Title: That Ugly Green Dress
Type: Naruto Our Universe Fanfiction
Pairing: SasukeXHinata, SasuHina
Genre: Humor/Romance
Characters: Hyuuga Hinata, Haruno Sakura, Yamanaka Ino, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uzumaki Naruto, Pain (The Leader), Nagato, Kakuzu Hyuuga Neji
Story Placement: Alternate Universe, no relation to story
Background: Characters are over 22, original fanfiction
Plot: Hinata's a sad case for the Fashionista's of New York. She wears bagging clothing, doesn't wear any make-up, and her purple sketchers needed replacing years ago. However, her freak sense of style has attracted Akatsuki, the biggest name in Fashion since Paris, has attracted the rather eccentric lead designer. Now she's been swooped up into the crazy world of couture and her only solace is the questionably straight Uchiha Sasuke, begrudging slave to the crazy group.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the story plot, which came from an eight day marathon of America's Next Top Model and Project Runway. Huge Mistake!
Warning: Yaoi stuff for sure, Karin bashing for sure, and anything else will be just as shocking to you as it will to me.
Author's Note: So I changed a lot in this chapter. Like the whole last scene was manipulated. I also changed some of the dialogue and the grammar mistakes. I really hope this will be better. I'm really trying to get these chapters written but curse my computer. My imagination just makes it explode sometime. It's a hard life for a college student.
So anyways, enjoy and I promise that this will be finished!
That Ugly Green Dress
by Heaven is Drunk
Chapter Two.
"Fashion is all about eventually becoming naked"
-Anonymous
The streets of the fashion district of New York City were nearly identical to the thrill of the cat walk. People in extravagant clothing and questionable sexuality strut the grimy sidewalks in their best shoes and arrogant smirks. Butts and boobs were hoisted high into the air and swayed back and forth for the opposite sex to ogle at. The fashion district was actually the place to find all of the latest styles and was most try out their own style in hopes of the rare and oblique discovery. If you wanted to be famous for making or wearing clothing, you should strut down Fashion Avenue in your best and pray that the Goddess of Fashion is smiling down on your stilettos.
This event was not ignored by fashion forward Sakura and Ino. The two claimed to have invented the layered look, which took the fashion world by storm a short three months ago. They had pointed out amidst walking the fashion district, referring to a Sakura self-portrait of a her in a pale blue spaghetti strap tank top underneath the white sundress that covered the pale blue, knee-high tights and matching pale blue pumps picture that hung on the refrigerator, and all over the photos in the living room…and a life-size poster of Sakura wearing it in her room…Hinata tore down the smaller version that hung in the bathroom.
It had been the outfit that got Sakura the small commercial deal for a pharmacy, which allowed her and Hinata to get their loft apartment in Brooklyn, New York City. Sakura, after that, set herself forward as a model and fashion stylist, wearing the best of the best clothing and claiming she'd bought it first. Ino had tried the same act, which resulted in a lot of designer pieces ripped to shreds and sewed up again by Hinata to be labeled as "fashion throw-up" that Hinata loved to wear.
That certain outfit Hinata wore the most was a once cut up combo of a purple Gucci shirt and pink Dior sundress that formed a unique, torn style shirt and tank top underneath along with Ino's hand-me-down Apple Bottom jeans with a white paint stain covering up the one apple. Hinata's beloved, warn, and re-sewn purple high top sketchers her father begrudgingly bought her almost 5 years ago had topped the "successful" outfit. Hinata had small feet, and they had refused to grow even amongst aggressive growth spurts. So not only were those sneakers comfortable and "fashionable" but they reminded her of the home she'd left on the other side of the world, and the world she'd return to the moment Neji-nii-san disagreed with her lifestyle.
Ino had made blatantly rude comments about the lack of sex appeal of the outfit. Neji had constantly declared that if Hinata was going to turn into a sexual object to be a model, then he was sending her back to Japan. He went on to claim that there was no hope left for either Ino or Sakura and then was thrown from the apartment again.
Hinata would never say that Sakura and Ino were…whores…but there outfits were very scandalous. As they marched through the shopping district with all the designer shops and Manhattan elites, Ino wiggled about in her short, short, short jean skirt a blue tube top over a thick strapped, light blue tank top and leather, high heeled boots that went up to the knees. Her powdery blonde hair was curled and then pulled back by bright blue clips to show off her Prada sunglasses. Sakura was actually revealing more with a short sleeved, peasant top dress that tied wear the cleavage was but the pink hair girl lacked a shirt to cover the cleavage. She wore just underwear under the dress, evident with every breeze that flipped the loose skirt up. Her long pink hair was left alone. The girl always said her selling point was her perfect hair.
They approached a large, mostly glass shop with skinny women standing in the windows. Ino laughed loudly, "Look at these poor fat bitches, having to stand here in the window all day because they aren't pretty enough to be actual models."
The one closest to the door glared at her, "Tell us that when Daddy stops getting you interviews."
Ino stuck her tongue out, "Mannequins don't speak."
Sakura tugged on Ino's arm just before the girl was able to shout at her and they entered the avant garde clothing shop. Hinata bowed nervously towards the girl who was still steaming, "Please forgive Ino-chan. It must be the weather."
And Hinata ran into the loud shop. The model huffed loudly returning to some alluring pose and starring up into the perfect blue, cloudless sky.
Ino was still laughing as they reached the dress section of the store. Sakura was attempting to hide a snicker as she combed through the dresses in search of the perfect outfit for their interview, "You shouldn't tease a model that has a contract when we don't."
Ino laughed and slapped Sakura on the back, "Don't worry, Akatsuki is going to higher us, no doubt! And while we're walking the cat walk in Milan, she'll be trapped in that stupid window until the cheesecakes eat her whole!"
Sakura laughed softly and pulled a pink dress from the rack. It was layered silk in three shades, strapless and not too ridiculously short. It appeared perfect so she rushed to the dressing room. Ino remained behind as Hinata approached them.
"We can't really shop here." Hinata frowned, looking at the price tag of a neon yellow dress. She tried to swallow but instead gasped loudly.
Ino sighed, "We'll be fine,"
"You don't have a job, Ino. Sakura spends all of her money on clothing and the utilities and my minimum wage will only go so far." Hinata sighed, "I can't keep borrowing from my Father."
"It's a father's duty to pay his daughter's bills until she gets a husband or a good job…more likely a husband." Ino laughed, "That's what my Mom always said."
"Coming to New York was supposed to allow me to break away from my father."
"And we will!" Ino shrieked as she pulled a white dress with a v-neck cut, slim figure, and flouncy skirt. The image of the rising sun of Japan made the pattern of the dress, simple and sleek but the lowness of the v-neck, the highness of the skirt, and the price tag screamed, "AKATSUKI!"
Ino screamed through the shop, alerting every fashionista in the building to the gold mined Ino had found. It happened quickly but not unexpectedly. Like a scene out of Jurassic Park, the clothing rack began to shake and Hinata had to duck behind a service counter. Hordes of girls, some half dressed, charged at Ino squealing for a chance to get the dress no matter what its 4 digit price tag said.
Sakura appeared beside Hinata, rescuing her from the cramped and hanger-filled desk with a welcoming hand and a soft smile, "Need some help?"
Hinata blushed, "Ino found an Akatsuki original."
Sakura laughed, "Ahh, I wondered. She should give it up. We'll be wearing so much Akatsuki originals; we'll hate the company and burn all of its dresses!"
Hinata chuckled with her and followed the pink haired bombshell to another side of the store. She swayed gracefully in the pink dress. Her smaller size breasts actually seemed a cup-size larger in all the frills but her long legs made the skirt end shorter than it should have. Hinata smiled brightly, "I like the dress, Sakura-chan."
Sakura turned to look over her should with a gentle smile, "Thanks Hinata, but it makes my butt look big."
She wiggled to accentuate her point and indeed, the frills stretched against her plump butt. Hinata giggled softly as the approached the complete opposite end of the store. Ino was still fighting but it sounded like she was succeeding.
"I might go with it if I can find the perfect accessories." Sakura winked, "After all, these are designers looking for something different. We'll need to be something they've never seen."
Hinata smiled softly, that wouldn't be a challenge for a firecracker like Ino and perfect beauty Sakura.
They had looked at a few necklaces and jewels; one Hinata actually broke down and bought. It was a simple necklace that hung high on the neckline by black rope. Attached was a thick oval piece solid in the center and top half opened to reveal three sterling silver semi-colons circling the solid center. Closing it revealed the same pattern in red. It was truly too gothic but when Sakura had scoffed at it and called it ugly, simply by the decent price marked down to an affordable price, it was enough to convince Hinata to buy it. The grimacing look at the almost completely pink register girl convinced Hinata to love it.
Sakura, bag-less, and Hinata, stubbornly wearing the necklace, waited on the sidewalk. They had successfully escaped the rampaging girls and found the safest place to be outside. Ino emerged from the store further in debt and scratched up, but successful in carrying the dress. Both Hinata and Sakura cheered as she swayed her hips seductively, pretending to walk the cat walk as her victory dance, "They never had a chance."
The three rushed quickly out of the shop, disappearing down an alley as the rumble of conscious girls began to stir.
"Well, now that Ino can't pay rent this month, Hinata and I will have to wear some old outfits." Sakura sighed.
Hinata smiled softly, "I already have my outfit, Sakura-chan. I can ask Neji for some money if you really want a new dress."
Sakura paused for a moment before squealing loudly and twirling the shorter and lighter girl in the air, "Thank you Hinata-chan!"
Hinata smiled, "It's alright."
"Shut up before you give our position away!" Ino shushed aggressively.
Sakura grabbed both of the girls' hands and rushed back towards their apartment complex, "Let's go scrape some greens from Hinata's Daddy Long Legs!"
Hinata blushed, "Sakura-chan!"
However, the protest died with Ino's boisterous laugh.
The large, monotone shaded room was ominous and dark. Even though 5 bodies were filling the steel chairs and the wood table was cluttered in food and drinks, the room was deathly silent. The conference room of the world famous Akatsuki Designs Corporation was anything but a friendly, social atmosphere. An intimidating, muscular figure stood at one end of the table with a solid, hovering over a hunched, lanky figure. Both refused to wipe the grim line from their face, "How many models does he want?"
The question was directed to a smaller figure across the table, saturated in a heavy florescent light. His black hair was nearly blue in the harsh lighting, and he fought to smooth it back. Currently, it was refusing and settling into an unkempt spike of black. His black eyes, covered by thin glasses, scanned a file in front of him, decorated in chicken scratch notes. He cleared his throat, fixed the white collar of his dress shirt and then removed the glasses from his face, "He wants a show of 13, and each will wear three pieces."
"What the hell-" a golden eyed man began to screech from the direct left of the head figures. His palms slammed the table, shaking the coke cans, one spilling across a cold piece of pizza. He was halted by the cold look from the sitting figure.
The nearly glowing, vibrant eyes of the two men glared at the assistant in front of him, "Do we have enough pieces?"
The assistant nodded, "We will, once he finds his inspiration model."
"Inspiration model?" A slithery voice growled from beside the leader.
"He has a peculiar way of styling, he forms each piece to a single model he finds inspirational." The man fixed the glasses upon his face again and lifted up a manila folder, "In here are 200 candidates, I'll be processing them down to 50 and from there he'll choose one inspirational model to head the show and 12 other girls to model the rest of the dresses."
"We don't have that kind of money to spend." The golden eyed man growled.
"Kakuzu-san," The standing figure announced rather monotonously, "Don't be absurd, we have plenty of money."
"200 is an awful lot without help." The man to the left of Kakuzu charmingly offered, his dark eyes memorizing every twitch of the other man. Particularly the eye twitch and palm clench of the assistant when the man spoke.
"I'll do whatever the company asks of me." He stood and bowed, "I just need the leader's permission."
The sitting male nodded, "I-"
But a blonde the same age as the assistant barged into the room waving three thin packets, "Wait, Sasuke! There's three more!"
"What the hell Naruto?!" The dark haired assistant, Sasuke growled at the blonde, Naruto, throwing a pen in the blonde's direction.
"I just got confirmation! I've got three more models." Naruto threw down the packets, spreading out and revealing the native Japanese girls, a strawberry blonde, a blonde, and an opalescent eyed brunette.
"203?" The leader grinned.
"No, just 200!" Sasuke sneered, "Naruto take them away. We closed the application acceptance last month! They're too late!"
"Come on Sasuke! At least one!" Naruto frowned, "Sakura-chan, the strawberry blonde. I know she'll do really good for the company."
"I don't care if she was a good fuck!" Sasuke slammed his palm down on the table. The surrounding members stood abruptly. The two assistants stiffened.
"I made a promise." Naruto frowned, visibly pouting. Sasuke clenched his teeth and turned away from the other, "They're really pretty." His blue eyes began to water, "And they came from Japan! Perfect for a Japanese based company."
Sasuke sighed, "Fine, just shut up!"
Naruto grinned, shoving the papers into Sasuke's hand. He turned to the group and bowed rapidly, "Sorry for the interruption."
Just as quickly as he arrived, he was gone and left the room in a whirlwind. The Leader waved the rest off, "Meeting over, He gets his 203 interviews, but You will interview a third plus 1, Uzumaki will interview a third and Itachi-kun will interview the last group of threes plus one. Is that clear?"
Sasuke nodded, "Whatever you ask of me, sir."
The bodies filtered out of the room but Sasuke remained, glaring at the thin packets that showed the three girls. Stupid Naruto, only one of them had experience in modeling.
The charming voice rang above Sasuke just before a pale hand touched the wood next to his own on the table. The body leaned foreword, his natural heat caressing Sasuke into chills. He breathed on Sasuke's neck allowing the younger man to feel his presence hours after this particular encounter, "You'll have to be far more obstinate and cruel to surpass me."
And the coolness of the room was all Sasuke had. Before a response could filter through his trembling lips, the man had left. Sasuke collapsed in his chair, clenching his fists so tight that he broke the skin. Blood trickled down his palm to stain the edges of his sleeve, "Itachi…"
Author's Note: Ahaha! Sexy Itachi. I do apologize to everyone, shortly after changing this chapter and writing the other two, I stumbled upon a bad romance video that was all Itachi and really...all about sex. Sigh, so he's tip-toeing out of the closet, if you catch me drift. So review if you like it or hate it. I don't mind flames at all or trolls or what not, they all hide under the bridge anyways.
So, I love everyone! Please love me back, lol.