AN : Hi guys. This is my first Sailor Moon fanfic—I've always loved the series and I decided to give it a spin. I was hit with inspiration for this story and I was contemplating making it an Inuyasha fic but Sailor Moon won in the end. The characters are so much easier to work with and come on, Serena can beat Kagome in a looks and description hands down. Rated M for future chapters. Hope ya'll enjoy it.
Disclaimer : I do not own Sailor Moon
Love on the Catwalk : Chapter 01
dizziified
Reason to Change #1 : Having only one friend (albeit a handsome one) isn't a good thing
"Why am I doing this again?"
"Because you love me," He replied as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.
"Ah … I see."
Honest to God, sometimes I don't know how I manage to get myself into these kinds of situations. Here I am, standing in nothing but an itty bitty slip of a dress (with a plunging back that would give my dad a heart attack) and Seiya hovering over me, needle and thread in hand.
"Okay, all done," he said and ushered me off with a hand on my bum. "Now hurry up and get on line; we start in a few minutes."
"Watch where you're touching!" I laughed as I swat away his hand and tottered over to the line-up. There, a girl randomly dabbed more glitter on my lids while another equipped me with an assortment of gold bangles, chandelier earrings, and a simple white handbag.
Soon enough, I heard Seiya's signature music of the season come on and the girls in front of me slowly yet surly began to step forward onto the runway. I was the last girl on line and I looked around anxiously as my turn drew near.
'Oh my God; I can't believe I'm doing this!'
Seiya glanced up from the TV set backstage and gave me two thumbs up before urging me on with a quick nod of his head.
Breathe in, breathe out. It's ShowTime.
I wiped all emotion off my face and tried to look as doll-like as possible as I strut down the catwalk. The blinding camera flashes nearly knocked me flat off my feet—how can people stand them?!
Right leg, left leg, turn.
Before I knew it, I was making one last final round in the line-up and Seiya was taking his time waving at the crowd.
"You did it, Usagi!" Seiya shouted backstage, twirling around as he lifted me up; putting me in a very awkward position in that I was wearing practically nothing.
I giggled and slipped out of his grip. "Now you owe me the best dinner I've had in ages, mister."
"Can't you just be quiet for once and take in my compliments?" Seiya asked and tugged at my braid (styled to come out in front of my shoulder).
"Whatever," I smiled. "But this is the last time I'm doing this for you—I don't care if your model gets bitten by a shark, she'd better get out there with the thing still clamped onto her thigh!"
"You know you love me," Seiya teased and gave my braid one last tug. "But honestly, Usagi, you should join a modeling agency; you're gorgeous."
I playfully punched him in the shoulder. "You're just saying that because you're my best bud. I'm too fat and ugly to be a model. Have you seen some of the girls around here? They're walking skeletons!"
I paused and pulled at the dress. "Ugh—I want to get out of these clothes and gunk. I feel like a tramp." With that, I ran over to my messenger bag and pushed past undressing models to the single bathroom in the back.
Seiya had called me up a few hours back garbling about some crisis with a model and a teapot … or was it a toadstool? Well, anyways, he whined and nagged and bribed until I agreed to help him out by filling in her place, seeing as how I oh so conveniently fit her body description: tall, blonde, and a size 3 … you know, all that typical stuff.
The last time I had set foot on the runway was nearly three years back, when I was 20 and he was 21. Ever since then he had nagged at me to do it again but he didn't manage to get me to do it again until today. I just felt sorry for him because this show was some huge, ground-breaking event and he would die if his last piece couldn't be displayed.
Dinner better be good.
I wiped the remnants of the makeup off my face and gave the mirror a shy smile. My hair was up in its customary tight bun, framed pink glasses intact, and crisp, boring street clothes donned.
'Much better.'
I slang my now nearly-empty bag on my shoulders and stepped out of the bathroom to see that most of the models had evacuated to an after-party of one kind or another.
"…You changed." He had shriveled his nose and spoke like I had committed the most heinous crime in the world.
"Well, yeah." Why wouldn't I? "I don't particularly feel like trapezing around the city practically naked."
"Party pooper," he huffed and combed a hand through his hair. "You pull me away from my after party and now you won't even give me some eye candy?"
I fought off an impending blush as I punched his arm. "Shut up and take me to dinner, whydoncha?"
"HA HA!" He has the heartiest laugh that I've ever heard. "Alright, alright."
I smiled.
"But… would you mind… changing? You look so—."
Make that a frown. "I look what?"
"Look at you," he replied and hauled me in front of the mirror-wall. "Uptight bun, no makeup, no jewelry, thick pink glasses, old white collared shirt, gray cardigan, plain black pencil-line skirt, black heels. No name brands anywhere. No color, no nothing. You look like my mom."
I stared at myself before shifting my eyes onto Seiya's reflection. He looked as trendy as ever in a navy and gray pinstriped dress shirt and just about black everything else. Oh God, I did look like his mom.
"Whatever," I scoffed. "Let me be my nerdy self—and hey, what about dinner?? Don't think that you've weaseled yourself out of it."
"Don't worry, babe," he reassured as he swung an arm around my shoulders. "I've got the perfect place in mind."
scene
"This is delicious!" I gushed and took another bite of tuna melt.
We were at a chic new diner called The Crown that had opened up near our apartment building. It was a bit pricey but the food was bangin'.
"So," Seiya started, focusing all his attention on me. "Anything new?"
"Um… I've settled in quite nicely."
I had just moved to Seiya's apartment building (right next door in fact) from 10 blocks down. It had taken me all of last weekend to move all my stuff but everything was pretty much unpacked, save a few miscellaneous things.
"I made a copy of the key for you."
I shuffled around for a bit for the key before sliding it across the table to him. I had put a pink key slip over it so that he wouldn't confuse it with some other key.
"Cute."
"That way you'll know it's mine," I answered and sipped on my chocolate smoothie. "Are you going to eat those?"
He shook his head and pushed the butter roll basket towards me. "I still don't understand how a piggy like you can stay so skinny."
"Oh please—." Pause to chomp. "I'm not that skinny."
"Mhm… you've got a body most girls would kill for—curvy in all the right places and flat where necessary."
I blushed crimson red. "Shut up."
"HA HA! Well then, lets get to the juicy stuff. How's your love life?"
"Nonexistent," I stated proudly. "I don't have time for that kinda stuff."
"Don't have time or can't attract?" Seiya gave me the eyebrows. "Come on, Usa! Let me make you over!"
"Let me guess. I'll get this crazy makeover and by some miracle I'll turn into some Mina Aino look-alike and I'll never be without a job because I'm such high demand and we'll be rolling in dough and fame forever."
"Well," he started. "It's not like that's not my life already but one thing's wrong with your picture."
"What?"
"You'll be a hundred times prettier than Mina Aino and you'll only work for me, your bestest bud in the world."
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes a chucked a piece of butter roll at him; a butter roll war ensued.
"Excuse me," someone interrupted. "Can you please refrain from starting a butter roll catastrophe in the middle of my diner?"
I stopped and turned to see a gorgeous blonde man looming over me.
"We wouldn't want any hurt civilians now, would we?" He smirked.
"Ah—ah—sorry." I sputtered and got all frantic. You see, I'm not good with strangers, good-looking people, or embarrassing situations. Put them all together and it's K.O. for me.
"Aren't you Andrew Bradshaw?" Seiya asked.
He flashed a looked of … fear?—or was it dread?—for a split second.
"I'm Seiya Kou, the designer," Seiya answered to the alarmed look on Andrew's face with an extended arm.
Shaking it, Andrew replied, "Thank God, I thought you were gonna cause a ruckus for a second there. Seiya Kou—didn't you have a show tonight? I was modeling for Aino Menswear in the other building so I couldn't go. And what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Seiya flashed him "the smile". The same smile that sent shivers down the spines of men and women alike. "Did you say something about this being your diner?"
"It is," he answered. "It's a family business; there are Crownsall over America and modeling is just something I do to the side. Why aren't you at some after party? I'd heard that your show was a success, especially that one last dress with the open back."
Seiya cocked his head towards me. "I'm treating this piggy here out."
I was too flustered to even retort back. Andrew chuckled; it was a cute boyish chuckle, unlike Seiya's barking laughter.
"Well, Miss Piggy, are you enjoying your food?"
"Um… yes, i-it's quite delicious." I managed to stammer. Yes, it's quite delicious?! Why did I open my stupid mouth?? Andrew must think I'm a dorky party-pooping loser.
"Well, I've got some business to take care of," Andrew stated and stepped back. "This meal is on the house. Enjoy the rest of your meal, Mr. Kou and Miss Piggy."
He winked and sent me into another wave of red. Oh how I hate my fair skin.
"It's Seiya," Seiya replied and stared after Andrew's figure.
It was a while before I realized that I had been labeled as Miss Piggy instead of my proper name, Serenity Tsukino (Serena for short).
"Well isn't he quite handsome," Seiya muttered and looked at me with laughing eyes. I knew my quite delicious comment would come back to bite me in the ass.
"Shut up,' I glowered and glared. "And hey! I saw you giving him "the smile"! You so like him."
"Oh, please, Usa." Seiya leaned back. "He's just eye candy."
Did I mention that Seiya's bi? Well, he is. It's a long story but all in all, I categorize him in the bi section because he had had quite a few girlfriends before and after he "came out of the closet" he maintained his current girlfriend—me, which is another story altogether. Oh, and he likes looking at pretty girls too.
Seiya had been my first and my last boyfriend. It was the end of senior year when we got together (he was 18 and I was 17). I still don't understand how someone like him—the ever so popular king of high school—fell in love with someone like me—the dinky little shadow who could count all her friends in one hand.
I'd say our story was pretty sweet for the most part. We were childhood friends and complete opposites. Seiya shocked the whole student body by taking me to prom and announcing our relationship to the world. We went to the same college and he confessed that he had gay tendencies around our one year anniversary (he was 19 I was 18), but that he was confused because he was so deeply in love with me.
Of course it came as a deep shock to me—I had turned mute for a whole week! But we maintained our relationship and I had been the one to break up with him in another years time (he was 20 and I 19), because I felt that he was detaching himself from me lately and I didn't want things to turn ugly (there had been a certain man hanging around Seiya lately and I wasn't blind to the tension between the two).
Seiya had apologized profusely and I had cried for days, but hey—we were childhood friends and we weren't gonna let the whole catastrophe mess up our relationship. No one really took interest to me after Seiya and it was for the best because after I got the job as the slave-like secretary at Mode Magazine, I barely even have enough time for myself.
"Sure." I rolled my eyes.
"Why, do you like him??" Seiya questioned.
"No way," I answered. "It's way too blinding to be near him."
"You and your handsome complex," Seiya sighed. "We need to fix that."
"I do not have a handsome complex!" Okay, okay, maybe I do; but you don't just go around confessing those kinds of things, ya know?
"Oh yeah," he scoffed. "Don't forget about your stranger phobia. And you can't possibly have a handsome complex because you should be melting all over yourself for me."
Egotistical prat. "You're so conceited," I laughed and threw a last piece of butter roll at him. "Let's go home, I've got work tomorrow."
That night, I dreamt of a butter roll fashion show; Seiya and Andrew were there too.
end Love on the Catwalk : Chapter 01
AN : Well, that's it for Chapter 01. There will be several characters popping up later on so don't automatically assume the pairing!! Review and tell me how you liked it.
