1This is just another chapter of Cold Model. Do people think I should change that name, or should I keep it like that? Well, maybe I shouldn't, yeah, it seems like a pretty good and sturdy, name. Don't you think? I think so, yeah, yeah, so now I'm just talking to myself.
Chapter 2: Face off
"Kagome, what is it?" Sophie asked.
Two women, sitting in a black small BMW M3, small compact car, two seats, a coupe. Fast and reliable.
Kagome, at the wheel, and Sophie, sitting at the passenger seat. Kagome wouldn't never let Sophie or anyone else drive her baby, and if that happens, there better be somebody dying.
"Nothings wrong, why? Should there be something wrong?" Kagome said in her monotone voice, looking to her right, Kagome's piercing sapphire blue eyes turning to look at Sophie. Not once batting an eye or moving her head.
"Well, no, but I mean- you're the one who's so quiet! No that's not what I meant! I mean that you just seem depressed, more so then usual." Sophie's little speech, did not seem to have any effect. Kagome was still not going to say anything, like that anyway.
"Well, I thank you for your concern, but you really don't need to use up all that energy for my sake. You must be working your pretty little but off, with all those worries. You know it's bad for your skin, give you wrinkles." Laced with sarcasm, Kagome continued to look out the window. The only person that Kagome would remotely come close to be called a 'friend' was family and Sophie. She has had a pretty rough life, for a international model. Though not many people really know about it. It's been kept a secret, and will, for as long as possible.
Finally, the loud whining ceased. It was coming from the animal known as a 'Sophie.' 'Now folks, this animal is known to be found at any well known mall. An environment that is well fit for the 'Sophie's.' Neither too hot nor too cold, that 'Sophie's' will reproduce with the very handsome and popular male species or best known as 'filthy rich.' This is Kagome Higurashi, coming to you from the Beverly Hills Mall, We hope you tune in again for another show of Animal Planet. Thank you and have another wonderfully beautiful day.'
Kagome's thoughts for capturing a 'Sophie' and selling it to an animal shelter or maybe giving it up for free, god knows we need more of them. Though she was not sure it the animal shelter would take her, probably saying something like' sorry, we don't have that big of a cage.' Laughing to herself, Kagome pulled up to the building where the meeting of the other models will take place. Silently sighing to herself, Kagome turned off the engine, waking Sophie up, they both got out. Kagome had a bad feeling about this so called 'meeting.'
"Hey, Fluffy! When are those damn models getting here? They should have been here by now.
Silver locks framed around the mescaline body of the man being spoken too. He was 6'2', and looking like weighed about 170 pounds. Wearing an Armani black suit that matched his sleek black shoes, this choice of clothing made his hair gleam, like there was no tomorrow.
His eyes, gold like the darkest gold pool in the world, that would pierce with a thousand daggers. He was very poised and seemed like he was royalty. The dominant one, the one who's word was law. And was expected to fallow.
"What is it you need, Inuyasha." His voice was a velvety low note. Something that any girl could go on listening to finally falling into a dreamless sleep.
"'Feh,' I wanted to know when those so called 'models'" The shorter man brought his hands up, and used them as quotation marks to the emphasis on 'models', " going to get here! I'm tired of waiting, they should be here by now."
The shorter man, who had the same vibrant silver hair, though his more exciting, stood almost a head shorter then the first man. He was wearing ordinary low ride blue jeans, with white Nike shoes, along with a light blue and white striped mens blouse. His eyes were gold like the older looking man, but with a fire that would burn you if you touched his soul. He was a regular badass boy. Not caring for the rules.
"They are not here yet, and I do not known the whereabout of each of my models, so if you would stop your foolish questions about them, so I may get on with my work." With that the tall man left for his top floor office.
Kagome and Sophie walked up the steps to the entrance doors of the building. Walking inside they went to the front desk. Sophie going into agent mode, and took control of the situation, reaching the receptionist first.
"Hello, I'm Sophie Devon with Kagome Higurashi, we're here for the model shooting, and were wondering where it would be?" Sophie used her nice stupid voice, making herself seem venerable, giving off a take-pity-on-me look.
At the mention of Kagome Higurashi, the receptionist's head quickly shot towards the assumed Kagome. Her eyes were wide with awe. So much awe that Kagome took pity on her, and gave her a sweet smile, making the girl who was behind the desk, blush. Kagome usually had that kind of effect on people, no just men, but woman as well. Maybe that was why woman and men lusted after her, for her looks, for her facade of kindness, for the feeling of being loved by her.
Pointing to the right, the now seeming so small girl, said take the elevator up to the 7th floor, down the hall, is were you will be interviewed for the job. She tried not to stutter, but that clearly didn't happen. Leaving behind, the dazed little girl, they walked to the elevator with grace that could only be achieved by goddesses.
"So. . . you like that girl. Is that what that smile was?" Sophie inquired. She was curious as to why Kagome had showed emotion to a receptionist, much less. That was something that did not happened very often, no matter what the pictures of the unique model seem to say of her feelings.
"It was nothing but pity, for her foolish admiration." Kagome defended herself, she was looking at the gray elevator sliding double doors, not blinking once.
"Is that what is was, then why don't you do it more often, there are a lot of foolishly admiriblist's out there, who just love to gaze at beautiful, successful, people, wishing they could be in their shoes. For that, you should forget the past, and let a smile clean away the tears."
Kagome glanced to the left, her sapphire eyes hid behind a curtain of midnight black hair, she was silently glad that Sophie couldn't see her, Kagome, gazing at her agent. A moment of silence passed between the two bachelorettes and Kagome turned her attention back to the gray elevator double doors. Waiting to get this over with, so she could continue her meaningless life.
"Sir. I have three of the models you wished to see waiting in the lounge. Would you like for me to send them in?"
"Yes, send them in." Sesshoumaru's voice was spoken in the quiet room. His office, study, and quiet frequently, his house. He practically lived in the place, coming home only when he was sure to be done with his work. His office consisted of a small kitchen, bathroom, then his study room, pretty much filled with books, had a black leather love seat and a dark brown leather armchair. Most of his furniture was leather or mahogany woods. Being on the top floor her had a rather large sky light window on his ceiling, which brought in most of the light into the darkened room. His office was separated from the 'house,' having two double doors that blocked the view of the get-a-way retreat home. The office, if you should call it that, had a mahogany desk, on the left a giant window, showing a great view of the city below, on the right there was the entrance to his quarters, behind the desk was a large black cushioned chair with file cabinets hiding behind the chair and desk. Across from the desk that held the latest of computers, sitting atop it, was a bar that was there for long nights.
Hearing a knock on the two double doors, Sesshoumaru turned his eyes from the wide view out his window, to the intruder, that had just barged in a millisecond after the knock, not waiting for his ok to enter.
It was a woman, who had black hair in a tight bun that was held together by a single feather. Blood red covered her lips along with red eyes to give off warnings to the awaiting predator. She had a nice figure, an hour glass, long legs, and arms to go with it. She was wearing a crimson red out fit, a women business suit and skirt with a white blouse. Red high heel shoes that showed her red painted toe nails, with laces that strapped around her ankle. Her appearance was contradicting her ivory clear skin.
"I presume that you are one of the models who are here to do the shooting." Words laced with ice, flowed smoothly to the ears of the new woman.
Wincing in the slightest way, hoping that the man in front of her didn't see it, but alas, he did, and would always see these little actions. The woman acted as though his harsh words didn't affect her. She walked to one of the chairs that were bowing in front of the god, as quietly as possible, once again hoping that he doesn't take too much of a notice to herself.
"I am." With as much courage that would could muster she spat out the words, with a hint of fear.
Sesshoumaru smirked, he was the one who brought fear into the eyes of those below him. Breathing in he could smell fear and. . . arousal. So with his looks he could be feared and wanted, though Sesshoumaru has always known that, from the time he was a young boy to a healthy adult. He has always been able to manipulate people's wants and fears.
"State your name."
"Kagura Suzuka."
"How old are you?"
"I'm 25 years old."
"How far does your experience in modeling go?"
"I've been modeling sense I was 18, so seven years total."
"Good-" Sesshoumaru was about to direct 'Kagura' to her assigned location, when the intercom on his phone spoke true.
"Mr. Taiyoukai, there are now two other models here ready for you interrogation, should I send them in with Ms. Kagura Suzuka? Or do you wish to finish with Ms. Suzuka first?"
"Yes, Amy, send them in now."
The double door swung open revealing two other models who were to join the group. One of the models standing my the door had long dark brown hair, pink eye liner, and clear lipgoss. Her skin wasn't the fair type, it had more of a tan to it. She was wearing a white tank top that was long, reaching two inches past her hips, having a pink, orange, yellow, white, and tan different sized stripped blouse that was very tight, but not tight enough to have the bottoms budge out, showing off her breasts. The brunet was wearing a tan skirt that almost went down to her to her knees. The outfit ending with white and pink high heel shows. The shoes were white all around, but in the front they had pink little dots on the out lining. Her shoes had three of her toes poking out instead of being pointy, it was like that part was cut off.
"State your name, age, and how long you have been in the modeling business." Sesshoumaru's cold voice reached both the girls. And they both tensed, but quickly answered his required questions.
"My name is Sango Taijiya, I'm 25 years old, and I have been doing shootings sense I was 19." The brunet replied.
"I'm Kikyo Shinidama, I'm 24 years old, and have been modeling sense I was 20 years old."
Kikyo Shinidama, had on a black suit, black jacket and black pants. She was wearing black high heels that showed of her toes, and almost wound up on her foot to her ankle. Wearing a white blouse, under her black jacket, men could see her curves, she was very tall, and didn't seem to need those high heels. Kikyo had blue eye shadow, and had on black mascara, that really made her look scary. But not to the point where you would run and hide, she just seemed to be intimidating. Her straight black hair, flowed down her shoulders to mid back, where it lay to rest.
"That will be all of you three, you may go-" Again Sesshoumaru was cut off by his secretary, she had the best timing, though as good as that may be, she was very efficient with organizing and filing, that sort of thing. Sesshoumaru suppressed a groan he almost let out, in front of the three models.
"Mr. Taiyoukai, we have another model here, would you like me to-"
"Yes, send her in." Sesshoumaru's said, and if you listened carefully you could detect a hint of annoyance, but only is you have the most acute hearing in ages. Otherwise well, it wouldn't really give you any leverage at all.
"Yes, sir." Was Amy's quick response, and as soon as she said that the double doors opened up revealing the most beautiful woman Sesshoumaru has every seen. There where two woman but Sesshoumaru only saw one.
She had black hair, that took a blue hew when in the light. Her rosy lips stood closed, not allowing anything to enter. Her eyes were a piercing sapphire, that held a fire no one could tam. The woman, had on a tan jacket with a matching tan skirt. Then she had a light blue blouse underneath that. Wearing a tan high heels that was like a sandal. All in all she was wearing very plain things, and that's something that he didn't see often. It was refreshing to see someone who wasn't too worried about how they looked.
Coming out of his daze like stating, Sesshoumaru asked the million dollar question. "And you would be?. . ."
"I'm Kagome Higurashi and the woman next to me is my manager, Sophie Devon. We are here for our appointment, with a Mr. Taiyoukai." Her voice was heaven to Sesshoumaru's poor ears, she was amazing.
"I'm Sesshoumaru Taiyoukai, you have your appointment with me. Tell me Ms. Higurashi I presume your are a miss." He was answered with a nod, so he continued. "How old are you?"
"23."
"How long have you been modeling?"
"6 years."
"Very well, I will show you were you will begin with the shooting." Sesshoumaru got up from his desk, and moved to the side. "Shall we?" He said indicating to the double doors. And moving with grace no man should have, he passed Kaogme, and went on, fading into the molten hallway. Having four beautiful models fallowing him.
Kt: Hey another chapter, and this one it pretty good I guess. Well I just want to know, what you think and if you have any idea's for this story. I don't always have too much to think about, so it would really help it you could tell me what you want in this.
And I hope that you do review, a lot!