Mount a Search by henhito [drabble #169]
Title: Mount a Search
Author: henhito
Theme: mount
Genre: Fluff?
Rating: PG
Warnings: 1st attempt at contest, 2nd at fanfic
Word Count: 200 (according to Word)
Summary: His search for the perfect beauty leads him to an old acquaintance
The tension in the room mounted as everyone waited with bated breath for the final proclamation. This was the sixteenth embodiment of perfection, the crème de la crème of the modeling world, and she was going to be rejected, they could all feel it.
With a mute shake of the head Japan’s most eccentric fashion designer turned away. An almost audible groan went up as the indignant brat began to protest. The broad shoulders of the retreating designer tensed at the whiny sound. He turned his head just a fraction, as if to turn around, and let his displeasure at the prospect radiate from him. With a shiver the crushed girl wisely ceased and quickly retreated.
Leaving the girl to her agent, the long-time staff followed their white-haired boss into the streets of Harajuku to find the new 'Moonlight' goddess.
Finally, after hours of wondering and fruitless searching, he began walking with purpose. His staff, knowing the signs and trusting their leader, followed. And there she was around the next corner: a black-haired beauty with the radiance of youth and the pose of maturity.
“Miko”
The entire group caught their breath at the brilliant smile she turned their way.
Perfection.
Author: henhito
Theme: mount
Genre: Fluff?
Rating: PG
Warnings: 1st attempt at contest, 2nd at fanfic
Word Count: 200 (according to Word)
Summary: His search for the perfect beauty leads him to an old acquaintance
The tension in the room mounted as everyone waited with bated breath for the final proclamation. This was the sixteenth embodiment of perfection, the crème de la crème of the modeling world, and she was going to be rejected, they could all feel it.
With a mute shake of the head Japan’s most eccentric fashion designer turned away. An almost audible groan went up as the indignant brat began to protest. The broad shoulders of the retreating designer tensed at the whiny sound. He turned his head just a fraction, as if to turn around, and let his displeasure at the prospect radiate from him. With a shiver the crushed girl wisely ceased and quickly retreated.
Leaving the girl to her agent, the long-time staff followed their white-haired boss into the streets of Harajuku to find the new 'Moonlight' goddess.
Finally, after hours of wondering and fruitless searching, he began walking with purpose. His staff, knowing the signs and trusting their leader, followed. And there she was around the next corner: a black-haired beauty with the radiance of youth and the pose of maturity.
“Miko”
The entire group caught their breath at the brilliant smile she turned their way.
Perfection.