Hey guys! Welcome to Chapter 15! I hope you liked the last chapter and I hope you like this one too <3 now let's have the disclaimer.
All the characters from Naruto do not belong to me in any single way.
Love,
Victoria.
Kagami's POV
Chunky sky high black knee length leather boots paired with a delicate baby blue ditsy printed sundress, blue hair spun into a messy bun atop her head and arms sprinkled with gold bangles. This was a look only Konan herself could pull off. Midnight blue polished fingers typing away feverishly on her phone and eyes narrowed into slits before she picked up the receiver and started barking into the device "What the fuck do you mean you can't make it? You know what- It doesn't matter, you're fired. No more excuses, no more bullshit, don't let me see you anywhere in this district again." She let out an exasperated huff and turned towards me, eyes softening. "At least you're here," She grabbed me by the shoulder and lead me out the door. "I caught my good for nothing store manager stealing from us last month and now apparently that little skank is planning to pull the plug on us and call the cops."
Grabbing me by both shoulders now and staring dead into my eyes she said "This is why I need your help." She loosened her grip on me and started walking again. "I know you've just joined us not long ago, but I really need your help in this case. The akatsuki run an underground liquor business behind the front of the boutique Paper Flowers- which just so happens to be run by me. Reimbursed by my parents for me to earn some moolah. Of course the Akatsuki holds a share in this little business of ours. "
She cleared her throat, "Which brings me to my main point, would you be oh so kind to help manage the store?"
A thousand question marks scurried around my head, what if I got in trouble? What would my family think? But I didn't have the luxury of time, she needed an answer now. I looked her briefly in the eyes and nodded. "Yes." "Fantastic. So your job is to just shuffle the ladies in and out of the shop and help them out with whatever they need. If a real customer enters, they will request for 'A bouquet lilacs and daffodils' in which you will ask 'For what occasion?' And they should answer 'Because there's a funeral in August' If they succeed to follow these steps accordingly, you may show them to the door in the back room."
She looked around the surroundings and said "It's best we continue in the store, follow me." We left the campus and walked about 3 blocks away until we reached the mysterious boutique. It looked just like any other storefront. It was tastefully decorated, the outer walls painted a pale yellow, brandishing a wooden sign that held the stores name and a striped canopy over the entrance. Upon entering the store, the scent of sugar and peppermint overwhelmed me. My eyes grazed the selection of clothing, all the items were painfully chic. They had pastels, neons and metallics in every shade, prints and knits too. Pumps, heels, flats and sneakers were shelved neatly on walls alongside the purses, clutches and canvas bags. Garments were sorted via length, material and color. Assorted succulents in rose gold pots dusted windowsills and corners added a sweet touch.
My eyes drifted over to an indie patterned gold embroidered white sheath dress with a flared skirt and sweetheart neckline. Immediately drawn to it, I flipped over the price tag. To my dismay, I soon discovered that the prices in this store were surely not for the faint of heart.
Konan, sensing my distain quickly added, "It's okay, you can basically afford everything here with the staff discount." Winking, she continued rummaging around her bag to locate the key to the staff room door. Once unlocked, she lead me inside. It was nothing special, unwashed coffee mugs strewn around the sink and a lonely coat rack stood in a corner. Throwing her bag down on the table, she proceeded to lift up her heel and with a mighty push, stamped her foot on the ground three times at the spot right beside the coffee table. Fine lines appeared and a small wooden door sprang up from the floor. Turning back and grinning at my astonished face, she beckoned me to follow her down the steps which seemed to lead to a cellar of sorts. I followed suit and entered the underground room.
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