Misty's MakeUp, Aphrodite's Roses
Mav's comments: Thank you Anime 300, LegendarySuperNamek, Naotoki Yamanouchi, phoenixfirekitsune, L. Silver,& Aleydis Emma Jade and those who waited patiently for this! Eris of Chaos, bestow craziness upon this fanficXD
Disclaimer: I disclaim Saint Seiya and its' characters. And Maybelline, Avon, Prada and Victoria's Secret own their respective makeup products (names are my own though).
-+Makeup or Manliness+-
Misty held his pearl comb daintily over the back of his chair. Aphrodite was still chewing on his pink nails.
"I'm not sure they'll be convinced. And besides, do you honestly believe Athena will let them throw out our makeup if we lose? And your nail polish is chipping off."
Aphrodite spun on his heel and put his hands on his hips. "You can relax, but I cannot! You don't know Deathmask and those other buffoons like I do. As losers they don't keep their word, but when they win, they won't just settle for dumping our makeup!"
The Lacerta Saint pouted. I wonder if the Gold Saints know how childishly they behave? He ran his comb through his blond curls as the smile on his face widened.
He opened his wooden chest which doubled as his makeup table.
The Pisces saint was ranting to himself pacing back and forth. He heard the click of Misty's chestbox opening. The one that held all of his makeup.
He couldn't help but peek over Misty's shoulder and fanboy'd (or fangirl'd?) over it. "OH MY ROSES! You have the new nail polish lineup from Maybelline!" he squealed as with a speed of MACH 5 he grabbed at the two bottles of glittery cinnamon and glittery peach.
Misty smirked at him. He knew he'd stop complaining as soon as he saw nail polish. He only bought them to share with Aphrodite , who loved it. Misty preferred mascara and eyeshadow products;P
With his finger tapping the bottle of a crimson red nail polish, Misty purred, "We will make them beautiful yet!"
Meanwhile in Cancer House…
"So you got it?" asked Deathmask, or rather, he demanded it.
Milo rolled his eyes, still keeping his head on his arms on the foot of Deathmask's bed. The others were either standing up away from the wall (the face décor was creepy) or sitting down on DM's bed.
Shaka was sitting on Deathmask's pillows of course.
"Any questions?"
Apparently, Deathmask nominated himself as Commander Real-Men-Absolutely-Do-Not-Wear-Makeup. So naturally, their homebase would be in Crab man's house.
Aiolia raised his hand.
Deathmask automatically slapped his hand to his forehead and ran it down his face. Between Milo andAiolia, they asked about a thousand questions. Each kept coming up with more ridiculous ideas.
Aioros musta inherited all the brains thought Deathmask, just about reaching his maximum tolerance for idiots. "What is it Cat-breath?"
"Whatever Angelo. Look, how about we sneak over into Aphrodite's room, steal ALL the makeup and use it as firing targets! How's that sound? Pretty good right?"
"NO!" yelled everyone. Saga massaged his temple once again. Aioros I'm sorry but, your brother acts as if he had rocks for brains.
:Summer of 2008, Judgement Day, Hour of Aquarius (p. m.) at Aries House:
"THEY'RE LATE!" roared Deathmask and Aiolia.
At first in the early morning hours between Scorpio and Crab, each man stood with their chest puffed out proudly. When men gather, they tend to show off their muscles rather than their brains (I'm just saying thatXD)
By Aquarius, they were all lying or sitting down haphazardly, trying to squeeze their large bodies into some space in the shade of the pillars. Shura even had his cape wrapped around his head like a turban.
"I think while we're at it, we should also teach them to be on time," said Shaka from his cross-legged position on top of Aldebaran's back. Aldebaran continued to do one-armed push-ups.
Sigh, they all went.
"OI! Pigskins! Come help us carry our trunks!" called out Aphrodite. Misty shook his head at him, only he would have the nerve to call them that.
The others stood up and ran toward Aphrodite and Misty who were casually dragging two trunks each.
"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?"
"Yeah Aphro, I've got Touch of the Scorpion nail polish I'd like to stab into your-"
But Milo's threat was cut-off by a smug Aphrodite. "Oh, don't be like that Milo. I've got a better nail polish than that for you. See?"
He pulled out a nice bottle of Firecracker Red nail polish.
"Why you little-!" growled Milo who's sarcasm was being topped by better nail polish. He hated it when Aphrodite pretended not to notice his sarcastic remarks!
"Can we just get this overwith?" muttered Camus as he single-handedly dragged his Scorpio friend away. As he did he noticed some strange tunics in one of the chestboxes.
He dropped Milo onto the dirt.
"WHAT IN AQUARIUS' VASE IS THIS?"
But Misty snatched what was a vest away. "Don't hold them like that! Er, Sir," added Misty sheepishly, remembering his station.
Now the outside world wasn't exactly off-limits. As long as a Saint with a cloth completed his mission, he could "explore" the cities as long as he or she came back. Misty and Aphrodite would always go window-shopping and would order straight from the AVON catalogue. Last night they pooled their ancient drachmas (Greek money) to order some men's clothing, accessories, and even men's handbags from Prada.
"And that's not all! I took the liberty of also buying you foul men some of Victoria's Secret (bless her soul!) lotions," said Aphrodite triumphantly, holding armloads of scented lotion.
"DEAAAAAAAAATHMAAAAAAAASKK!"
Our lovable Cancer saint whipped around to face his troop. "Well it ain't gonna hurt! Besides, we agreed the ladies get to do their crap first."
Misty winked at Shura. Who tumbled over a step and fell backwards into Kanon.
"D-did you see that? He WINKED at me!" cried a horrified Shura, his hands clutching Kanon's arm.
"Ahem, so since we beautiful men get to go first, we want all of you to model all these clothes we bought for you. Now march your butts into your dressing rooms!" ordered Aphrodite, pointing his finger towards the newly made dressing rooms by Misty towards the back pillars.
"But aren't those 'rooms' just little curtains between the pillars? I could just look over and see the next guy's banana and strawberries!" yelled Kanon, his vein throbbing and his face a nice shade of strawberry (hehe).
Aphrodite rolled his eyes. "Eww, now I'm going to think about that when I eat them. Now which one of you is man enough to dress Prada?"
Each Saint stepped backwards, their minds confounded by the shiny wristwatches, handbags, leopard underwear and suits. All they ever knew about clothes was that you wear it over your back and butt and the only thing you need to tie was the laces on their sandals.
Aiolia gulped. He reached for a blue Prada suit. Aphrodite smiled at the Lion and tossed him a gold watch. Shaka followed next. He didn't want to end up wearing anything unsightly after all. The others followed suit, beads of sweat poured over their faces as they picked up an outfit.
They all turned around and faced the shortest curtains you ever did see and nodded to each other.
"FOR ATHENA!"
Misty walked back and forth tossing accessories and catching them over the little curtains, trying exasperatedly to tell them that handbags are the new man thing and that the silk scarves aren't supposed to be worn around their waists.
"Aldebaran, I know you're not looking where I think you're looking."
"I can't help it, I'm taller than everyone here!"
"Mu, your underwear is touching my underwear!" Their old clothes were left on the floor.
Aphrodite snapped his fingers, signaling for his new male models to strut their stuff.
The sounds of curtains being whipped aside as they all stepped out in unison. Another sign that they were truly Brothers of Manhood.
Camus was the first to open his eyes. The Frenchman's blue hair was up in a ponytail, he had a clip-on earring of a vase and clip-on necktie on a white suit with a black vest.
Everyone had clip-ons since, of course, no one had pierced ears nor have tied an actual necktie.
"Whoa Deathmask, what's up with the shiny jewelry?" asked Milo, exaggeratingly covering his eyes.
Deathmask grinned and topped off his deep red suit with the matching red hat. But not before he spun it around his fingers and placed it on his head.
Saga and Kanon looked each other up and down. Kanon grinned.
"You know what the difference between you and me is, Saga?"
His twin smirked good-humoredly. "What?"
The ex-marine general pulled on the cuffs of his leather trenchcoat. "I make this look good."
As the afternoon wore on, it was safe to say that each Gold Saint down to Aiolia knew that they liked clip-ons.
But they hated makeup.
"I don't care if moviestar Brad Pitthead wears blush on the set! I am not wearing that gunk!" Shura was wearing lime green eyeshade on one eye with a long black line going down from his other eye. Like a baby avoiding yucky medicine, he kept turning his face away from the eyeliner Aphrodite was trying to apply.
Shaka, shockingly enough, enjoyed the makeup. "It is ceremonial facepaint," the Virgo Saint kept insisting to Mu.
But Mu knew from the sleepy look on Shaka's face that he enjoyed the gentle face treatment. I suppose these brushes does feel good against my face… admitted Mu.
At first Deathmask and Camus were whining about it. But as those soft bristles and powder blush rubbed on their faces, they began to see why Misty wore so much of it. It felt good to wear it!
"…little more on my cheek…" muttered Deathmask, relaxed like no crab has ever been.
Misty winked over at Aphrodite who had given Deathmask all the shades of orange you can think of onto his face. His lips were a sparkly purple however since Aldebaran's lips used up all the glitter orange lipstick.
"Not until you say that makeup wins."
Deathmask winced a little. But his relaxed muscles didn't want to put up a fight so he mumbled, "Whatever."
:Summer 2008, Day After Judgment Day, Hour of the Libra (a. m.) at Pisces House:
"Ow! Delicate fingers, please! You're missing all the sore spots," grumbled Aphrodite.
Deathmask's nails were beginning to grow longer (yellow with black stripes) as he continued to massage the Pisces Saint's back. Misty ate the grapes that Camus put into his mouth, much to Camus' disgust. The others were fanning them with large feathers.
Their prize? For the losers to give them Cleopatra's Treatment for the rest of the summer.
The End.
EXTRA: I know it's long but I really hope you found it funny! This was hard to write but I went with them getting makeup since everyone suggested it;P Please review and look forward to my next fic!
