Chapter 2
"I don't know; take her to dinner or something. Just get recognized as a couple by the paparazzi as soon as possible. For some reason, your dad just really wants this to work," Tai said while updating Matt's palm pilot calendar.
"Whatever," Matt muttered through a hole in the cushion his face was enclosed in, while a strong lady massaged his bare back.
Tai rolled his eyes at Matt's lack of attention. "'Kay well, I've gotta run. But please don't screw this up. My job's on the line."
With that, he hastily closed the door while slipping on his cool, dark shades. "Lazy ass son of a bitch."
He smelled the air of Ishida Corporation's main lobby. Now that was a business: the many receptionists chatting away on their headset phones and typing quickly at their computers; the various business men and women going in and out of conference rooms and up and down in the elevators. He truly loved working there.
Just then, a face caught his attention amongst all the bustling people. She wore a sleek black business suit and had short, shiny auburn hair that shined in the light of the many windows.
Tai adjusted his own expensive suit, checked his shades, ruffled his brown hair, and made his way over to her, just before she reached the front desk.
"Hey gorgeous, Can I help you with something?" He flashed an adorable smile.
Sora turned her amber eyes towards him. "No."
She tried to maneuver around him but he wouldn't budge.
"C'mon. Tell me what you need and I'll help you out."
Her black stiletto heel tapped the marble floor repeatedly.
"I need all the available background information on Matt Ishida." She folded her arms annoyed.
"Well you're in luck, hot stuff, because I just happen to be his right hand man. Why don't we discuss it over some lunch?"
Sora glanced up at the ceiling. "Um, no."
"Ah, come on. You'll learn anything you want to know and I'll get the privilege of dining with such an attractive woman."
Sora's face remained completely poised, as if she was used to being flattered by handsome men.
"Sorry, I can't."
Tai smirked unconvinced. "Why not?"
"I have work to do."
"Okay, okay. At least tell me your name and business."
She now faced him straight on. "Sora Takenouchi, Tachikawa Industries."
Tai's face lit up. "Oh! You must be um, Mimi Tachikawa's personal assistant. I thought I'd seen you before."
"Mhm. Well, since my best friend now has to pretend to date your client, I'd prefer to know everything I can about Ishida."
"Oh, right, right. That whole ordeal. I guess this means you and I'll be seeing a lot of each other."
"Joy." She now started to tap her fingers against her suit sleeve.
"Well, why don't you come on up with me to my office and I'll get you his file."
With that, he led her over to the gold elevator doors.
"Ugh. Tai, this is so stupid. Why should I have to pretend to like someone like her?" Matt paced around his exclusive pad, nearly yelling at his friend on the other line.
"Well, she actually has an impressive résumé. I think this could be pretty easy."
"Yeah, well the main point is that I can't date anyone I actually like."
"Calm down, calm down. You only have to fake it in public."
"Ugh. That's bad enough."
"Oh get over yourself. Okay, so she's 20 years old, only a year younger than you, and the only child of the C.E.O. of Tachikawa Industries."
"Yeah, yeah, like I care." Matt sat down on his red sofa, shirtless once again.
"Her number is 761-2046. Call her and take her out tonight or something. You need to get a move on or your dad will throw a fit."
"Whatever." He hung up the phone abruptly and dialed the mentioned number. He threw his arm over his face and tilted his head back.
Rrring.
"Mimi Tachikawa's phone. May I take a message?" Sora's voice answered.
"Tell her we're going out to dinner. I'll pick her up at seven. Tell her not to make me wait."
"Agreed." Sora hung up the phone before he could.
Then he tossed the phone against the wall, wishing that would put an end to this nightmare.
Matt's fire red Twin Turbo pulled up at her apartment complex. He wore nice black pants and a black sports coat, but only a black t-shirt under that. His long golden blond hair was styled perfectly as usual and his piercing blue eyes were covered by darker shades than Tai's.
Any girls passing by, coming out of or going into the lobby couldn't take their eyes off of him, but he ignored the attention.
Just then, Mimi came out the front door, her hair lying down her back, wearing a short pink dress and pink high heels. The valet men simply stared as she walked by.
It was only natural for the number one male and female models in Japan to look dashing on their nights out.
A man opened the door for her and she climbed in the red hot sports car. Barely a second after the door was closed, Matt sped off onto the busy street.
Once they were out on the road Matt muttered, "Took you long enough, princess."
"Can it. If I'm going to be put in all the magazines with the likes of you, I have to look fashionable."
They both made disgusted faces at the other but then plastered on smiles when they came to the restaurant they had put a reservation in for.
Matt climbed out, not bothering to help Mimi, and handed the keys to the valet. When they walked out, however, they transformed into two completely different people, all for the sake of publicity.
The restaurant they were going to was the hottest place around. Only the most exclusive people in the city could get in, thus, photographers from all the tabloids lined the walk way in case someone of real importance showed up.
Matt threw his arm around Mimi's waist, holding her very tightly. He was actually hurting her on purpose, but she had to fake a smile anyway. She placed her own arms around his waist as well, the ultimate couple making their first debut.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
The multiple cameras took multiple pictures as they strutted by. Finally they were inside, but not without the photographers taking some last minute shots.
"Ugh. That was just horrible," Mimi whispered now, as all eyes inside were on them, too.
"Let's just get this over with," Matt smirked.
They were seated at one of the back tables, purposely chosen by them next to a huge window. Some photographers managed to sneak around back and continued to snap away.
Sitting across from each other, Matt and Mimi held hands across the table top, to keep up the charade.
"Do I actually have to talk to you?" Mimi wondered aloud.
"I don't know. I guess if we don't, it'd seem too staged." Matt bit on a breadstick.
"Ugh." She started to spit out her tongue but Matt glared at her hard.
"Don't stop smiling. Or they'll get suspicious," He spoke very seriously.
She turned away from the cameras to roll her eyes.
"So tell me about your personal assistant, since obviously nothing about you is interesting." She smiled.
Through fake admiration he replied, "Fine. His name is Tai Kamiya. He's been my best friend since we were really little. But he is more like a brother to me. When I started modeling for my dad's company, he hired Tai as my assistant, since he was better at running my life than I was. And now he loves his job, probably all the perks he gets, and basically will do anything to keep it, such as make me come on a date with you."
"Oh, believe me, this is not a date." Mimi's eyes twinkled with hatred, but the cameras only caught awe.
"Tell me about yours, then." Matt kept up pretend interest.
"'Kay. Sora Takenouchi is her name. She's also my best friend and organizer of my everyday activities. My mom just adores her determination and hard work, so there's no way she'd get fired. She basically plans everything out for me. I personally think she should be a model. She's so beautiful, but she says she prefers taking photos to being in them. Maybe she'll become a photographer some day."
"Great," Matt exaggerated.
The two remained quiet for a long time, too ignorant to talk about the other. Finally Matt turned to her.
"Can we just leave, now?"
Mimi was taken aback, even if it was a fake date. "But we haven't even ordered our food yet."
"So? This sucks. I absolutely hate this. I would so much rather play my XBOX at home. Right now I wish I had taken up basketball like Tk instead of modeling. Duh!"
"Excuse me. Don't act like I want to be here. I despise you. I'd much rather get a manicure and pedicure. And who is Tk?"
"My little brother and the famous basketball player. I guess you don't know anything about sports. Not your fault, girls can be dumb"
"Hey I'm not dumb jackass! I know about sports and I think I've seen your brother. I guess he's better than you every way." She spat back.
"Whatever! Let's go now." Matt was nearly begging her.
"But what about our parents? I know for sure my mother will kill me if this business plan fails."
"Yeah, but it's only the first date. We can make up better stuff later. For now I'm just bored."
They continued to argue in low tones and with fake smiles on their faces. "Excuse me. Why must you always act like you're the only one who hates this?"
"Sorry. C'mon." With that, he tugged her to her feet, still clenching her hand, and dragged her to the door.
The paparazzi ran around the building in order to catch them at their departure. The couple dashed out the door and as soon as the valet brought forth his car, they hopped in, immediately let go of each other, and sped off.
"Whew! Glad that's over!" Mimi began to immediately sanitize her hand. Matt took some as well, both sickened by the other.
"Yeah, honestly."
The next morning, Mr. Ishida and Mrs. Tachikawa requested their children's presence in a meeting at Ishida Corp. When the children sat down, the C.E.O.s tossed several tabloids onto the desktop.
"Look at those," Mrs. Tachikawa said plainly.
Without bothering to pick them up, Matt tried to explain. "I'm sorry. We failed. It was just so terrible, we couldn't help it. We had to leave."
"Son,' Mr. Ishida said. "That was the best performance I've ever seen!"
Mimi and Matt both raised confused eyebrows.
"Read the article."
Japan's Most Desirable
Just last night, on June fifteenth, Ishida Corporation's very own Matt Ishida, the company's hottest male model, and Tachikawa Industries' Mimi Tachikawa, the company's hottest female model, were spotted at exclusive restaurant Naiomi. Arms wrapped around waists, hand holding over the dinner table. What could this possibly mean? It means that the two most desirable people in Japan are now a couple! Seen wearing clothing from their very own lines, they sure looked modish. And then, shortly after sitting, the two made a mad dash for the car, leaving before they even took an order. Where were they going? No one knows, but Ishida's red Twin Turbo seemed to be dashing off somewhere exciting! We'll have to keep our eyes peeled for this trendy twosome!
Current Couples
Hot news: Mimi Tachikawa, number one female model in Japan, and Matt Ishida, number one male model in Japan, are an item! Sorry ladies and gents, but there's just no room for competition. What could be hotter than this? Both of them were wearing clothes from their respective companies' clothing lines, a definite need for anyone who wants to look fab out on the town. And then their daring escape to be alone? How juicy! We'll keep you up-to-the-minute on this couple!
"Um. I don't get it," Mimi blurted out, scratching her head with her recently manicured fingernails.
Her mother laughed. "Honey, this is great! You guys are in all the magazines and not a single one forgot to mention where your trendy clothes came from. We'll be raking in customers!"
"Yes, yes," Mr. Ishida began. "And that stunt you pulled by leaving early? Who cares the real reason! Everyone thinks you guys were sneaking off for privacy. This'll only make the paparazzi even crazier about you two."
Matt and Mimi slowly nodded their heads. "Okay…if you say so…"
"Well. I have to hurry to another board meeting, but keep up the good work, Mimi, darling. By the way, I cancelled your photo shoot today. We've decided that from now on, you two will only model with each other. With anyone else you'd just be blah. But together, you'd make the public go mad!"
After that last comment, the parents left the board room, leaving the 'couple' in their seats.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Mimi repeatedly punched her chair.
Matt smirked. "What's wrong with you?"
"I'll tell you what's wrong with me. It's you! First, I had to meet you! Next, I had to pretend to date you! Now, I can only model with you! This is so awful!" Mimi pouted noisily. "And that guy I was supposed to model with today is really hot!" She screeched with self-pity.
"Oh, shut up. You won't ever model with anyone hotter than me." He smirked again.
Mimi's mouth fell open. "You? You aren't hot. Sure, the public thinks you are, but you're so not! You're probably the most hideous human being I've ever laid eyes on!"
"At least I'm not a cow," Matt deadpanned.
Mimi blew up with rage. "Ahhhhh! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"
Matt only laughed as he got up to leave.
"And where do you think you're going?" Pathetic tears streamed down Mimi's cheeks.
"It doesn't concern you." He put his hands in his pockets as he walked through the doorway. "Old hag."
Mimi's eyes widened with anger. "Oh! My! God! I hate you!"
They hate each other too much but don't worry they'll get better.
Valechan and konan uchiha sasuke : Thanks a lot for the kind reviews. I hope you liked this chapter.