Note: My attempts at trying to write something different… something that I usually like to read about… fashion, back talking, and gossip. Plus, drama, drama, drama, as I like to say. It's kind of like the movie "Mean Girls"… Anyway, I hope you like it! This is an effort of trying to write two stories at once… Please review!

Something Pretty

Chapter One – So Sweet

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MIMI TACHIKAWA, the hottest top model in Japan has been spotted on the covers of fashion magazines to the runway. Mimi made her debut modeling for top designer Mika Nakamura, and is now seen on runways all over the world. At only 19, she has managed to become the most sought after model in Japan, and the cover girl for designer Nami Sato's newest fashion line…

Mimi Tachikawa flipped the magazine shut and leaned back in her lounge chair, a satisfied smirk played across her face. She looked out of her window lazily, the sun hitting her chestnut tendrils as she took a sip of her strawberry margarita. Now this was life.

Her cell phone began to ring, and she glared at it, annoyed at its constant shrilling. She quickly grabbed it and flipped it open, placing it against her ear, "Yes?"

"Thank God, you answered, Mimi! Do you know how long I've been trying to get a hold of you?" Shrieked her manager, Hana Ito.

"Um…" Mimi glanced at her nails, and thought of how just that very morning, she had disconnected her house phone to get some R and R (Note: rest and relaxation). She should've thought of turning off her cell phone.

"Well, thank goodness you finally answered. I just wanted to tell you that…" Hana paused dramatically. She was fond of drama, and loved to act dramatic, "…you got another photo shoot!" She finally announced.

Mimi rolled her eyes, "I thought I told you that I was on a break right now."

"But I couldn't resist! Just one more! Trust me, this one is great. It's for the cover of—"

"No." Mimi interrupted.

"Well, I'm sorry, honey, but I'm waiting outside your apartment right now. The photo shoot begins in two hours!"

Suddenly the blare of a car horn sounded outside. Mimi peeked out the window and saw a limousine parked outside with Hana, a tall blonde women with chubby cheeks, standing on the sidewalk. She looked up at Mimi and waved.

Mimi almost screamed. What the fuck was her problem! She quickly grabbed her purse and marched downstairs. When she reached the limousine, she walked right past Hana and hopped into the car. Hana slid in next to her.

"I know you're probably pissed off at me for booking this last minute, but trust me, sugar, it'll take you one step higher on the ladder."

"What pisses me off is the fact that you actually booked this thing anyway. Were you even listening to me when I told you I wanted a vacation? A little me time? What the fuck was going through your mind when I was talking to you about that, anyway? The idiot parade?"

Hana chuckled. Obviously, Mimi's words had no effect on her. "If you wanted a vacation, you shoulda gone to Tahiti. Anyway, It's a quick shoot, you'll be in and out of there in no time flat. It's for a new designer named Dominique! She's French, you know, so that's gotta be impressive!"

Mimi narrowed her eyes at her, "French or not, I'm not modeling for some amateur designer."

"Now is not the time for you to turn superior, darling." Hana scolded.

Mimi ignored her and turned her head to look out the window. It was tinted, of course, but what was great about that was that she could see perfectly well outside, but the world couldn't see her at all inside.

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"Welcome, Ms. Tachikawa!" A man with thick framed black glasses greeted her as she walked in the studio, "We're so happy to have you here! Please follow me, and I'll get you stared on hair and makeup."

Mimi silently followed him, glancing around at her surroundings. The studio was considerably smaller than others that she'd been in before; plus it looked more like a warehouse than a studio. Mimi made a silent note to kill Hana afterwards for booking this piece of crap.

"Please have a seat." The man said, and Mimi snapped back to attention and looked at the chair that he was gesturing to. She sat down, staring at herself in the mirror.

Of course to everyone else, she was completely flawless. She was the type of girl to just wake up in the morning and wash her face and become an instant goddess.

But, to Mimi, she looked horrible. She leaned closer to the mirror and poked at her skin, disgusted at how "big" her pores looked. As she was examining her face, a voice broke her train of thought.

"Mimi Tachikawa?"

Mimi looked up and saw a short but pretty young woman with straight black hair and big brown eyes standing behind her. Mimi turned around and flashed a smile at her, "Yes…?"

The woman smiled and shook Mimi's hand, "My name is Dominique, I'm very pleased to meet you." She talked with a thick French accent. "I've heard so much about you."

"Nice to meet you." Mimi said, still smiling her fake smile.

"First we're going to put you in hair and makeup…" She continued to list the schedule, then stopped, as if suddenly remembering something, "Oh, dear. I also forgot to mention that we're having another model in the photo shoot as well. I hope you don't mind having to share the spotlight. You're going to be partners."

Mimi blinked. She had done some photo shoots with other models before, but she never actually had to share the camera in a photo shoot. Honestly, she didn't like it. "Oh, it's no trouble." Mimi said.

"Great. Let me just get her, so you two could get to know each other." Dominique said hurriedly, rushing away.

Mimi sighed and sat back down. She played with her hair and wondered why the fuck she had to meet the model. She rummaged through her purse and took out a cigarette, lighting it and took a long drag.

As she was puffing on her cigarette angrily, Dominique's French accent sounded off behind her, "Mimi Tachikawa, I would like you to meet your partner in the photo shoot."

Mimi slowly turned around and laid eyes on a tall auburn haired girl about the same age as her standing next to Dominique. The girl was beautiful; her dark brown eyes were framed by long, dark lashes. Her hair was shoulder-length, and curled out slightly, her milky white skin was smooth and flawless. Mimi tried hard to find an imperfection: a mole, a scar, any kind of disfigurement. Sadly, she couldn't find a thing.

"Hello, my name is Sora Takenouchi." The girl said, smiling and shaking Mimi's hand.

Mimi cracked a phony smile, "Mimi Tachikawa." She shook the girl's hand, but secretly wanted to claw her to death. She couldn't afford to have competition now…

Mimi pictured her life in the future: Filthy rich, still beautiful, sailing on her 24-bedroom yacht with her handsome and equally rich boyfriend, laughing into the sunset. That was what she planned.

But, if this slut came into the picture and stole the spotlight, then what would her future as a model be?

Alone. Fat. Poor.

That was definitely NOT going to happen. Besides, Mimi had no reason to be so paranoid. She was Japan's "it" girl, and right now, the limelight was on her, and no one else. Even if this Sora was to become a famous model, she wouldn't even measure up to Mimi. She had worked way too hard to be kicked out of the game in this stage of her life.

As stylists began to work on Mimi's hair and makeup, she glanced over at Sora again, sizing her up, again looking for flaws. Again, there was none. Mimi cursed silently under her breath.

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TO BE CONTINUED.

Yeah, it was short. God, I hope you weren't too bored by it! I just wanted to write a fic that had Mimi and Sora portrayed as rivals and I wanted to mess with Mimi and screw up her life, haha. But, beside the point, I hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think! Please note that this is not a yaoi/yuri fic…