Title: Kiss, Kiss, Fall In Love (3?)
Author: P.L.S.
See Chapter One for the rest of the header... Chapter Two as well.
Author Note: Work, Classes, & Sleep as well as editing a friend's original fic... in other words I'm damn tired and while torturing Haruhi is stress relieving, it also takes time that I really only have on the weekends. In other news you owe this fic to the image album & vocal songs from Gunslinger Girl. Fast Italian rhythms, piano, violins, & gunshot sfx... mmm...goodness.
Disclaimer Part Drei- If I use brand names they will be either designers or mostly American. I will try to use the generic names (writing HP fic was great for teaching me how to write for an international audience.) I do not own the brands, quotes, or slogans I may use and if I confuse, tell me so I can fix it.
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Hikaru looked over the collection of leathers that his mother kept in her warehouse cum studio. He had left Kaoru and the newbie with Rina and Yoriko Suki, the makeup & hair stylists that his mother had fallen in love with. Not romantically, never that, but their work together was always amazing and if anyone could turn that sow's ear into a silk purse, it would be them.
He and the back & rival collection's manager, Mitsui Hideki, had taken the measurements and were now trying to sort through and find something that would look right on the stage and not make Fujioka look like he was playing dress up.
"What about the fall '97 leather?" Mitsui suggested holding up a pair of pencil legged tousers in a medium red-brown.
"It could work, metallic cream button up with a long patterned vest in reds oranges and golds." Hikaru said and Mitsui bobbed his head.
"Vibrant, but compared to the things you have your band mates in, it wouldn't stick out and complete the rainbow of colors."
"Which would be perfect as both Nekokawa and Bereznoff only wore black and maybe if they were in a happy mood, dark purple, dark indigo, or charcoal gray." Hikaru griped and Mitsui nodded again, it was a complaint everyone who had ever worked in clothing the band had voiced, especially Hikaru and Kaoru. Hikaru let go of his irritation and bit his tongue as he started to think about shoes and accessories.
Hikaru noted that Mitsui went off to find the shirt and vest while he was wandering over to the chests of costume jewelry and racks of all sorts of footwear. Realistically he knew that to get the right look he'd need to bring the little doll up and play mix and match after the clothes were just right, but to start he needed an idea of what he thought would fly.
He was in the middle of searching the toe rings when his cell phone started to play Kaoru's ring tone. He pulled the little thing out of his back pocket and put it on speaker.
"Yeah?"
"You know how you thought the geek wouldn't look great?"
"Um, yeah. Why?"
"He's a bishounen."
"What? I thought you said the geek is really a bishounen, but that can't be right."
"I did."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Did you get the before shots?"
"Yes, one of the intern's is running them down to the one-hour photo shop."
"Good, the slaves need more pointless and menial tasks." Kaoru let out a bark of laughter and Hikaru hung up and went to find Mitsui. But before he left that section of the collection he grabbed a pair of painted red flip-flops made of straw and bamboo.
He found Mitsui pulling a rack of vests and jackets, all in bright fiery colors and intricate patterns. most had at least a touch of glitter or gold and one was just orange sequins. Together they used the freight lift to get to the main floor where the studio was. In the center was the staging and photo area where hair makeup and last minute details were taken care of before the final products were captured on film for both portfolios of the seasonal collections as well as just for the company's records.
It was in the midst of a few models, Suki, Rina, their assistants, the photographer, and a gaggle of others Fujioka was sitting dazed and confused as a rabbit in headlights with Kaoru directing the admiring hoard.
Hikaru took it as a good sign as he had yet to see the boy's face.
He pushed, kicked, and whined his way through, with Mitsui following. He was usually rude, so most took no offense at his brashness and they started pulling their friends back and out of his way before he stepped on them. After what seemed to be forever, he was at the center and got his first look at what he now thought of as Fujioka's true face.
Large, clear, guileless eyes.
Clear, smooth, pale skin.
A small nose that was slightly pointed but still round enough to look average.
Thin eyebrows arched in surprise at the antics of Kaoru, Rina, and Suki.
A moderately sized mouth with thin lips that was in a cute pout.
Chocolate brown hair with long bangs that were in his eyes half the time.
In other words, as Kaoru said, a bishounen. Hikaru was pleased at the development, the innocent qualities would come off as adorable to their fans and would contrast well with the rest of the group. The music that Fujioka ran through before they had whisked him off was simple but effective and pulled the sounds together, which was just what he would do aesthetically too.
"What have you found for him?" asked Kaoru.
"Kidskin trousers from Mother's Fall '97 collection, a suitable shirt, and these." Hikaru gestured to the rack.
"I'm not gonna have to wear all of them, right?" asked Fujioka with a nervous smile.
"Well, we need to see what will look best on you." said Mitsui in his normal calming tone. Fujioka gifted him with a smile and stood up.
"Come on, let's get you in the pants and shirt, at least." Kaoru started to steer him to the changing tent. Hikaru fell into step with his twin and just as they entered the tent Fujioka ducked out of their grasp and took the clothes.
"Okay, I'll change, but get out."
"Shy?" Hikaru teased. Fujioka's face lit up with a blush and he dropped the clothes on a bench before grabbing their forearms and almost tossing them out of the tent. Hikaru just managed to catch his balance and shared a look with his twin. The person in the tent didn't tease back or bluster. The person in the tent didn't move like a guy trying to get two annoying people out of his way. The person in the tent was not a boy at all.
Fujioka was a girl.
