Abhorrence
Chapter Three
-And So It Begins-
Natsumi stepped out of the backseat of her chauffeured car, already met with a flash of blinding lights. It was secret to everyone, but this was the reason why she always wore sunglasses everywhere she went, even at night. At least when she was arriving at places. She'd been caught off guard once and looked like a deer in the headlights. Suffice it to say, it was the worst picture she'd ever taken, and she was known for her flawlessness. Now, she was always prepared and looked confident behind her mysterious shades.
Today was the beginning of the shooting for the first commercial, and she had to admit that she was excited. It was the first time her services had been solicited as such, plus the supervisor's son was extremely gorgeous, despite his wanted business appearance and stick-up-his-ass attitude. Vincent got the door to the studio for her as they disappeared into the place, vanishing from the public's eye, at least for the time being.
The warehouse was large, and filled with everything she could possibly imagine to make commercials with. There was a food bar, which made her empty stomach grumble with despair. "Vincent, go find the Sasuke fellow and inform him we're here. I'm going to grab something to eat." She explained as she walked off, pushing her sunglasses up as she eyed the food. She was so hungry she could hardly stand it.
As she reached the table, she picked up a powdered doughnut and bit into the treat, making an audible sound of satisfaction. "You know you just got white powder all over your shirt." A female voice commented. Natsumi looked over to see a slender brunette woman with icy blue eyes, a small smile gracing her pale pink lips. She was dressed professionally, with a notepad in her hand, a clear sign that she was a part of the business side of the project.
Natsumi glanced down and blushed at the sight. In her hasty eating she'd forgotten that she was a bit of a sloppy eater when it came to powdered sugar. "Oh I'm sorry. I was just so starving I could hardly stand to wait and eat it gingerly." She laughed, brushing off the white dust.
The other woman laughed as well, a small smile gracing her face. "It's no problem, it happens to me all the time. I just thought I would tell you before the boss arrives." She said, reaching out and picking up a cake donut. "He's very particular about things."
"Really?" the pink haired woman blinked. She honestly hadn't gotten that impression when she had met the infamous Uchiha Sasuke. "Huh…I didn't get that when I met him." Natsumi shrugged. "Well I'm sure you know who I am, but I'm Natsumi. It's nice to meet you…" she trailed off, offering her hand to the woman.
"Taka." The brunette said, shaking Natsumi's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I was so excited to hear that you agreed to do the campaign for us." She admitted with a small shrug. "I'm a fan."
"Well thanks!" she practically beamed. "I always love meeting my non-psychotic fans. I could sign something for you if you wanted. I never understood some others who get so angry when someone asks them for an autograph. I mean it's not like it takes that long. It's just a signature."
Taka chuckled. "That would be great. I'll have to bring my cds tomorrow so you can sign them for me."
There was a bit of commotion on the other side of the warehouse, and she sighed, seeing some of the workers beginning to scramble about. "Looks like Boss Man just got here." She said, setting her donut back down. "You should finish that really quickly, because he'll want to get to work as soon as possible. I'll stall him for you." she smiled, beginning to hurry off as quickly as her heels would allow.
Natsumi stared after her and then down at her small food. Why was everyone acting so rashly? Deciding she'd be good today, she finished the rest of her doughnut and wiped her mouth with a napkin before grabbing a bottled water and heading over to where Taka had disappeared. Since she was sure she was going to have to change today, Natsumi had only thrown on a pair of skinny jeans a tight t-shirt with a black and white design.
When she arrived on the scene it was to see a tall dark haired man facing away from her, clearly looking over something in his hands. "And why are lights three and five acting up? Shouldn't you have had this taken care of before today?" he asked, looking up at the electrician before him.
"Um…yes sir, my apologies. They were working just fine yesterday when I checked them…" the short man said, glancing behind his superior at Natsumi as she approached.
"Well then you didn't do a good enough job in checking them. So fix them now before we waste any more time." The man ordered, before looking behind him to see what was so interesting to everyone in front of him. Natsumi's eyes widened when she was met with deep green instead of the onyx she expected. "Good, you're here." Akito said, facing her fully.
"You?" she blinked, unable to hide the surprise on her face.
Akito raised a brow. "Yeah…is there a problem?"
"Uh yeah!" Natsumi huffed. "You're mean." She pointed accusingly.
"Well if you had read the contract and conditions fully, you would have known that I would be heading this project. In other words, right now, I'm your boss." He smirked, taking a step forward and looking down at her. "It's non-negotiable."
Her gaze narrowed dangerously, rivaling his own. "Excuse me? You could take a little better tone than that mister. I'm not your property in which you can boss around as you please."
"I never said you were." he told her, before looking to Taka. "Please show Miss Sabaku her trailer, where she will be getting ready. You can also fill her in on the details of today's commercial, because I simply don't have the time." He sighed in a bored manner, walking off before anything could be said.
Taka sighed. "Great, he'll be a hard ass all day because of those lights." She said. "Come on, I'll show you around."
Natsumi followed but almost exploded with her anger. "Why is he in charge? I thought his dad was the head hauncho for the Uchiha Company. And why does he have a stick up his ass all the time? He looks barely older than me. Shouldn't he be out floodling around instead of working himself into a stress induced coma?"
"Mr. Uchiha is only twenty-four years old, and with the position that he has at such a young age, he feels that he must work twice as hard to prove that he deserves it. Many believe that he is where he is because of his father, but in reality, he worked to earn it." the brunette explained. "Not to mention he is a complete workaholic. I don't really know if he has much of a life outside of work." She said as they walked to a different area of the warehouse.
This made the pink haired woman glance back, as she tried to catch a glimpse at the company heir. She looked forward once more, deciding not to dwell on her thoughts of how sad and lonely that life must be. Taka led her over to a somewhat large trailer that had Natsumi's name on a plaque on the outside. "This is where you will be getting ready. Your makeup artist will be with you in about fifteen minutes, once you've put on your outfit." She said. "Today we're doing the shampoo and conditioner commercial, so you'll be wearing a basic bikini bottom and suction cups to cover your breasts. If you need help just call."
Natsumi nodded and disappeared into the trailer. It didn't take her too long to change, since she was accustomed to this type of wardrobe and hardly wearing anything. So she pulled on the flesh toned bottoms and fixed her breasts so they were covered and still perfectly displayed. When she was done, she took the silk robe they had provided her and put it on before leaving the confines of the trailer.
Make up didn't take too long and before she knew it, they were just setting everything up and readying the lights and other mechanics. Vincent was beside his star the second she was near the stage. "Everything alright?" he asked, looking a bit flustered. Natsumi blinked and leaned towards him, sniffing his clothes.
"Did you just have sex?" she arched a curious brow.
The auburn haired man blushed a light pink. "We didn't have sex…it was a little make out session okay? Jeez, keep it down will you?" he smirked, only making Natsumi laugh.
Akito walked over to them then. "Have you been filled in about what you are to do during the commercial?" he asked, taking in her form only briefly.
Natsumi looked up at him and nodded. "Yup. Get 'naked', look sexy, and tell everyone how much I love the product. Easy." She shrugged.
He smirked. "Right…well when we finish the commercial we'll have you dried off and put into a new wardrobe for the photo shoot. I'd like to get it all done today, if not by this afternoon."
"Sounds good. Then you can take me out to dinner." She snickered, walking past him and touching his arm tenderly as she stepped onto the stage and got more specific instructions from the director, who was a light brown haired man with gorgeous sparkling blue eyes.
Akito turned his gaze from Natsumi to Vincent. "Does she always flirt with her supervisors?" he asked, looking a bit perplexed.
Vincent chuckled, sticking his hands in his pants and shaking his head at Akito. "Only a little, and not as much as you…but she never touches them." he smirked. "So it looks like someone has an admirer. I suppose we'll see if she was really serious about you treating her to dinner." He said before walking off to the snack table, sneakily resting his hand on the small of a brunette woman's back.
He sighed, returning his gaze to the alluring pink haired woman, and admiring her form a bit more openly now that she wasn't looking at him. And boy, did she have the best body he'd ever seen. If they were in a different situation, he would have already gotten in her pants by now, or at least gotten to touch those luscious curves, with or without clothing covering them. His lips thinned as he felt his body beginning to respond to the images playing in his head, and he had to get a hold of himself before his thoughts became obvious to everyone else.
Once his friend finished explaining what Natsumi needed to do during the commercial, everyone got into position, and the brunette walked over to him. "Is she all set?" Akito asked, glancing at the other man.
"Yup." He nodded, sitting in his director's chair. "I can't believe you actually got the Natsumi to do this. I heard she's almost impossible to please in her industry, and she's the so called queen."
Akito smirked. "Well, I can be pretty persuasive. And she thinks I'm hot."
"Not as hot as you think she is." Haru sniggered, snapping his fingers to get everyone's attention. "Alright! Everybody shut the hell up and get into position as our gorgeous star shows us how it's done! You know your lines sweetheart. So on my mark." He breathed out. "Action!"
Natsumi did as she was told and when the warm, steamy water hit her, she played the part she knew best and let her hands trail seductively over her body, helping the suds from the shampoo glide over her smooth skin so that the different camera angles got plenty to work with. Finally she looked towards the one that she was told to and smiled, taking up the sample bottle she had. "I don't use anything else." She said, sounding absolutely intoxicating.
"Cut!" Haru yelled and immediately the water shut off. "That was perfect Natsumi! Flawless and mind blowing."
"No." Akito said, getting everyone's attention. "Do it again. It's not right."
The pink haired singer looked over at Akito, arching a curious brow. "What exactly did I do wrong? Huh?" she stomped up to him, placing her hands on her hips and pressing her face into his as much as she could with their height difference.
"Well, for starters, it's obvious that it's all fake." He sighed. "I want to do it again, and this time, make it believable."
"But Akito…" Haru almost interjected, before he received the silencing hand.
Natsumi glared up at Akito, not moving. "It was definitely not fake. So I don't know what you're talking about." She scoffed, turning around and strutting back to the set. "But I'll do it anyways." she sighed, allowing makeup to fix her once more so she was ready to shoot. Haru gave his friend an angry stare before yelling action.
The water streamed once more and Natsumi let out a soft breath, trailing her hands down, letting her mind go so it looked as natural as possible. She massaged the suds into her scalp before trailing them down her body, making the whole set go silent as she said her lines.
Everyone stared, eyes wide with small blushes on their cheeks. Even Haru swallowed, "Oh…c-cut." She blinked and looked over, seeing all eyes were on her.
"Was that too much?"
The brunette nodded. "Yes…um, it is a commercial…so try not to be that sexy about it."
She blushed herself, turning a dark red. "S-sorry. I was just trying to make it more realistic."
Akito blinked, surprisingly looking shocked as well. "Uh…let's…let's just try that one more time." He said softly, before shaking his head. "Try and get it somewhere between the first take…and that." he nodded. "Please."
"Okay." She nodded, once more getting prepared by the makeup team. Haru glanced over at his friend and then slightly down.
"Um, Akito…you might wanna sit down."
The dark haired man looked back, "Why?"
"I can see your boner."
The Uchiha cursed, walking over and taking a seat, crossing his legs so that his arousal was as invisible as possible. Seeing the brunette's amused stare, he glared. "Shut up. We will not speak of this." he said, crossing his arms in a small pout.
"Right. Right." he chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. He focused back on the set and called action once more. Natsumi began again, playing off as sexy innocent as she could before repeating her lines.
Haru yelled 'cut' and the whole room applauded, Natsumi took a towel and walked over to them smiling happily. "So that was good?"
"Beautiful. Great job Natsumi." The brunette stood and shook her hand.
"Do it again." Akito sighed, acting bored. "Your tone needs to be more lilting. Other than that it was fine."
Natsumi blinked. "What?" she exploded, stomping over to him. "Are you kidding me? You're the only one who seems to think it's bad. If you think you know better than you just tell me how to do it!" she grabbed his wrists and pulled him up, holding his hands over her breasts.
Akito's eyes widened in surprise, before their attention was drawn to her chest. "Um…uh…." He stuttered, staring at the two mounds he was holding. He really wanted to rip off the cups hiding them from his gaze and touch them for real. "You know what? We can just take segments from all three and use them. You can go dry off and get ready for the print ad." He laughed awkwardly, ripping his hands away from her breasts and making a hasty retreat towards the bathrooms.
She stared after him, rolling her eyes and wrapping the towel around her once more. Haru sighed and stood, stopping beside her. "Don't worry Natsumi. It was perfect, and we will definitely use the last take. Go ahead and go get ready."
Natsumi nodded and left to her trailer while Haru followed Akito to the bathroom. He went in and cleared his throat. "You okay perv?"
"Shut up." Akito glared over at him. He was currently gripping the counter hard enough to where his knuckles were white, and his arousal was even more obvious now. "Just shut up. I will be fine in a minute. I just need to calm down." He looked back at the sink before him and let out a deep breath. "I wasn't expecting her to do that. They feel so nice." He admitted.
"Well she is sexy, sexy fine." Haru pointed out.
"Yes, she is." The Uchiha said softly.
"You're such a freak." The brunette shook his head and left.
Akito stayed in the bathroom a bit longer, at least until his erection was gone. When he left, he saw that everyone was getting ready to take Natsumi's picture for the print ad. He stopped near the photographer and picked up his checklist, looking over it. "Taka." He called, waiting for his assistant to show up. When she didn't he looked around. "Taka!" he shouted, trying not to grow impatient. The brunette scurried over from out of nowhere, appearing a bit flustered.
"Yes sir?" she said a bit breathlessly, trying to fix her mussed locks.
"Where were you?" he asked, raising a brow. "And why are you so…disorganized?"
Taka blushed slightly. "Oh, it's nothing. It's just a little hot in here, that's all." She said, trying to compose herself.
Akito appeared skeptical, but turned his attention back to the matter at hand. "Is Natsumi almost ready?"
She nodded. "Yes, she's all dried off and is getting her makeup and hair fixed as we speak."
"Good. We don't have a moment to lose."
"In such a rush today." Natsumi smirked, walking past Akito wearing a pair of low rider jeans and a white tube top with a small U-cut to show off her cleavage, while it stopped just above her midriff.
He sighed, looking over her form appreciatively. "Well it would be nice if we could get this ad done today instead of having to work on it tomorrow."
"It's not even late yet, so relax big boy." She giggled, ruffling up her hair so it looked more voluptuous.
He rolled his eyes. "Are we ready yet?" he asked, looking over at the electrician that was still working on the lights.
The man shook his head. "Not yet sir. I'm trying to finish as fast as I can though."
"Okay everyone! Let's just break for lunch! We'll reconvene in an hour." Akito called out, getting relieved sounds from the workers, since they were all starving.
Natsumi blinked and looked around at all the people hurrying off to the snack table. She walked over and sat in the chair they had gotten for her, looking over another one of the commercials she would be doing. "Aren't you going to eat?" Akito's voice asked from right next to her. Then he smirked. "Or are you saving room for the dinner I'm apparently taking you to later?"
"I'm not allowed to eat more than once a day, at least not more than just one meal." She sighed, holding her hand over her gurgling stomach.
He blinked in surprise. "You're kidding."
"My dietitian says that if I want to stay on top I have to be in shape and thin. So I work out in the morning and before bed and usually have an early dinner. Maybe a couple power bars throughout the day."
Akito walked away then, before returning with a large deli sandwich. "Eat it." he ordered, setting it in her lap. "Or at least half. I don't care what your crock of a dietician says, that is borderline anorexia, and I won't have you fainting from lack of food. Besides, you look great. I doubt eating like a normal person will kill you as long as you continue to exercise and whatnot."
"I dunno…" she frowned, picking up the sandwich, a look of longing on her face. "I like to eat, but those little anorexic girls make it difficult. Apparently healthy isn't the look anymore."
He gripped her chin and made her look at him. "Healthy is sexy." He told her, allowing his thumb to trail along her jaw. "And that is what you are. So eat it."
She smiled softly and nodded before digging into the sandwich with a slight animosity. "You know what the worst part is?" she asked with a mouthful of food. "I'm an amazing cook! And I can't even cook delicious dishes for myself."
"You should fire whoever your dietician is." He said, taking the other half of the sandwich off the plate and biting into it. "Because that's crap."
"You think so?" she wondered aloud. "I do feel stupid, I mean I work out and I don't eat a bunch of junk. I just want yummy food."
"There's plenty of yummy, healthy food out there." Akito pulled up a chair and sat next to her so they could eat together and continue their conversation. "And to be honest, guys like it when they have a little something to grab on to." He smirked, glancing down at her chest. "So if you're too thin, it's a big turnoff."
She nodded. "That's what I said, plus you get all sickly looking and pale. But it's just so competitive these days, and you have to look the part as well."
He snorted. "Please. You already look the part, and with your voice, it's not like there's much competition." His eyes widened slightly at his words. "At least…that's what I hear, anyways." he took a large bite of his sandwich.
Natsumi smiled and enjoyed the rest of her sandwich. When everyone finished eating lunch they gathered once more to take Natsumi's picture, since the lights were finally working. And after having numerous headshots of the pink haired woman done to perfection, Akito told everyone that they could call it a day and go home. He made his way to Natsumi's trailer, waiting for her to come out so that he could speak to her.
When she did emerge, she almost slammed into him, gasping loudly as strong hands steadied her. "I'm so sorry." She blushed.
"It's okay." He gave her a small smile. "I was just wondering if you were serious about me taking you to dinner."
She looked somewhat surprised, but returned the gesture. "Well…I was kinda kidding…unless you really want to. I didn't think you'd really want to." Natsumi perked up. "You're not so butt munchy when you're not surrounded by your employees and when you're not working towards something."
He raised a brow. "Butt munchy?"
"Yeah you know…" she trailed off, thinking on a way to describe it. "Like mean…arrogant…kind of a jerk. You don't let things just flow…like a psycho perfectionist." She pointed out with a laugh.
He chuckled, placing his hand on the small of her back as they made their way towards the exit. "I just know how I want things done, and work to get them to that level. Besides, if they're done correctly the first time, then you don't have to make corrections or start over from scratch."
"But perfect to you, might not be perfect to someone else." She explained.
"But my level of perfect is the right one." He stated, holding the door open for her. "It's not my fault that others don't see it."
Natsumi stopped and looked up at him. She looked like she wanted to say something, but surprisingly kept her mouth shut. She walked out and stared forward. "I think you might be surprised if you just let other people be right too."
His look grew contemplative as he led her towards his car. "Perhaps." He said, opening the passenger door for her. They drove off then, headed to some unknown destination for a dinner that would be seen by most as a date.