Okay so yes I suck but I'm back! And I have a plan! Every Sunday an update! Sounds like a wicked miracle right? (Sorry reading too much Homestuck). Anyways, review on either the chapter or your fav Homestuck character. Enjoy!
Orihime's back hurt. Yes, yes it did, horribly so. She had been stuck in this position for the past hour and well, it wasn't doing much for her posture. Infact she was 99.9% sure it was going to be stuck like that and she would need correctional surgery to fix it. And that would probably be painful, and that thought alone made her want to move but alas, she can't! She was half on the floor and half on a couch. One leg was outstretched, her bare toes touching the back pillows while the other was bent, the delicate bend of her foot resting on the edge. While her upper body was lifted off the floor in a fluid looking arch nut if you played close attention you'd see her back beginning to tremble from exertion. Her arms were above her, one hand grabbing the opposite wrist. Her head was thrown to the side so her auburn tresses were thrown across half of her face and the plush carpet she was situated on. She was clad in a simple male button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a pair of short jean short underneath. Yeppers this was another shoot, one that seemed to last forever since she was stuck here but she wouldn't complain. Though she wished she could, she wouldn't. It would be unprofessional.
"How long do you plan to have her stay like that, take the damn picture and get it over with! We have other appointments!" She grinned underneath the curtain of her hair at the sound of that snappish vpice. That's why she had Rangiku do it for her. She nearly sobbed in thankfulness. She heard the photographer sputter an apology and then she heard the blessed sound of clicking and soon she was DONE! Jumping up into a sitting position she groaned and rubbed at her lower back. She buried her face into the cushion and groaned even louder. You'd think she'd be used to this.
"Thank god that's over and done with. I felt like the muscles in my back were going to snap. This would never happen with Szayel."
"It's too bad his original company needed him back so soon, he's magic with a camera. Instinctly knows your best angles."
"He's like the wizard of Oz but for the camera." She mumbled sagely, earning herself a strange look.
"You say the weirdest things Hime, though oddly it's kinda true." Rangiku laughed. "Now enough strange comparisons, go get ready so we can leave."
Standing she nodded and made her way to her dressing room to grab her shoes. Every modeling session for clothing lines she did they allowed her to keep the things she wore, something about extra endorsement. At first she was tentive about except the expensive clothes but the further into her career the more she began to appreciate the free clothes. Looking around trying to locate her original ensemble of a long ankle dusting skirt and a lavender sweater she frowned.
"Hey Ran-"
"I had your other stuff picked up by Ichigo to take to your house, the little blue men didn't steal you're stuff."
"You can never be too sure, they are veryyy devious creatures." She said, nodding her head at the open door. They were like ninjas. She turned back around before pausing.
"Wait, Ichi was here?" She asked disappointed at not being able to see her friend properly after his return. She had really wanted to see how light his hair had gotten because of the sun. She remembered one time she had gone to the Bahamas and came back her hair was nearly blonde!
"Don't worry apparently there's a meeting at the agency, you guys can talk then."
She nodded walking into the corner of the room and slipped on her black on white polka dotted Doc Martens before digging in her shorts pocket for her favorite fluffy green scrunchie. Taking a second to marvel at how close in color it was to Ulquiorra-sama's eyes she scraped her hair back into a messy ponytail and slipped in her signature six petal hairpins and set her long bangs on either side of her face back.
"I'm ready Rangiku!" She called, picking up her phone to check her messages. Replying to the five she got, she called out again. Rangiku usually always responded, must be ripping into the photographer about early. Hoping her manager didn't make the poor boy cry, she quickly made her way out of the room.
"Hey Rangiku I hope you're being-" The words died on her lips as she saw one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. About 14 good looking people dressed pricey garb stood facing her. Being the type of person who cracked easy under casual scrutiny she internally blanched before bowing slightly.
"Um, hello. My name is Orihime Inoue, its nice to meet you but I'm looking for my manager"
"Aww, she's sooo cute!" One pretty robust girl with turquoise hair cooed and Orihime could feel herself blush.
"T-thank you miss, s-so are y-yo-" "I'm over here Hime." Turning around toward the voice she saw her standing near the wall conversing with a handsome brown haired man standing a few feet away. Moving over to her side she greeted the guy politely.
"Hello sir."
He turned his piercing chocolate eyes toward her and she could feel her face burn. This guy seemed so intense and that was gleaned just off of his gaze.
"Hello miss and you are?" She resisted the urge to sigh at the sound of his voice. It sounded like miracles! (GAMZEE MAKARA PPLZ)
"Orihime Inoue and you?"
"My name is Sosuke Aizen." He smiled, looking kind yet kinda devious at the same time.
"Its a pleasure Mr. Aizen."
"Same here Ms. Inoue." Turning around he turned to walk away. "Think about my offer Ms. Matsumoto, I'm expecting an answer the next time we meet."
"You've given me alot to consider." She grinned though to Orihime it looked a bit strained.
"Rangiku-"
"We're leaving."
Thinking it best not to argue she followed her out the door but not before politely saying goodbye to everyone present with a wave and a smile.
Staring after her for a few seconds Aizen turned his calculating gaze toward his own clients. "What are your thoughts?"
All was silent before Nel beamed and chimed a very chipper "I like her!".
"Good anyone else?"
"Chick's nice enough, kinda jittery like a squirrel but other than that I really don't care." Answered Nnoitora.
Halibel merely nodded, Stark gave a "She has potential", Lilynette grinned and said "Let Ms. Melons join", and from there the agreements accumulated.
"And you also agree, Ulquiorra?" He called to the man lounging about in against the wall.
"I am fine with whatever you decide."
"Good, now, don't we have a shoot to start?"
Ulquiorra stood outside of the studio with Grimmjow on his right currently talking his ear off, which deftly ignored. They had been called here to model not to fraternize. Tuning out the blue idiots outraged shout he walked inside behind the others and noticed a woman standing there. She was fairly attractive with long strawberry hair, lighter than the woman's with strands of blonde mixed in. He identified her as the manager of his label's soon to be recruiter. She was talking with Aizen, most likely about her model and she looked slightly confused and slightly suspicious but her expression shifted when she held the melodic voice flow in from the hallway. Not a minute later out she walked the question poised on her tongue died as she surveyed the crowd.
She bowed and introduced herself, but he had stopped paying attention and focused inward to his own thoughts.
Soon she would be working with them, representing their label and given the title of an Espada member. Yes she possessed engaging features and knew how to pose but what guarantee was there that this girl was good enough? What be able to keep up? There wasn't any, they would have to observe and judge her. And if she was trash like he suspected then she'd be discarded.
Aizen's question drew him out of his reverie. He asked if he agreed. So he answered.
"I am fine with whatever you decide." And his part was done. Time to do what he got paid for.
