~ Expensive Smile ... ~

Prologue: Expensive Smile ...

Title: Expensive Smile ...
Subtitle: Valuable Smile ...
Part 1/?
Author: Wolffan
Fandome: Naruto
Genre: Drama / Drakfic / Songfic
Music> Shame Disclaimer:

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Inos Prov:

Nothing lasts forever
One flower died at any one time

Sighing, I look into the large mirror front and look skeptically in the light of the bright lightbulbs at my hairstyle, which I keep tugging at. Again and again that day I nervously grab the brush on the table and use it to straighten my blonde hair. Almost completely I am arranging all the loose strands in their place again.
About five weeks ago I was booked as a model for this year's spring collection by Karl Lagerfeld. When my agent called me and told me everything my heart almost stopped. Because just the idea that I should run alongside personalities like Heidi Klum or Claudia Schiffer has always been one of my big goals.Finally one of my dreams should come true.
But this job had a very lucrative advantage, as the fashion show would also attract attention and paplisaty. Soon the years of drudgery would finally have paid off. If everything went smoothly, I could soon get myself a permanent ticket for all the major catwalks in the world.
"Ino. On the catwalk in twenty minutes.", Shizune, the organizer of this fashion show, which is now standing in the doorway, calls me out of my thoughts.
I turn my head and look into her black eyes and nod: “Fine, I'll be ready in a minute.” Although not really, but with this bite you can't afford something like that.
She nods briefly to me before hurrying away again.
Relatively satisfied, I put the brush on its side and get up from my seat, but not before I have another nervous look in the mirror.
"So now it begins."The door of my cloakroom closes silently behind me.

I never feel the beauty
Why couldn't I see it
through other people's eyes?

Inos Prov end.

The rain is pattering softly against the window pane of the taxi that has been rushing through the night on the wet highway for several minutes. Lights from the passing lanterns penetrate the interior of the car and are reflected in the glasses of the sunglasses that the young woman was wearing.
Her layered black hair hangs open over her shoulders, it shimmers slightly bluish in the semi-darkness, while in her eyes you can read growing interest the closer you get to the brightly lit city.

Hinatas Prov:

I found a conversation
It was heavily due to my intention
And although couldn't get it

Curiously, I leaned forward in the comfortable seat and watched the car get closer and closer to the center of New York. Up in the sky the outlines of the moon emerged, some of which was hidden under thick clouds.Since there was almost no vehicle on the road at this time, we made rapid progress. The landscape that passed us soon changed. The barren meadows away from the street wipe more and more isolated housing estates.
The car soon left the highway and took the direct route to Manhattan, because there was the small apartment that I had temporarily rented.
After a good quarter of an hour the taxi finally reached the small side street, 45th Street. It creaked on the dirty sidewalk. I got out of the car, stiff from long sitting.
"How much does that matter?" I asked the driver, who was so nice and took my pastries, two huge trollis, out of the trunk
"Exactly $ 120, Mam."
I quickly reached into my jacket pocket and took out my purse and handed the man the counted money: "Here, please. The rest is for you."
He nodded his thanks before I turned away and walked towards the house where my apartment was.The street consisted of an estimated no more than twenty houses and a single lantern, which gave only little light and stood at the intersection with the main street. That seemed to be from the sixties, as the multi-story house was built in that style, as I could see in the dark.
Cursing, I looked in the pockets of my jeans for the house key that I had received in the mail a few days ago, and finally found what I was looking for. The door slammed shut as I started the agonizing climb towards the top floor.
"Why did I have to take so much luggage with me. That's what I got from it." I etched under the weight of the luggage after I somehow managed to get it halfway alive into my apartment.
Yawning, I stowed my belongings in the cupboards, since the apartment had already been furnished, and then stepped onto the small balcony that was at the back of the house.From there you had a beautiful view of the jungle of abandoned backyards, tiny gardens and cobbled streets, all of which were so close together that you quickly lost track if you didn't know your way around. During the day it always had to be very busy, but now at night there was a peaceful silence over this part of the city.
With my eyes closed I lean against the metal railing and listen to the noises of the night.
"New York City, here I am. Soon every citizen of this city will know the name Hinata Hyuuga ..."

I think we know
We cannot go back in time

Hinatas Prov end.


Inos Prov:


Always nailed me to the floor
And I left the sea of ​​clouds
Left the sea of ​​clouds

The way I put my heels on echoes on the polished floor as I walk briskly to the entrance of the V.I.P. Area. I am allowed in without complications and find myself in the usual crowd.Other models push past me who have to change while walking because they don't have the time. There are frantic exclamations of annoyance around me.
That's one of the things I hate about fashion shows like this: the hectic pace and the pressure that weighs on you, because you know you shouldn't make mistakes. But what can you do? As a model, you have no claims to make in such matters or you can go home straight away.
I pick up the clothes I have put back from the designers that I am about to present and go to one of the changing rooms, where I change quickly, as there is not much time left before the performance.
I step out of the cabin with slightly shaky legs. I have to support myself against the wall, otherwise I would have made acquaintance with the floor.
"Oh no. Please not now."
I look around hastily. Fortunately, nobody noticed, because they are all too busy with themselves to take care of me.Sighing and praying inwardly that everything is going well, I get in touch with Shizune.
"Ok Ino. You can get out now. Good luck.", She explains to me after looking at her clipboard. She looks at me encouragingly.
"I can use that.", It flashes through my head, but I only answer with a nod: "Thank you."
I swallow hard again and then step onto the catwalk.

I was always a girl that always needed
But my life is so incomplete
Why did I feel my life so quietly?

My gaze is stubbornly straight while I run to the beat of the music that started when I entered the catwalk. Since I'm running the opening of the show, all eyes are on me, but I skilfully ignore them.
I fall into a Tronx-like state in which only the here and now exists, only this one decisive moment is important. It's always like that when I'm on the catwalk. I have been told many times that I will become a different person there.All changes:
My smile, my style, everything.
I don't pay attention to the thunderstorm of flashlights, which falls on me from all sides. The headlights dazzle me, but I don't think it's important. Always towards the imaginary point, always following the invisible line.
A quarter of the way done ...
There is a noise in my ears. Don't let me know, just keep walking. I won't ruin this moment for myself. Regardless of the price.
The half…
My knees are starting to tremble. My breathing speeds up feeling like after running a marathon. Go ahead anyway. Struggle to keep me on my feet.
Three quarters behind me ...
Pain pulsates through my body. Grit your teeth together. Just a little longer ... Grit your teeth. I have to make it. Damn I have to, no matter how.
Stagger, my legs give way. Hit your head on the floor. Everything goes black….

I paid the price for all of my sinsAnd all love ended
A new life starts
My independence

Inos Prov end.

Tentens Prov:

The flash of the large spotlights that are built around the set blind me for a moment, but I don't let it impress me any further and smile skillfully into the camera.
The photographer pressed the shutter button several times that evening while I kept repositioning myself in various poses in front of the large lake. My reflection is reflected in the calm water.
I am repeatedly encouraged by the photographer to meet myself over and over again. Only marginally do I notice that the warm sun has long sunk behind the horizon, I am just too absorbed in my work.

For love and despair
Is right here on the wall

I easily start to shiver and rub my hands together to warm myself, because despite the cold season I am relatively thinly dressed. As I walk across one of the large meadows in Centrel Park, my gaze wanders up to the black sky.A good quarter of an hour ago we finished the photo shoot for the new spring collection from C&A and I can finally go home. I sigh in resignation. Because of the photo shoot I totally forgot the time actually I wanted to watch Ino at her opening run of the Karl Lagerfeld fashion show, but I can now safely forget that because it is definitely over.
"I'm sure I can hear something from her right away. But it was pretty stupid too. Especially when she hasn't talked about anything else in the last few weeks ... <
The beep of my cell phone calls me out of my thoughts. I rummage in my handbag absent-mindedly and find it relatively