Disclaimer: No I don't own Paradise Kiss, but I would like to own George,
yes another obsessed anime fan girl. "Run in Terror!!!"
Ok, like all those other fanfics out there this is going to be a tweaked version of Paradise kiss, with a bit of self insertion/ original character.
Prologue:
It was raining, again. The sheets of water falling to earth making it hard to distinguish the entrance to the studio, but the directions on the folded and slightly damp newspaper were still legible if you squinted at it closely. Not that Lan needed to, she had memorized the directions as soon as she had seen the small add in the classifieds stating that a position was wanted for a helper/secretary, basically a person to clean and organize, to run the business end of what she guessed was a small clothing shop, from the brief description that had been given. Paradise Kiss, it was a nice name something about it sent good vibes to Lan, not to mention the salary they offered was more than she had been hoping for. Once again looking down at the paper in her gloved hand she searched the storefronts for a sign of some kind, how far 'in the back' was this studio? She nervously glanced around; this wasn't the kind of weather to go sight seeing in, especially in a large city like Tokyo. Taking a deep breath she headed down the stairs aware that the alleyway she had been debating whither or not to enter for the last ten minutes would, at the very least, provide her with a bit more shelter from the elements if nothing else. Taking the wet steps slowly she saw a sign hanging in front of a door way and sighed inwardly at its scrolling letters, she had found it.
Loud music blared from inside, the sign swayed on its hinges to the beat of the base; Lan cringed at the vocals that blurred into meaningless shouting as it passed through the thick stucco walls. She paused, her hand resting on the shiny brass handle collecting herself for her interview. This was one of her last tries before she applied for a job at a restaurant or fast food joint. She hated the idea of having to flip burgers or wait on tables but she would rather starve and live on the street than return back home to the island and face the scrutiny of her cousin, the only family she had left. The door opened before she could get out of the way, she was pushed back into the hallway stumbling as she dropped her umbrella, she reflexively grabbed the figure steadying the girl who had so rudely bumped into her and swiftly regained her balance. The loud music was noting in compassion to the shouting and arguing that she was suddenly thrust into, before she could even apologize the girl was shouting back into the room at a tall figure that stood there. Confused, wet and very tired Lan was not in the mood to listen to the barrage of insults that came from the stranger. Stepping into the light from the doorway Lan could finally see the girls face and she stopped in amazement, barley registering her umbrella in her hand as she picked it up. The rude girl was absolutely gorgeous she had to be a model with those looks, but what surprised her most was that such cruel remarks could come out of a face the beautiful. It was sad really.
"Yukari!" the figure yelled over the music, barley heard. "Yukari, wait!" The figure came close and followed the stomping girl as she made her way up the steps.
"Yukari!"
The loud shout echoed through the hallway and up the stairway, seeming overly loud in the silence left by the abruptly shut off music. Thankful Lan watched the display wondering if she should go in now or not. The young man who went after the girl was surprisingly tall and obviously in some sort of trouble by the expression on his face. Turning to leave Lan was startled when a small hand grabbed her arm and a bouncy 'Hello!' was heard from behind her.
"Ummm......hello?" she looked down at the small hand and followed it up an equally small arm over to a pink headed girl who looked as if she were trying to be friendly while not breaking down and crying.
"Bloody 'ell" was heard from just inside the door, followed by mumbling and something falling. She looked back over to the girl who looked like she could be no older than twelve and was about to say why she was here when she was once again interrupted.
"Ow' what you doin' here?" a tall blonde many with spiked hair was looking menacingly at her, somewhat focused on the small hand that was lightling placed on Lan's arm, a look that spelled trouble for Lan.
"Arashi! Don't be so mean, can't you see she's shivering from the cold?" The small voice reprimanded the taller man and as she talked his face seemed to clear and then appear confused. "She?" Arashi stepped closer to the tall figure, noticing the damp clothing and the slight shaking, the clean cut khaki pants and black shirt with the slightly large coat gave off the impression of a causally well dress young man the small hat tipped to the side giving a debonair quality to the out fit. Stylish. Arashi moved out of the way as Miwako pushed past him tugging on the girls arm as she went, leading them into the studio.
Ok, like all those other fanfics out there this is going to be a tweaked version of Paradise kiss, with a bit of self insertion/ original character.
Prologue:
It was raining, again. The sheets of water falling to earth making it hard to distinguish the entrance to the studio, but the directions on the folded and slightly damp newspaper were still legible if you squinted at it closely. Not that Lan needed to, she had memorized the directions as soon as she had seen the small add in the classifieds stating that a position was wanted for a helper/secretary, basically a person to clean and organize, to run the business end of what she guessed was a small clothing shop, from the brief description that had been given. Paradise Kiss, it was a nice name something about it sent good vibes to Lan, not to mention the salary they offered was more than she had been hoping for. Once again looking down at the paper in her gloved hand she searched the storefronts for a sign of some kind, how far 'in the back' was this studio? She nervously glanced around; this wasn't the kind of weather to go sight seeing in, especially in a large city like Tokyo. Taking a deep breath she headed down the stairs aware that the alleyway she had been debating whither or not to enter for the last ten minutes would, at the very least, provide her with a bit more shelter from the elements if nothing else. Taking the wet steps slowly she saw a sign hanging in front of a door way and sighed inwardly at its scrolling letters, she had found it.
Loud music blared from inside, the sign swayed on its hinges to the beat of the base; Lan cringed at the vocals that blurred into meaningless shouting as it passed through the thick stucco walls. She paused, her hand resting on the shiny brass handle collecting herself for her interview. This was one of her last tries before she applied for a job at a restaurant or fast food joint. She hated the idea of having to flip burgers or wait on tables but she would rather starve and live on the street than return back home to the island and face the scrutiny of her cousin, the only family she had left. The door opened before she could get out of the way, she was pushed back into the hallway stumbling as she dropped her umbrella, she reflexively grabbed the figure steadying the girl who had so rudely bumped into her and swiftly regained her balance. The loud music was noting in compassion to the shouting and arguing that she was suddenly thrust into, before she could even apologize the girl was shouting back into the room at a tall figure that stood there. Confused, wet and very tired Lan was not in the mood to listen to the barrage of insults that came from the stranger. Stepping into the light from the doorway Lan could finally see the girls face and she stopped in amazement, barley registering her umbrella in her hand as she picked it up. The rude girl was absolutely gorgeous she had to be a model with those looks, but what surprised her most was that such cruel remarks could come out of a face the beautiful. It was sad really.
"Yukari!" the figure yelled over the music, barley heard. "Yukari, wait!" The figure came close and followed the stomping girl as she made her way up the steps.
"Yukari!"
The loud shout echoed through the hallway and up the stairway, seeming overly loud in the silence left by the abruptly shut off music. Thankful Lan watched the display wondering if she should go in now or not. The young man who went after the girl was surprisingly tall and obviously in some sort of trouble by the expression on his face. Turning to leave Lan was startled when a small hand grabbed her arm and a bouncy 'Hello!' was heard from behind her.
"Ummm......hello?" she looked down at the small hand and followed it up an equally small arm over to a pink headed girl who looked as if she were trying to be friendly while not breaking down and crying.
"Bloody 'ell" was heard from just inside the door, followed by mumbling and something falling. She looked back over to the girl who looked like she could be no older than twelve and was about to say why she was here when she was once again interrupted.
"Ow' what you doin' here?" a tall blonde many with spiked hair was looking menacingly at her, somewhat focused on the small hand that was lightling placed on Lan's arm, a look that spelled trouble for Lan.
"Arashi! Don't be so mean, can't you see she's shivering from the cold?" The small voice reprimanded the taller man and as she talked his face seemed to clear and then appear confused. "She?" Arashi stepped closer to the tall figure, noticing the damp clothing and the slight shaking, the clean cut khaki pants and black shirt with the slightly large coat gave off the impression of a causally well dress young man the small hat tipped to the side giving a debonair quality to the out fit. Stylish. Arashi moved out of the way as Miwako pushed past him tugging on the girls arm as she went, leading them into the studio.
