The lilac eyed kunoichi looked around nervously, stepping into her home as if she were a burglar afraid of getting caught. "Hinata...? WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!?" Her cousin had yelled. His eyes were wide and confused, a blush tainted his face. She crossed her arms defiantly and sucked her teeth. "Che. What the hell does it look like?" She replied, her chin raised high.

The brown haired hyuuga was shocked. Certainly this wasn't his cousin. It must be an intruder, one that was able to duplicate chakra signatures. His thoughts were interrupted when he was pushed aside, Hanabi smiling broadly at her Nii-chan. "Woah... You look great!" She beamed, the sparkling in her eyes brightening as her older sister brushed past her without acknowledgement.

Deep down in her mind, Hinata was shivering. She hoped that her family wouldn't hold her against this but it would bring too much shame if she were demoted back to square one. She slid into her room and locked the door, taking a glance at her reflection. Her eyes were smoky with lots of make-up, all borrowed from Ino of course. Her hair was slick, covering half her face as it rested over her shoulder in loose ponytail. Her clothes, or lack of, consisted of a mesh shirt with a cropped look-alike of a shinobi vest whose sole purpose was to push her chest up.

Tight denim shorts, black heeled boots, and her weapons pouch were all that was adorned below her waist. She looked away shamefully, jumping when her father's voice rang out from the other side of her door. "Hinata, have you forgotten our schedule to spar? An heiress should always be punctual." His tone held a bit of anger and a whole lot of disappointment.

The girl forced her door open, leaning against the frame and smirking at the eyes of a bewildered clan leader. "Oh that? I didn't feel like seeing you." She glanced down at her nails which Kiba had messily painted a dark red in hopes of perfecting his own role. "What is the meaning of your appearance!? And how dare you use that tone of voice with me! You should be grateful that I haven't disowned you yet!" His voice was gradually raising with anger.

"I don't understand what my mother ever saw in you."

Hinata inwardly cringed at the harshness of her words. There were times were she actually pondered that but had too much respect to form it into words. She saw the hurt in his eyes before he abruptly turned and left. Yes, she was aware that it wasn't fair or even appropriate considering that her mother had passed, but oh did it feel good.

"Honey, red is NOT your color."

The words felt wrong in his mouth but the sudden attention he was getting from the female population was OUTSTANDING. Girls of all types were coming up to him for advice. Should she wear this scarf with that hat? "Of course not, hats are so last season. You need to focus on the now and the now says patterned jeans are in."

His smile was blinding as he slouched forward, a hand in a back pocket and turning slightly to the side for yet another picture. Boy, did he feel like a celebrity. He chuckled, remembering how his mother had reacted when she saw him sitting in the living room with fashion magazines strewn around him. A few of the titles caught her attention, especially kunoichi wear, causing her to take a step back with horror. "I didn't see anything" she repeated to herself in hopes that the situation would magically fade away and she would wake up in her bed, sweat causing her hair to cling to her face. But she didn't wake up and Kiba didn't overlook the sheer terror his tough parent was encased with.

His smile lessened slightly when he noticed that others, female and male, were beginning to imitate his clan's trademark by painting triangles onto their faces. Akamaru barked unhappily, causing him to scoff. "Down boy, they just follow the trends." That's what he said, however, he strained to keep up his superior attitude as he flung his new leather jacket over his left shoulder. "OI Kiba." He was suddenly pulled back by his now rebellious friend, Hinata. "Piss off." She sneers, flicking off his admirers as she turns and drags him off to a corner. His white haired canine runs after them and automatically snuggles up to Hinata, earning a heavy glare from said girl. He notices the slight uncertainty in her eyes and automatically relates.

SHOOT, He was getting side-tracked!

"You are cutting into my me-time." He frowns, glancing down at his rather expensive watch. His eyes had watered when he handed over the money in exchange for the thing, feeling a sudden dent in his wallet which was now a hideous cheetah print. "I have an interview with Kohona's newscast at two, wrap this up." He taps his foot impatiently, bending over in a hurry to wipe the smudge of dust that he spotted.

"Excuse me?" Her hand reached out and pulled him close by the collar of his tie, his shades slipping down the bridge of his nose. He panicked a bit. An angry Hinata would certainly feel no need to restrain the strength of her gentle fist in this kind of situation. "Oh u-uh... I mean what could I help you with?" "Did you see that annoying blonde anywhere?"

After he had pointed out where he had last seen the struggling artist, he sighed with relief when she left and recomposed himself.

Shino Aburame was anything but conceited. In fact, he was the complete opposite. He swallowed hard, shaky fingers reaching up to undo the bindings of is over-sized coat. "That's right darling, hand it over." The wolf boy held out a limp hand in an attempt to snatch it from his teammate. "...On second thought, the academy doesn't sound so bad." And that was when claws were brought out.

The bug user saddened when his favorite jacket was shredded to pieces, grudgingly taking hold of the hoodie his friend passed him. He raised an eyebrow at the denim jacket, wondering why two were even needed. "Don't ask questions, just put it on." His shades were also switched out for a more modern pair.

The two of them had spent the day enhancing the quiet man's beauty, which really did take a while. Kiba had gotten too engrossed in his mission. Shino's eyebrows were plucked, his teeth bleached, hair straightened, body waxed, and to top it all off, he had gotten a spray on tan. He looked at his reflection, a set frown overtaking his facial expression.

That was twenty four hours of cruel and unusual torture. He had a new found respect for kunoichi and the way they endured pain for their personal hygiene. That certainly meant they had more strength than any male in the case if they were captured and tortured on a mission. Now, however, was his big debut as his new self. He took a step into a bustling restaurant, looking around to see if anyone he knew was there. A pale skinned woman with pitch black hair waved him over.

"Hey, haven't seen you around these parts. You new here?" Her eyes drooped seductively and he sucked in a breath, smirking confidently. "Sorry, I'm way out of your league." He turned his back on the woman, her face now flushed with embarrassment. He walked over to a table and sat down, surprised to find women automatically crowding around him with each offering to buy him lunch. It was a pleasant change from being in the background all the time. Now that he was the center of attention.

Shino Smiled to himself slightly. Oh yeah, He could get used to this.