This is the second in a series of ficlets I'm writing. The point of them is to explore what dark secret lives the girls of class 3-A might be living. I plan to write ones for all of them (I consider my fic "Negima Sometimes" to be the one for Chizuru and Natsumi). I'm not sure who I'll write next, possibly Setsuna.
P.S. I now have spell-check on my computer. Yay!
Photogenic
"Are you sure you don't want to come, Asakura? There's going to be karaoke," Misa asks. "I shake my head. "I have to do some research for the paper, I'll see you tomorrow." Misa runs off to join the others and I begin to head toward my apartment. I wonder if she's ever realized that I never go out with them on Thursdays. It doesn't take me long to get home and I change quickly. The outfit is new. I bought it the other day when I was out shopping with the class rep. Of course, I didn't let her see it.
Making sure no one can see me; I sneak out of my apartment and around to where I know a car is waiting to pick me up. The driver gives me a friendly, sympathetic look. I pretend not to notice. I just lean back and close my eyes. It isn't long before I feel the car begin to slow. "We're here miss," the driver says. Sighing, I make sure my hair is neat, then I step out of the car.
Kano is there to greet me, as usual. "Tonight we're going to be doing a beach scene," he says excitedly. I force myself to smile. "Well I guess I bought this outfit for nothing then, didn't I?" He laughs and hurries me inside. I see piles of sand and a tacky plastic umbrella. There is a camera set up in front of it. At least it isn't the worst set I've had to do.
Without saying anything else to Kano, I walk over to the piles of sand and begin to strip. I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say that I do things you would never catch someone doing on a public beach. Why do I do them? Why would I subject myself to this every Thursday? Because Kano is the head photographer for one of the biggest newspapers in the country, when he's not off on morally questionable photo-shoots. He's also good at remembering what people do for him. In other words, do this and I'm guaranteed a job with the paper. I tell myself it's worth it on the ride home.
