"Hagiwara-san, Riko-Sensei wanted me to escort you to Momoi-senpai. Sensei said that you needed to look fit for the role of the Akashi server. Also, she recommended you as head-server, if you would mind accepting."

Her eyes lit up. Never has she ever been appointed head of anything in her life, this was a first for her.

"The pay would be larger as compared to the volunteer roles, around $10.25 an hour. She said that she could attempt at landing you a room in her local hostel prior to the stressful position that she has handed you." Araki, the head orphan, continued.

"Of course! I will gladly accept this position!"

The young orphan, taller than her although younger, gestured for Hagiwara to follow her as she made her way though the busy crowd of decorators, young orphans and volunteers assisting and so on. Soon they arrived at a small bedroom turned dressing room.

Make-up was scattered all along the desk, with various sized mirrors framing the walls. On the bed lay hair accessories, ties, shoe boxes and most of all a dress. A beautiful dress, colored in a red, maroon-like color and a golden strip in the middle as an accent. It was simple and beautiful, unable to fully catch the attention of the whole crowd (in Hagiwara's eyes) but able to stun someone at a glance.

"Hi! I'm Momoi! Are you Hagiwara-san? You look so beautiful! Your skin is so flawless! How do you do it? What product do you use? How old are you even? 'Cause if you need help with spots in the future I would gladly help you!" The pink-haired make-up artist babbled on and on, as Hagiwara shrank further behind the tall orphan.

"Don't worry. It's her first time on the Job. Riko-sensei is her girlfriend so we get to see her quite often in the Orphanage. She's just a bit bubbly, that's all." The girls softly spoken words eased Hagiwara's anxiety, only by a bit.

The brunette slowly emerged from behind her taller kouhai, with a slightly larger confidence in talking to the pink-haired beauty.

"Momoi-san, you're being a little bit much, don't you think?"

A conversation began between the two girls as Hagiwara looked at the pinkette in front of her. Her hair reached down to below her waist, framing the big, innocent pink eyes and a smile that brightened the whole room. She wore a simple teal hoodie was large enough to cover the majority of her pleated black skirt.

"Sorry... it's just, Aida-chan hasn't let me dress anyone as pretty as you..."

"T-thank you.." muttered Hagiwara, finally accumulating the courage to speak up.

"Awww! You're just adorable-"

"Momoi-san," Araki, said, " We don't have much time left... She's in your hands for the last hour before final preparations..." And with that the orphan girl left the room, with so many other preparations running through her mind.

"This is going to be fun!"

-BackDownInTheDeepEnd-

After an hour of preparations, the Akashi server was fit for her role.

Her hair was left in a wavy state, baby hairs framing her face and a braided crown around, like a halo. She wore the beautiful red-maroon dress that she admired from an hour ago and it fit her body majestically. It hugged every curve; mound that she possessed; it looked as if the dress was made specifically for her. Her feet were fitted with suede black high heels giving her 5ft height an extra 3 inches.

Her eyelids were given a smokey effect as black covered her eyelids and brown blending out into her natural skin color. A maroon matte lip stick was plastered onto her lips.

"Gi-chan, you look beautiful." Momoi squealed.

"T-thank you Satsuki-san." The girls had grown a simple bond as they conversed for a whole hour.

"ATTENTION. WE HAVE TEN MINUTES UNTIL THE FUNCTION BEGINS. ALL VOLUNTEERS PLEASE GATHER TOWARDS THE FUNCTION HALL FOR A FINAL BRIEFING."

Momoi looked at her masterpiece.

"Ai-chan takes these things very seriously. She's like the master at these... She needs all the money that she can get. Considering that this is a charity event, she's acting like it's her job. I guess, that's what I love about her." Momoi thought.

"Okay! Gi-chan, I think it's best that you get going!"

And with that the head server walked towards the function hall.

Hagiwara walked through long halls and tried to draw as less attention as she could to herself. Unfortunately for her, her shoes clicked and clipped their way through ever corridor, making ever function volunteers turn their heads. Each of them were dazzled by the beauty that she possessed that some wondered why they had not noticed such a beautiful person before. She soon reached her destination, she released the breath she did not know she held - relieved.

As the final briefing for the social event came to a close, the clock struck 7 o'clock.

-BackDownInTheDeepEnd-

Akashi Seijuro waited in his luxurious limousine, waiting for the hands to strike 7 on his Breitling Chronomat B01.

It was 6:53. He collected his thoughts and pondered. Coming up to his 21st birthday and his father, Akashi Masaomi - the founder and CEO of the Akashi Corporation, was becoming impatient.

If his father were to hand over his entire company- his entire empire to his son, who would be his heir? He wanted to be sure that by the time, he had finished his time, that his empire would flourish and that it was in capable hands. However, he has never been informed about any new updates about his son's love life - he fear the he may have to intervene.

Once again, his father pushed the Charity events towards him. However, this charity event was none other than a publicity stunt and a favor. An old friend and manager of his High School days had begged him to represent his family at the function as she believed that it would heighten the donations given by the public - of which it did.

"Akashi-sama, it is 7 o'clock. Shall I escort you to the entrance-"

"No, that will not be necessary. I will be perfectly to overcome such as task. Driver-san, I will call you when I wish to be attended to. I expect you to be ready at all times and prompt with you arrival."

"Yes, sir."

And with that, Akashi Seijuro walked towards the entrance - head-strong, confident and absolute.