Kyouichi swaggered into the room with his characteristic arrogance.
"I have something for you," he announced boldly.
"Oh yah, what's that?" Seiji asked with only token interest, his fixed gaze unwavering from the TV screen.
The Emperor team leader tossed a white, bow-wrapped box onto the coffee table directly in front of Seiji, which got the pony-tailed driver's attention.
"Open it," he commanded softly.
Eyeing him suspiciously, the Mitsubishi driver picked up the box as if he was afraid it would bite him.
"What is it?" he asked cautiously.
"You'll see," came the nonchalant reply. Standing over the seated driver, he pulled out a carton of cigarettes, shook one out, and lit it. He dragged slowly on it as he waited, infinitely patient.
Curiosity finally overcoming caution, Seiji ripped off the bow and opened the box. For a moment, his mouth moved, but nothing issued forth. And then he recovered his voice...
"What the fuck is this?" he blurted.
"Don't you know?" he queried in his uniquely superior tone.
"Well yeah," Seiji admitted after a significant pause. "But what the hell am I supposed to do with it?"
"Put it on," he replied mildly.
The Evo IV driver paled.
"You've got to be joking."
Kyouichi took a particularly long drag on his cigarette and, fixing his second in command with a threatening stare, exhaled it slowly. The stream of smoke hovered in the air in a wispy gray cloud.
"Do it."
"But-" he began to protest, but stopped when he was pinned with another, more hostile glare. Without another word, he snatched up the contents of the box and stalked to the bathroom.
As the Evo III driver was finishing his cigarette, the bathroom door slammed opened. Seiji stomped into the living room and crossed his arms, giving Kyouichi his most baleful scowl.
"There. How's that?" he gritted angrily.
Kyouichi's eyes glittered with a strange intensity as they traveled over Iwaki's body from top to bottom. Nestled in the limp brown strands of Seiji's long hair was a silvery crown that sparkled under the light of the ceiling fixture. A pink, chiffon dress with frills like gossamer adorned his lanky frame. A pair of delicate rose wings fluttered behind him, sparkles twinkling with the slightest movements. Tights to match the dress covered his long, muscular legs, and ended in a pair of satiny pink shoes. A wand with a silver star and carnation, white, and silver streamers completed the fairy costume.
He lifted an eyebrow appraisingly.
"It'll do." Jerking his head in the direction of the bedroom, he stubbed out the last of his cigarette. "After you."