Petite Princess
Iori x Makoto
Chapter 1: Not the Cinderella I Know
It was a peaceful day at 765 Pro's office. The weather was humid and hot, shade being the savior to many. As the hot day was occurring, most of the idols were out having fun, wherever. Even so, Makoto and Iori had decided they didn't feel like dealing with the hellish heat at all. They stayed inside with the heavenly cool breeze of the A/C, chatting with each other and watching television. A commercial came on with a trivial question: "If it was raining, what would it rain?"
Makoto squinted at the television in confusion, "Eh?" "Makoto!" Iori exclaimed. "Let's make a bet!" Makoto turned toward Iori, still in confusion, "Sure." "If you get this question correct, I'll do whatever you want for a week! If I get it correct, then you'll have to do the same." Iori explained the bet. "Wait," Makoto began ", so if I don't answer the question, I'll still stuck doing your bidding anyway?" Iori nodded with pride. "You tricked me!" Makoto leaned over to Iori and pulled her cheeks harshly. Just then, the commercial came back on to announce the answer to the trivia question; Iori and Makoto had about 30 seconds to decide on their answers. "Ow, ow, ow! Stop it! That hurts..! The commercial is back on!" Iori yelled. "Oh." Makoto stopped pulling Iori's cheeks. "Wouldn't it rain-rain? Or rain water?" Makoto tilted her head to the side and placed her hand under her chin, not sure of her answer. "It would rain cats and dogs, duh!" Iori put her hands on her hips, turned, and stuck her tongue out at Makoto. Makoto looked away from her as the announcer was preparing to announce the answers. "Ahem! Everyone the answer is: it would rain cats and dogs! Don't you feel smart yet?!"
Makoto fell to her knees. Mister announcer. I don't feel smart.
Iori stood above Makoto with a smug expression, "Now then, you shall do whatever I ask Makoto!"
Makoto, irritated, looked up at Iori in silence. "Makoto!" Iori shouted. "Be my prince!"
Makoto quickly stood up. "Ehhhhhh?! Are you kidding me?" Iori then said, "You aren't very feminine. I mean, don't get the wrong.. You desire to be girly, but you fit in suits nicely! And you are very boyish in spirit."
Makoto sighed. "What do I have to exactly do as your prince? 'Everything you say?'"
"Yep! And if you lack motivation, I can always add you unto our servants' pay roll, even if it is only for a week." Iori spouted.
"What type of princess pays a prince? That's kinda sad.." Makoto said with a nervous smile.
Iori began to pout. She grabbed arms Makoto as they stood in the middle of the walkway, and pulled her out the door. "Don't make fun of me, you jerk!" She continued pulling Makoto down the stairway until they were outside the office. "Iori! What are you doing? If you wanted to drag me somewhere, let's lock-up first!" Makoto scolded Iori. "Don't worry, we won't be going far. If someone did decided to wreck 765 Pro, my prince would save me, right?"
Makoto looked up toward the sky, sweating nervously, "It sure is a beautiful day, huh?"
"Eh? It's a complete hell! Don't try to play one on me…Makoto~" Iori said. Makoto replied, "So, where are we going that is 'so close' Iori?"
"Hm, just follow along! You'll see."
Iori let go of Makoto's arm, and instead she held her hand with a mild grip. They walked at a medium pace from the little bit of shade they were under. They only walked a couple feet before Iori stopped and turned toward a storefront. "Here we are!"
A men's clothing store.
Makoto threw her palm into her (face-palmed). "You weren't kidding-g…"
"Heheh," Iori giggled. She pulled Makoto into the store, dragging her to the most expensive and stylsish suits and tuxedos the store had.
"Oi, Iori..!" Makoto yelled as he struggled. The store clerk looked up to see what all the noise was about; he saw the cause, two girls. Why were they here? He wondered. …But he didn't want anything to do with it so he hid is face with a newspaper, pretending to read.
Iori traced her fingers alongthe rack as she murmured, trying to decide the best look for her "prince". "…My prince is….pure…strong…and…ah-hah!" Makoto stopped her gaze where Iori's finger had stopped, a white tuxedo. She pulled it from the rack and pushed it unto Makoto. "Makoto! Surely with this and maybe some shoes, you could embody a true prince!" Iori exclaimed with a sparkle in her eye.
"And how will you "become" a true princess?!" Makoto asked in skepticism.
"Hmph! How could you ask such a thing Makoto?! Aren't I not the perfect embodiment of an elegant princess?!" Iori yelled.
"More like an annoying princess." Makoto turned away. "Enough. Let's just get out of here before we cause a scene… Just pay for the tuxedo already!"
Iori walked toward the register where the clerk put down the newspaper and began to check out the tuxedo. "Have you found everything you need," the clerk asked with a kind smile. "I think so." Iori replied. The clerk then proceeded to take Iori's payment, and wished them a pleasant day.
They proceeded out the shop and returned to 765 Pro headquarters. Thankfully, no one decided to rob the place.
Iori sat down in a chair slightly exhausted. She pointed to Makoto and commanded, "Makoto, my prince, put on your new façade!"