Little Pieces of Noir: Mireille Models
“Mireille, are you sure you want to keep doing this?”
“Kirika, relax! It’s not that bad. In fact, my mother considered doing the same thing.”
“Really?”
“Yes, now let’s get this over with.”
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(insert entertaining music)
“This is Mary Swinn from the Fashion Insider and tonight I managed to sit down with one of the freshest young women to hit the modeling world, Miranda Beaucamp! This French model completely hit us like a storm when she was signed to do a runway show for the Japanese husband and wife…um…married design team of Setsuna and Minako Aino-Meioh. On the lingerie show’s opening night, she prowled up and down the runway and became an overnight sensation, earning herself the nickname “the blonde panther” for her cat-like grace and beauty. Tonight, we get to hear more about the woman herself!”
(cuts to interview room)
The blond woman shook hands with the interviewer before sitting down in the opposite chair. The Corsican was glad she had dressed comfortably in khakis and a casual blouse. She glanced once at a brunette who stood close by protectively. ‘She looks like a cute little bodyguard!’ Mireille grinned as her partner scanned the studio.
“So, Ms. Beaucamp, are you ready to go?” Mary asked, noticing the minor distraction and noted it mentally. Mireille nodded. “So we know you’re from France, thus the accent…” She laughed at her own joke as Mireille pretended to laugh along. “You’ve said you live in Paris, but where did you grow up?”
“I grew up in Nice with an uncle.”
“What happened to your parents?” The reporter asked with unsurprising nosy-ness.
“They and my little brother were killed in a car accident when I was young.” Mireille cringed inwardly, giving Kirika a loving glance.
“I’m very sorry…” Mary replied, although it was hard to tell if she was truly sincere. “So how is your Uncle?”
“He died about a year ago.” ‘Miranda’ shot back. “…in a gardening accident.” The blond cursed herself. ‘That was the best you could do? I knew I should have prepared more…’
“A gardening accident? Oh dear, I won’t go into any more details.” The reporter looked slightly confused. “Let’s move on…” She ruffled a few note cards around.
“So how did you feel about doing “the Swimsuit Issue” last year?”
Mireille allowed a second to recall her answer. “I loved it. Being photographed in a swimsuit shows that I have a lot of confidence in myself, since there’s not much material to hide ‘problem areas.’" She leaned forward and laughed. "Plus, it was nice to visit the Caribbean. All the locations were gorgeous and the locals were all very friendly.” ‘While staring at my ass.’ She added mentally. “Not to mention, "the Swimsuit Issue" is great publicity and a major event in any model’s career. I feel privileged to have been involved.”
Mary smiled and leaned forward conspiratorially. “So what about your love life?”
Mireille remembered that Kirika had tried to convince her to say that she was single to protect her from backlash, but… “I’m seeing someone.” ...she didn't want anyone to think she was in the market either.
“Really… There have been some dirty rumors about you and your preferences.” Mary pretended to have a sympathetic disgusted look. “Reports mention a younger Asian woman…”
Mireille blushed. ‘I guess I’ve been too obvious.’ She sighed. ‘I might as well since the cat’s out of the bag.’ “Yes, it’s true. I have been involved with a Japanese woman for a couple of years now.” She waved Kirika over, who walked over shyly. She stood next to Mireille until the blond pulled her around and onto her lap. She blushed cutely.
“So this is your partner?” Mary leaned over and shook Kirika’s hand.
“Yes, this is my little…” There was an awkward silence while the Corsican quickly searched for a Japanese name. They had decided to use a fake name for Mireille to reduce recognition among the mafia and Soldats, but had completly forgotten one for Kirika.
“I’m Sakura Haruno.” The brunette quickly threw out.
Mireille nearly hit herself on the forehead. ‘The pink-haired girl from the Village Hidden in the Leaves? I knew I should have let her watch Naruto last night!’ “We met around the time I lost my Uncle.” She squeezed Kirika around the waist and laughed. “She’s cute, isn’t she?”
Mary obviously looked slightly uncomfortable. “Yeah...” She answered back ambiguously. “I was wondering why she’s around you all the time… So how did you two meet?”
“She may not look like it, but she is a master of several martial arts.” She put a hand on the girl’s shoulder, pride full in her voice. “She was training me when she saved me from these evil men in dark suits. I was instantly smitten.” The last part was purred into the brunette’s ear which made her constant blush darken.
“I guess this kills the rumors about you and Pierre.” Mary looked slightly disappointed at the loss of one of her major rumors.
Mireille’s blue eyes were cold. “That ‘boy’ DARED to insult Kiri… Sakura in front of me, then he tried to proposition me! He never stood a chance!”
Mary leaned back into her seat. “Is that why he’s been wearing a cast on his leg for the last month?”
Mireille smirked. “I heard it was a hiking accident.” She said dismissively. ‘Hiking, until he fell down a flight of stairs in the hotel! Ha ha ha!’ She suppressed her giggles.
Mary looked quite nervous now. “One final question: How were you discovered?”
“Sakura and I were shopping for bathing suits for her when this strange blonde and her wife came over and began to ask me if wanted to try modeling. I thought about it for a while and decided to go for it. I later realized that I had talked to the Setsuna and Minako.”
Mary looked as if she remembered something suddenly. “What did you do before you became a model?”
Mireille began to sweat. She forgot the answer she had prepared. The first thing out of her mouth was: “Mortician.” She wanted to hit herself. Kirika’s eyes went wide. She quickly stood up, nearly dropping Kirika, before grabbing her. “Oh look at the time!! We’ve got dinner reservations across town!” Then, they took off like a blur.
Mary sat there confused. “What’s wrong with being a mortician? My mother was one…” Then, she shrugged. “Crazy lesbian model.”
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(At the Swimsuit Issue Shoot – this year)
The fuzzy-haired photographer was mumbling to the producer. “So why is a lesbian and her girlfriend going to be put in the ‘famous husband’ section of the issue?”
The blond woman next to him chuckled. “Times are changing. The ‘famous husband’ section is becoming the ‘famous spouse’ section. This way the world famous “out” model can share the spotlight with her girlfriend.”
The photographer sighed. “It’s just a little new to me I guess. I’ve taken pictures of two girls who are friends before, but knowing they’re in love makes it kind of different.”
They watched “Miranda” bring a skimpy, white bathing suit to “Sakura.” The girl blushed violently. “You want me to wear that?” When the blond nodded, she shook her head in response.
Mireille just grinned evilly. “I want the world to know that I have a really hot girlfriend! Now it won’t be that bad! It’ll be over real quick.” The blond inched forward.
In response, the brunette backed up a step. Once again the blond moved forward again. Kirika dodged to the side as Mireille lunged forward. Then, the Japanese woman took off.
“You’ll get tired eventually!” Mireille called out as she began the chase. They began to laugh out loud. Eventually, Kirika stumbled (impossible, I know, but go with it) onto the sand. Mireille tackled her and they shared a kiss.
Kirika's resolve melted. “Okay, but what about my scar?” They were walking back to the dressing area.
“They’ll deal with it. You’re a martial artist, remember?” She wrapped her arms around the smaller woman before whispering: "Besides, I'll never forget that moment when you showed how much you cared for me."
The producer smiled. “Cute, aren’t they?”
“Yeah…” The photographer began to ponder a proper backdrop for the couple. “They deserve something special.”
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The photo shoot ended up being in front of an open window with gauzy white curtains fluttering in the wind. “Miranda” was in a light blue two piece and “Sakura” ended up in the skimpy, white two piece. Mireille stood behind and to the side with her arms around Kirika’s waist, a hand lovingly lingering on a scar on the younger girl’s side.
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Sorry for being so short and random, but I wanted to get this finished before I got distracted by homework again.
If there is a Fashion Insider, I don't own it. Although, I wouldn't be too surprised if there was.
Also, the name Sakura Haruno is a complete rip off of Naruto (I don’t own it either). Why did it pop up? They both like blonds! (heh heh)
Is it just me, or does ‘Inner Mireille’ remind me of ‘Inner Sakura?’
Review if you want. Thanks for reading!