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Kurama always had trouble saying this little word called "no". He would rarely refuse a person who would ask something from him politely. Just a few days ago, he wished he would have gotten the courage to say no. But unfortunately Kurama was too late.
There he was, standing in a what you would call "cutsie poo dress". The dress was a combination of lemonade colors. Light pink pieces of fabric covered his smooth skin and yellow ribbons were sown on to his already frilly dress. The dress was huge. Covering up to his ankles and having puffy shoulder... thingies Not to mention he had a pair of white gloves and pink high heels to go with his girly attire. And his hair. His hair was a colorful mess of pink and yellow ribbons, placed almost everywhere. All he needed was lipstick and a pair of yellow clip-on earrings. (which the school supplied).
And why was he in an adorably sickening dress? Because he couldn't say no. The school festival was hosting a maid café. And to get more publicity, they thought having the most popular boy in Meiou high would attract lots of attention.
Kurama was to serve tea ro coffee or whatever they could serve to the awaiting customers. What pained him the most was that he had to look happy. Kurama hated to be taken advantage of and yet he was forced to wear a dress. He sighed passing glances at the clock, waiting when this new form of torture would end.
Boys and girls.. and more boys came to the maid café. Word spread that Kurama would be cosplaying as a maid, which brought practically most of the school over to the tiny café.
The girls would giggle as Kurama found it hard to balance on his pink high heels of death and boys would drool as one of them would lift up his dress on "accident". Kurama turned red as his hair. Being touched by many people isn't as good as you would think it would be.
He felt embarrassed beyond belief and violated. He restrained himself from shredding his dress to pieces, but oh how close he was to doing it.
Just as Kurama thought today couldn't get any worse, Kuronue walked in. Kuronue, the supposedly bad arse punk of Meiou High. Feared by many students of how he violated the dress code and how he would skip class continually. People wondered how he came to be Kurama's best friend.
Kurama knew Kuronue wasn't wearing his pinkish uniform under his black leather jacket. Although he looked like he was coming in casually, Kuronue made quite a dramtic entrance, attracting nearly everyone in the room.
Kurama hid behind the metal tray he carried, hoping it would magically turn him invisible. If Kuronue ever found out Kurama was working in the maid café, as a maid, and that he was in a dress to top it all off, Kurama knew he would never hear the end of it.
Being constantly surrounded by many adoring fan girls and stared at by the boys in the café didn't make it much easier to hide. Kurama, as a matter of fact, did manage to hide in the storage room for a good fifteen minutes until one of the maids pulled him out and screamed at him to take orders.
Kurama winced as he took agonizing steps away from his beloved storage room. He glanced around the room, scanning to see if Kuronue was in the colorful assortment of students. Kurama mentally cursed when he found his friend flirting with one of the maids in the corner.
Kurama caught himself thinking why Kuronue was even in a the maid café. He hated coffee and tea or whatever they served at a café. Then Kurama's smartness came back.
What guy wouldn't want to be here. There were cute girls everywhere in maid clothes ,slightly skimpy, maid clothes serving your every need. This was like one step down from heaven for the average male. Heaven would be having all the maids topless. (But of course the school refused to allow it).
Kurama once again held the metal tray up to his face. He sighed dramatically as he saw that the next table he needed to take was far too close to Kuronue. He moved a few inches close to the customers sitting at table twelve when suddenly. He tripped. He tripped on the awaiting customers foot. And his mortified expression noted that Kuronue was looking directly at him.
He cursed up to the heavens. Why did the room have to be so freaking packed? Why did he have to wear a freaking dress? Why did he have to be so clumsy in one of the worst situations? Why did he have to be near Kuronue?
What's worse was he managed to land on Kuronue. Well not exactly land. The raven haired boy was seen standing, breaking the red-heads fall. The young bat obviously predicted the fall.
Kurama just thanked God that the metal tray was empty as he heard it fall to the floor, making a loud clanking sound. He heard the room laugh and blushed. The customers in the maid café let our a giggle or two, but soon stopped as they saw the look on Kuronue's eyes.
Kurama felt himself land on Kuronue. He steadied Kurama as there bodies were pressed against each other.
Kurama blushed as he realized his head was on Kuronues chest and his hands were entwined with the raven-head. Kuronues free arm was found wrapped around Kurama's waist. Kuronue looked down and smiled softly. Something Kurama didn't see too often.
Kurama didn't dare look up as he felt Kuronues breath close to his ear. His head was buzzing with so many thoughts he barely heard what Kuronue was saying. Kurama did catch one word. Cute. And that small word managed to turn the stubborn red head into a blushing schoolgirl. Not that he didn't already look like one.
Kurama managed to snap his legs out of temporary paralysis as he quietly let go of Kuronue, picked up his tray silently, and walked in an agonizingly slow pace to table twelve, where the impatient customers were waiting. As he turned around, the young raven haired lad was nowhere to be found.
Kurama found it sort of sad as the man he so feared seeing suddenly left. Yet, Kuronue somewhat left a sense of security, which Kurama held dear.
After the little Kuronue incident, the day seemed to pass pleasingly quick for Kurama. He skillfully filled all orders and pleased the customers very much. Not to mention the crowd of rabid fan girls.
Getting out of that horrid, uncomfortable, yet pleasingly cute dress was a great relief to Kurama. He never felt so comfortable. The walk to his house was a nice one. No stalkers, no distractions, nothing. And he felt good to wear normal shoes for once. As soon as he was done with this maid business, he promised himself that he would burn those pink high heels of death.
Right now, laying on his nice soft bed was the only thing he wished for. But of course this form of pure bliss would end soon as the sun would come up the next day. After all, all of Meiou high knew. The maid café was a three day event.
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So yea. Basically the story. I kind of just wanted to write. shrugs Kurama and Kuronue are my favorite paring so I decided to give it a shot. I intended this chapter to turn out longer : The story itself should be self explanatory in the first chapter. I don't intend to make this story long, I'm not sure I'm even going to finish it. Depends on who wants me to. I'm going to do a Hiei and Kurama one soon so yea . I guess the next chapter will be first person lol . Enjoy
Ja Ne.