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Chapter 7
"GO 'ZILLA MAN!!" Ren's scream echoed through her empty apartment as she watched an old Godzilla movie ( you know, the one with the cheap figurines as the monsters), actually it was the one with the giant moth....Mothera or something....
Ren shoved another handful of dill pickle flavoured popcorn into her mouth, and nearly choked as she began to scream, "Duck you bastard!!!" throwing popcorn at the screen of her tv, Ren nearly shot through the roof as her telephone rang.
Pressing mute and scrambling through the mess of papers on her floor, Ren found her phone and brought it to her mouth, "Mmmph?" spitting out the popcorn that resided in her mouth, she tried again, "Yeah?"
"Hello, Miss Usagi Tsukino?" Mrs. Buttermee's voice barked.
"Wha..oh yeah, that's me!" Ren chirped in fake cheeriness, trying to pay attention as Godzilla landed a rather HARD punch on the giant moth bastard.
"-re interview will be tomorrow at 1:00 pm, clothing will be provided." Mrs. Buttermee droned.
"What? What do you mean, "clothing will be provided?"" Ren burst out, forgetting her act. Why would they dress you for an interview?
Buttermee sighed, "Our specialist will give you teh clothing needed to...impress Mr. Largo."
"But why...."Ren's chin dropped, "What do you mean Mr. Largo?! I'm going to see him in person?!" she screeched, back in Usagi mode.
On the other line, Mrs. Buttermee winced, "Will you cease that...that noise?! My hearing aid will crash and burn!" she sighed in relief as the screeching stopped, "Now, yes you will be having an interview with Mr. Largo....in person, " pride lit up her voice, "but only because I personally recommended you."
"But-"
"No buts, young lady! I put my career and not to mention my reputation on the line for the likes of you! And beleive me, if you don't make a good impressoin tomorrow, I will find you and make sure that no one else will!" Ren had to hold the phone away from her ear.
"Yes ma'am."
Mrs. Buttermee's tone changed in a matter of seconds, "That's alright dearie, now I must be going, goodbye."
Ren opened her mouth to reply, when she was met with another dialtone. 'What's with old ladies and hanging up on me?!'
With a sigh, Ren flicked the remote and continued to watch the old japanese movie.
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Hot water trailed down a muscular chest, plastering deep brown bangs over forest green eyes, and seeming to message all the tension out of his body. Trowa sighed as he leaned his arms against the white tiles of his shower, today had been an overly stressful day.
Flipping his head back, spraying droplets of water everywhere, he stared at the cracks in his ceiling dully, thinking back to the happenings at Burger World that day. 'Why is it she's always everywhere I go?' he ran a bar of soap over his muscular arms, then up over his neck, 'If Sherman finds out that I've been loafing around talking to hot-dog girl, he'll have my ass in a frying pan.'
Massaging shampoo into his unruly hair, Trowa quickly rinsed and turned off the shower. Stepping out, he wrapped a towel around himself, not bothering to dry off. Running hand through his wet hair, he brushed his teeth and walked out of his bathroom.
Stepping over to his rather large window, he looked down the ten stories into the busy streets. 'Looks like I'm gunna have to gather some more info....' looking over to a rather expensive looking camera, Trowa nodded to himself, 'Soon I'll have that bastard in jail, and the business in my hands.'
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Sipping her coffee, Ren waited around the corner from BR inc headquarters. She hadn't bothered to bring her jeep, since it was a nice day, and she could do with a good walk. Leaning her body against the brick wall tiredly, Ren brought the cardboard cup to her lips and grinned.
Yesterday had been an interesting day....first she scores her first point with the target (and in the process losing a hell of a lot of money), and second she meets 'Mr. Mysterious' at a Burger World!! Talk about a surprise! 'Well he is fun to play with....' she grinned, 'and not all that bad to look at either.' But he still ditched her, and she wasn't going to let him get away with it.
Sighing, Ren began to walk towards the large white building, dread a lead weight in her stomach. Ever since she had let her older cousins play 'dress up' (more like 'living hell'), she'd been a bit iffy on letting people play around with her clothing and make up.
"Well, here it goes...."
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Adjusting his lense, Trowa tried to get comfortable (which is pretty easy considering that his procshe has a LEATHER INTERIOR!!!) . Examining the white building that sat before him, he sighed, how long did he have to wait for Largo to come outside?!
Trowa hadn't been able to get a hold on Largo's schedule that day, so he was totally winging it. At the moment, though, he had nothing. Zip. Nada.
As he grabbed a hold of the car's door handle, his mouth dropped, 'Was this girl stalking him?!' Hot-dog girl walked right in front him, totally oblivious to him and his car. What the hell was she doing there!? Decked out in tight flares and a pink baby t-shirt she did NOT look like she was going to work, or to a meeting....what was she doing?
Taking a few photos, the clicking echoing through his now empty feeling, but impossible expensive car, Trowa sat back, surprisingly stunned. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, he decided that if Largo came out, he'd snap a few pictures, but wait for hot-dog girl to emerge. She was going to answer some serious questions!
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Taking a deep breath, Ren knocked lightly, timidly, on the white door. Fidgiting nervously, she waited for the door to open. Moving to knock again, Ren almost fell back in surprise as one of the interviewee's from yesterday ran out screaming, bright red lipstick smudging her face and blue eyeshadow smeared all on her forehead. Smelling of burnt hair and hairspary, she flew past Ren and burst through the door, still screaming.
"Wait! I'm not through with you yet!!" a voice screeched, then followed with a...I guess you COULD call it a laugh..." HAHAHAHAHA!!!" cringing, Ren almost moved to cover her ears, but shrugged it off.
Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a young woman appeared in front of her. Ren just stared. Long dark blue/black hair hung back in a low ponytail, makeup graced her face, but she would have looked much better without it. But the thing that almost made Ren faint was her wardrobe. TIGHT hot pants (or booty shorts) clung to her thighs, and a teenie tiny baby tee that would have been tight on Ren's cleavage, looked like it was going to burst supporting all of this woman's bust. And trust me, there is A LOT of it!
"Uhh...yea...I'm Re-Usagi Tsukino...I'm uhh..." Ren wished desperately that this woman was NOT going to dress her.
"HAHAHAHA!! So you are my next appointment?!" apparently, today was not a good day for Ren Winters.
The woman opened the door wider, "Step into my office!" she waved off Ren's offered hand, "No need for that, "she held up her hands, "I just got a manicure!! HOHOHO!!" she eerr...laughed again.
"I will be your wardrobist for today, Usagi! But you can just call me..HOHOHO!!" she laughed again, "Naga The Serp- I mean Naga The Richest!!!" she 'laughed' again.
HOHOHOHO!!! I am NAGA THE SERPENT, Rin-koi's greatest rival, and I am now taking over this fic since I am the most beatuful and talented writer in all of Secelia..I mean Fanfiction.net!!
Rin-koi hops out of closet tied up with duct tape from head to toe, the only visible thing being her eyes, "mmph umph pphhmmm!!!"
NAGA:HOHOHO what is that, rival? You complement me!
Rin's eyes turn red, "mmph ppphhhm rrrmmmhh!!"
Mysterious black guy form 'Not another teen movie: Maaann....THAT IS WACK!!!
Rin turns towards audience, "mmphmm, rrppmmmhhh pphhhhmmmrr mmmpphh!!" ---"thanks for reviews, guys! sorry so short but I have to go camping for like 5 days with my mom and her boyfriend!!WWWAAAHHHH!!!*plots of drowning him while they're fishing arise in her head* so I'll write as soon as I get back, k?! Luv ya's all!! baiiii!!!"
-slave of writing, Rin-koi