Dangerous Love

Chapter one

Torturous Work

Art littered the walls as the sun basked upon them; revealing the hidden beauty of each piece. The artist of these masterpieces lied in bed still fast asleep. Midnight sheets cloaked the body from view. Only a small amount of blonde hair poked out from the sheets. The being in the bed rested peacefully, but that was going to change in only moments.

A tall, dark haired woman entered the room as the clock stroke seven. A business suit clothed her fit body and as she walked towards the bed where her daughter slept her high hell shoes clicked with every step. The teen in the bed stirred slightly and pulled the sheets over her head fully.

"Izumi, it's time to get up. You have to get to work in half an hour," the older woman stated.

Yodowichi, president of Urahara designs, would not allow her daughter to be late on the job even if she hated that job with every fiber of her being.

"Why do I have to work at your stupid firm anyway?" the female teen piped from under the sheets.

"So you get to feel of working in an office," Yodowichi answered.

'I hate fashion design! Why can't you ever understand that,' though she never could tell her mother that to get her to understand it she still thought it.

Slowly she pushed the sheets away from her face and glared at her mother before getting up to change into the shitty outfit her mother picked out for her.

Slowly she slipped a white button up shirt and a black business jacket on and a black shirt to match that ruffled at the bottom only slightly. Black high heels slipped over her black painted toenails and made her only two inches taller though that didn't do much good for the petite girl. It was rather funny how short she actually was when her mother and father were rather tall.

Izumi sighed. It was going to be along day she could already tell that. She slipped her beloved sketch book into her briefcase- that her father specially bought her- and decided to slip a portable kit of pastels.

'I wonder when she's going to finally realize that I hate the whole fashion designing business and let me be me for once. That'll never happen in a million years! We all know how stubborn she can be and let's face it she's controlling and won't let me do anything else, but what she wants me to.' Another sigh passed through her ruby lips.

Izumi walked over to her vanity before picking up a brush and running it through her strange blonde hair. It was short in the back and layered long in the front, her bangs side-swiped over her left eye hiding the strange eye; mostly green, but still had blue in it. Blue clung to the pupil and green reached out to the outside. It was very strange, but then again she was a very strange girl.

Izumi had a very pale completion unlike the rest of her family. It always annoyed her how different she was from her father and mother in her appearance, well in some things at least. She still had the same blonde hair from her father and her noise was much like Yodowichi's was. She was petite and her parents weren't, it frustrated her to no end.

Lightly she applied a grey shade of eye shadow and then lined her eye with black, a lot lighter than she normally would apply. She then applied some mascara before saying it was the best she would get for the day.

She snatched up her bag before exiting her art room and left to go eat breakfast that was sure to be already. She walked down the hall dodging all the bustling servants, she managed to get down the stairs without tripping with the ridiculous heels she was forced to wear. She slipped into a seat next to her father Kisuke, president of Urahara trading.

"Good morning, Izumi," Kisuke greeted his daughter as he continued to read the morning paper.

"Morning," Izumi replied half heartedly.

"School starts next week correct?" Kisuke asked.

"Yeah, so?" Izumi asked as she grabbed an apple from a fruit basket.

"Your mother sent in an application to the school that she and I went to. They are well known for their advance studies for high school and we both feel it would do you best if you went there," Kisuke explained still not lifting his head from the paper.

"Whatever."

The family continued to eat in silence before Yodowichi decided it would be best to leave as soon as they could. She walked out dragging Izumi along with her.

'Why do I have to be tortured with this?!?' Izumi screamed in her head, 'why does she make me come here when she knows perfectly well I am not going to become a fashion designer and I'm not going to become her partner in her fucking business.'

Izumi sat at the desk in her assigned office looking over hundreds of horrible designs. Her head hit the desk with a thump and the headache she already had intensified. Izumi groaned in her mind this day could not get any worse.

"Izumi, I want you to be the one to present these designs to the board and I want your honest opinion," Yodowichi stated as she entered the office that her frustrated daughter occupied.

Another whack was heard as Izumi's head once again hit the desk.

"I'm so happy to see how enthused you are about this!" Yodowichi never did look at her daughter to see what her real reaction one; she just kept the one she had imagined playing in her head.

"Hello everyone this is my daughter as you all know. I've decided it would be best if she stepped in this meeting and gave her opinions on the new designs which you all have a copy of sitting in front of you," Yodowichi states from her seat at the head of the long, white table.

Every member of the table turned their attention towards Izumi, who stood a few feet away from Yodowichi.

"Well, to put it simply…their stupid, hideous, no one would want to buy them. I don't know anyone that would even be caught dead in any of these. What happened to all the ideas that once came from this room? You use to make brand new fashions, but now look at this." Izumi pointed at one of the sketches. "You're trying to revise old ones that look even stupider then the first ones."

Everyone in the room looked shocked.

"You did say you wanted my honest opinion and I gave it to you." Izumi crossed her arms.

"Well then we have a lot of work ahead of us. I request new sketches of a totally new style. You are dismissed."

The meeting members scurried away to complete the task given and Izumi returned to her cell, as she so puts it, to sit in a little peace and hopefully finish her recent drawing.