe. Enough with the depraved poetry. There's a walking stick waiting to be dressed." The hair dresser, Ayame, said. The two women laughed at the joke.

"I thought it was a gay man! Do they make negative sizes in bras theses days?" Kagura chuckled while already adjusting the corset on the next dress.

The model didn't even notice they were making fun of her. She just looked around aimlessly until she spotted a hot guy- which she then pulled on a "sexy" face. It just turned out to be the blank face she used on the ramp.

"No." Ayame replied, twisting blonde hair around a hot curling iron. "They just pop the cups inside out."

The women laughed again but quickly hushed as the tall man that the model was posing for walked by.

Kagura snorted. "He thinks he's all that." she said.

Ayame gave her a wary glance. "That's Sesshoumaru Taisho...he is all that."

"I know who he is." Kagura said scornfully. "I just think he's a rich brat who just happened upon the fashion industry. Unlike the rest of us, who had to work hard to get here."

"He didn't happen upon the fashion industry. His mom designs Master which is up there with, like, Chanel and Coach and Dolce & Gabbana..."

Kagura ignored her as she rattled off more designer names. She knew who Sesshoumaru's mom was. Everybody did. But hadn't Sesshoumaru lived with his father ever since his parents divorced?

"Who is this?"

Everyone turned to the male voice that had just boomed the question.

"The model, sir?" An attendant asked, quivering and holding her clipboard close to her chest.

"You call her a model? She looks like an elephant."

Kagura's eyes widened as she realized it was Amanda's arm Sesshoumaru had a hold of. She quickly made her way through the gathering crowd to get to her model.

"Who is the designer that hired you?" he demanded.

Amanda's face was screwed up from the insult and she jerked away in defiance.

"I'm not telling you! Not after.."

"I am." Kagura said, breaking through the crowd.

Sesshoumaru's cold, steely eyes averted towards her and everyone grew silent as he looked her up and down

"You are the designer of this dress?" he asked, lifting the skirt away from Amanda's legs.

"Yes. I believe that is what I just said." she huffed.

"And how far did you have to let it out to get it to fit on this beast."

Amanda's jaw dropped as she ran to stand by Kagura, who seemed to be keeping her composure.

"I didn't...just a few adjustments of the drawn skirt. Everyone makes adjustments for hip and shoulder width and things like that." she said cooly.

More girls came off the catwalk and stopped as they removed the dresses to get ready for the next one. The crowd outside murmured when the ramp was empty, knowing the show wasn't over.

"I insist you get a new model and dismiss this one immediately." he demanded.

Kagura paused, listening to the music outside but no heels on the glass.

"Girls, circle around! Start with Cameron." she yelled, scurrying everyone to the next outfit.

Amanda looked at her in surprise. "You're firing me?" she asked in a quiet voice. Her haughty nature from before was gone and in it's place stood an innocent, scared girl.

Kagura turned her head. "No. You're going to wear the last dress. You're not ready to start the next round." And with that she turned towards the vanities with Amanda in tow.

Sesshoumaru caught her elbow before he lost her in the crowd. "You aren't taking my advice? You'll regret that." he said icily.

Kagura growled and stepped closer, inched from him. "The fact is, Sesshoumaru, there is still a fashion show going on here and if I fire her now, that leaves me with an extra dress to model; and I'm sure you don't want to wear it, do you?" she asked crossing her arms.

Sesshoumaru backed off. "Carry on." he said before walking away to criticize another an attendant.

"That's what I thought." Kagura sai before taking a grateful Amanda's arm and handing her the final dress.

Alright. So kind of another short chapter. And not very interesting for that matter. You'll have to forgive me...I took that ACT today and my mind is a total blank. I promise, though, there will be more out soon.

Sincerely, straightjacket