A/N: Hey everyone! This is another one of my stories I wrote about two years ago. I went ahead an edited this chapter, but I haven't reached the next chapter, so be warned! I may or may not add a third, so we'll see, loll. I hope you all enjoy! I'm particularly proud of this little thing, so let me know what you think! Xoxo
A large, pale hand came up from where it had been laying to run through black silky locks. It wasn't the first time he had been asked to attend his father's fashion show and it wasn't the first time he had gone. However, it was the first time Sasuke Uchiha was going to meet the models.
Yeah he was a guy who was single... and at the ripe age of twenty-three... and drop dead gorgeous... but that didn't mean he wanted to meet the angels. The heir didn't even have the desire to meet a woman. Of course he had his encounter of one night stands and a few dates here and there, but did he really have the desire to meet the models? Not really. Honestly, if he had a say in it, Sasuke would have been fine with just taking over the business but his father insisted he get to know the girls. He said something along the lines of it makes them feel appreciated or something? Sasuke didn't know.
Fugaku Uchiha, his father, had bought out Victoria's Secret many years ago before the company had become as popular as it was at the moment, and long before Sasuke even knew what a bra was. It could be said that his family had made the company what it was, and it could also be said that Fugaku was a pervert. Most people saw Fugaku's motivation to buy out Victoria's Secret as a way to bring in money. The company was very successful and world renowned, but Fugaku had a strange bond with the models, causing people to question his true motive.
As Sasuke grew older, he remembered the way his older brother's friends would tease him for his dad being an old man who bought out the biggest underwear company in the world. Now, almost twenty years later, people forgot about how the Uchiha's came to own Victoria's Secret, all they could focus on was the fact that they put on the biggest fashion shows of the year, another well-known fact about the company.
The year before, they had Taylor Swift, Fall Out Boy, A Great Big World and another band Sasuke had never heard of, as a mode of entertainment for the show. Thank god his father didn't book Justin Bieber again last year, or this year. The two had heard of a little stunt with him eyeballing the models before the show and the lead singer from Maroon 5 had to keep him in check. Not to mention the way he would stare at their asses as they walked down the runway. Needless to say, Fugaku wasn't going to allow that punk backstage again in case he actually decided to try something with one of the girls.
Sometimes, Sasuke wondered if it was more of a concert and less like a fashion show despite the fact that there were models walking down a cat walk in nothing but lingerie. There was lighting and props and many other things that made people forget the sexual appeal of the models and maybe that was done on purpose. Anyone, except for the truly insane could admire and respect the art and the hard work that came with every years show.
Speaking of girls... Sasuke let out a sigh from his nose as he fixed his tie in the full length mirror. This was his fourth year attending the show and he had to admit, each one was better than the last. But he never got a rise out of watching the girls, he never really looked at any of them. So this year, for the first time, his dad thought it would be appropriate to meet the Angels.
Why? Well, when his older brother decided he would rather teach at a university than to run Victoria's Secret, the family fortune and the company was passed down to Sasuke. Now that he was older, and his father was retiring this year, it was up to Sasuke to meet the models and, unfortunately, get to know them.
He had no desire to though... all they would do is fall over him, admiring his good looks, something he was consistently reminded of, and money. Although, didn't the models make enough money for themselves? And weren't some of them married? Okay so maybe it wouldn't be so bad... but still.
Sasuke shook his head, looking at himself in the mirror one more time. No, the tie didn't go with his look. Taking it off, he unbuttoned a few of his buttons from the top of his black shirt, leaving part of his chest exposed. He had to admit, he could pull off the whole, tall dark and handsome look easily.
His suit was entirely black, from his sports coat to his slacks, but even in his formal attire one could easily tell he visited the gym at least four days a week. For the future owner of Victoria's Secret, he looked damn fine. No wonder women fell all over him.
"Sasuke! Let's get going!" The call from downstairs woke him from his arrogance and he glanced down at the watch on his wrist. With quick grace, Sasuke grabbed his ray bans off of the dresser and walked out of his room towards the front door where his father was waiting.
With a nod to each other, and a kiss to his mom, they both walked out towards the dark limo that waited for them. Getting there was the easy part, as was watching the show. His first year, he had been nervous as hell with the paparazzi flashing their lights at every move the two made. When he first started, Sasuke hated the fact that so many people were watching him. For most of his youth he had been a recluse but the more he attended his father's fashion shows, the more he was accustomed to just ignoring the pests. This year was no different except for the realization that there would be even more cameras due to the company's ever growing population.
With ease, the two men stepped out of the limo, allowing a few pictures for the paparazzi on their red carpet before heading inside the massive building. Part of the perks of being the owner, Sasuke and his father were seated directly at the end of the runway and a few rows up, giving the optimal view of the show. Already, the crowd was packed, more so than the year before although there were still maybe three hundred people in attendance. Victoria's Secret Fashion Show was an invitation only affair and only those who needed to be there, except for a few celebrities and close friends of his fathers, were allowed to attend, making the show even more a spectacle. With a quick glance around the large space, Sasuke noticed a few TV cameras, one at the end of the runway in order for the models to make eye contact with whoever was watching on the other end. The thought of some poor fellow catching a wink or a blow of a kiss from a model made Sasuke smirk. Okay, so even he knew they were gorgeous, he still had no desire to meet any of them.
With a few more glances to inspect the stage, he noticed that the runway was completely covered in a black glitter, somewhat like it had been a few years ago when it was silver. However, there were no props. No backdrops, nothing lining the catwalk, just the runway.
Well that was interesting.
Sasuke crossed his arms and got comfortable for the two hour long show. His father, who sat to his left, talked among the people around them, laughing and discussing their families. Casual conversation, he noted, nothing about business. "Are you ready to take over your fathers place, Sasuke?" Hearing his name, said man turned his head to look at the person addressing him.
He gave a slight smirk and nodded his head. "I believe I am. Whether or not my father agrees is a different story, right?" The men laughed but quieted down as the lights dimmed, signaling that the show was starting.
For a while it was the typical VS fashion show. First, Lorde came out to start the first segment in the show.
Wait till you're announced... we've not yet lost all our graces...
The lyrics of the song fit pretty well with the opening to the show. The lights, which were dim at first, ever so slowly brightened in a spot light at the center of the runway and once the beat began, the first girl walked out to start the "Hollywood Star" segment. Each girl was styled to look like a different Hollywood icon.
The first girl that came out looking somewhat like Marilyn Monroe in 7 Year Itch. Tch, how typical. Of course the designers would put the sex symbol in an underwear show... As time went on, Sasuke grew more and more bored of the show, only wanting to leave and reunite with his oh so comfortable bed.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, the final theme came up and to be honest, the girls didn't look half bad. It was the angel bras with the massive wings that made Victoria's Secret so iconic. If anyone were to see the large, feathery wings they would instantly be able to tell just where the underwear came from. Something his father had come up with just as he took over the company. But just as he thought it was all ending, ready to bolt out of there as fast as possible, something caught his eye.
For the first time in his life, Sasuke was left dumbfounded when his dark, obsidian eyes fell onto this particular model. First of all, she had pink hair. Bubblegum pink hair. Who wouldn't notice that? Secondly, she had the most beautiful body he had ever seen on a woman in his entire twenty-three years.
Of course she was a model so obviously she had to have a good body. But her legs, god her legs looked as though they stretched on for miles! Her curves were absolutely perfect along with her flat stomach that didn't look forced like the other models. She didn't have any hard edges like the others, making it noticeable how much they work out. This woman looked soft, and yet strong all at once. Was that even possible?
Her arms were slimmed yet toned just perfectly and her face... for the first time, it was honestly her eyes that caught his attention and not her other... rmm... assets. Of course, those were perfect too, not too big yet not too small and perfectly perky. Her eyes, however, were the purest shade of jade green that he had ever seen in his life and he couldn't help but wonder if she was wearing contacts.
What she was wearing also caught him off guard. Her white wings were spread out from her shoulders, looking almost like the real thing. Maybe she was an actual angel and this was a figment of his imagination? Her arms, which were situated to rest on her hips like all other models, were covered passed the elbow in what looked like mint blue satin gloves that matched the underwear set.
Her bra was one of their signature angel bras that was mint with a dark shade of lace layered on top and accented with tiny jewels along the rim of the cup. Her hipster type underwear matched the bra but she had a skirt wrapped around at her lower waist. It was left open at the front in order to see the underwear, and flowed in an A-line to the back and dragged along in a train. It was ombre, fading from a light blue to dark as it dragged behind her. Could she look any more perfect?
The white strappy heals on her feet only made those luscious legs look so much longer... As she walked down the runway, she stopped for her pose at the end and seemed to have caught Sasuke's eye instead of looking at the camera as the others had. Jade clashed with onyx for what seemed like hours, the only thing that took him out of his trance was the wink and kiss she blew at him before turning around.
Sasuke blinked then cleared his throat to look at his father as the show ended. "Well? What do you think about this year," his father asked, standing up with his coat draped over his arm.
Sasuke shrugged, taking his own coat off and rolling his sleeves up before throwing said coat over his shoulder. "Who was the girl with the pink hair?" It seemed somewhat risky to be asking his father that question around his other colleagues, but they had already moved on.
Fugaku thought about the question for a moment, going through each model in his head. "I believe her name is Sakura Haruno. This was her first year on the runway with us." Well that would explain why he had never seen her before. Maybe meeting the models wouldn't be so bad after all.
The two men waited for the place to clear out before heading backstage for the moment Sasuke had (not) been waiting for. Each girl was in front of a mirror, taking their makeup off and changing into more comfortable clothing.
He couldn't help but notice how incredibly... unattractive each girl was when they weren't wearing a tone of makeup on their face. It was as if they were taking off their masks. He couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine as he thought about what Sakura would look like without her make up.
"Sak! Can I barrow your cotton pads?" At the sound of the girl's name, Sasuke turned around to be met with the pink haired woman dressed in a small black robbed with pink lining. On the back was her name written in beautiful script reading "Sakura".
Sasuke stood obediently next to his dad as he watched the hectic scene in front of him, or rather the serenity of the woman he was watching. Had she already taken her makeup off, or was she still wearing it, because she looked just as beautiful as when she was on stage. Though, it wouldn't surprise him if she were a natural beauty.
Fugaku cleared his throat next to Sasuke, bringing the attention of everyone in the room to the two of them. "Ladies, I know you would like to leave but there is someone here I would like you to meet. As you all know, I shall be retiring this year..." there was a reaction from the audience at the announcement as if these people loved his father.
But of course they did, he was the best CEO Sasuke had ever known. He took care of his employees unlike other owners... "My son, Sasuke here, will be taking over for me." A small applause erupted from the crowed as some of the girls began giggling about how cute he was. At that, he suppressed an eye roll, knowing it would only upset his father.
As his dark eyes scanned the Angels, obsidian clashed with emerald once more, causing the breath in Sasuke lungs to stop all together. Oh yes, meeting the girls would be much more interesting than he thought it would be.