Ok guys this is my first fic. I really don't know anything about fashion or the film industry so if something seems not right or something I'm sorry I'm just making up what I think it would be like. So don't be too harsh on me lol. If you have any information you would like to volunteer that could be helpful please feel free to do so :) And another note, some characters will be kinda OOC but I need it that way to make this fic work. And another note, in this fic you have to be at least 18 to drink ok? So here is the first chapter. Enjoy
Disclaimer- I do not own Inuyasha.
" No, no, no no NO! I said I needed that silk by today and I expect it to be here!"
"Y-yes Ms. Higurashi, r-right away!"
The phone was crushed down onto the receiver. With a heavy sigh of annoyance the raven haired beauty flopped down into her big black desk chair, her bluish grey eyes glaring daggers into the ceiling.
"My, my, my Kagome, it seems someone is having a bad day."
The said girl, looked up and seen her agent/assistant/ everything else that she might need, Morimoto, Keiji. He wore black dress pants, with a white button down shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. His green eyes were twinkling with amusement and as he pushed a straight, slightly long brown strand out of his eyes. He was very handsome and at 26 he reached about 6'3.
Kagome just scoffed as he sat down on the white leather couch in her office that was against the west wall with a black polished coffee table in front of it. A flat screen TV was mounted on the wall directly across from the couch. Two Le Corbusier-style white leather chairs were placed in front of the north wall. Two tall black lamps were in the left hand and right hand corner. Her office was in the shape of a fat "L" and her desk was in front of the west wall, beside the south wall, facing the door on the east wall. In front of her desk a few feet away were two small black chairs. Kagome heard the TV click on and glanced over at Keiji, who was lounging lazily on the couch with the small black TV remote in his hand.
"And in other news from the fabulous fashion world," a very pretty woman on the TV was saying, and then a picture of Kagome was on the screen, " the youngest fashion designer in all of Japan, Higurashi, Kagome is going to be gracing us with her new amazing designs in just two days!" The camera switched to a slightly older man sitting beside the woman on a red couch.
"That's right Suki! She will be presenting her new dress line, right here in Tokyo, at the Fuji Theater!" The man exclaimed, excitedly. He seemed to be more excited than the woman.
"Oh I absolutely can't wait!" Suki said with a grin. "I adore Ms. Higurashi's designs! They are just beautiful!"
"Hard to believe that she is only nineteen years old, and has been in this business since she was just sixteen! That is just simply remarkable!"
"Yes it most certainly is Toshio! She has come quite a long way! Not only in the fashion business but on a personal level as well," Suki replied as she smiled approvingly.
"Ah yes I remember that day over four years ago, what a horrific tragedy-"
Abruptly the television shut off, and Keiji glanced over at Kagome, who had taken the remote from him to turn it off, and threw it on the table.
"I can't believe I only have two days left!" She whined, as she flung herself onto the couch. She covered her face with her arm and sighed dramatically.
"Well you are pretty much done," Keiji assumed. At Kagome's groan he raised an eyebrow, "Right?" Kagome sat up and angrily kicked the coffee table, causing it to slid several inches. Kagome yelped as she held her foot, kicking things with open toe shoe was not the smartest thing to do.
"The Chinese silk I ordered was supposed to be here three days ago!" Kagome responded with a scowl on her face, as she rubbed her abused toe.
"I thought you already had some."
"I did," Kagome replied as she got up and started to pace the white floor, her heels making a soft click clack noise. "But someone didn't put in the right amount of sheets that I needed and I ended up short."
Keiji sighed as he sat up, propping his elbows on his knees. "So how many dresses didn't get finished?"
"Three!" Kagome replied and threw her hands up in the air in defeat. "Three!"
Keiji stood up and stretched. "Calm down Kagome, I know you will be able to get them done." Kagome stopped pacing and threw him a hard glare. Why was he being so calm? She was in a crisis here!
"Keiji if I don't get the silk by today I won't be able to get them done in two days!"
Before Keiji could respond there was a knock at the door.
"What?!" Kagome snapped, not in the mood to deal with anymore problems. The door swung open and her assistant, Taiji, Sango, walked in. She was a beautiful girl of 20, with waist length brown hair, and brown eyes. She wore a pair of jeans that she had designed herself, and a black silk halter top. Her silky brown hair was tied up into a high pony tail. She raised an eyebrow up at Kagome, as she held her clip board with both hands in front of her, leaning it against her stomach.
"Sorry Sango," Kagome apologized. "Please don't tell me something else is going wrong?"
"Actually," Sango said casually as she held up the clip board and pointed at it, "the Chinese Silk you ordered is here."
"Yes!" Kagome squealed as she snatched the papers from Sango. She grabbed a pen off of her desk and signed the delivery papers.
"And," Sango continued as she took the board back from Kagome, "You get 30% off of your next order."
"The will be lucky I order anything from them again," Kagome scoffed as she opened up her small office closet, located on the same wall as the TV. "Sango get things started I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Hai," Sango agreed as she slipped out of the office, the door closing with a click.
"Kagome," Keiji said as he got up from the couch and strolled over to the closet, "I need to talk to you about next month."
"About the Men's line?" Kagome asked absentmindedly, as she opened up a few shoe boxes. Kagome was presenting her first men's fashion line in a little over a month. Of course she has designed men's clothes before, to sell in stores, and when celebrities call and ask her to create a new outfit for them. This however will be the first men's show she has ever done, and she is a little nervous about it. Creating a look for men that they would actually wear is difficult. Kagome's designs were actually designs that you would want to wear. Not those ridicules outfits that looked like they were part peacock and part rainbow vomit. ( have you actually seen some of these fashion shows? Wow most of those outfits are hideous! I want Kagome's designs to be things that people would actually wear!)
"Well that and some other things," he replied. An "Ah-ha!" was heard as Kagome found the white flat sandals she was looking for. She came out and plopped on the couch, propping her left foot on the table, unfastening the ankle strap on her heels.
"What other things?"
"Well a kind of deal," at Kagome's quizzical look he grinned. "A sort of… publicity stunt, if you will."
"Keiji," Kagome warned, as she slipped both heels off and put on her sandals, "I already told you that I'm not jumping out of an airplane fo-"
"No, no, no," Keiji cut off with a laugh, remembering when he had proposed her to jump out of a plane wearing one of her beautiful, fairy-like dresses, for a grand entrance at one of her shows last year. "It's more like giving the people something they have been waiting to see since you became famous."
"And what," Kagome said slowly as she eyed her manager, (That's what we are going to call him; he handles the publicity, bookings, and other things. He has very good and influential resources.) "would that be?"
"A relationship," he stated simply, giving her a huge smile. Kagome gave him a dirty look as she stood up off the couch.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" She asked through narrowed eyes, her hands balled at her hips.
"Now Kaggie," he soothed, using her nickname that only a select number of people were allowed to call her, "you know I only mean that you haven't been seen with any man-"
"That's not true!" Kagome protested.
"-that wasn't an employee or me," he continued as if she never said anything. Kagome kept quiet, knowing what he said was right. She stopped dating a long time ago. "So," he concluded cheerfully, "I have made arrangements for you to be dating your lead male model for next month."
"What?!" Kagome shrilled, angrily. "I'm not going to be dating anyone, especially someone I don't know, and I haven't even found my lead yet!"
"Actually," Keiji said calmly as he dodged a heeled shoe, "you won't be dating him, just letting the public assume that you two are seeing each other."
"By doing what? Having a make out session down the runway?!"
"Of course not," he said nonchalantly, "but a make out session would be a nice touc-" he stopped at the deadly glare he was getting from Kagome as she held her other shoe menacingly. "Ok, ok, no make out session. All you have to do is just show up at places with him. Parties, shows, gatherings, etcetera."
"Why do I get the feeling I don't have a choice in the matter?" Kagome asked with narrowed eyes as she made her way toward her door.
"Because you don't," he stated as he followed her. Kagome scowled, as she flounced passed her secretary's desk and out of the small room into a large hallway. Despite the fact that Kagome was 5'4 and with most of her height being in her legs, and was pretty much stomping down the hallway like an angry school girl, Keiji easily kept up with her pace. He was, after all, over six feet tall and with his long legs, he didn't have to make a great effort to walk by her side.
"I don't even have a lead yet." She told him again, making a right, and walking toward the elevators.
"As a matter of fact," he replied smartly as they got into the elevator and Kagome hit the number two button, (it's a five floor building.) "I have already booked your new leading male model."
"And who would that be?" Kagome was defiantly not hiding her disapproval with him. She impatiently tapped her foot, waiting for the elevator to stop.
"Why," Keiji grinned, "only the hottest model in Japan of course!" Kagome right eye started to twitch in severe annoyance. The elevator doors opened and Kagome stepped out, and then realized he wasn't going to follow her she stood in front of him, arms crossed angrily. "The one and only, Takahashi, Inuyasha!"
Kagome's jaw dropped as she stared at her manager in shock. Her beautiful blue/grey eyes darkened with anger. He beamed a smile at her and flashed her a thumbs up, luckily for Keiji the doors closed before Kagome could strangle him to death.
'Inuyasha?!' Kagome thought angrily, as she proceeded to power walk to the design room. 'Of all the models in all of Japan, it had to be that pompous, pigheaded, moron?'
Inuyasha was indeed a fabulous model, he was absolutely gorgeous, and one of the most photogenic people Kagome has ever seen. He had beautiful long silver locks, the most amazing golden eyes she had ever seen, and a face that put most men to shame. However, he was a rude, stubborn, arrogant playboy. He was definitely not the type of person she would date, or even someone she thought would agree to something like this anyway. Kagome had only met him a few times when she attended other shows and of course the occasional photo shoot she would go to when she was scouting for some new models. He was a jerk. Why did Keiji pick him of all people?
The only other thing she knew about him was that his father, Takahashi, Inutashio, was in the film industry. Takahashi Productions was one of the top leading film producing companies in Japan. Inuyasha's mother, Takahashi, Izayoi, was a retired model and now helped her husband with the company. She knew he had a brother but couldn't remember his name. He worked at his father's company; Kagome wasn't really sure exactly what he did though.
Kagome flung the design room door open and marched in towards the back of the enormous room. The design room was where all the magic happened. Long tables where all over the room, sewing machines, racks and racks of fabrics in ever shade imaginable, sketches on the walls for the current designs, racks of all different types, shapes, sizes, colors of belts, shelf after shelf of every color and type of shoe that was created for this specific dress line, and of course dress forms.
Female and male dress forms. Some were just the torsos, others were torsos and arms, and some were arms, torsos, and legs. If it had something to do with creating clothes, you name it, it was here. There were only about 20 people in the room right now. Some were working on designs that Kagome had sketched previously for people who had called and asked for her to design a specific outfit for them. Some other ones were putting the final touches to some dresses for the show, and the rest were in the back, Sango being one of them, preparing to start on the last three dresses. Sango already had the sea-green colored silk draped over a torso dress form, and was studying Kagome's sketch, that she had blown up to just about actual size, plastered on the wall right in front of her. She had one of the front of the dress and one right beside it of the back. The dress was sleeveless, was tight around the bust and waist, then flowed loosely to right below the knees. It also had a silk black ribbon that went around the waist and would be worn with black open toed stilettos with multi elastic ankle bands. The shoes had already been made, and were sitting on one of the shelves, at the very back of the room.
"Sango," Kagome interrupted, getting the attention of the said girl, "don't forget the two and a half inch wide ribbon belt that goes with that."
"Yeah I know. Do you want that separate or sewn on in the front so it will tie in the back?" Sango asked as she observed the waist line of the sketch.
"Sewn," Kagome answered as she moved to the right side of the room, where two other rolls of silk sat. She quickly inspected the dark gold silk and then moved on to the light blue silk. Before she could even get started her phone cell phone started ringing. She had the ear piece in her ear and had the phone attached to her hip. She glanced down and saw that it was Keiji. She clicked the talk button.
"Your fired," She told him calmly as she pulled off a sheet of the dark gold silk and situated it around the dress form, using small pins to hold it in place.
"Awww Kaggie you have said that so many times." Came the reply, Kagome could almost hear him grin.
"I mean it this time!" Kagome retorted, as she sat down on a small stool beside the hanging silk.
"Well anyway I was just calling to let you know," Keiji continued as if she never said anything, "that your new toy will be staying with you until after the show."
"My new t-?" Kagome stopped as she realized what he meant, "I do NOT think so and don't call him my new toy that sounds like you're talking about a vibrator or something!" This statement caused a few awkward glances at Kagome but she just threw them all a fierce look and they quickly got back to work.
"Well I am sure if you asked him Kaggie he would be more than willing to pretend to be yo-"
"You sick-o!" Kagome screeched at him, her cheeks burning with color. You couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or anger. Both probably…. "Don't you even suggest something like that! There is no way that that…that playboy is living with me!"
"It's already been arranged Kagome dear," he replied cheekily.
"What?!" Kagome stood up so fast she knocked over the stool she was sitting on. It hit the floor with a loud thud, causing a few looks, one being from her best friend. Sango cast a curious gaze over to Kagome, wondering what was going on. "You better UN-arrange it or I'll-"
"Fire me?" Keiji asked amused. Before Kagome could reply he continued. "The only reason he needs to stay with you is so you guys can show up together for everything."
"We can do that without him living with me!"
"Actually no you really can't. He lives over an hour away from your manor. How is he supposed to show up, in the same limo as you, if he lives that far from you?"
"I don't know! Put him up in a hotel room for all I care!"
"No can do Kaggie," He replied, "Deal has already been made with his agent. Besides it will give you a chance to get to know him. You never know you might actually like him."
"I very much doubt that!" Kagome snapped.
"Well it doesn't matter Kagome it's already done. Besides it's only a month, you will be busy most of the time anyway."
"Keiji I really hate you!"
"I love you to Kaggie baby!" He said with a laugh as he hung up.
With a growl of frustration Kagome ripped the ear piece out of her ear and flung it across the room, causing it to disconnect from the cell phone and skid across the floor. What the hell? Why did she even have to go through with this? Why was Keiji doing this to her? Of course she couldn't back out of a deal that had already been made! That's rule number one of this business. You say you're going to do something you better do it or you will quickly fall to the end of your career.
'Today is just a horrible day,' Kagome thought miserably.
"Kagome what's wrong?"Sango asked as she sat on the table by Kagome. Kagome sighed heavily as she sat down on a stool pulled up to the table, beside Sango. Kagome filled her in on what was going on.
"Wow," Sango said after Kagome was done, "a whole month eh?" Kagome nodded grimly. "Well this could be very interesting."
"You're against me to Sango-chan?!" Kagome whined.
"Oh please," Sango scoffed, "this could actually be fun Kaggie. You get to spend a whole month with THEE hottest man in Japan. What is so bad about that?"
"The fact that I don't want him to stay with me! I don't want people to think we are dating, and I most certainly do not want a relationship. Pretend or not." Kagome retorted as she stalked over to dress form with her silk pinned around it.
"Kagome it would be good for you to actually have fun for a chance."
"I do have fun," Kagome protested as she sat down on the stool and started to fuss with the beautiful fabric.
"You know what I mean Kagome," Sango told her, as she hopped of the table to stand by her friend.
"I can't Sango," Kagome disagreed quietly, as she diverted her eyes away from Sango's scrutinizing gaze.
"Kagome," Sango said gently as she rested a hand on her best friend's shoulder, "it's been four years; you need to start living your life. You know this isn't how your parents would want you to be." Sango felt Kagome tense under her hand.
"I just can't Sango." Kagome told her firmly as she got up and continued to mess with the silk, moving a piece here, and a piece there, trying to decide exactly what she was going to do. Sango sighed and decided to change the subject, knowing Kagome won't talk about it. She actually hasn't mentioned anything about that entire night over four years ago….
"Well Kaggie if you need me," Sango told her, ending her own thoughts, and giving Kagome a smile "even to rescue you from a super sexy, hormone ragging male model, you can just call me."
"You just might regret telling me that," Kagome warned with a grin, obviously grateful for the turn of the subject.
"I said you can call me," Sango said her eyes shining with amusement, "I didn't say I would answer."
"Get back to work!" Kagome scolded as she threw an unopened pack of pins at Sango. Sango easily dodged it and strolled back to her station, laughing.
'Some friends I have.' Kagome thought. She got back to work, blocking out the memories that were trying to force its way back into her mind, putting all her thoughts and concentration into her new creation.
The front door of the Takahashi mansion slammed closed, indicating that the young twenty-one year old hanyou model was home, and obviously wasn't in the greatest of moods…. Inuyasha stomped up the stairs a dark scowl with a hint of determination plastered on his handsome face. Two maids that happen to be standing in the hallway chatting when Inuyasha rounded the corner, quickly turned their sweepers back on. Vigorously sweeping the floor pretending to be totally engrossed in what they were doing, so as not to catch Inuyasha's eye. They sighed in complete relief when Inuyasha stalked past them, heading toward the double doors toward the end of the hallway, on the right.
He burst through the doors, and seeing the black hair of the target of his wrath, sitting behind a big oak desk, a black phone pressed to his ear, he advanced on his prey. He took the phone from him and slammed it onto the receiver so hard that the phone broke completely in half.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" Inuyasha snarled.
"Well," the man said arching his eyebrow up, "I was making an important phone call until you so rudely crushed my unsuspecting little piece of technology."
"Cut the crap Miroku!" Inuyasha snapped. "You know what the hell I'm talking about!"
"Now I will have to go out and buy a new one…." Miroku trailed off, sighing dramatically, as if Inuyasha had never spoken. "Maybe I will get a blue one this time. No perhaps a purple one… wait do they even make purple office phones?!"
"Miroku…" Inuyasha growled warningly, as his left eye started to tick in severe annoyance.
"Yes Inuyasha?" Miroku asked, his bright blue eyes just shining with feigned innocence.
"If you don't stop being a dumbass right now I swear I will kill you."
Miroku just sighed and looked up at his friend. "Inuyasha it's not going to be that bad. Kagome is actually a really lovely woman an-"
"I don't give a shit how lovely she is!" Inuyasha exploded as he threw his hands up in the air. Remember the conversation they had on the phone about a half hour ago that had lead up to Inuyasha's rampage. "I have more important things to do with my time then running around as some crappy fashion designer's public lover!"
"First off, she is not a crappy fashion designer," Miroku corrected, twirling a pen around his long fingers. "She happens to be one of the best designers in Japan. She is only nineteen years old, has her own career as an exceptional designer, and of course has her own fashion magazine. Ms. Higurashi's success can hardly be defined as 'crappy'."
Inuyasha glowered at Miroku, a look that would have sent just about everyone else in the world into a hyperventilating state of panic, as he plopped down in an oversized chair. Not Miroku though. He has been Inuyasha's friend since childhood, and has been his agent since Inuyasha started his modeling career. Inuyasha's temper was nothing new to him, even though sometimes he did get a little nervous around him. Inuyasha had a habit of conking him on the head once in awhile…. well more often than that actually…
"So what?" Inuyasha scoffed, as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, in his usual stubborn manner.
"Inuyasha," Miroku sighed as he tossed the pen down onto his desk, "this will be an amazing publicity opportunity for you." Inuyasha just snorted. "And from what I've heard she hasn't had a boyfriend in a really long time…"
"Keh. She's probably some kind of wacked out psycho and no one wants her…" Inuyasha muttered sulkily. Miroku rolled his eyes, partially amused that the big bad inu-hanyou was sitting in his chair sulking like a cranky little child that was being forced to eat his vegetables. Miroku chuckled at that thought.
"What the hell are you laughing at?" Inuyasha asked suspiciously, bringing Miroku back to reality.
"Never mind that," Miroku waved it off. Inuyasha gave him a weird look and Miroku just ignored him. "Just think of the good publicity you will get. Takahashi, Inuyasha so irresistible that even the unattainable Higurashi, Kagome couldn't resist his charm."
At Inuyasha's smug look, and the slight puffing of his chest, Miroku knew he had him. Inuyasha's narcissistic side came in handy sometimes…
"Well anyway you will be leaving in about two days. She is presenting her new dress line at the Fuji Theater and you will be attending the after party with her." Miroku informed him.
"So how far away is her men's show anyway?"
"WHAT?!" Inuyasha roared and Miroku winced. "I have to live with her for a whole month?"
"It won't be that bad," Miroku assured him, "you guys will be busy doing your own thing most of the time anyway."
"I should just fire you." Inuyasha growled.
"Then your career would go down the toilet," Miroku replied nonchalantly as he started to spin around in his office chair. Inuyasha snorted, but didn't comment.
'What the hell? Why do I know such weird people?' Inuyasha thought grimly as he watched his twenty-three year old friend play with his office chair whooping with glee as he spun around.
Well that's my first chapter guys! What did you think? Reviews are greatly appreciated :D Hopefully I will be updating within the next few days, so stay tuned :)