A/N: Just a little drabble, because I got bored on holiday. The idea popped into my head whilst I was writing a different oneshot (yeah, I tried to write a lot last week XD), and I figured I may as well write it.

Warning: it's a parody, so it is slightly over-exaggerated - please don't be offended by it.

Disclaimer: I don't own TMM. (Can I just put that on my profile and be done with it? Disclaimers are getting annoying.)

Her room was perfect. No - more than perfect. There wasn't a room in the rest of the world that could measure up to hers.

A Zakuro Fujiwara blanket covered her bed, matching the pillows and purple curtains prettily. Two large Zakuro posters hung on the north and south walls, while the west was smothered with a collage of smaller magazine pull-outs and clippings from photos. Beneath it was her chest-of-drawers, on which sat her expensive, jeweled vanity mirror and several more framed photos of the supermodel. Fourteen Zakuro bobble-heads lined up in front of the mirror, each one a different limited edition. They stood proudly behind the bottles of designer Fujiwara perfume, and the expensive Fujiwara gold-and-silver watches, and the Zakuro notebook - effectively paired up with a fluffy purple pen to match the cover and pages inside. On her bedside cabinet lay a stack of magazines, all with Zakuro on the front, and special Zakuro bookmarks placed throughout each, highlighting the pages on which there were articles about the model. A Zakuro plushie perched on her pillows, continuously smiling its stitched-on smile, as if it were happy to be there.

From underneath her designer Zakuro light-shade, Minto clasped her hands over her custom made 'Zakuro's No. 1 Fangirl' t-shirt-clad torso, and sighed happily.

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