Rebel
Chapter Title: Role Model
Pairings: N/A for now.
Warnings: Violence; mental disorders; minor language
Notes: This is the sequel to Coyote. Don't fret, I'll be writing it as a separate piece, but do let me know if I accidentally leave something unclear. And yes, this is a tragic romance. It'll get soppy. Bare with me.
"Good, good. Miku, darling, you look gorgeous. Now just put your foot on the yellow square, and twist your right shoulder towards me. Do something cute. Like "don't you wanna cuddle and hug and squeeze me?" cute. Uh-huh. Perfecto!" The photographer grinned, snapping the last shot. Miku giggled, relaxing from the position. She had been modeling the new kitsune-fetish line of clothing for the winter. It was all ready late fall.
Ayame applauded, and Mine rushed forward to help get the fur coat back in its protective bag.
Miku blushed at the applause. "Glad I'm appreciated."
"Wonderfully so!"
Miku's phone beeped, and she jumped. Her calendar. She had something to do today turned to talk to the photographer while Miku dug the cell phone from the bottomless pits of her purse, and flipped it open.
Doctor's Appointment
- Hatori :3
Miku blushed, quickly deleating it. Her heart rate sped up, and she smiled like a buffoon.
Ha'ri. She was going to go see Ha'ri in an hour.
"Ayame! I need your assistance!" Miku called excitedly as Ayame finished escorting the photographer out.
"Yes, princess?" He chirped, following her back to her dressing room.
"I need an outfit!" Ayae cocked his head to the side like a puppydog.
"For what, fair maiden?"
"I've got a doctor's appointment!" Recognition crawled across Ayame's face. He grinned, hugging her tightly.
"Oh what a tragic romance! The young, heartbroken doctor, and his fiery model patient who pines for his attention yet never receives more than a picnic!"
Miku pried herself from Ayame, rolling her eyes, and started going through the clothes in the store. Ayame had given her permission long ago that she could have whatever she wanted here.
Ayame and Mine began to assist in the search as well, and soon, they found a gorgeous wool skirt lined with fake wolf fur, boots, stockings, a turtleneck, scarf and jacket. It was all ready snowing in Kaibara in November.
Ayame escorted her out the store, and to her bicycle. She thanked him, then rode off down the streets towards the Sohma Estate, fear and anxiety suddenly clenching tight in her stomach.