I don't own Bleach.
This is to cheer up my friends. Don't worry, school is already two days short.
Scandalous
She opened her baby blue eyes when the first rays of the sun finally hit the windows of her 12th floor apartment. Yawning lazily, she rolled off the bed, got herself caught in the silk red sheets and yet managed to step off the bed light like a ballerina. Walking all the way to open the doors to the terrace, she fumbled with her hair, making it drape all around her face like an Amazon's helmet and when she stepped out to breathe in the fresh morning air, it caught fire from the crimson aurora.
Even in her early mornings, Matsumoto Rangiku looked like a queen.
She yawned again, lazily, as she made her way to the kitchen, tripped over her black dress and boots, the clothes from last night's clubbing that she had left piled on the ground, and made herself a fresh cup of coffee.
She turned on the telephone secretary, listened to Nanao's message twice to remember the hour of their appointment, and then turned through the other calls without listening very carefully. Most were from guys she knew and didn't knew, people she'd met at the disco who had somehow gotten in possession of her number and were asking her a favor or a date. Rangiku sighed-sometimes, it was hard to be famous.
After three cups of coffee she finally shook off the sleep from her, took a shower and dressed into a smart blue suit to match the color of her eyes, made sure her high heels were just about as high as the dress code allowed (there was this doorman in the office who refused to let in anyone who wore heels that were over an inch and a half long) and then grabbed her suitcase.
Her red car, license number Hai-kitty 5 let out a content purr as she turned it on and drove through the streets of the city, leaving a trail of tire tracks at the street lights and the faint whisper of the soundtrack of "Cats".
Matsumoto Rangiku had, as the word went on, the world at her feet. Gorgeous, witty and dashing, she was the centre of attention wherever she went. People, especially men, couldn't get their eyes off her when she walked into a room, and for a good reason. For the past 5 years she had been one of the hottest young business ladies in this country, along with her partner Ise Nanao and their mutual friend Ukitake Jushiro.
She stopped by her favorite café for a fresh croissant and another cappuccino to get her started, without paying attention to the excited whispering behind her. Her personal achievements were, sadly, not the main reason why heads turned after her-pictures of her partying at dance clubs were her main source of advertisement, and she had learned a long time ago to draw profits from the constant (and not very flattering) headlines from the yellow magazines.
"Yes!" she turned to the astonished people at the café "I plan to sign a modeling contract with Victoria's secret and I have to say, that bra is wonderful for the back!"
She smiled with content when she noticed the reporter on the back table scribbling something on a napkin as if his life depended on it and she turned to the photographer in the corner so that he could catch her lovely profile. Now all she had to do is call Kiyone and tell her to call the people right and tell them that she accepted the offer.
It was a busy day ahead-they had just signed a contract of partnership with a company, Gotei 13, where the three CEO's, Kaname Tousen, Ichimaru Gin and Aizen Sosuke, had just run off on the Bahamas with a lot of money, leaving a crowd of unemployed people and a ruined reputation. Of course, their company was hardly involved with them, but now suddenly Rangiku, Nanao and Jushiro had found themselves with a business they knew nothing about and lots of unpaid salaries. They were trying to strike a big deal these days and a bad image wasn't doing any of them good.
However, they had found a potential buyer, a company that specialized in computers, that could get the problem out of their hands and turn it into a gold mine.
After Matsumoto passed the strict check by the doorman (and explained that her earrings weren't used as paperclips when necessary), she met her friend Ise Nanao and they both headed for the lift.
"So, ready for the meeting, Nanao-chan?" Rangiku grinned. Nanao, impeccable in her black suit, merely examined her manicure and eyed her friend scoldingly.
"That's what I was about to ask you? Did you manage to get rid of the hangover yet?"
"You know me, Nanao. I'm hangover-proof." She grinned and swept her hair over her shoulder.
"Are you sure you'll be able to combine your modeling career with your deals here?" Nanao half frowned, half laughed "After all, it's a hard thing…walking around in skimpy lingerie for all the world to see."
"Disapproving, mom? I've heard you have eyes everywhere, but now I believe it." Rangiku laughed
"It doesn't take much." Nanao drew her pocket computer out and tapped on the screen. "There is an article on your future contract with Victoria's secret on the on-line page of "Tattler magazine." Here." There was indeed a small reference to her statement in the café, accompanied by her picture from last night, in the disco, where one could easily see her ample bosom almost escaping the skimpy black bra.
"My, my, Nanao." Rangiku smiled "I really should get one of those. I'm impressed."
"I'd advise you against it-you can't even change the batteries on a torch." Nanao said dryly
"Do I still sense some hostility?" she pouted
"Please, did you really have to embarrass yourself right before our very important meeting with Ice Dragon computers? We've had a lot of problems with Gin's company, you should know that better than anyone."
Matsumoto frowned. "I just wanted to blow off some steam, that's all. And besides, it's just tittle-tattle, we get lots of that. Why'd you think anyone would care?"
"The guy we're about to meet is a computer genius…a prodigy, if you will. He's bound to know everything that happens on the net, and bad image…"
"Is like a pack of cigarettes. I know, I know." Rangiku sighed as they stopped before the conference room. "But that doesn't mean we can't still get them." She grinned before pushing the door wide open…
Little did she know it was going to change her fate forever.
A/N-Um...should I go on? Do tell, I'll keep writing.