The Next Top Model: Soul Society

  Chapter 2: Meanwhile I

  Aizen looked out of the top floor balcony of the Tokyo hotel, smiling broadly at the view below of the city lights in the night.

  "You should see this view, Tousen. Amazing."

  At the table of the lavish hotel room Tousen sat running his fingers over a Braille version of a girlie magazine. "Hmph."

  "No. I mean it. Absolutely amazing."

  Suddenly the door opened and Gin stepped in, dressed in black Dockers and a gray brushed cotton shirt, his necktie askew.

  "How about a knock, Gin?" Aizen said, turning and frowning at the other man.

  Gin pulled on his tie ends and headed straight for the three panel mirror on the wall near the table. "It wasn't locked."

  Aizen scowled at him.

  "Besides, he's here," Gin said, nodding to Tousen at the table.

  "The toilet won't flush in my room," Tousen said, turning a page of the magazine.

  "So you only come in here ... to..." Gin made a face in the mirror as he pulled at the knot in the tie. "Yuck."

  Aizen ran a hand through his hair as a breeze mussed it out of place. He glanced at Gin. "Where do you think you're going?"

  "Out to find the nightlife here." Gin snugged the tie up to his collar. "I'd invite ya, but I know ya got things to do."

  Aizen tried to brush his hair back into place, making strands of it droop over his eyes. "You're supposed to be here to support the women."

  "The show don't air 'til tomorrow." Gin looked to Tousen. "Whaddya reading?"

  Tousen held up the magazine, opened to a layout.

  Gin recoiled and nearly opened his eyes.

  Tousen lowered the magazine and ran his fingers over the Braille bumps. "They have some fascinating articles in here. This one woman is studying to be a marine biologist."

  Gin looked to Aizen, and then back to the mirror. "Just came to say bye. I'm outta here."

  "Get me some industrial strength hair gel while you're out," Aizen said, trying to push his hair back into its gravity-defying style.

  "Maybe."

  The more Aizen combed his fingers through his hair, the more it hung into his face. "Maybe hairspray..."

  Gin and Tousen both looked to him abruptly.

  Aizen looked back at them with palpable embarrassment. "... Was that out loud?"

  Gin nodded, grinning. "Yep. Ya want hairspray?"

  "...No..."