I feel a little bit nervous about posting this one, I feel like it's not as good of a story as I can write . But I had the need to post, so here it is- Enjoy!
Warning: Contains trap. Don't like, don't read.
Rin was bored. An absolutely killer summer's day, the kind where the sun would not just stop baking the crap out of the little patch of planet you happened to occupy at the moment. Rin was feeling that right now.
Even worse, she was stuck inside so old school building with broken air conditioning. Okay, so maybe it wasn't so old. The stone walls were clean and you didn't smell weed in the corner of the parking lot.
The air conditioning was still broken though.
The girl sighed, resting her chin on the cool desktop in front of her. The teacher was droning on about some math concept that they probably wouldn't even see, much less use, in a million years, so why were they learning it? Because it was summer school. Her mom decided it would keep her out of trouble for half the summer while she and her dad went on some lalaland trip overseas to 'strengthen their marriage'. It would also help your low math mark, she said. Rin was very happy with her 62 in math. But no, it's not like she could do anything about that.
Rin turned her head back toward the board. Kiyoteru-sensei was being boring, as usual, talking about some nonsense about the cosine law.
What was the cosine law again? Rin wondered absentmindedly. A equals B cos plus five... or something.
"Akita-san! Please turn in your phone to me and answer number three, please."
Rin groaned. Being in a makeup class in summer school had the be the absolutely worst situation ever. Being surrounded by idiots for six hours a day was almost guaranteed to kill any remaining brain cells she might have had left to store this useless math. She passed the course, for god's sake. Why was she here?
"Kagamine-san, wake up and answer number four." Kiyoteru-sensei's serious tone sliced through her drowsy shroud and shunted her into a somewhat-functional state.
I swear, something good has to come out of this. Rin grumbled mentally.
Len scratched purposefully at his paper, taking down the complicated whorls and squiggles of physics into note form. He was not so preoccupied with the work as he was unaware of his surroundings. It was blazing hot today, and while he was in a class directly under the air conditioner, the 'conditioning' part of it seemed to be broken. He squirmed a little, feeling the sweat on his fingertips as his pencil slid under them. A tap on the shoulder woke him from his stupor.
"Lenka-san, is that delta time or period?" Piko asked quietly, as not to disturb their teacher who was sleeping in his chair behind the newspaper.
"Delta time, Pi-chan." Len whispered back to to the white-haired boy. The two sat one after the other in a uniform grid with the other students. Once in a while Miki would change the sheets on the overhead projector so nobody would have to disturb the young foreign man waking up from his nap. White people, always sleeping. Meiko had proclaimed the statement with gusto until the teacher sent her out of the classroom after a thorough verbal thrashing.
I'm bored. Len stared placidly out of the window, revealing only sweltering sunshine, bleak concrete-on-steel and aquamarine sky. Being done with his notes, Len did what any other sixteen-year-old boy would do; He fell asleep, without even knowing it. The last thing he saw before closing his eyes was a small plane flying by. Oh look, a bird...
The sound of the dismissal bell roused the blonde, along with half the class that had gone to sleep after finishing the copying for that day. Being the sleepy people they were, it took a while for everybody to pack up and get out of class. Oh, Rin's going home without me again... Len mused in silence.
Rin wasted no time leaping onto the first bus by the school. "Stupid teacher..." She muttered all the way until she reached the secluded back of the bus. It had been a normal day for summer school, but that wasn't saying anything special if your regular day sucked.
Is Len going to be home late again? Rin mentally grumbled. He's been home late too much! I shouldn't do my chores, if he's not going to do them. It's too hot to do chores anyway, even better-
"Hi Ricchan!" was the only warning Rin got before a huge amount of teal hair smacked her in the face.
Rin removed the vast teal locks from her vision before turning to the overly bubbly Miku. Her shirt and skirt were white with teal accents, going along perfectly with those weird hairbands that she always wore. She didn't seem to be suffering at all.
"Why aren't you dying of heat?" Rin demanded with an annoyed look on her face. How could Miku always be happy even when it felt like the sun was yandereishly pouring down heat and light?
Miku smiled blankly. "It's not hot."
Rin facepalmed. "Are you serious? It's boiling. You know what, never mind. How's your class?"
Miku's face swelled into a pout. "It's so boring, why do I have to go to summer school anyway? I could be having fun or working, but no, I'm stuck inside a smelly classroom doing science."
Rin almost laughed out loud. "Miku, this is what you get for failing science in school. Want to go to the mall? I need a new hairband soon, this one is getting dirty..."
Rin was nearly crushed by the force of Miku's glomp. "Do you even have to ask?"
Len and Piko walked slowly back to the latter's house, picking their way past the suburbia until they reached the white-haired boy's house. Said occupant's room jutted out over the front door, providing an excellent vantage point for the surrounding area; poster-laden streets, concrete houses and wooden roofs. Typical scenery that provided a backdrop for something that most would consider out of the ordinary.
Piko flopped down onto his bed, heaving a huge sigh of relief from a breath he hadn't known he had been holding. "You weren't caught today, Len." He put the statement out into the air, directing it to nobody in general. In Piko's small bathroom however, the reply came.
"I know Piko. When have I ever been caught? And can you come in? I need to see something..."
The bathroom door opened, revealing the soft light and sterile scent of the bathroom. Len was still in the clothes he went to school in, an airy white sundress with a ring of roses around the waist and lacy straps. Hair extensions made his locks fall to about his hips, and a bra gave him something up top. He's very pretty. Piko had a fleeting thought before turning his attention to the cross-dressing boy. Len was looking at Piko up and down, sizing up body shape, height, proportions and other measurements. Numbers and angles streamed through Len's brain before making a decision.
"I guess it could work..." Len muttered. "Okay Piko, take your clothes off."
Piko stripped off his shorts and shirt. He's very pale. Len noticed. "Now give them to me."
Piko handed over his clothing warily. What is Len trying to pull off here? He's not gay right? Maybe? No way.. He said he liked Akita-san...
Len blew past Piko as soon as the blonde has his hands on the garments and slammed the door behind him. There was a thunk as something large and heavy blocked the other side of the door, sealing in the silver-haired male. Piko hit the door hard. "LEN! What are you trying to pull off? You can't just lock me in my own bathroom!"
Muffled reply. "Did you try to open the door?"
Piko tried.
The door swung open.
Piko facepalmed at his own stupidity.
Piko looked up.
He wished he had stayed stupid.
Len was in his closet, methodically throwing out the vast majority of what was stored inside, mainly white button-up shirts of varying lengths. Piko decided to go with a much safer question.
"What did you put in front of the bathroom door?"
Len paused at his task, giving his friend a weird look. "I'm gutting your closet, and the best thing you can ask me is what I put in front of your bathroom door?" Len continued, "I body slammed the floor. And I'm looking for clothes, if that answers your next question." He continued to search the alcove for who-knows-what.
Piko flopped down on the bed, planning to take a nap and not witness the slow destruction of his room when Len threw something onto his bare chest. Right, he stole my clothes. Piko frowned. He was cold. He then turned the fabric in his hands over. He felt the soft fabric ebb and flow around his fingers as Len pushed him into the bathroom and told him to wear it.
"Why am I doing this again?" Piko sounded like a shy puppy, while it was really his attempt at being pouty. It wasn't working.
Len was turned to the racks of clothing, meticulously browsing through the selection. "Because, Piko, I need new clothes and I didn't feel like going alone. And stop being so nervous, you look fine."
Piko was indeed very nervous. After what he had experienced what could only be described as rape and forced into a a dress, he was dragged out by Len and forced to accompany him to a clothing store, where Len had spent the last half hour picking through the selection and using Piko as a model for his mind's eye. Piko had been helpless after leaving his property and was reduced to a very shy and quiet person after Len slipped a bow on his hair and told him gently but firmly that girls didn't act this way.
In his shell of obstinate silence and profound embarrassment, Piko had time to process a few thoughts;
1. Len was either crazy, gay or both.
2. He wasn't half as hot as when he had shorts on.
3. He felt pretty.
4. He was going to kill the person responsible for inventing women's underwear.
Piko looked up from his seat, watching Len hoist another outfit up to his eye and aligned it to Piko, trying to fuse the two together with mental power.
"..." Piko stared in silence.
"..." Len stared back with equal intensity.
"... I hate you." Piko tried pouting again. It still didn't work.
"No, you don't." Len returned to his clothes, oblivious to the nervousness of his best friend as another interesting dress caught his eye.
"There's nothing I like!"
Rin wailed loudly enough to startle Miku, who was normally the one either doing the whining or too busy being lost in the depths of her iPod. Today though, the blonde clung onto the tealette like a Christmas bulb, yellow on green and blue.
"Ricchan, keep looking!" Miku encouraged. "You keep looking in the same stores anyway, go somewhere new.. Like there!" Miku pointed to a small shop, the plate-glass window tastefully decorated with bows and featured two simple outfits flanking a much more elaborate dress in the middle. It looks like a ball gown. Rin frowned.
"Miku, you know that's not my style, " Rin protested. "It's all frilly and it gets in the way when I try to run and stuff. It looks like something SeeU or Aoki would wear... Maybe even you!"
Miku giggled at her friend's outburst. "You make a better loli than I do, Ricchan. Now go, my feet hurt and I want to sit down."
"Fine. But only for a minute!"
"Pi-chan~" Len called out to his friend in a singsong voice, "I found something nice for you~"
Piko came quietly, protest and bewilderment scribbled all over his face. "I thought we were here because you wanted new clothes! Why are you picking stuff out for me?"
A giggle answered his question. "Because, Pi-chan, you need more dresses because you look very pretty in one" Len paused for a moment. "And because I want to. Now here, try these on."
Piko accepted the black lace skirt and creamy blouse before stepping inside the cubicle and switching his clothing. His return to public elicited a smile and nod blonde male.
"You should totally get that. Now let's go, Rin might be mad at me if I get home any later.." Len trailed off as he gathered up the selected merchandise and trooped towards the checkout counter.
Piko wandered aimlessly in the same general direction that Len went, but bumped into somebody near the hair accessories. The blonde hair could only be one person, but why was Len here? And where was all the stuff he had picked out?
"Lenka-san, weren't you going to pay for all your clothes?"
The Piko realized, Len's extensions made his hair end somewhere around his abdomen, while this person had shoulder length hair. So either Len decided to trop his extensions, or...
"Piko-kun... Is that you?"
Then Piko's rising panic overtook him, and he blacked out.
Rin's brain stopped for a second. What did I just see?
Look, said her brain, it's Piko-kun.
I don't see it. Her eyes replied.
Look again. Her brain urged.
Rin looked again.
It was indeed Piko. He was wearing a simple solid white dress that matched his hair, but considerably less shiny. All in all, it didn't look like anything special. But he looks like a KO'd angel. Rin chuckled at the thought, then turned her mind to a more logical facet. If Piko is here, then Len is probably nearby controlling this entire mess... She craned her neck over the racks of clothing, trying to spot the telltale blonde head that matched her own with no success, sighing, she crouched down and poked Piko in the face. I guess Len isn't here after all...
Len could sense that something was wrong as the cashier smiled at him and wished him a nice day. And no, it wasn't because of the cashier.
Where's Piko? He wondered. I'd think be following as close to me as possible, with what I did to him earlier... Len did feel a pang of guilt for stuffing his best friend into a dress and dragging him on a shopping trip. I'll have to make it up to him somehow. Maybe a new set of headphones? Len shook his head, clearing it of random tangents. No, right now I have to find Piko and go home.. I hope he's okay and not stuck in the bathroom again... He smiled thinly at the memory, during Piko's first time to the mall and how the silverette refused to leave the washroom stall because there were other people in the public washroom.
His eye brought the brain back to earth, spotting a familiar blonde head of hair bobbing between the side racks. Oh, please no... Len prayed as he turned to see the face.
It was like half of his nightmares coming to life at once.
His own sister was in front of him, kneeling over his friend who looked like he had been drugged and assaulted. There was only one thing a man could do in this situation...
"Excuse me, is he okay?"
Well, that was.. Interesting to write, to say the least. I'm sorry if this feels a little scattered, 'tis the state of my mind. All feedback is welcome, except blatant flaming of course :)