Request: Minako & Kunzite Alternate Universe
Drabble #2: The Manager
He had heard from countless of her old managers that she was a tough one. As he walked through the studio towards her dressing room, he received many looks of pity from other people who worked with the blonde pop idol. She couldn't be that bad, right?
He knocked on the door marked "Minako Aino" and opened the door, poking his head in.
"Miss Aino?" he said, searching for the blonde. She appeared from her closet, which was full of designer clothing.
"Shut the door, you're letting the air out!" she snapped, going back into her closet. He quickly stepped inside and shut the door in order to meet her needs.
He stood tall, waiting for her to come out of the dressing room. According to her schedule, she had two interviews with two different magazines, shooting for a music video, and a sound check. The first interview was in an hour.
She came out of the dressing room in a mid-thigh-length black dress decorated with peach-colored cherry blossoms. Black heels with a golden cross-stitch pattern were on her feet, and a headband with black flowers on it was in her long, golden hair. Peach-colored bangles were on her wrist, and tiny golden hoop earrings were on her ears. She was…stunning.
"Like what you see?" she said with a smirk. He snapped out of his haze and turned strictly to business.
"Alright, we have an interview in an hour, so-" she held her hand up, stopping him.
"Listen here, because I'm only going to say this once. I'm above you. You are below me. That means you do what I say, whenever I say. Got that? I expect a skinny low-fat mocha latte with extra whipped cream on my vanity at 8 am sharp. I decide where we go and when we go. If I feel like skipping an interview, then we skip an interview. I really hope you're taking notes, because I am not going to repeat myself.
Maybe she could walk all over her past managers, but he wasn't about to let her walk all over him.
He stood taller and said, "Listen here, I'm your manager, which means I manage everything you do. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be standing here, wearing such expensive clothing and looking all beautiful. I have no problem delivering your skinny low-fat mocha latte with extra whipped cream by 8 am every morning, but I do have a problem with you seeming to think that you're my manager. I decide where you go and what you do, because that's just part of it sweetheart. Now, if you don't shape up this attitude you've got, then you can kiss your next tour good-bye. Got that?"
She stared at him, wide-eyed. The circumstances were kind of awkward, but she soon snapped out of it and took a step towards him. She held out her hand and smiled.
"You're the first one to have the guts to stick up to me. Congrats, you're my new manager," she said. Kunzite hesitantly took her hand and shook, taken aback by her change in attitude.
He stood there awkwardly for a few minutes while she went and began putting on make-up, even though he knew she didn't need any of it.
She finished and spun in her chair, putting her hands in her lap and smiling mischievously. Her eyes seemed to shine with excitement.
"So, what was that you were saying about me looking beautiful?"