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Author's notes: Again, sorry for how short it is, but I this is –so- going to, like, you know, pay up later. I so totally promise it! ,

A flower by any other name…

by Reiyuka

High-pitched talking could be heard all around the building, eager young ladies lining up to see the thrilling new designs that hey might or might not wear on the catwalk in a couple of days.

Feeling out of place between the extremely tall and mostly blond, blue-eyed models, Son Pan wondered over and over again why she had ever agreed to do this. Thinking back to that faithful day, Pan realized that she was glad her agent was so cunning, unless when she was talking to her.

Apparently, Farrah's friend, a certain VJ Nikato, used to be a hip designer but since his last collection didn't really get the publicity it had needed, he had been in a slump for about three years now.

Her agent had been talking on and on about her friend the designer, about his amazing style and designs, which even Pan couldn't help get a little curious about. So when Pan eventually asked Farrah why she was telling her all this, the redhead simply smiled and said that she, and her friend, wanted Pan to be the main model for the upcoming show.

The young Saiyan was glad that it was just her and her agent in the office, she would've hated for everyone to see her looking like a fish out of the water. Farrah grinned at the successful attack she'd landed and walked to her intercom, calling her secretary to lead Miss Nikato in. Before having recovered from the shock of being, a) asked to do a fashion show, b) tricked by her agent and c) having just heard that VJ Nikato wasn't a guy; a young, cheerful looking blonde walked into the room, her curly hair dancing over her back as she headed over to Farrah to hug her.

With a beaming smile, she then turned to the still awe-struck Pan and asked if she would 'pretty pretty please star in my fashion show, it'd mean so much to me!'. The black-haired young girl could do nothing but nod, making her agent and VJ share a high-five.

After a short explanation (that took about two hours), Pan got to hear why they'd asked her to do the show ('It's all about strong independent, yet pretty women. And you –so- fit that description'), why it would be good for her ('there isn't anything out there for you at the moment, besides, this'll make some great PR and get you some more fame'), why she couldn't talk to anyone about it ('Aw, c'mon, that'd like, totally ruin the surprise, don't ya think?'),how she'd be paid, ('Like, you know, if you wanna be all mega-star like, I can make outfits just for you, so that way you can have, like, these clothes no one else has.') and just general things, like why the blonde called herself VJ, ('Like, Virginia Julia is –so- outdated, and Ginny's just too cute for lil' ol' me, don't ya think?')

After hearing the whole explanation, being surrounded by two of the most obnoxiously cheerful women in the world and hearing all about what fashion shows are about, Pan didn't have the heart to decline anymore. Besides, the deal about the clothes kind of sounded like not such a bad idea. Especially since she would get more then 50 off, and all the clothes she'd wear in the show for free.

So now she was surrounded with girls that looked like they hadn't eaten in days, getting more and more nervous as the chattering gained intensity and just in general, she was feeling like a tulip between roses. It was plain to see that the other models regarded her as some kind of help or something, since they often asked her to go get them a bottle of water, even specifying the brands.

With another heart-felt sigh, Pan just resigned to the fact that she was scammed into it and just had to make the best of it. 'Ah well, it could be worse…'

Poor Pan-chan, if she only knew…