Wine was quite pleased how easy it was to let the guards grant her access past the front gate. Turning her head then playfully stating to the guards, "Thank you." Before moving on. This time her walk was a bit different. The teen's roundish and slightly big head was tilted a bit towards the dark coloured sky. Her hip movements became slightly exaggerated. This walk was close to the kind of walk she would do for cosplay runway contests. Wine's eyes were filled with anticipation yet they along with the rest of her body, was practically overflowing with confidence. It seemed as if with each step forward the teen take, Wine became more confident along with fearless.
The door now becoming closer and closer, the teen could practically feel her heart beginning to speed up. The young woman could feel it, her dreams becoming true. No longer would she be Wine Inoue cosplayer and student of Karakura High. Instead, she'll be something new and greater, Wine the idol. Wine the Singer. Wine the model. Wine who had all eyes on her, the one the girls looked up to and the one the guys would want to be with. Though for either group it wouldn't be easy. The girls could tan themselves all they want to achieve her dark skin, attempt to get all the plastic surgery they could get their hands on but their inner selves could never compare to Wine's. Almost all would practically wither away if they saw her face to face and think 'Why didn't I stay true to myself?' As for the guys, not a lot of them would be able to satisfy her. But, a lot of them would think they could. Wine could see herself getting bored with a guy that had nothing else going for him but his willingness to buy the teen whatever she wanted.
She sighed out loud. The people within her mind weren't her real fans. No, they just saw a very tiny exterior of her. The teen's true fans would support her no matter what, they would feel moved when they saw her perform. The fans would be grateful for going to any event she went to. They held whatever song she sung or image the teen held close to their heart. Those fans loved her and Wine would love them back plus work hard to keep them her fans. Maybe even do something such as giving away free merchandise for some fans. Suddenly, her daydream was broken. Everyone looked at her with looks of disgust, fear, shame, anger and other negative emotions. At first Wine didn't get it. Then the teen saw it, the blood on her hands first and next the beaten up body. There was a war storming within her. A side that wanted to laugh and cry in satisfaction, the girl had beaten someone down. It was so...exhilarating! The opposing side however, was sad and scared. She knew her actions were disliked by everyone. The teen could see what was going to happen next, no one would want to talk to or touch her. The world would ignore her. That's what the fear was, being ignored. As if people didn't see her at all either body or spirit. Like she never existed in the first place.
Now nearly at the door, Wine had stopped. Her eyes no longer confident or fearless, now frightened and upset. It took her a moment to remember where the young woman was. Immediately, shaking off the negative emotions. Some scenario that only played out in her head wasn't going to ruin her chances at all. Confidence and fearlessness flowed quickly back into her body. Continuing to walk towards the door in her model strut way. Placing a manicured hand on the front door's handle Wine turned it and with a small click it was open.
Despite Wine preparing herself for whoever may be on the other end of the door, she wasn't expecting the guy that stood-sat in front of her. The teen did her best to suppress the surprise she felt. "Hello." Wine began to say. He...is he the one I'm looking for? Wine thought. Is...is this some sort of joke? "Are you...." Realizing that the door was both still open and she didn't step inside, Wine immediately stepped in then softly closed the door behind her. "Are you, the head of this househol-" Noticing right after she was almost done asking the question that she hadn't introduced herself yet. Some of the feelings of the teen's earlier episode must've still affected her she deducted. "I mean. Hello I'm Inoue Wine." The teen bowed politely, "Are you the head of this household?"