In Preparation:
1: Give away all my clothes.
2: Throw away all my make-up (I put up a little fight to this, but was quickly reassured that there was a point to this.)
3: Pack only undergarments.
4: Pack only toiletries related to dental and facial health.
5: Get laptop and cell phone from parents for communication devices.
After all this, I was confused, yet ready to leave. I decided to drop out of the middle school early and Mrs. Hitachiin brought the contract over immediately for me to sign. And after that, I was given instructions, and now, here I am.
In a stretch limo with Yuzuha sitting across from me on her cell phone, while I was twitching from the clothes that she provided me to wear.
A robe.
She was taking me to get more prepared for the traveling. She went to her studio, and that was equipped with enough professionals, she said, that I could do all that I needed to do.
For example, I got a acne removing facial treatment that made my face feel better already; to the saloon, where they cut off all but a few inches of hair, making it spike in all directions which I thought was really cute; to the dentist, where my teeth were cleaned, and to the orthodontist where braces were placed upon my teeth. From there on, I went to get my wardrobe of the month, sense were going on tour to several different countries.
After all that, I felt as if my depression was beginning to lift, and that alone made me so much happier.
And since we had to hop a plane that left in the next five hours, I had to hurry to pack clothes that she gave me, mainly cute tops for flat-chested girls, which I thought was really nice.
I run my tongue over my clear braces, as I smile into the mirror. I feel BRILLIANT, glowing and everything!
I ruffle my hair slightly and follow Mrs. Hitachiin into her limo as the butlers and maids gather around to help with our luggage. Surprisingly, I receive a few kisses on the cheeks and handshakes from the men and women and I blush, hugging them back. I had a feeling that I wouldn't be seeing them for several months.
And I was right.
WELLINGTON, NEW ZEALAND
For the next few months here, I was given precise schedules for each day.
Wake up when Yuzuha does, around 9:00 AM, pretty reasonable, join her on a morning jog, four miles, which pretty much killed me every morning, because I was in horrible shape.
By the time we returned from the morning jog, around 11:00 AM, eat a traditional breakfast, which was very healthy to say the least, and get ready for the daily events. Photo shoots, Promos, Appearances, Fashion Shows, etc.
My appearance stayed the same:
Still short 4'7"
Still acne ridden
Still chubby
Still flat chested
Really, the only thing that changed was my hair, which I had gotten cut, and now looked awesomely spiky and wild. I liked it that way.
A few weeks into all her events, Yuzuha started having me participate in these events, sometimes as a behind the scenes messenger, sometimes as a assistant photographer, then eventually photographer myself as the months passed by and my eye has gotten sharper with fashion.
Three months into the scene at New Zealand, we packed up, and moved to Sydney.
SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA
Things that have changed:
I grew one inch. Hey, it's something!
I now had a perfectly clear face.
I had gotten an awesome tan that I hope stays.
I had gotten so much happier.
And I developed a relationship with one of my bodyguards, who know how to hack into the UN, and was now teaching me the basics. I'll call him Namura. (Anime fans, I think you would recognize the name from Marmalade Boy).
I had started my own photography collection, with a false name, which I now consider my alter ego.
My alter ego's name is Aiyashi Temai. I pretty much created a false person, in government files, and I actually sell my photos online, which has gotten me some recognition, yet nobody knows who I am, we made sure that nobody could track our computer. Only Mrs. Hitachiin knows all about this and actually encourages it. "Honey, you have to go wild in your young days, otherwise you won't have anything to brag about to your grandchildren!" Direct quotation, right here. And actually, Mrs. Hitachiin usually provides me the models to work with for my photography, and the money I make from the online sells of work, I buy my own stuff and save it up. It's quite funny actually. The paparazzi swarms Yuzuha for her fashion designs, yet they simply overlook, the flat-chested, short girl that happens to be the most promising photographer coming up of this age. Oh well, their loss.
Another thing that changed, moving on, is that I have officially lost weight, making me look like a toothpick, but I'm as fit and muscled as the smallest
body guard who is still bigger than me. What a shame. But it means that I have fun wrestling around and getting taught new things which I pretty much know my self-defense unofficially.
I may not be fat, acne ridden, or depressed anymore, but I still didn't like that I was short, and well..yea…bra-less. I mean. I would be happy with an A cup. Yes, A cup! I have no need for a bra still. Oh well. Whenever I bring this up to Yuzuha, she just takes a look at me and smirks, elbowing the nearest man, guy, boy, member of the male sex near her and points to me.
"Ye, Yuki-chan over here is going to be a real knockout when she gets into her prime, yes? I can see it now, boys will be ALL over her, and that means that she has to continue those self-defense lessons with you, RIGHT?!" Every time she did this, I would shrink up, and hide behind the nearest thing. I still don't agree with her.
Let's fast forward things, shall we?
THREE YEARS LATER
I stepped out of the stretch limo, calmly holding out an arm to Mrs. Hitachiin to help her out and we were both suddenly surrounded by flashes, loud voices and microphones shoved in our faces.
My shades were on, and I leaned down to Yuzuha, whispering.
"Is it me, or have I become a bit more popular with the Paps?"
Yes. I leaned down. I had grown a little bit over the last year…
Okay. I had grown a whole damn LOT.
Ummmm….I'm not even sure how to say this, but I grew more than a foot in the past twelve months.
Yes. I'm now 5'11"! YES. You heard me right! From 4'7 to 5'11! WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED?!
Actually, the Paps, Paparazzi started noticing me when I reached Yuzuha's height seven months ago. She's only 5'7" or so. And I had reached and passed her height in only a few more months.
And..another thing. Ummm…I seemed to have gotten…the lady lumps ..you know.
I HAVE FUCKING C-CUPS! I have NO IDEA how that happened either! I mean, that just started last year too! Now I have to wear bras! Okay, calm down. Deep breathes. In. Out. Inhale, and exhale. Continuing on.
My appearance has changed a lot too.
My hair, which now reaches my mid-back is always pulled back by a head band and braids, and is the darkest shade of black, and wonderfully thick.
My skin still maintained the healthy tan, since the past few years we have been quite close to the equator.
And now that I'm taller than some of my own body guards, which have now increased due to the public interest in me, I have been receiving more martial arts studies, since I've completed my own studies for up to graduation of high school. Hell yes, I busted my ass to get where I am today, intellectually.
So my body, had changed on such short notice, yes I finally had received my period, and my breasts had brown three cup sizes, my body had grown eleven inches in all directions, and with my vigorous martial arts schedule that I put together myself, I achieved the perfect body of round breasts, hard abs, muscular shoulders and arms and legs, and slender hips. But not body builder muscular, oh no. Yuzuha had totally made sure her top model did not get too buff, with regular splurges of good old Western foods, aka fast foods.
Top model? Yes. Absolutely. Aiyashi Temai is now the hottest model and photographer in the Eastern Hemisphere, and is very well world known.
I pull my shades up to smile politely at the flashes, and I listen to some of the questions before the guards had shoved them away.
"Miss Temai? Miss Temai? Where have you met Mrs. Yuzuha Hitachiin?!"
"Aiya? How old are you?! There are rumors that you are currently 25 years old, and rumors that you are 15 years old! How old are you, Aiya?!"
I just wave and smile, posing against the stretch before Yuzuha interrupts my moment of flashing happiness.
"I'm sorry, guys, but Aiya and I have an important date with my two sons! We're hosting a very special fashion show, to introduce my best model to my only sons! I will see you all later!"
The Paps eat up her words, shouting more and more questions at us as we were gently pulled into the studio and I walk arm and arm with Yuzuha as she starts calling for her sons. Strange thing that she calls them Little Devils.
I only shift, eyeing her nervously before quickly kicking off the three inch heels that were a part of my outfit, a slightly revealing dress, to my knees that focused all attention to my shoulders and ….extensions that I call breasts.
I sigh loudly, looking over the runway as I noticed all the difficulties, which there were none that I had to deal with in heels. Damn those death traps.
I suddenly went rigid when I felt two pairs of arms, one arm each around my neck and the other around my waist as I felt breath on both sides of my neck.
"Hey mom, did you get us a new toy?!"
I freaked out, letting out a war cry when I grabbed two wrists with each hand and threw them over my shoulders and onto the floor and I followed, straddling both their waists, while putting my hands to their neck when I noticed their hair.
I gulp as I nervously turn to their mom as she only gave me a slight smirk and walked over to us.
I looked back over to them, noting their wide, golden eyes and the orange shock of hair on both heads.
"OH SHIT. I'M SO SORRY!"
"AIYA WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!'
I squeak flinching. "Yes, Mama."
"Now." She immediately calms down, grabbing me by the scruff of the neck and lifting me off her obvious sons. " Aiyashi Temai, meet my sons, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. Sons meet my daughter."
I blush, as they stand up in sync with each other and eye me over slowly, and I inch behind their mother slowly.
"Now. She is not your toy, but she is your top model for tonight, treat her well boys, and Aiya, no sexually assaulting my boys either."
I blush even harder, taking a wide step from Yuzuha and fidgeting nervously.
She pats me on the head, smirking. "Break a bra strap out there, Daughter. I'll be in the first row!!"
She cackles evilly as she walks away.
I gulp, turning back to the two twins to see them not there, yet two arms wrap themselves around me and two husky voices whisper into each of my ears.
"Aiya-chan -"
"Regardless of what -"
"Okaa-san says -"
"You are our toy -"
"Tonight, and we -"
"Get to dress you up in whatever we want." They finish together, and I squeal as they run backstage with me in tow.
The twins appeared with three bags of clothing each, with a clipboard in their other hand, with glasses. They looked like business now, and I immediately sobered up, not like I was drunk, but I looked serious and eyed the two with the utmost attention.
"Aiya-chan this is our Malaysian Beach Theme show, and we have a combination of bathing suits, bikini, one-pieces, and beach clothing."
I quickly noted that this voice was Hikaru's. It had a slightly harder, natural edge to it, than Kaoru's emotionally deep edged voice.
"We will personally handle your set changes, make-up, shoes, and hair."
I cringe at the word make-up. Ever since my acne stages, I've learned that it made the skin even worse, and I've only touched lip gloss, which I hardly consider make-up anyway.
I looked up at them in time for them to simultaneously take a step forward and raise their outer arms making me step back, and into a wall, where I freeze staring straight at them. They were exactly my height, so I couldn't escape seeing the mischievousness in their eyes.
"Hika-kun, I really want to play with our toy…" Kaoru pouted, lifting his hand free from the clipboard, to run his long fingers down my cheek and to my neck, his finger tips pausing slightly at the spot where neck is almost chest and cleavage.
"I know Karu-kun, we have to wait until after the show, and when we're in our room…." Hikaru takes his touch a few steps further, pressing his fingers across my lips and sliding them down mere centimeters from the beginning of my cleavage, and I was almost hyperventilating, my eyes wide and frantic as my chest rises and falls with each quick heartbeat.
I gulp loudly as they both lean towards my neck.
Only to be interrupted by a cough, an amused, yet clearly needing recognition cough.
And I stare past their shoulders to see Mrs. Hitachiin, and I blush deeply, even past my dark skin.
They pause at my ears, and Hikaru just whispers in a very husky voice. "Later….."
I gulp again, as they both pull away to look innocently at their mother.
"Don't give me that bullshit! You were practically sexually assaulting the little poor girl! You little Devils! I gave the warning to the wrong person. I correct myself. You two have to wait until after work to play! Oh, and the lights dim in thirty."
She storms away leaving me alone, as they turn, smirk slowly.
"Little?" Hikaru snorts, eyeing my….testaments to the contradiction.
"Ha! You are anything BUT little…which works well for our collection, right Hikaru."
"Right. Now we have to work, but later after the show….."
Kaoru flicks him in the head. "Hikaru! We have to get her hair and make-up on!"
"Of course!"
They each grab an arm and escort me to their own private room.
Twenty minutes later, my hair was styled into a very high ponytail that split in the middle, leaving two long tails of hair down my back in braids. My make-up was very light and simple, considering that they knew me so well. My eyes roll at this: I only had on a bright peachy toned eye shadow, light eyeliner, mascara, and a matching peach toned lip stick. They both stared at me for a long moment when done.
And Kaoru finally whispered.
"We have a beautiful toy…"
I roll my eyes and stand up, and I am immediately whisked off to behind a curtain in the same room, while having to take off all clothes, to put on the first piece I would be opening the show with: A Hikaru Hitachiin original; A shoulder less tube top that ended right above belly button, decorated with all sorts of frills on the sides, and a bright jewel right where my cleavage lines up, and a wrap around skirt of a solid purple color that ties at the side, revealing a long dark leg, up to the mid thigh. I was to walk barefoot in this.
This room was right by the entrance to the walkway that I didn't have to change out where everybody else was.
I walked out of the curtain and Hikaru finished adjusting the piece, placing a fake belly ring onto my belly button and he checks his watch.
"Perfect."
I walk between them as they head towards the stage.
The lights dim, and walk on to a huge round of applause as they begin to chat about their theme tonight.
And the show starts, a stagehand waves me on and I step up to the archway, emotionless as I start my very own walk down the runway, and at the end, I pose, revealing the bit of thigh from the slit, leaning down to trace my finger all the way up from ankle to where the slit ends. And I walk my walk back to the backstage to see Kaoru with a clothing bag in his hand and he leads me off to fit on his piece.
Now, my walk: there is nothing like it I believe. Because I combined a lot of body movement into it. A particular arm swing, the slightest tilt of the head, the sway of my hips, the pointing of my toes, and the natural undulation of my body. Mrs. Hitachiin made me perfect it in front of her for an entire week. Damn, that was a lot of walking.
Kaoru's piece fitted me like a glove and I couldn't help but gasp as he zipped me into it having to press me against the wall - well, me against Hikaru in the hallway as he was leaning against the wall, holding onto me to keep me from pushing back against Kaoru.
"Can you breathe, Aiya-chan?"
I squeak out a "No!"
And he turns me towards him, and immediately blushed hard.
No wonder it was hard to get into this!
Kaoru's piece consisted of a bright yellow dress that stretched across my chest, leaving a diamond shaped opening that allowed a LOT of cleavage to be shown and cut off completely after the bust line, leaving just the right amount of cloth to maintain the diamond of cleavage, to trail back in lines of cloth down my back around a zipper to wrap around my waist to where a full skirt appears. The dress had sleeves, yet the sleeves were cut in a way that they looked like bangles going all the way down her arms, and had a strip connecting them on the back of each arm. And this outfit was all spandex and stretching cloth.
Hikaru stared at me, smirking as he lets a finger trail up to the diamond of cleavage. "No wonder this took a lot of pushing and pulling….My god Aiya-chan. You are clearly blessed and stacked!"
I squeak and run back to Kaoru, only to be pushed back to the stage where I had to suck it up and perform my very best, actually emphasizing what the clothes enhanced by gesturing or moving my body in the appropriate way. I gently shimmy my hips in a gyrating fashion, allowing the smallest smirk that I'm sure the camera's caught every action of, and walked back to backstage.
And the show continued on in this fashion. Surprisingly, both twin's fashion sense was for women of the age of clearly legal and over, like 30's at least!.
Yet, what surprised me the most is that Kaoru's clothes ..ummmm….were meant for assets that were not my size, and uh..well…yea….Kaoru certainly got over his shyness with seeing how much of my bust can put up with being that revealed.
Hikaru's fashion was a tad more covering, yet it was tight across the curves instead of showing them.
Both, were very sexy.
Damn them.
At the end, I did wear a bikini. Or rather, what was supposed to be a bikini. The top part of the bikini was a bright fire engine red and was fitted in such a way that the cups of the it hugged my individual breast, pushed them up, and pushed them together, having no support except for the type of cloth that was rigid and unmoving. And the bottom was a bright yellow piece that was stringy on both hips, tied, and jeweled across the top of the piece. As for heels, I was wearing four inch green pumps with spike heels.
As I finished my walk, all the models began to line up for the final presentation, and I was placed in between Hikaru and Kaoru and we all begin to file through the stage where we stopped in the very middle and the crowd erupted into loud applause, and stood up, giving us a standing ovation, while I smiled brilliantly, clapping as well.
I took each of their hands and bowed deeply, giving the man that was standing right there a stroke as he got an even closer look at the bikini top, and we exited the stage, hooking my arms through each of theirs.
I really enjoyed the show, and after each show I have a tradition where I change into the same sweatpants and a tight camisole , leaving my hair as it was, yet wiping away the make up and head to the nearest pub to splurge on a cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate shake. Chocolate is a weakness! To me.
So an hour later, most people were gone and some of Yuzuha's entourage was helping pack the stage up.
I was sitting on one of the speakers, one of those gigantic ones five feet tall, listening to my Ipod Nano when I was told that Mrs. Hitachiin was ready and on her way to the limo.
I nod and slip off the speaker heading out the back door to the stretch, pausing at seeing the night sky. The fashion show was pretty long then.
I open my own door and slip into the leather interior of the limo, when I hear a chorus of voices. Not one, but two.
"Hello Aiya-chan! I hope you don't mind if we come with you."
My eyes widen and I begin to choke on my air when I see who those voices belong to.
