Title: Bad Romance
Synopsis: Chizuru's fashions tended to be a bit on the Gaga side.
Rating: K
A/N: Just a short, crappy drabble.
Disclaimer: I don't own Shiki or any of its characters. Also, I don't own Lady Gaga or any of her songs or her meat dresses.
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There was a point in every vampire's life where they had to throw off the dullness of the era that they had come from and become who they truly were meant to be. That point came the first time that Chizuru listened to an American song by the name of Poker Face and looked up the artist that would become her style icon and idol.
In the nineteen sixties, Chizuru switched off from being Twiggy and Audrey Hepburn, the seventies and eighties were about finding her inner-Bowie, the nineties… well, they were a dry spot, but then in the 2000s, an artist came who changed Chizuru's life forever.
"Who says that I can't wear a dress out of meat?" It was, of course, childish to whine, but there was nothing else that Chizuru could do. Sunako was being so unrelenting in her silly decisions. "If Lady Gaga can do it, then so can I." It was true, of course. The Gaga was an attractive little monster, but as far as bodies went—and of course, the actually being a monster thing went—Chizuru had her beat in every way. "It's just going out for one day. I'm sure that the villagers would think it was hilarious!"
Sunkao went through the list of reasons why her 'daughter' could not wear the dress—which she had already ordered from a city butcher to be delivered that night—into town. Why it would be seen by the village as being 'improper' and would call more negative attention to them than they already were getting.
But mostly Sunako couldn't stand the thought of seeing Chizuru dressed up in that way because, well, it would make her hungry looking at all of that raw meat.
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Fin