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Chapter 9

Crash and Warning

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Kiri led the young model towards the stage when she spotted the twins being carried away by two burly bodyguards. Screams and cheers were heard behind the curtains, Vicky, being the dramatic rebellious one, blew kisses and waved towards the crowds completely ignoring the glares from the large line of models that were impatiently waiting to go out on stage. However, Gaby just blushed and looked down, pretty ashamed and embarrassed for what she had done.

"Thank you!" yelled Vicky, a large smile plastered on her face, "I thank you all! Your beautiful, my adoring crowd! Thank you!"

"Victoria, please..." whispered Gaby.

Kiri rolled her eyes and pushed Kiki Kato to back of the line. The other models raised their eyebrows as the model walked around in a gray robe with the hood over her face. Some scoffed at her and others were cruel enough to laugh at it, but soon shut up when Kiri turned to them and gave them a harsh glare.

The other members of the Scissors Project watched from the sidelines, though Narumi wanted to place Kiki in front of the others, but was prevented by Kei and Ochiai. Iori and Seki were sent away by Ochiai in order to fetched the kicked-out Bellerose twins and bring them back into the show.

Once Kiki reached the end of the line, music began playing and the hostess of the show began talking to the crowd, trying to calm them down after the twin's performation. All the models were dressed in the prettiest gowns and future summer/spring outfits, but despite the beautiful outfits, their had the uglies scowl painted on their face, tapping their heels. Drama queens, thought Kiri.

Kiki started shaking and violently grabbed the petite hairdresser by the arm, "I...I don't think I can do this. Maybe I should just leave."

"You'll be fine," smiled Kiri, fixing a loose strand from under her hood, "Your beautiful, just be confident in yourself."

Kiki didn't seem very confident in herself or find comfort in Kiri's words. The line of models moved very slowly and just added to her fear almost to the point of fainting. The redish-brown haired hair stylist was having difficulty keeping the model conscious and holding her up at the same time.

Finally, it was her turn up and Kiri hand to lightly slap her awake. Kiki took in a deep breath and slipped off the robe and handed it to the younger girl. Nodding, Kiri sended the model off, through the curtains and onto the runway as the hostess announced her.

"And last, but not least, the lovely Kiki Kato wearing a haute couture bridal gown by Junko Yoshika."

Spotlight shone on the model, revealing the beautiful model. Her once long brown hair was cut and styled into a short finger wave with light brown highlights, framing her heart-shaped face so perfectly. She had a natural styled makeup with dark brown smokey eye makeup and a light shade of pink lipstick on her matching her light pink blush. The dress she wore had a Elizabethan styled corset with sheer silk organza sleeves and a long tail of fabric-crafted flowers tail attached to a princess skirt.

She looked absolutely stunning.

On the outside, she looked like a normal, emotionless model, but on the inside she was screaming and yelling at herself to run away or at least to Kiri. Taking a tiny peek back at the curtain, Kiri gave her the thumbs up and she began her walk.

Kiri, careful, pulled back the curtain just enough to watch the model, but not enough so she could be spotted. The twin's mother is a close friend with Junko Yoshika and often had parties together so it was great luck that she had send a second dress, same as the original, to the twins to bring to the show just in case of rips or tears since it was so delicate.

Kiki walked softly and delicately across the runway, careful to to tear the dress or trip on the long fabrics. The heels they had provided for the shows were ridiculously tall and even the most experienced model could trip in it. But she managed to walk in them and not trip. She, finally, reached the end of the runway were all the cameras, reports and magazine editors stood, judging, not just the dress, but the model, too.

She posed a bit before turning her body 180 degrees, letting the skirt float up in a airy, dream-like wave, showing off the pumps and walked off. Kiki stopped herself from smiling, since models can't show emotion while on stage, and walked back in front of the runway, posed for the final time and disappeared into the curtains.

And fell, out of breath, into Kiri's arm.

"OH, GOD!" she shouted, exhausted, "I was so scared! I thought I was gonna fall in front of all those people!"

"Well, you didn't," answered Narumi, walking up to the two girls.

"You did wonderfully, Miss Kato," complemented Ochiai.

"You were so beautful. Me could not take me's eyes off of you!" said Iori, putting a tiny dish of scented oils under her noise.

"Hey, Kato!" yelled another model, one of the few models that where actually nice to Kiki, "Get back in line, it's time for the model walk."

"Coming," said Kiki, jumping out of Kiri's arms and back into the line that was starting to reform.

"And lets give one more round of applause to our beautiful models," said the hostess into the mic.

On cue, the line of models came out and did one more walk around the runway before lining up in front of the curtain with their outfits, giving pearly white smiles and tiny waves to the crowd. The music began die down and the host grabbed hold the mic and walked down the runway.

"But now," she began, "It is time we reveal the true reason we are here today. Today, I will announce the winner of the 20XX Model Award."

Everyone of the models' eyes wided at the sudden news and the crowd, once again, broke out in cheers. The hostess held her hand up and instantly calmed the crowd down before walking up and down the line of women, eyeing them up and down.

"Every single one of these women are beautiful in appearance and their work on the runaway, but it is not enough to have a pretty face and good foot work to make it in this business. You need the heart and soul as well...and I have made my decision."

The hostess climbed up to the podium, "And the winner of the Model Award is...KIKI KATO!"

Kiki covered her mouth with her hands in surprise as the entire audience, even the media and cameramen, starting screaming and cheering, loud enough to shake the building. The other models looked shock and disgust at the announcement while the hostess walked passed the others and grabbed Kiki's hand and pulled her out onto the runway's center.

The young, blonde hostess handed a foot tall gold statue and a bouquet of fully opened cherry blossoms and white roses. Kiki hugged the hostess and she kindly returned the hug, the room still echoing in cheers.

"Thank you," said Kiki with the brightest smile on her face, "Thank you so much for this, but I couldn't have done this without the help of Scissors Project and Kiri Koshiba!"

The model ran behind the curtain and pulled the female hairdresser out onto the runway infront of the entire audience who erupted in cheers. Kiri gave a small wave to the crowd and bowed along with Kiki.

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"We rocked that show!" screamed Vicky pumping her fist right into the roof of their car.

"I still can't believe we sung eight songs by the Veronicas," sighed Gaby looking red in the face.

"How can you be embarrassed by that? They loved us! Or many their insane cheering that could break the sound barrier was just out of pity," smirked the older twin, "I wouldn't be surprise if the magazine editors there did a story about us."

Kiri just boredly glanced at the bickering siblings before twirling a serveral strands of brown hair on her finger. The show had ended waaayyyy passed it scheduled time and by the time they final got to the exit, it was 9:45 pm, the sky nearly pitch black, 'causing Gaby to call their mother's chauffeur. Normally the three would have taken the bullet train or simply walk home, unfortunately, Gaby had an extreme fear of walking the streets at night. Vicky blames herself since she kinda made them both grow up watching American crime solving shows like Law And Order and CSI, her sis got it in her mind that there were evil men waiting in the dark to kill her. It got so bad that she refused to even step out of the door until their limo showed up.

"You think your limo driver can swing by McDonalds or something?" asked Kiri, her stomach gurggling.

"Sure, we're getting hungry too. Yo, Trever, find the nearest BK and order us three Whoppers?"

"Of course, Ms. Bellarose."

Leaning back into her seat, the rebellious twin let out a big sigh and pulled out her iPhone and started surfing the net while her quiet twin began reading through the lastest issue of Vouge. Kiri, having not intrest in either fashion or blogging, just bowed her head and instantly went to sleep. Pretty much a lazy, mothing special...

CRASH!

"AHHH!" screamed Gaby as she crashed onto the floor of the limo.

The car had been struck by something moving faster ant it decide to crash in the center of the limo where the three girls where relazing. The impaced was so powerful that it knocked all three girls onto the floor and pushed the cars off the road and into a nearby tree. Kiri rubbed her head and wincing in pain when she touched a huge bump on the right side of her temple.

Gaby pushed her sister, who was laying on top of her, off and crawled towards the door and opened it. Although the dark scared her like hell, laying on your stomach with probably a broken arm and slight bleeding from her head was far worse. Opening the car door, she spotted a black colored van with a busted fender, no doubt the car the crashed into their limo, drive away, throwing something out of the window.

Crawling out of the car, Gaby spotted the drive climbing out of the front seat with a nasty cut on his forehead and dialing 911 on his phone. Gaby continue to crawl towards the edge of the road until she found what the driver of the other car threw out. It was a note tied around a rock the size of her fist. Unraveling the note, she held it up to the light from the light pole and read it out loud just as she heard the sirens.

THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

YOU HAVE BEEN WARN

GIVE UP YOUR WAYS, OR SUFFER

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"'Give up our ways?' What the heck are they talking about," shouted Vicky from the hospital bed.

"Please don't scream," Kiri complain, rubbing her temples in pain and annoyance.

It was only about two to four minutes before the ambulance arrived to take the three girls and the driver to the nearest hospital. Thankfully none of their wounds were serious and only Vicky and the driver needed stitches for their cuts. Once all three were in a room and all the doctors and nurse had left, Gaby showed Vicky and Kiri the note which send her sister into a tail spin.

"Maybe we should give this to the police?" asked Gaby, looking down fearfully at the note she was holding.

"And what?" hissed Vicky, "Have them run around like headless chickens looking for some jerk in a black van? And how many people do you think own a black van? 40-50% of Japan? And for all we know it could have been a rental."

The room became silent as Gaby placed the note back into her bag. Kiri didn't want to voice her opinion, mostly like it would have been drowned out with Vicky's complaints. They had already called their parents and, after calming Mrs. Bellrose and her hysterical crying and screaming, were coming to pick them up. Vicky had stopped her sister from call the Scissor Project guys, saying that calling them would only cause more problem since Kiri's 'boyfriends' would never leave them if they heard.

Cue Kiri smacking Vicky on the head with a rolled up magazine.

The twins decide that it was pointless to continue the discussion and went to their separate bed to take a nap. Kiri pulled out the note from Gaby's purse and reread the note over and over again, trying to figure out what it meant. She didn't reconize the handwritten nor did she know what it meant. 'Give up your ways.' What did it mean? Being a hair stylist? Was it meant for her or the twin or for them both?

What did it mean?