AN: I know..I know. I took the longest time to update this story, but I had a really bad case of writer's block, so I just wrote down whatever came into mind. Don't kill me if this chapter seems a bit...odd..compared to the rest of the story. My brain was dead when I thought of it. FORGIVE ME!!
Italics = thoughts
"words" = dialogue
CHAPTER 2: In
The room was silent and ominous. Kuromeru was in the darker part of it, allowing himself to calm down. Those previous two girls hadn't even finished their first sentence when he exploded.
Their voices were just too damn high.
He breathed slowly, taking his time.
The two assassins scrutinized the room without anyone noticing since they were wearing sunglasses. They had purposely been slow in coming in to see most of what their surroundings would be. They stood by the door, noticing Kuromeru's latest outbreak and noted two young men standing, arms crossed, at the ends of the table where their boss was supposed to be.
"Must be them," Ami whispered so only her friend could hear.
"Hm... Interesante...MUY interesante," Usagi murmured, looking at the handsome guys.
Ami smiled and shook her head. "Is this what you call fun?"
"I'll answer that question later. But in the meantime, here comes Mister Millionaire."
"Girls," Kuromeru cleared his throat before continuing. "Please, stand in the middle of the room. Yes. There, thank you."
He was still trying to get himself composed as he spoke to the two young women.
"Now, please, tell me your names."
"I'm Usagi and this is my friend Ami."
"Right. Please go over to Pierre. He'll take a few shots of you two."
Ami and Usagi complied with Kuromeru's request.
"So, what do you think of those two?"
"They don't look that tough..." Usagi said, becoming silent.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing...just.."
"..Just??"
"Just that they're pretty well built, don't you think so?"
"Usagi!!" Ami exclaimed, letting out an exasperated sigh, then figuring out just a second too late that she had said it out loud.
"Is there a problem, Miss Ami?" Kuromeru asked quietly.
"Yes, Ami. IS there a problem?" Usagi asked, looking at her friend slyly.
"I'm sorry. I just remembered something. Precisely how long is this going to take Mr. Kuromeru?"
The latter was surprised that this girl actually was asking the length of this interview, with an annoyed look on her face too.
"It won't take that long," he replied.
"She asked precisely how much time, Mr. Kuromeru. You didn't give her a precise answer." Usagi stated bluntly.
Instead of the expected eruption, Kuromeru laughed, causing even the two statues to raise their eyebrows.
"Well, well, well.. What exactly do we have here? Two spunky young women," he chuckled.
"Spunky? Yeah, well, you could consider us that," Ami said thoughtfully.
"Along with other things not worth mentioning," Usagi snickered.
"And a wonderful sense of humor."
"Um..excuse me, ladies, but I would like to have this done before the day is over!" Pierre snapped at the two teens.
"Oh, we're sorry. You know, we just got caught up talking to your boss. Hey, what are those guy's names?" Usagi asked Pierre, pointing at the young men.
"Don't you think they're just the sexiest things?" Pierre sighed dreamily. "Their names are Heero and Trowa and they're K-baby's new bodyguards. And I'll tell you one thing ladies; I've seen them work out at the gym just a few blocks from here..and mm mm good!!"
Ami and Usagi giggled at their newly found acquaintance and glanced over at their mission.
While the two young women were taking their pictures, Kuromeru was trying to have a conversation with his two new guards.
"These two are..not quite like the usual teenage girls. They..hm...are surely more quick-minded and have brains compared to those other nitwits. Very smart indeed. And they do have looks that could kill. What do you think Heero, Trowa?"
The two men stayed silent, as always, completely defeating the purpose of Kuromeru getting an opinion from them. He looked at them with a questioning stare. When they didn't say anything, he sighed, beaten and resumed to look towards where the pictures were being taken.
These two are too serious. I have to get SOMEONE to get them talking. Hmm.. What am I looking for in a model? Of course looks, personality..These girls both have it...Perfect...
Kuromeru looked more appreciatively at the girls, every now and then glancing at the 'boys' on either side of him.
"Ladies, ladies. Thank you both very much for coming today. I can tell you right now that you both made it in this thing. I'll have Pierre, he's also my part-time secretary, call you to tell you about everything," Kuromeru said contentedly.
"You're welcome Mr. Kuromeru. It was a pleasure doing this, right Ami?"
"Um..well, yes. Thank you for letting us have the chance to be...models...Mr. Kuromeru," Ami said as if partially repulsed by the idea.
Thankfully, Kuromeru was too preoccupied and didn't notice the change of tone in Ami's voice.
"I'm sorry, Ami," Usagi whispered. "I didn't really expect us to make it."
Ami sighed, closed her eyes, and put her hand up to her forehead. "It's...okay..Usagi. Just don't do something like this again, without thinking of the consequences."
Usagi looked worriedly at her friend, then glanced quickly at the bodyguards. She never noticed how damn close they were to them and knew, by the way they were looking at them, that they had heard everything Ami had said.
Bringing Ami closer to where Pierre was, she said, "Ami, don't be so loud next time. Those two heard you."
"Excuse me?" Ami opened her eyes, surprised that Usagi was actually telling her to be careful.
"You heard me. They heard everything we said to each other."
"Hey, you were the one who started talking to me about it!" Ami whispered harshly.
"Whoa..I'm sorry!" Usagi stated, backing away from her upset friend.
Ami pretended to look at Kuromeru, but with her peripheral vision, she eyed the two men he was in-between. She was seen looking by one of them and made full eye contact with him.
So this one is...?? Heero or Trowa??
Those eyes. She felt as if he was looking deep into her soul and finding out everything about her at that very moment. That damn look he was giving her discomfited her so much that she hated it. Looking away, Ami felt her face warm up.
The hell?
"Usagi, let's go," Ami uttered quietly.
What just happened between those two? I wonder.
Usagi smiled briefly at the idea that was forming in her head and stopped smiling when she saw Ami. She looked a little embarrassed and irritated.
"Um..sure, Ami. I guess I owe you anyway. Well, bye Mr. Kuromeru!!" Usagi said, following her glum companion.
***
"Ami, what's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing, Usagi."
"Are you sure? It seemed as if you were going to...well...you acted kind of funny in there."
"Yeah.. I was just.... thinking about something.... Modeling...err..Usagi!!" Ami cried.
"I'm sorry!! I told you that already! I owe you, I know that! Just forgive me now and I'll pay you back later...okie dokey?"
Ami sighed, relieved that she had succeeded in making her friend think about something else other than what was bothering her.
That was a close one.
"Let's see...Why don't we get something to eat first? What about that place there?" Usagi said, pointing at an ice-cream shop. "Let's go! My treat!"
"Okay, Usagi, but don't think buying me ice-cream will get you out of the whole you've created yourself by entering ME in that search."
Usagi, planning on doing exactly that, groaned and continued to walk towards the shop. Ami smiled inwardly, thinking it funny that she knew exactly what Usagi was thinking...sometimes...
***
Usagi cried happily as a large bowl of chocolate-vanilla swirl ice-cream, drenched in oozing hot chocolate, topped with oreo crumbs, nuts, and other whatnots, was placed in front of her, ready to be eaten.
"This is heaven!" she screamed out before indulging herself in the mountain of sweet bliss.
"Usagi!" what seemed to be a man's voice called out from behind Ami.
"Pierre?!" Usagi gaped at the sight of their photographer. "What are you doing here?"
"I was sent by K-baby to watch over you two. He had a hunch that you guys would eat to celebrate your accomplishment. All that ice cream! Usagi, as your future photographer, secretary, and dietitian, I am forced to take garbage like that away from you, starting right now," Pierre said triumphantly.
"WHAT?!?! No ice cream?! No chocolate...nothing?!" Usagi cried angrily.
"I'm sorry, but it's the only way to keep in shape, along with working out every morning at five..."
"......"
"Plus, a salad every lunch and dinner."
"......"
"And a few more little details, but you'll find out about them later. Okay, girls--Usagi! Put that spoon down!!" Pierre scolded the blond-haired girl who had tried to sneak a scoop of ice cream in her mouth while he was talking.
"Aww...please, Pierre? Just one tiny, itsy bitsy little bite?? PLEASE??" Usagi begged, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"No, and don't try those eyes on me, missy. I've seen a lot more men that can do a better job at that than you're doing."
"Err.."
Suddenly, Ami started giggling at the red-faced girl sitting in front of her.
"You know what, Usagi? You don't have to pay me back anymore. I've always told you to think before you act. Well, look what's happened to us now that you didn't follow my advice."
Usagi stared at photographer to friend, then back again.
"Come on you two! I know the perfect place where they serve the freshest salads. Now, don't look at me like that, Usagi. K-baby wants ALL of his models to be healthy and in top shape. Now, COME ON!" Pierre said, finally grabbing the bowl of ice cream away from Usagi, who already had two large teardrops at the corners of her eyes.
After dumping the bowl in the trash, Pierre grabbed both girls' hands and pulled them outside. Seeing the look on Usagi's face, he said something that mildly surprised Ami, and got Usagi amusingly delighted.
"Oh yes, and I forgot to tell you one thing. K-baby also asked me to take you both shopping. He's invited you two to Caplet's Café, one of the finest restaurants here, to celebrate. He owns it, of course, and told me to help you find some nice evening dresses to wear. And..I know what you're going say, Ami. He gave me one of his credit cards to use to buy your clothes, and he never told me exactly how much I--we can spend. Happy now?"
AN: Sorry again for this messed up chapter. Since I'm just fixing this chapter, I'll tell those who haven't already read this story that I had a vote for the couples. Find out who won in the third chapter!! ^_^