Disclaimer: Paris, Tokyo, and any other locations/brand names I may mention within the text do not belong to me (last I checked). Anyone you've never heard of is someone I've made up. All characters from BSSM are the intellectual property of one Naoko Takeuchi, and then a bunch of other companies and bigwigs, whom I am not in association with. Hey, that almost sounded official.
***Love and Time***
***Third Impact***
On the streets of Paris, a young model who went by Chloe was in her limo on the way to a shoot. Tears ran down her cheeks, smearing black streaks of mascara across her powdered face. Her grandmother had died of a heart attack this morning. Chloe had wanted to stay home with her family, but her career was pressing and if she abandoned the photo shoot, her agent had promised she could kiss her future goodbye.
Chloe stared miserably out the tinted window as her agent prattled on about that day's shoot. He showed her a crude sketch of one of the outfits she'd be wearing. "What's hot right now is the sexy schoolgirl," he announced proudly. "And the hottest schoolgirl around is this blond heroine in Japan. She calls herself Sailormoon, and has a collection of other sexy friends with wacky naval pseudonyms. Jean-Pierre is all about incorporating these sailor outfits for the new season."
Chloe didn't answer; she had nothing to say. Outside, it was a sunny, warm day, but in the limo, it had been nice and cool all morning.
Except now it was getting increasingly warmer. Chloe lifted her hair off the back of her neck and fanned herself. "It's getting hot in here," she said, lowering the divider and smiling at the driver. "Could we turn up the air conditioning, s'il vous plait?"
"It's up as high as it goes, cherie. My apologies."
Chloe put the divider back up, sank into the leather seat, and sighed. "Isn't it hot, though, Francois?"
"Yes! Hot! Good, keep in that mentality. We want a sweaty innocent for the shoot," her agent said enthusiastically. Chloe tuned him out once more. It was definitely getting very warm in the car. She rolled down the window and was hit by a blast of hot air that wasn't just her imagination. Francois looked up. "Mon Dieu, it's hot outside. Chloe, roll that up, would you?"
Chloe clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling a horrified scream. Francois's eyes widened behind his glasses, the reflection of a giant, flaming ball reflected double in the lenses. The limo stopped dead, and screams of terror joined together in a tremulous chorus, invading the car along with the heat. Chloe threw herself on the floor of the limo, her arms over hear head. She heard a prayer, and realized it was she uttering it, repeating over and over and over that she live, that her friends and family live, that the whole thing was a mirage.
The limo was the epicenter of the meteor's landing zone. The sleek black car, and all of its occupants, were destroyed.
***Love and Time***
***Third Impact***
On the streets of Paris, a young model who went by Chloe was in her limo on the way to a shoot. Tears ran down her cheeks, smearing black streaks of mascara across her powdered face. Her grandmother had died of a heart attack this morning. Chloe had wanted to stay home with her family, but her career was pressing and if she abandoned the photo shoot, her agent had promised she could kiss her future goodbye.
Chloe stared miserably out the tinted window as her agent prattled on about that day's shoot. He showed her a crude sketch of one of the outfits she'd be wearing. "What's hot right now is the sexy schoolgirl," he announced proudly. "And the hottest schoolgirl around is this blond heroine in Japan. She calls herself Sailormoon, and has a collection of other sexy friends with wacky naval pseudonyms. Jean-Pierre is all about incorporating these sailor outfits for the new season."
Chloe didn't answer; she had nothing to say. Outside, it was a sunny, warm day, but in the limo, it had been nice and cool all morning.
Except now it was getting increasingly warmer. Chloe lifted her hair off the back of her neck and fanned herself. "It's getting hot in here," she said, lowering the divider and smiling at the driver. "Could we turn up the air conditioning, s'il vous plait?"
"It's up as high as it goes, cherie. My apologies."
Chloe put the divider back up, sank into the leather seat, and sighed. "Isn't it hot, though, Francois?"
"Yes! Hot! Good, keep in that mentality. We want a sweaty innocent for the shoot," her agent said enthusiastically. Chloe tuned him out once more. It was definitely getting very warm in the car. She rolled down the window and was hit by a blast of hot air that wasn't just her imagination. Francois looked up. "Mon Dieu, it's hot outside. Chloe, roll that up, would you?"
Chloe clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling a horrified scream. Francois's eyes widened behind his glasses, the reflection of a giant, flaming ball reflected double in the lenses. The limo stopped dead, and screams of terror joined together in a tremulous chorus, invading the car along with the heat. Chloe threw herself on the floor of the limo, her arms over hear head. She heard a prayer, and realized it was she uttering it, repeating over and over and over that she live, that her friends and family live, that the whole thing was a mirage.
The limo was the epicenter of the meteor's landing zone. The sleek black car, and all of its occupants, were destroyed.
