Random Runway Model Chapter 1

By: Hazel-chii

Mikan Sakura was just an ordinary girl. She lived in Room 4-A in a normal 5-story apartment complex a few minutes away from her school. Her parents worked abroad, and she was an only child. She had 3 friends in school, one of which has been with her since pre-school. On her way to school, she would pass by this convenience store where she got everything she needed, from food to supplies, she got everything there. Her allowance every month wasn't measly, nor was it extravagant either. It was just enough.

Her hair was a light auburn which was always, always, always tied into a neat bun on the back of her head. She had chocolate-brown eyes framed behind thick, black, square-shaped glasses. Her complexion was just a pale white.

Her friends would tell her she was always way too serious with things. She admits, she was a neat freak. And a bookworm. And her daily calorie intake was more than everyone else's. But those were the only things that were different with her. Everything else is just the same with the other girls. Yes, she was ordinary.

So, why is it that this handsome, black-haired dude suddenly takes her wrist and pulls her into this extravagant building?

Why is it that the next minute, she finds her sizes measured, her fingernails clipped, her legs waxed, and her eyelashes curled?

But why is it, really, that within the hour, she finds herself in a runway?

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Let's move the hands of the clock back for a bit shall we?

"Hyuuga-sama! We're short one model!" One of Kaoru Hyuuga's stage directors tell her through earpiece.

Kaoru Hyuuga is the Editor-in-Chief of the Top 1 Fashion Magazine in Japan, Crimson. Tonight, she had the most important event of the season, the Spring fashion Show. Crimson features exactly 36 outfits this time, and she has planned this show to be a success. She did not sleep for who-knows-how-many days, and, even though she hated to say it, missed her own son's Middle School Graduation. Yes, she knows how much of a disappointing mother she is, but she made sure to send a basket full of gadgets to him on that same day. Later, she received a text from him saying, "It's fine". She smiled at the realization that he must be using his new iPhone 5 at that moment.

So she wanted this show to be a huge success, so as her missing-her-son's-graduation-thing may not go in vain. But it seems as though she's one model short. Crap.

"Mom, I came today, just like you asked. Aoi won't come, though. She says she has some sort of date with Y—"

"Good timing, son!" Kaoru leaped and gave her son a hug. Though it seems as if the raven-haired 16-year-old did not enjoy it as much as she did. He didn't even have a slightest idea as to what his mom meant.

"Chitose, here, a model!" Kaoru pushed her own son towards the nearest staff she could find.

"Kaoru-sama, it seems that we're one FEMALE model short." Chitose, being one of the stage directors, told her boss.

"YABAAAAAAA!*" Kaoru fell on her knees to the floor.

"Ma'am, the red light fluctuated. It's going to take about half an hour to fix." One of the personnel told her.

"Half an hour?" She looked up at him frustratingly.

"Ma'am, one of the models seem to have gained some size since the fitting. We're gonna need some time to get it fixed." One of the stylists said.

"Time?" She's gonna need three more hands to get all this done. She still had the guest list to do, and the snacks, and the wine! The wine!

"Mom, Aoi asked me if she could go home an hour later than her curfew tonight." Her son said.

Her son.

Her son. He was perfect!

"Natsume! Natsume! Go, run, and find me a hot chick! One with a C-cup chest, a small waist, and a beautiful face. Got it? Okay, go." She shoved her own son out of the room, to the elevator, and when it went 'DING!', she was all but gentle on him. She literally threw him out of the building into the busy Tokyo streets.

"Why me?" Her son asks.

"Because, Natsume, I am a busy woman." And she ran back up to the elevator, hoping that Natsume would find a girl on time.

(^w^,)

Mikan went out of her apartment, out into the street, and walked down the pavement toward the convenience store a few blocks away. As she walked, she reminisced on the facts that she was able to think through.

First, she could remember, that on her graduation day, she confessed to her all-time crush. He hasn't given her a reply.

Second, she forgot to get a scarf. It was the middle of April, yet it was still freezing out. Crap, how could she forget a coat?**

Third, the streets were, as always, the same. The cold, hard, dark pavement, the blinding headlights, the buzzing streetlamps, the high-rise skyscrapers. They were all the same for the past 3 years since she moved to Tokyo. Every day, she passed by the same buildings. But this one building would stand out than the rest. Rising at what seemed like 20 storeys, it was situated between this 6-storey office building and the convenience store. She heard it was some sort of fashion magazine building. It was an extravagant place. Once per season, as she noticed, there would be toms of cars and limousines up front. At those times, she would wonder if the building ever got embarrassed by being near a convenience store. Sometimes, when she looked at the three buildings from across the street, she would pity the small, 2 floored convenience store. But when she enters the small place, she was glad there was a convenience store that had everything near her home.

She passes by the mentioned office building, and the extravagant building. Tonight, though, she had to cross the street first, then cross it again when she got in the front of the convenience store. There were red carpets and big, bulky, black-suit men in front of it, and this was that time of the season when there would be loud music from inside. Yes, it was the time for the spring fashion show.

When she entered the convenience store, she greeted the cashier a good evening and received the same words. She took one yellow basket from near the magazine rack and she waltzed in between the racks of food and supplies, stopping now-and-then when she spotted an item from her grocery list. Once all the items were crossed out, she went to the counter and had her groceries beeped through the scanner. After paying and receiving her change, she took the plastic bag and stepped out of the store.

"Because, Natsume, I am busy person." She heard a voice say from the next building. She spins her head to the side, and meet eye-to-eye with a raven-head. From the corner of her eye, she sees a flash of an ankle that disappeared into the building. She and the raven-head stayed like that for a while, and she notes in her mind how pretty his crimson eyes were. He was a handsome man, too. But his stares were pretty awkward, and after a few minutes of staring into her eyes, he gave her a head-to-toe examination. She squirmed under his gaze, but she didn't move out of his sight. He walked over to her, and gave her a judging stare one more time.

"Perfect timing." And then he suddenly grabs her wrist and pulled her into the building.

Mikan accidentally lets go of her groceries. She gives a squeal when she heard the loud "SPLAT!" of her pudding as it hit the ground.

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New story everyone! Yay! \(^O^)/

Footnotes:

*Yaba: Japanese: It's a bad word that is often translated to "CRAP"

**April: It's spring time in Japan, for those who have April as summer.

So, thank you my first reader! Hahaha, leave a review so I know if I DO have a reader…

So, this story is fictional. Any relation or similarity to any person, living or dead, is totally coincidental.

The characters are not mine, they are from Gakuen Alice. Though the plot is mine. ^_^

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