Disclaimer: Give Cezar what he owns and give Watsuki-sama what belongs to him.
Warning: OOC characters, lame humor, sort of AU, and...ridiculously short chapters.
Notes: I'm not an English native speaker. Be aware of grammar errors and orthography mistakes. Also, feel free to read and to eventually review.
PART I: Opening the curtains...
As soon as the young man entered, people turned to look at him.
He was littler than a woman. He had long womanly hair. Red, like a witch's.
His figure showed nothing, hidden behind a huge purple kimono.
His face carried two big blue eyes. He was red. Maybe for embarrassment.
He wasn't an habitué at all.
"Hum...miss!" someone called.
"Me?" his voice squeaked. Like a woman's.
"Yes."
It was a very virile looking man carrying glasses, a shoulder-length hair tied in a ponytail and a tuft of beard who was talking him.
"You look sort of lost. May I help you?"
"Hum...well..."
"Ah. You're new. You're having doubts about this, aren't you?"
"Erhm...well, I don't know. I've never tried this before and..."
"Don't worry." he handed him a block of papers "You just have to fill
this form. Everything remains confidential, so people won't access your file. But you and us."
"I see." he nodded.
"Good. There is a desk over there." he pointed out a corner. "Please take your time, and make sure you give the proper answers to the questionnaire."
"Thank you." he bowed.
The phone rang once. Twice. Three times...No answer.
Then a figure burst into the room, hurriedly drying its hand.
The figure picked up the receiver.
"Mushi mush'?"
Silence.
"Yes, it's me."
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"Oh..."
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"Already?!"
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"Yes it is..."
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"I see."
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"Tomorrow afternoon... hum... that's fine."
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"Special room? I thought we~~~"
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"Are you sure no one would be spying or~~~"
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"Okay. May I ask you his name?"
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"Ah. Not at all."
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"Yes. Thank you for calling Watsuki-san."
He hung up, gazing in the space.
If it was to happen tomorrow afternoon, then he had to finish washing THAT kimono.