Title: Give me everything
Song: Fashion
Artist: Lady Gaga
Words: 732
Rating: PG/T
Warnings: Nami-centered, my take on fashion industry ^^' Some LuNa in there too, along with a jealous Boa w
Disclaimers: Nothing belongs to me, only to two of my favorite artists, Eiichiro Oda and Lady Gaga~ Though I'd love to have Nami's dress...

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She could hear the loud clicking from the cameras, could see the flashes of light and hear the loud gasps and cheering coming from the public before the catwalk. And she wasn't surprised, this year's collection and models were the best ever, beating all previous shows set up here in Momoiro. But then again, the designer wasn't called the Queen of Fashion for nothing, a Miracle Worker with any kind of cloth.

"Mmfufufu, are you vorried, Orange-girl?" Turning around, Nami looked at the large man standing behind her with his arms crossed over his wide chest, clad in a stripped shirt in dark colors. The right corner of her mouth crept upwards, as she spun around and lifted up her skirt a bit to show off its fit to her curved body.

"Of course I'm not! I'm a star, after all."

"That's a good spirit. Nov, spin for me!" Used to his sometimes strange commands, she spun on place, the wide skirt of her black dress almost coming so high that the hem of her stockings were showing. Suddenly, she felt hand stop her so that she stood with her back to him.

Outside, the crowd cheered as Miss Monday left the catwalk and the giant Aphelandra appeared instead, dressed in a blue, showing dress with yellow rivets. They surely were a uneven bunch of females, the orange haired girl thought as she felt how Iva fixed with the rosette at the small of her back. All of them, the NewMods, were in different shapes and sizes so show of the beauty of any human, a revolution inside fashion industry from Iva's side.

"So, nov you're good! And it's your time next, Orange-girl, don't make the great me disappointed!"

"Oh no, I won't." Her smile was smug, the feeling of anticipation welling up inside of her filling her with confidence as she walked up behind Boa Hancock. The qipao she wore were in pale yellow, the red snake embroiders making the dress come alive on the tall woman's curved body. As Nami admired the handwork, she could feel the other's gaze on her, envy and hate almost shining through.

"I won't let you get away with this. No one steals anything from me." She bended back as she spoke, pointing her right index finger at the younger model, putting emphasis on the words to prove her point. But her protege didn't let herself be scared by that, instead she fingered at the bluish mark beneath her necklace, hidden by powder.

"I didn't steal anything." She spoke with a fake-innocent voice, before she motioned against the opening to the catwalk. "And now it's your turn."

The older woman snorted against her, before she flipped her hair and walked out as Aphelandra came in, smiling nicely against the other girls waiting in line.

"Do your best!" Nami smiled back, knowing that the other were not one for backstabbing, a rare and sometimes bad trait in their profession. Now, the crowd were cheering, gasping and taking even more pictures as the fashion world's queen walked the "floating" road.

Taking a deep breath, the up-and-rising model tried not to think about the threats Boa gave her, but instead on the fact that she soon would walk the same stage as the professionals. The seconds ticked by, and suddenly Inazuma was urging her forward.

"It's your tun now, Nami, make us proud!" As the queen left the spotlight, Nami entered the light, walked down the stage with confident strides, her hips swaying in that almost sexual way which was what had made Iva hire her. The camera flashes almost blinded her, the sounds of the public going into her brain and drowning her own thoughts.

They admired the long, wide, black dress she wore, the laces and the translucent sleeves and the daring "neckline" the Miracle Worker was famous for. Her bright orange hair was reflected in the black water surrounding her, as she spun around at the end of the catwalk, her perfect legs and taunting smile, along with the million-piece dress ended up in all of the world's fashion magazines.

She didn't care that she would be seen as a doll, that she had to be perfect all the time and even wear stuff she didn't like sometimes, right now, Nami was alive.