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Love on the Catwalk : Chapter 02

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Reason to Change #2 : No more slave work

"Serena, can you go get breakfast for us? Thanks." Rei Hino placed a notepad paper and money on the corner of my desk before walking off to do who knows what.

I sighed and grabbed the discarded items before putting them in my purse and making my way to the elevator.

As the official slave girl of Mode Magazine, I always end up running errands like buying breakfast, making copies, moving things, and etc.—and I also end up doing all the hard work, like staying overtime and finishing a paper or something for someone else and getting no credit in return.

But it's not like I ever complain—I really am too meek.

Rei Hino is the chief editor of Mode Magazine, several positions above me and always left no room for argument. She's very pretty, with stick straight ink black hair and clear, pale skin and a supple body.

But looks don't tell you anything about the inside.

She's very … bossy—if you know what I mean.

I've never seen her smile warmly at anyone before and she never hands out compliments—ever. She always manages to find one little thing to prevent her from doing so. When she gives you a curt nod after looking over your work, the clouds seem to open up and the birds sing—yes, we are a pathetic bunch of approval-seeking losers.

And how can you forget about the nickname?

The other workers call her "the dragon" behind her back and often joke around that "she's gonna torch your ass".

The funny part is that it's totally true—quite sad, really.

Well, whatever.

I got off at the lobby and made my way out to the Korean deli at the corner of our block.

"Can I get two bagels with cream cheese, one ham egg and bacon, two grilled cheese sandwiches, and a fruit cup with six ice coffees?" I listed off. Mrs. Lee shouted the orders to a worker and took my money, returning $3 for change.

Eying the three bucks at hand I wondered, 'Now, what can I get for $3?'

Okay, okay, so what if I'm spending the money of my peers? So shoot me! I deserve something good for all the crap I do for them and it's not like they'll ever find out; it's my own silent-mini-up-yours rebellion.

After grabbing myself a muffin and carton of orange juice, I stopped to look at the magazine rack on the way back (Mrs. Lee has a thing for fashion and such). Right up front I saw the latest issue of Mode; Mina Aino sensually smiled back at me from her seat on the antique couch we had scrounged up from a dinky thrift store and labeled as the most befitting seat to grace the Great Mina Aino's ever so elegant tooshie.

'Oh please,' I huffed and scanned my eyes over the several other glossy covers.

'Couture, People, The Times ….'

And that's when I saw it.

'OH … MY … EFFING …!'

scene

"Seiya Kou, what the heck is on the cover of Spotlight!"

I was sitting cross-legged on the toilet cover of the last bathroom stall back at the Mode floor, muffin and OJ long forgotten.

In my hands was the newest copy of The Spotlight, a popular woman's magazine that "spotlighted" random trendy things of the time. Taking up the whole front cover was Seiya and "the smile", but that wasn't the problem; the problem was that he was caressing a rather grandeur frame with MY front and back profile to one side and a horrendously blown up picture of my face on the other.

It was from last weeks show. The question was: what the hell was it doing on the front page of a magazine side labeled 'Seiya Kou : Who Exactly Is This Mystery Woman?'!

"Oh, you saw it," Seiya replied from the other end.

"How could I not! My face is blown up like no tomorrow!"

"Have you read it yet?" He was blatantly evading my verbal attacks.

"I don't know." Oh, my sarcasm was downright oozing off those words. "I was kind of too caught up with the fact that I'm on the cover of a magazine!"

"Just go to page 57," he sighed. I contemplated giving him a piece of my mind.

"…Fine."

Flipping through, I found that there were three full-page spreads of him alternating on the left and right with pages of text.

"Read the whole thing before you say anything," he commanded.

Silently, I glued my eyes onto the paper and practically ogled every part of it up. Snippets go from "She's more than just a pretty girl—she's my best friend and muse." to "I've already drawn up sketches of my next line." But what baffled me was how everyone thought that I was pretty—no, beautiful.

"… 'So who exactly is this mystery woman and have we lost Seiya to the blonde goddess? Well ladies, we can only hope it isn't so andI get the feeling that we'll be seeing a lot more out of this Usagi character in good time.'," I ended.

Silence reigned for a long while between us.

Then, I heard Seiya softly speaking over my cell. "So what do you think, Usa?"

"…."

"Will you be my model?"

The familiar question lingered awkwardly in the air and cornered, I decided to take the easy way out.

I hung up on him.

scene

It was 10:30 PM when I got home. I neatly placed my shoes in the cabinet and my purse on top of it. I felt the familiar swish of fur on my ankles and I laughed.

"Hey there Luna," I whispered as I scratched her chin. "Are ya hungry?"

Looking over to her cat bowls I saw that there was still some food left.

Ugh, I'm housing a princess.

"I don't see why you can't eat old food," I murmured as I cleaned out the bowls and put in fresh food and water. Luna padded up to the bowls and ate and drank away. She refuses to eat food more than an hour old.

Seeing as how the red light on my answering machine was going off, I pressed the button to play them all.

'They're probably all from Seiya.'

"First message, 10:00 AM, beep. Since you tuned your cell off I'm going to call you here until you pick up … every hour! You can't avoid me forever, ya know? Beep."

"Second message, 11:04 AM, beep. Me again. I'm going to keep calling. And I might as well talk to you through these things since I know that you can't stand deleting your messages until you hear them all out."

Damn, he was right.

"You have to model for me Usagi! Think of all the fame, fortune, and celebrity! And I know deep inside you want to do it, too! You have nothing to be afraid of—everyone thinks your gorgeous—not just me. Think about it. Beep."

"Third message, 12:02 PM, beep. You're a hot item, Usa. Do you wanna hear how many people have been asking for you? Twenty. Twenty! Hurry up and get your ass over here. Beep."

And so on and so forth. The messages got more and more warped until he sounded like a crazy person by the last one.

"Thirteenth message, 10:05 PM, beep. Serenity Tsukino (oh no, he's using my real name), if you don't call me back the second you get home things are going to get ugly. Don't forget … I know where you live! I have the key too! You can't escape me! You can't! Beep."

Oh shoot. I had forgotten all about the key.

'I can get the locks changed.'

"Fourteenth message, 10:20 PM, beep."

'Oh, it hasn't been an hour yet though …'

"Hey Serena! Guess who?"

It was Lita Kino, the only friend Serena kept in touch with after high school (not that she had many in the first place). Lita had defended her from a bunch of jocks and then they had gradually become friends—nothing like her and Seiya but friends none the less. Lita had gone on to become the owner and chef of a very popular restaurant called Jupiter.

"Yeah, it's Lita. It's the 3 year anniversary of Jupiter this Saturday at 8 and I was wondering if you'd come? I'm going to take that as a yes beforehand since I know you wouldn't miss it for the world. Ciao, see ya then. Beep."

'Great,' I sighed. 'Two days to pick out what to wear.'

scene

"Serena, would you mind staying to finish this up?"

I looked up from my desk in time to see Rei drop off a pile of folders.

"Ah, Ms. Hino," I started. "I have to—."

She focused her sharp eyes on me. "Is there a problem here?" I literally visibly gulped.

"No, you see—," I started once again.

"Good." She turned her eyes to her manicured fingers. "I have to go to the 3rd Jupiter Anniversary and cover the whole thing. Have these on my desk before I get here tomorrow morning."

With that, she quickly span on her heel and walked away, her red heels clicking behind her.

"I have to go there too," I finished feebly behind her. I clenched my fists and went as far as to throw my monitor-cleaning stuffed duck against the wall.

And then I proceeded to go around my desk to pick it up before neatly placing it back on top of my monitor—I'm such a neat freak.

Looking at the stack of folders, I sighed. It was already 7.

"Let's get started."

scene

Just my luck.

"Why God, why!" I shouted out into the rain.

I had gotten out of the office at 10 … the anniversary bash wouldn't have ended until 1-ish so I had plenty of time. And then it started to drizzle.

'It's okay,' I had thought. 'I'm going to call a cab anyway.'

And then I proceeded to stand in the middle of the street, trying to haul a cab. Unfortunately, no one really noticed me. And then it started to rain.

'Okay, I'll just take the subway,' I thought.

And then I realized not only did I not have a Metrocard, my smallest bill was $50. So, I proceeded in buying and $50 Metrocard that I'd probably never use again.

And then, I got totally lost in the whole subway system. I had no idea where I was and I decided to get back up to the surface. It wasn't raining anymore so I decided to walk it. I was about … 25 streets away from the restaurant.

'Manhattan streets aren't too long, I can walk it.'

It was 11:30 by then. I still had one and a half hours or so. And then, it started pouring out of nowhere. My only pink suit (aka the only non-gray/black/navy skirt suit that I own) was drenched, my pantyhose was running, my shoes were a goner, but luckily, my bag wasn't doing so bag—it was a bit dry from being under my armpit and it was pretty thick so the contents weren't totally wet.

And so, here I am—it's 12:15, I'm not wearing any shoes, my glasses are all foggy, and my hair is sopping wet. Well, at least I haven't been mugged yet.

I must look like a crazy woman.

Well, the bright side is that I only have two blocks to go. The bad side … I look like a sopping wet crazy woman with shoes for weapons.

'Who am I kidding? Even if I get there, I wouldn't be able to take a step inside. I'd be an embarrassment.'

And so, even when I saw Jupiter in all its glory, with its 3rd Anniversary sign emblazing across its front, I opted to turn around and step into the closest open store that I could find.

scene

After opening up my bag, I found that everything was surprisingly dry.

I was sitting on a high chair up in the front of an open diner … Manhattan Diner or something along those lines. I didn't feel at all bad about dripping all over the seat—it was a pretty dinky place and the workers were pretty rude towards me.

Seeing my missed calls, I saw five from Lita. She had left no messages though.

I sighed. 'What do I do now?'

I covered my face with my hands, glasses and all.

I felt someone sit next to me but I was too distraught to even pay any mind. He—llo? I'm miserable here.

"One chocolate milkshake," he ordered.

'Hmm… he has a really nice voice.'

"Seems like you're having a pretty bad day there," he said.

'Is he talking to me?'

"I've been having one myself. Being surrounded by superficial people and putting on an act all the God damn time—it's nauseating."

"… But looking at you makes my bad day seem great," he continued.

'Gee, thanks.'

I felt something land on top of me and peered up to see a tunnel of darkness.

"Well, I better be off now—time to face the music. You can keep the jacket—and the milkshake; chocolate always fixes everything."

And then he was gone. When I finally pulled the jacket off me, I saw his chocolate milkshake innocently looking up at me, whip cream, straw, and all.

And then I truly started to cry.

end Love on the Catwalk : Chapter 02

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