Disclaimer and notes: Weeeellll, today, my faithful fans, I am updating every lat story that I need to update! Yes, every single one. Plus, I'm adding new stories. Whew-whee! That'll be exciting, ne? Well, here's this update! Enjoy!
"Miss Sakuya? Miss Sakuya? Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" Ritsu muttered half to himself as he fanned the woman lying passed out on the floor. After a moment or two she opened her eyes. She was a little dazed at first, just staring at the ceiling. However, she soon found her bearings and leapt up excitedly, giving a whoop of joy.
"That was amazing!" she squealed. "You've made me so happy!"
Ritsu somehow found this comment completely baffling and he said a little lamely, "But I made you faint…"
Sakuya patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Honey, that's a good thing. It means you're so drop-dead-gorgeous that you make people swoon. We'll have you signed up with major fashion companies in no time flat!"
"Oh, goody!" Ritsu clapped excitedly, looking a little flushed. He was feeling a little bit better about himself.
"Yep, just a little more practice and—" She was interrupted by her cell phone ringing urgently in her pocket. Frowning, she took it out and answered. "Hello? Mister Konikawa! I didn't expect—what about my company? No, no, sir, you can't shut it down! I—no, I understand. No, of course. I do have a model, but he—yes, sir. No, sir. Yes, yes, I—I'll be there." Her frown spreading to crease her forehead, she hung up. "We've got a problem."
"Oh dear! Was something I did wrong?" Ritsu asked nervously.
"No, no, don't worry," Sakuya assured him. "My, um…boss just called…he said if I don't get a good model down to his show in three days, he'll shut down my company." She looked at Ritsu. "In other words, if you can't model his new line of designer clothes properly, I won't be needing you anymore. And he wants an interview by tomorrow."
Ritsu bit his lip. "Oh dear…I don't know if I can do this…no, I'm not ready…I can't…I CAN'T!" He began running around the building screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Ritsu…Ritsu!" Sakuya managed to catch him, grabbing him by the shoulders. He settled for hyperventilating. "Breathe! Breathe!"
Ritsu took a deep breath. "Okay…okay…I'm so sorry! I don't think I can do this!"
"You can! Get yourself together! I need you to do this!" Sakuya insisted and pleaded all at the same time. "Come on. We just need to spruce you up a bit, get in a little more practice…and we'll pull through. Alright?"
Ritsu closed his eyes a moment and took another deep breath, letting this one out more slowly and shakily than before. He nodded. "Yes, yes, okay." He opened his eyes again and gave Sakuya a nervous look. "But…what will I wear? I'm embarrassed to say that all I have are…um…girl's clothes." There was a very looooong silence. Sakuya let go of Ritsu's shoulders.
Ritsu blushed. "Um…heheh…I'm afraid that's all part of my insecurity."
Sakuya whistled long and low. "Wow. I didn't think you were that hard on yourself. Well…" The woman thought a moment, then dug through her purse for her wallet. "I've got a few dollars in here…and I think I have some in my checking account. If you can pitch in a little, we might be able to get you some new clothes…" She looked up at him. "What do you think?"
Ritsu nodded shyly. "Okay."
A few hours later, the two were at the mall. The dressing room was surrounded by people, observing this interesting and beautiful new man modeling outfit after outfit, being cheered on by a short, enthusiastic young woman. Murmurs rolled through the crowd like a "wave" at a baseball game.
"Yes! Yes! You're beautiful!" Sakuya cheered. "I love that look! Makes me think of a Flamenco dancer. Ooh, I've always loved that style…" She had a brief daydream and then pushed Ritsu back into the dressing room. "Go on, try on another one!"
"Are you sure this stuff is within our budget?" Ritsu asked as he glanced at the price tag on a pair of black jeans. "Look at this…¥20,000…that's awful expensive for a pair of jeans. And we have a whole lot of stuff here."
"Oh, we'll veto some of it once you've tried it all on," Sakuya replied nonchalantly. "And they're designer clothes. Of course they're going to be a little pricey! Don't worry about it! We want you to look good, not that you don't already. So go on, get your cute butt back in there and try something else on!"
Ritsu looked a little concerned, and he didn't stop staring at the price tag. But, he sighed and went into the dressing room once more. He wouldn't mind trying on a few more things…besides, Sakuya was enjoying herself, and it wasn't often that Ritsu felt he made someone happy. This was something wonderful, and he wasn't going to ruin it. So, he walked back out there with a black muscle shirt and a pair of loose-fitting jeans that made him think for a moment about Kyo. "Well…" he started, "how do I look?"
Sakuya whistled and clapped. A few people turned to stare, but by now, most of the people in that section were already staring. Those few that did have to turn gathered within the crowd, pushing more people out of their way so they could see. Ritsu, who was already nervous, blushed and tried not to look at the people gathering around. Apparently Sakuya noticed his discomfort, and smiling reassuringly.
"Don't worry," she said. "We'll be done in no time flat. Then we'll go get you some shoes!"
Ritsu's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?"
"Yeah! We're going to go all out on you today!" The very excited woman chuckled. "We need to give you a trim, too. Nothing against your haircut, but…it looks like you've never been to the stylist."
"Actually, I really haven't…" Ritsu mumbled.
"There we go! Wrap it up; we should get going on the rest of the shopping."
The outfit modeling ended not way too long after that, and the two fought their way out of the crowd to the shoe department. The swarm of people was enticed to follow, but most decided it unwise for the unwelcome glare they received from Sakuya. So the shoe shopping went mostly undisturbed. For some reason, it took less time, especially without the crowd. Ritsu and Sakuya got to the hairdresser in no time.
"And you want to keep it long?" the stylist asked Ritsu. Note, she asked Ritsu all her questions, but she might as well have asked Sakuya, because she was the one who answered.
"Yes!" chirped said woman. "Keep it long…but maybe a little shorter…um…shoulder length, I think. And jazz it up a bit! Ooh, and layer it! And…and—"
"Whatever kind of hair you think a model should have…" Ritsu interrupted, rather shyly. The stylist perked up considerably.
"Into modeling, huh? Have I got a look for you!" The stylist turned to Sakuya. "You, wait outside, okay? I'll have your friend looking pure model in no time!"
"He's in your hands!" Sakuya called as she skipped out the door. After a half hour of nervous waiting, the stylist proudly showed off her work. Sakuya's jaw was sent down to the floor.
Ritsu's hair was cut down to a little past his chin, and given a shaggy kind of look. His bangs hung a little over his eyes, which would super-sexy if he gave that look that Sakuya adored. It was tinted with the lightest shade of red. In all reality, he looked gorgeous.
"My masterpiece!" the stylist sighed. "Oh, I've always wanted to do that! So, how does he look? Is he not perfect?"
Sakuya promptly shook the other woman's hand while Ritsu stood off to the side, blushing. "Madam, you are a genius! Remind me to give you credit when this kid is famous! Woohoo!" She then grabbed Ritsu by the arm and ran off. "You're ready for the show!"
Well, there you go. I was so drooling as I read this…just picturing Ritsu in all those outfits…oooohhhhh, yeeeessss…sexy. Well, anywho, please review!