A/N: Oh look! It's an update! This is SO not re-read, edited or whatsoever... Haha! You know... I'm the queen of lazy people! *grins*
NOTE: For some reason, I wanted to kill FFN. There's something weird while I'm typing this and I'm putting line breaks... it's weird. Some text won't appear centered. I'll just edit this later. [It spoilt my mood btw.]
Disclaimer: GA belongs to Higuichi Tachibana-sensei!
Possession 07
You? You Again? and Again?
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"Oh look, the woman who says she was just dragged here but still here trying to make her way onto the audition." Nobara snapped.
Misaki perked up to see her best friend with a few tall and skinny women who threw belittling glares at her. She was sitting alone at the soft couch inside the huge waiting room. "That's not it! Nobara! I came here to say sorry to you! We've been friends for years; don't let it end just like this!"
"Oh really? Well I'll tell you what. I'll end it like this. How could you be a friend when you drag my hopes down on getting on with Tsubasa-kun? I see, you like him too!"
"What? Nobara! Can't you see that he's just flirting with you? Does he remember you? Your name? He's got every girl in trance with his charms!"
"There you hear it girls! Earlier she was saying she's sorry and just a moment ago she's ridiculing Tsubasa-kun. We're done Misaki, OVER." The curly pink haired woman turned her heel away from Misaki, leaving her almost in tears.
Ha! What's this? I feel like I've just broken up with my boyfriend… Funny. She thought, burying her face on her palms as tears started falling wand warming her cold skin. I won't give up Nobara. You're too precious for me to lose just because of a man who's playing you with his fingers.
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SECOND ROUND
Guidelines:
* Each candidate is to be paired with a random photographer provided by the management.
* Each pair is given 4 hours to do a photo shoot with all liberty with only one requirement; Follow the theme to be announced later on.
Note: Only 25 participants would be chosen on this round. Among the chosen 25, KuRo's head, Hyuuga Natsume-sama would be the one choosing the lead for this Summer Collection.
"Umm… "A tall skinny guy with short blond hair nervously walked towards Misaki. Fixing his glasses and holding his camera tight he said, "I am Tobita Yuu, your assigned photographer. I'm pleased to meet you!"
"Ahh," Misaki stammered. "I'm… Harada! Harda Misaki, pleased to meet you." she hastily said.
"Oh. So you mean, you didn't really want to join this audition thing?" Tobita Yuu said, tinkering his camera as he listened to Misaki's tale on how she ended up there. They were comfortably sitting outside the building, about to search for a location.
"Yep." Misaki nodded, "I'm just here to grab my best friend back. I'm quite sure she's not interested in being a model. It's Tsubasa Andou that she likes. Urghm this is upsetting."
"Well… Andou-san's… never mind. He indeed is a playboy. Of all the models I've worked with, only one or two were not touched by him. Oh well, I've been used to that scenario. Trust me, your friend will realize it in time." He reassured.
"Thanks, Tobita-san" she replied, perking up to the sky.
The two were chatting for almost half an hour, idling away despite the 4-hour time limit given to them. "Now that I think about it, Harada-san, you've said you're not so into this thing but I think… you do have potential. Well, you got in the top 50 out of the thousands. That's quite impressive already." He said glancing at the lady beside him who was, in turn, staring at him blankly. He chuckled nervously, "Umm…ahh…"
"What a way to say I'm pretty," she giggled. "Kidding! I do wonder how I passed. I was only doing things like how I'd usually do…"
Yuu stood up and grabbed a huge paper bag filled with clothes and accessories. "Then, we should work hard to make your achievement worth it."
It wouldn't hurt to take s shot anyways. She smiled, standing up as well, "Let's work hard!"
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Click. Click.
For the past hour, Misaki and Yuu spent worthless shots because of Misaki''s awkward posture and uncertain expressions on her face. It was like teaching a three year old how to read. Really, really hard—but that was just at first.
A little later, her poses showed freedom and cheerfulness, using her body to express and build proper connection.
This is great. Harada-san can surely make it! I'm certain! Just perfect for Hyuuga-sama's theme.
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"As I was saying, why again are you not telling me the theme for the audition, Hyuuga?" Tsubasa nagged for the nth time, making Koko giggle as he sipped his icy cold café.
Natsume's eyebrow rose in annoyance, "Yome, whi is a chicken inside my office?"
"Nat, he's just asking. Why don't you answer him." Replied his 'secretary'
The mulit-billionaire bachelor rolled his eyes, "Andou, would it help if I do tell you? Why are you the one to pose for the audition?"
"Tch. Just tell me you bratty fellow!" came the haste reply of Tsubasa.
"Fine. I'm giving you ten seconds to figure it out by looking at this doodle, if you fail, I'll castrate you."Natsume said, tossing a piece of paper towards the suspended model.
"Five… Four…" Koko hummed.
"What the heck is this? Fun? Happiness? What?"
"And ONE!" the spiky-headed guy cheered, tossing the empty styro cup in the air.
Natsume smirked, "Now out. Chicken pedo."
The blue-haired fellow stormed out with an irritated face. He even slammed the door which shook the blinds on the glass window.
"Nasty." Koko commented, picking up the doodle from the floor. "What is this? Now that he's gone, are you telling me?" he said, staring at a sketch of a pretty girl in a dress with feathers around her as she smiled happily.
"Of course." Replied Natsume.
Koko sighed, "Or not."
"Right." He grinned, facing the window and staring out at the busy streets of Tokyo. "Something new. Fresh. Beautiful like spring. Like an angel…"
His best friend turned to the doodle in amusement, picking up a pencil and drawing bulgy eyes on the girl on the doodle. "It's 'Innocence' Koko, 'Innocence' as what I've interpreted." Natsume said.
That girl can come up with brilliant ideas. I never thought so." Koko laughed, "Yeah right. As if a stern man like you could come up with something like 'Innocence'. Tss. Innocence my ass. Well, she draws pretty well as I can see."
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"Would you like anything miss?" a waiter walked up to Mikan with a bright smile which she returned with a sweet smile too. "I'd just take a mango shake with milk. I'm still waiting for someone."
The waiter reluctantly picked the menu back and nodded to her, glancing at the farthest side of the restaurant before leaving.
She tried to think over lalaland despite the continuous wondering of her mind on why there were so few people; three couples to be exact, plus her. Perhaps… Ruka-kun's… she giggled. He's going to confess? Hehe… No way! She giggled again, her imagination going out of bounds.
Checking her face twice on her mirror, she brushed her cheek a bit with her palm. Then, she glimpsed on her phone to see if Ruka had sent a message. "I told him I'd just meet him here. Could he still be waiting on my doorstep?" she mumbled.
"WHAT?" she heard a yell from the farthes corner. A slim and pretty lady stood from her seat and attempted to slap the guy in front of her but failed miserably because of the guy's quick reflex.
"You cannot be breaking up with me! NO WAY!" she shrieked hysterically, looking desperate at the quiet man who stood as well to stop her on putting shame on him.
The people inside heard him whisper an "it's over" which made the lady stumble down and cry on her own arms. A little later, she walked out ignoring the sorry faces of the few witnesses.
"Ehh. Drama." Mikan whispered.
The guy sat back and took his dinner so all went back to normal and soon, the other couples were gone. All left were Mikan, a few waiters and the unknown guy who was about to leave.
Mikan perked up to see his turning figure when he glanced back at her. Smirk. She saw him smirk! "Hyuuga Natsume…" she managed to mutter before her jaw completely went gaping.
"Sakura!" he said from afar.
Shit! Don't come near me! She mentally screamed. Unfortunately, he did—and with a playful grin on his face screaming out trouble.
"Dinner?" he said, inviting himself for a seat opposite hers. "Or date?"
Mikan rolled her eyes. "Great. Call from you in the morning, a scene with you at noon and a 'fun' dinner in front of you." She snapped.
"Well," he said, resting his back and acting comfortably. "I guess you should get used to it then. I'm your boss after all."
She sipped her almost empty glass and replied, "Right. You're my boss and it doesn't look good that an employee and her employer are seen like this."
He arrogantly leaned on the table, chuckling, "And why? We aren't even dating little girl."
She ignored him and called for the waiter, "soufflé au fromage and endives au jambon please"
He quietly studied her, "Say. You've got a pretty nice French accent, been living long there?". He randomly asked, playing with his fingers on the table as se uncomfortably avoided her stare.
"I've been born there faggot." She replied. When the heck is Ruka-kun coming? I must drive this dim-wit away as soon as possible! "Why don't you take the initiative to leave no Hyuuga Natsume? I'm meeting someone."
Amused, he said, "Dating. I knew it. The Ruka bastard's coming after all."
She gasped, "How did you—"
"Nah. I just guessed and I never got wrong." He replied. "Do you have any idea how long I have been living with Ruka? How much I know him?"
"L.. living? You live with him?"
"Apparently, he's my half shit of a brother Tch." He retorted, finally standing up which eased her for she thought he was leaving.
"Well, I'll tell you something about him and me. He's never beaten me in one crucial thing… timing." He said, pulling her up from her seat then he spun her around her kissed her.
From the entrance, Ruka came in with a boquet of roses with two things in mind. That he must win the game and that he must take Sakura Mikan for his mother.
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A/N: Sup?
