Warning:This chapter pretty much makes this fic M worthy, so read at your own discretion.

Hey, everyone! xD I'm so sorry for the lack of updates since the last time I updated was before the school year started and I completely underestimated sophomore year. But I'll talk more about that in the ending author's note -.-;

Enjoy Chapter 5 of Model Behavior!


-My cerulean eyes fluttered open sleepily from its dreams, gazing at nothing but the darkness of my bedroom. I yawn involuntary as I snuggled deeper into my down comforter, the scent of warm vanilla body lotion lulling me back to a dream-filled slumber.

After all, it was only two o' clock in the morning. I have room for another sweet dream...


Thump.

Thump.

Thump!

THUMP!!

My heart won't stop this rapid beating. The sound of the sheer pounding screamed loudly into my ears and my legs began to burn with this fierce intensity that could not be explained.

"Gomen! Gomen, Gomen!!" I cried out in a breathless pant as I kept shoving and trudging through the crowded streets, desperate to the point of hysteria.

No, please God no…

My name is Hikari.

"Please, get out of my way!" The sensation of tears cascaded out of my Gucci sunglasses and down my cheeks. It probably ruined my crème-foundation. But right now at this point, I don't care.

Honest to God, right now I really don't give a shit about my makeup.

I am an Elite Supermodel.

My unceasing clicking of black heels pounded harshly against the concrete of sidewalks, its path relentless against the wind rushing against my body. I ignored the absence of pain my heels would have normally given me in a situation like this; Instead, I focused on keeping my ruffled chiffon black mini skirt from riding up against my thighs and revealing…well, my not so innocent thong…

Aw, you got to love the spring wind.

Not!!

Hastily, my hands pulled at my white tank top so that it would plant the skirt against me instead of flying with my acceleration. As I stretched the tank with the words Couture bolded across my chest,I realized pulling at the top would enhance the risk of my bra from showing, and thus showing more cleavage than what already bore.

Plus, my long pearl necklace was whipping my skin and it hurt like hell! God! Nothing was working out for me today! My outfit is at risk of malfunction to my current marathon, and my hair is flying everywhere!

My upper-crown of my sleek midnight-blue locks was loosely tied back, my gorgeous swift bangs framing my face. The remainder of hair that was left trailing down beautifully grazed my back, the tail of the hair flowing wildly in the whiplash of my urgent sprint.

I would have looked beautiful, fashionable, and down right sexy today but noooo. If only not for the panic in my eyes, I would have been a dashing beauty on the streets of Yosuga City. But I shouldn't have to be the dashing beautyof Yosuga if Yoshitaka didn't forget to pick me up this morning!

For the love of God! You want to know why I am running, pushing bystanders and pedestrians for the sake of time?

"GOMEN!" I cried out in urgent alarm as I looked over my shoulder, too frantic to sweat-drop at the fact that I somehow managed to knock over a food court and a bicyclist…

Its past noon and I overslept, which is something I never do! In my hysterical panic at the alarm of it all, I called Keiko-san but she did not answer, no one at the PoisePerfect! Headquarters would answer the phone! And to make matters even worse, I dashed out of my Penthouse barely prepared for the day!

I'm talking ruffled clothing, poorly applied make up, the works.

The smallest hope of fixing myself up in the back of the limo lingered while Yoshitaka would rush me to the photo shoot at a madman's pace but even THAT did not work out. Can you just imagine my horrified expression and my bleak scream as I saw my reserved parking space for Yoshitaka empty?! Oh, be glad you missed that explosion of mine, it wasn't pretty.

'He's so FIRED! I'll fire that old ass of his as soon as I see him!' I screamed into a volcanic rage as I rapidly went to punch a confusing number onto my sleek cell phone keypad. But as I went to call for a backup driver, the worst message at the moment that I could ever receive occurred…along with that inevitable high-pitched ding!

Low Battery: Shutting Down…

And I am late for my Career-Changing Photo Shoot.

My skin paled to a ghostly white as I bit my glossy lips, fighting back the intense screams that would have by far corrupted any bystanding innocent's ears. This was not good! This has to be a nightmare!!

'I'm late for the photo shoot with no way to inform Keiko-san, Yoshitaka is NOT here, my cell phone died; I look a mess, and if I show up late or miss the shoot…'

My eyes widened with a horrified gasp.

"Tch, how unprofessional of Hikari-san. Looks like we're gonna have to follow out the shoot without her, would that be okay with you Shinji-sama?" Keiko-san pondered as she turned towards a smirking Shinji. He grinned deviously, "Not at All."

AHH!! I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT BASTARD TO WIN!

So, there was only thing I could do. The only hope for me to break free of this horrible nightmare of a dilemma I had was…run.

Run as fast as I could to PoisePerfect!

And pray to God that if I somehow survive this mad dash and unexplainable panic whelming up inside me, that…that…

That Shinji won't be there at the door waiting for me.


My heels practically skidded to a stop as I shoved open the two grand doors to Poise Perfect! Headquarters, my chest panting, burning, and exhaling all at the same time. I must have been a sight to those who saw me enter with my current appearance. Unlike all the other times, where my entrance was always radiant, coy, and practically goddess-like, this was…erm quite different.

Two words can describe me: Hot Mess.

My skirt was ruffled (and I wouldn't be surprised if it rode up either), my tank was probably pulled down farther than it should (oh, great), my makeup smeared (well, that's sexy.) and my hair was everywhere! (Oh shit, sex head!)

The looks of those who saw me was unreadable, shocked, and down-right offended. Just what I feared. And worst of all, dozens of paparazzi probably got a good snapshot of me in my current state. I can see a tabloid cover now…

CHIC HIKARI-SAMA NOW RUSH-HOUR SLOB!

Great, just the magazine cover I wanted.

"This is turning into one HUGE nightmare!" I moaned to myself in a faint whimper as I quickly ran to the front desk to sign in, completely mortified at the sight of the small digital clock beside the sign-in book.

2:30pm

"Eh?! How did time pass so quickly?!" I nearly shrieked out to myself as I scribbled my name sloppily into the book before hurriedly rushing towards the golden elevators. Once my exhausted self came upon the golden doors that would lead me to my destination, my voice could not contain it no longer as soon as I saw the state of the elevators…all the elevators…

Out of Order.

It could not be contained any longer, I screamed out loud, as loud as my lungs could allow. I slammed my designer handbag against the elevators in sheer frustration, my voice squealing out explicit curses. Then, inhaling a huge breath, I headed quickly towards the staircases…all 200 sets of stairs…

Moaning, groaning, whining, and with everything to loose, I trudged onto the first flight of steps.

Time seemed to go by slowly as I raced up the clinging stairwells that forever seemed to simultaneously build upon each other. My own efforts got me no where as I climbed the endless tower despite the mad attempts I had to ascend the staircase. And as I ran, my mind could not stop the horrors.

What if I'm too late? What if I'm fired?

What if…I loose everything that I worked so hard for?

My breath hitched as I tried holding back the tears, e-everything that I worked so hard for, the perfect model, destroyed! All my hopes and dreams…gone! J-Just like…

!!

Just like…!

"NO!!" I screamed out in absolute angst as the shafts around the stairwell that I raced upon violently shifted into a Pokemon Contest Hall, the once white walls around me becoming that of a stage. The sound of boos and jeers kept ridiculing me and scorning my every move, every step became a vicious memory. Painful and scornful voices breathed down my neck as I kept running, no where to go, no where to staircase was endless. The hopes of fleeing the terrible and violent scenes all just seemed pointless…

It always was so pointless…

"S-Stop!" I cried, the images suddenly shifting into a small fragile girl standing on stage, gripping her cracked pokeball, deathly frightened.

"You amateur!"

The girl tried to hold off her tears as her fist clenched around the pokeball, the blunette herself literally shaking from her sobs. The stairs became so dark…

The anguish that flowed through me was unbearable as dark shadows tried to consume me, my tears flowing and cascading upon the small girl into a bitter rain. If I keep running, would I ever get away? And what would happen if I stop running? Would I just become consumed in my past failure?

Would that be best, to accept my failure? That I would always fail? The ghostly murmur began to chant all around me, Fail, Fail, Fail, Fail…

Or would it be impossible to fail even more if I already had fallen so low?

I clenched my teeth, each step pierced my spirit, and my running became more and more time-consuming. I tried to scream out, but I had no voice…and as that final step towards the door to the 200th floor approached, the worst memory of all flashed before my eyes…

That lethal reverie…the reason for my disgrace…

When it all fell apart…my dreams diminished…

My heart wrenched, my tears gushing out against my shaking figure as I let out a horrifying scream.

Because there waiting for me at the door was a once-familiar blunette, so young and innocent, crying into her tear-soaked Contest Dress. And I suddenly felt everything that she felt:

Agony, Anguish, Misery, and Despair.

There was no trace of Hope.


I don't know remember how or when I escaped that horrifying abyss but I suddenly found myself running down the main hallway, heading towards the studio for the Photoshoot. My running then soon became a brisk walk as I tried to catch my breath What would be the point of running now? The Shoot for today was well beyond over by now (as it only takes a few hours) and I did not want to be seen again in frantic hot mess, bursting through those glass doors like a newbie, an amateur.

Ugh, just thinking about that word gives me a headache.

The halls were vacant as I slowly took in my surroundings, and everything seemed so much more warped than usual. I could not make out the faces of the posters of models that hung along the walls, and whenever I passed by a clock, the time seemed always different. These symptoms seemed vaguely familiar…but I could not point a finger on what was occurring at the moment. Perhaps I was a tad bit hung over from last night…

Wait a second, hung-over? Let me think…

I remember once I came home from that encounter with Shinji last night; a nice bottle of champagne was waiting for me, all sweet and ready to be indulged on. And of course, I drank the entire bottle.

Ah, always a fun time when you leave a girl alone with champagne, a hot bath, cliché romance novels…

And can you blame me? I needed something to keep me stimulated, anything to rid myself of any memories of him!

Come to think of it now, it would explain everything…

It explains why I have slept in, why I haven't plugged my phone in its charger, and that crazy hallucination on the stairwell.

But then how would that explain Yoshitaka's absence? Surely, he would have called to inform me. Wait. Never mind, my cell's battery was dead.

I guess that explains that too. Well it looks like everything is solved now, I'm a tab bit hung-over, and I'm just experiencing a really bad day with some unusual side effects. That has to be it!

Sigh, why me?

However, I am quite relieved to know that this day wasn't particularly at my fault and my professionalism was somewhat still kept in tack. I felt proud now as I approached the glass doors, opening them up in stride as a perfect excuse was ready on my luscious lips.

I knew exactly what I would say.

"I'm so sorry Keiko-san, but I fell ill to a slight head cold, and overslept. I tried to call ahead of time but the building would not accept my calls and that is partially your fault." Yes, that's perfect! Technically, being hung-over is an illness with symptoms so that's not a literal lie, and as well as the phone calls.

That was actually their fault.

Now the reasons behind the illness (hang over), the best lies are the ones not mentioned, no?

Taking in a big contented sigh, I opened the glass double doors proudly, a smug smile gracing my features.

"I'm here! Please forgive me Keiko-…!" My voice stopped dead in its tracks as my smile was wiped clear off my face.

So empty…

I entered through the glass doors while a still air crept down my back as I beheld the vast emptiness of the studio. The air was dry and mild as I slowly took a step forward, each step I took echoing off into the distance and bouncing off the walls.

It was all so…empty. Why was it so empty?!

"Is anyone here?" I called out, my voice echoing as I spoke. My tone was worried, confused, and annoyed all at the same time. I looked around nervously. The makeup station was bare, no clothes hung on the racks, and no cameras were found…

Not even a living soul…

"I guess…everyone left today…" I tried to reason with my utter confusion, but oh, that can't be right. The photographers stay here hours after the models leave to touch up on the frames, and even if my modeling work was done for the day, there would still be a dozen of people here to go over the day's work until the late afternoon.

My feet wondered around, examining everything about the room. The details, oddly, weren't exactly the same as I remembered from the other day. Perhaps I wandered into the wrong studio?

No! That can't be it, floor 200, I'm sure I'm in the right place. Yes, this has to be it! But why was it so different?

I continued to look around, and then I suddenly froze mid-step. Chills were sent down my back as my skin began to flush as my eyes grasped what lay before them…

Oh no…oh hell no…

My eyes widened as my eyes beheld a black silk-sheeted master bed, standing proudly where the white backdrop once stood. The entire bed was decked fully in black and on top of the silk comforter was the word Sin embossed in a golden cursive. I brushed my fingertips along the texture, and jolted back.

The bed felt blissfully warm.

K-Keiko-san must have come up with a new idea for a picture…

Immediately my heart began to beat frantically, no way! No way am I doing that! Topless none the less! Despite my professionalism, this is where I draw the line!

"Oh if they think I'm going to go through with that…" I trailed off with a bitter laugh as I turned to walk away from the scarring imagine but as soon as my back faced the bed and my eyes beheld the entrance from which I just entered, my breath came short. Uncontrollably, my muscles jolted with alarm as I muffled a shriek.

"Oh God!" I cried out in alarm as I flew a hand to my beating heart. "Shinji, you scared me!"

And true to my words, there the man was waiting in the entrance of the studio in all his glory.

Psh, what glory?

Shinji didn't say anything to me as he kept his gaze on me, and it sent a strange presence throughout my nerves as his coal orbs locked with my cerulean. He didn't utter one word, all he did was look. And that emotion of his was enough to make me feel terribly uncomfortable…

I could not comprehend that emotion of his…

"Shinji, are you okay?" I asked, concerned, immediately breaking him from his stoic trance. Quickly I rushed over to him to see what the matter was, and his lips parted to speak.

"Why are you here?" Shinji asked in a confused tone but I could not hear him, his voice seemed far off and hazy.

All my focus was on him.

Why the hell did Shinji have his white-collared t-shirt unbuttoned?! It was too tempting to ignore, my eyes trail down his ripped muscles, his pecks, his abs, his lower lines

"Troublesome!"

"W-Wha?" I shook my head back into awareness as the man snapped. He glared at me, and almost instinctively, I glared back. I mean after all, I could never loose my ground around him!

That Bastardish Devil!

"I had my schedule rearranged and was coming in late today" I stated a matter-of-factly, "But apparently my agents didn't inform Keiko-san or the crew by the looks of it." I stuck my nose high in the air, myself a bird perched high upon my own lie. Like I would tell him I slept in!

"Idiot, we didn't have to model today. Keiko-san gave us the day off." He rolled his in exasperation as he folded his arms around his broad chest; I slightly lowered my nose-raised expression to get a glimpse on how his pecks flexed with his crossed-arms.

Damn it Hikari, control yourself!

My expression slightly faltered along with his words, great! He knew that we had off today and I didn't! Don't get wrong, I'm thankful that my reputation was no longer in jeopardy. But still…

Its one thing to not know and simply brush it off, but it's another thing to get showed up by Shinji! Seriously, why is this idiot here to ridicule me anyway?!

Actually, why was Shinji here then?

"H-Huh wait a second!" I began to protest as he walked past me and heading towards the black bed, my head whirling over my shoulder as I spoke.

"Then why are you here?!" I called out to him in annoyance, he smirked. My voice really did seem to echo throughout the vast studio when it was only the two of us here…and not the usual clamor of hundreds of workers…

"I forgot my phone here, and I came to get it." He searched between the sheets of the bed, and my heart slightly began to beat fasten as the sight of Shinji near a bed, shirtless. My skin began to heat up as I felt myself become red in the face.

And not of anger.

"And why is it on the bed?" I raised an eyebrow as I, involuntarily to my conscious, approached him near the bedside, he himself checking through his phone for any new messages that he may have missed. Shinji merely shrugged his shoulders, his eyes not leaving that black sleek phone of his. "I came late last night to help some people set up this thing." He gestured his head towards the deluxe bed, his eyes did not leave the phone as he appeared to be texting.

"You, helping?" I asked incredulously.

"Don't get any ideas," He spoke gruffly, "I got paid extra for it."

Of course.

Selfish little son of a-

Shinji flipped his phone shut and sighed before placing it back into his jean pockets. Again, my eyes trailed with his hands as they reached his pockets…and then my eyes trailed to his pants…and what was under those pants.

No!

Quickly I snapped myself back to my senses. He was the enemy,Hikari! So quit fantasizing about him!! Geez, if I could smack myself right now without making myself look like an idiot in front on him, I would so do it.

He's such a stubborn bastard! Always making the snidest remarks, not even a proper goodbye last night at all either! I mean, c'mon! "See you tomorrow" in the most hurtful tone possible to someone who tried to be friendly?!

What the Hell!?

What the Hell…!!

Wait.

What…the…Hell?

"See you tomorrow."

"Shinji," I glared accursedly at him as he simply raised an eyebrow, that black bed ever so present behind his built figure. "What did you mean by 'See you tomorrow' when you knew we had off today? And how did you know I would be here?" I placed my hands on my hips, "What's going on?"

A devious yet irresistible smirk graced his handsome features as once again, his smoldering coal eyes stared down at my figure. The look was …condescending and…hungry…

"U-Um…S-Shinji, why are you looking at me like that?" My voice shook (oh no, why?!) as I slowly took a step back, he took a step forward. My skin began to flush; I don't like this at all! That look!

That look!

It gave me this craving in a certain place that no innocence should be proud of!

"Isn't this convenient? Like you don't know." He said lustily as he grabbed my wrist with his one arm, the mere contact of his skin sending my skin into flames.

H-H-Huh?!

"W-What's going on?" I repeated again in a whimper but before I could snatched my hand away, Shinji ricocheted me around and behind him, tossing me effortlessly upon the black bed.

The bed that represented the cologne, Sin.

I bounced up from the toss and before my body could resettled again the silken sheets, Shinji was already looming over me, his body completely straddled in such a way that I could not get up.

A-And in a way that I did not physically want to!

'GAH!! What is going on?'! My inner-chibi self was blushing madly, wailing her arms with swirly eyes as I tried to fight my senses. Shinji stared down at me, his expression lustful.

My breath hitched, and then it happened.

The very man who ruined me dove down slowly to nibble at my neck; my very skin began to heat up. I tried to pull away but my body seemed to have other plans…

This situation…was very bad!!

"S-Shinji!" I tried calling out in a fatal attempt to stop the man from mauling my neck, but that only made it worse. My voice seemed to annoy him, and as a way to shut me up, Shinji crashed his hungry lips onto my gasp of breath.

Onto my lips.

And then my world stood still…

My conscious was sending me bright red flags as I struggled to free myself, but my body became weak with desire and my discretion slowly blurred between right and wrong. I was lost, confused, and had no idea what to do!

Don't fight it, My evil inner self whispered huskily into my ear as I felt my body relaxing against his hold, his hands pinning my wrists above me.

But, like all buzz kills, my saintly self cried out Hikari-chan, don't loose yourself!

With all my strength, my decision on who to follow was set. I shoved my head to the side, my lips finally escaping Shinji's.

"W-What the hell are you doing?!" I tried to scream at him but my voice was already breathless, and he didn't seem fazed at all by my "authority" over him.

He smirked down at me, his body become closer and closer by the second. I squeaked.

"I changed my mind," He murmured as he began to gently kiss my jaw line, "I'd rather take up that off of yours…plus it will…" His breath began to tickle my ear.

"Y-Your-!" I began to stutter a hateful insult that I deep down denied, but he cut me short with what my inner self was shouting to the heavens with joy.

"Relieving our tension." He murmured seductively into my ear as his hands began to travel, releasing my wrists as they lay limply above me. He began to kiss my jaw line, my lower neck, and other places as I still kept my weak protests. His hands began to massage almost every place…to relieve the tension.

"B-But we can't!" I cried out, and he silenced me again with another intense passion-filled kiss.

You know you want to kiss him back, my evil self whispered again and despite my best efforts, I tried to ignore this very true fact. But it was so hard…

You have to earnestly believe me that I tried very hard, I tried so hard, but a moan still managed to escape from my conquered lips.

And then I couldn't help it, I just couldn't.

I lost my pride.

I kissed him back.

Just once to live in the moment, to give into my selfish desires…a-and…

That was my Downfall of no Return

Once I caved, once I had a taste, I, not just my physical desires, wanted more.

Sitting up, my lips still to his fervently, I shoved him down against the bed so that I was on top and it all just unraveled.

I found myself advancing on him, gripping him, touching him, and ravishing him, becoming completely dominate. He smirked as soon as I caved, but I only just found myself kissing him just to make the man shut up! It was practically a battle between the two of us to see who could remain dominate.

And then, it happened. I unzipped his zipper; his hand ripped my skirt, and then he-!!

I-!!

WE--!!

!!!!

"Oh My God!!"I screamed as I launched myself up from my own white master bed in the darkness of my bedroom, my skin soaked with a hot sweat. Pachirisu, who was cuddled around itself at the edge of the bed, shrieked out in a cry as it bounced off the bed, jolting slightly with sparks of electricity. But I didn't notice. I just sat there, panting in the lingerie I slept in. I ran my fingers through my tussled hair in disbelief before looking down at my quivering hands.

"N-No way..!"

I wanted to shriek out against the breath caught in my throat. I could literally see my trembling figure illuminated by the blue lighting of my alarm clock that read 3:30am.

"D-Don't tell me that all of that was a dream…" I panted heavily as I recalled the dream vividly. The worst morning ever, being late, running like a madman to PoisePerfect!, the elevators being out of order, the nightmarish reverie that occurred on the steps…

It was all just a crazy nightmare. Just a dream…

But then, I remembered.

My breath once again hitched sharply as I flung my trembling fingers to my lips, slowly shaking my head.

"Relieving our tension." Those words of his were still fresh in my mind.

"D-Don't tell me…" I muttered desperately as Pachirisu managed to stagger back up to the edge of the bed.

Memories of the last moments in my dream took place, and my body suddenly became overheated and warm. I began to tingle in the strangest sensations I haven't felt in months and I suddenly felt flushed. I clutched my head, my voice almost to the tone of a scream.

No wait, it actually was a scream.

"I HAD A SEX DREAM WITH SHINJI!?" I cried out in disbelief and horror as Pachirisu once again fell off my bed corner but I paid no heed to my poor pokemon.

I thrust aside my comforter, threw myself out of bed, and into my deluxe bathroom, frantically ready to jump into a frigid and freezing cold shower.

Anything to calm my body down!

Stripping down to nothing (as if I was wearing barely much anyway), my feet jumped into the cool white marble of the shower and then I screamed.

The water was passionately hot.

And even after I tried to bear it with my flushed skin, the sexual feelings and memories still did not wash away…


Rings of blue and red puffed under my eyes as I slumped against the backseat of the limo, yawning involuntarily as I could feel my eyes drop under those Gucci sunglasses. The urge to keep my eyes from drooping shut was a constant struggle as I just sat there, zombie-like.

This is, by the record, the worst morning I have ever had in my whole entire life.

Ever.

"Hikari-chan, how much sleep did you exactly get last night?" Nozomi popped up besides me, and I just sat there in the backseat of the limo, dead. I yawned again and she glared at me in an accused fashion. If one thing Nozomi was concerned about more than anything in the world, it was my health.

"I got plenty." I lied towards her convincingly; she barely nudged off the matter. After my late night episode I had earlier in the night/early morning, do you honestly think I would go to sleep after that?

Hell no! I don't want a repetition of Shinji and me doing erm…things!

No thank you!

I groaned again as more memories of him and I resurfaced and I began to bang my head softly against the smooth leather seating, cursing my very imaginative mind…

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nozomi sit there, a concerned expression gracing her friendly features. I fought back a moan. I enjoy Nozomi's company, I really do. But why, especially my traumatic experience, did she insist on visiting the studio today. Plus bombarding me with her concerns and her worries? I mean c'mon, it's practically her fault for being these sexual thought about Shinji into my mind!

Seriously, 'If him and I just 'do it'…

In my dreams!

Wait! Oh God!!

"Oi Hikari-chan, are you sure you're okay?" Nozomi chided heavily again, I couldn't help it, I moaned. "Yes, for God's sake." I complained, Nozomi glared at me.

I saw this and counteracted with an equally harsh gaze.

"Look Nozomi-chan, I had a rough night and I just need time to think…" I muttered as I massaged my temples with my forefingers.

Nozomi sighed, "You want to talk about it?"

"Definitely not!" I blushed deeply as I stomped my foot, catching Nozomi off guard.

I drew in a deep breath hastily, "I-I just don't want to talk about it, okay? Look we're here already." And just as I spoke, the limo swiftly drove up in front of PoisePerfect!'s headquarters and Yoshitaka was quick to open my door.

Like the gentleman he was, I placed my gloved hand in his and I stepped out gracefully in all my splendor. This time around I decided to wear my designer black leather boots that reached my knees and my sexy and short black trench coat-dress. And grazing beautifully along the V-shaped cleavage that shown was a studded diamond necklace that I have received last year ago from…

Well, it doesn't matter who I got it from. I'm only wearing it because it goes fantastic with my outfit that I chose today, unlike my dream; I am not taking any chances there.

Those clothes probably would never get worn again without thinking about him.

Damn.

Nozomi stepped out behind me as I slid my Gucci glasses down to the bridge of my nose, viewing her outfit choice in the sunlight. Sigh, you could tell that Nozomi was a traveling coordinator by the looks of her clothing. Thank God she had a friend like me to completely revitalize her fashion lifestyle.

Since there Nozomi stood wit her stylishly cropped red hair, sporting a white tank and brown blazer that I bought for her the last time she visited. Well, I also bought those skinny dark-wash jeans but those stylish tan ankle boots that she wore, I have to give the girl some credit, she picked them out all by herself. Yet her choice in handbags still suffers, the poor thing still carried around that old traveling backpack of hers filled with her pokeballs and other things, like seals, potions, antidotes, all that trainer/coordinator stuff.

I slid my sunglasses back up to my eyes and clutched my own black and white Versace tote with its gold chain close to my figure. Nozomi smiled at me as she approached but this sense of dread came over me as I knew what was coming next.

She did not let the topic drop.

"Hikari-chan, please, talk to me about this. It'll make you feel better."

I sighed as we both strutted into the building, my heeled boots clicking incessantly together in perfect harmony.

"Nozomi, it's just this really strange and weird dream I had…it's nothing." I lied as my breath began to falter; I still can't believe how badly this whole dream was affecting me. It wasn't the fact that I had it that troubles me, but the fact that I let it happen. I practically initiated the whole damn thing! Plus that whole contest thing…

Nozomi was signing into the guest book as I spoke to her, and she turned to stare at me over her shoulder. I slid off my sunglasses and gave her an 'I'm okay' look with my bright eyes, but Nozomi knew me, she didn't fall for it.

"It'd be best if you talked about it." She stated matter-of-factly as she crossed her arms, looking at me sternly. Uh oh, Nozomi and her Nozomiisms.

The motherly friend has shown herself! Eh…

"I-I will," I frantically reassured while I waved my hands back and forth in front of Nozomi, "J-Just not right now, it's kinda…" I searched for the right word, "Eye-opening."

Nozomi's eyes widened as she fought back a small chuckle, I turned a bright pink as I huffed at her "Q-Quit it!"

She tried to fight back the chuckles as she spoke, "Eye-opening? That's something to think about."

"Please, Nozomi-chan." I moaned desperately as I grabbed her hands in my own, "I woke up petrified, screaming."

Nozomi calmed herself before smiling, "Alright, we'll talk about it over lunch. Sound good?"

I nodded faintly as I averted my eyes in embarrassment, and Nozomi gave me a warm but brisk hug.

"I'll give you some time to get yourself together meanwhile I'll go up and let the crew know you're here."

I nodded towards her kind gesture and with a pat on the back; she left for the golden elevators. I couldn't help, my left eye twitched as the one elevator opened for Nozomi right away.

Not fair.

"Well, there's no point in just standing here…" I muttered then sighed, better off to bite the bullet then get shot. Right?

Heading over to the sign-in book and letting the receptionist know that I have arrived (Probably was the highlight of the poor girl's day), I was handed a pen to sign my name. I took the pen swiftly and began to write my desired signature, an art form that I have perfected years ago from many autographs. But just as I was about to dot my i with a cute heart, the receptionist's words made me stiffen like a corpse.

"Good Morning Takeo-sama! It's such an honor and surprise for you to visit us today!" Her way too peppy voice giggled, the element of excitement present in her tone.

My whole body froze mid-writing as it still laid hunch over from signing the book. Those cerulean orbs of my eyes widened as I felt pressure build up in my hand as I squeezed the pen too tightly.

No…

"Good morning, Hanna-chan." A smooth and familiar male voice spoke from behind me, his tone dripping with charm.

I-It can't be…him

I suppressed a hitched-squeak of surprise as I slowly stood up and turned to face the man from behind me, and then shocked cerulean eyes met stunning gold eyes. My pink-glossed lips began to tremble as I felt both my hands knuckle into a tight clench, and then I forced my eyes to stare at him defiantly as he stared smugly back with those eyes.

Those same gold eyes that hid so seductively behind his sexy auburn hair.

That same tanned skin that was so well-dressed in a rich Armani suit.

That same condescending smirk that grazed upon my bombshell figure.

The very man who caused me more hell than I ever had to endure…the same man who almost ruined me…

My ex-boyfriend of three years.

Takeo.


Poor Hikari! Looks like Little Miss Elite is hiding something big from us and herself. Could it be that she has fallen for a certain trainer and that little fantasy on the bed was a premonition of her own desires? Or was it all just a painful reminder of a haunting secret? And who the hell is this Takeo guy and why does our little vixen hate him so much? Better yet, why is he back in this not so glamorous picture? Makes you wonder if Hikari should really fear the future than linger on her unfortunate past. Oh how the mighty fall from grace so easily, and how prettily the secrets unravel. With somone like me around, I'm sure to reveal them all.

So sit still lovelies, our precious blunette's life may just fall apart all over again if she just doesn't watch out.

Mwah!- HG10


*You like the little summary I just did? I got the idea from one of the best series in the world Pretty Little Liars ( highly recommend it), but I think at the end of every chapter now Ill add those little notes to further the suspense and help clue you guys in on what's to come and get you all thinking ;) Which reminds me, I better go add them to the previous chapters so reread them xD

Again, I would like to apologize for the lack of a update. The truth is, I had this chapter written but then decided I didn't like it, so I rewrote it. And then guess what, I decided to discard the rewritten chapter and just use the orginial. Forgive me ? LOL, but that's partially because of my Honors II English class. It's my very first AP class and I really learned alot about writing and writing techniques, which made me decide to fulfill a career in writing :3 My english teacher told me that my writing interpretation and perception is incredible but I prolong my sentences too much ^.^; So I'm going to try to revitalize my techiniques a bit so it's important that you tell me what you think!!

So next up is the update to LM:TSATB, so look forward to that xD!

Ciao!