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Iloveallanime16: Yeah, poor Toshi. And poor Kagura. XD

Chapter 21: Even when you're not a fan of dresses, you can still like one

-Natalie's POV-

The next day…

Since Vanya, Teresa, and I got the exact same note, talking about some mysterious person, who wants to fight the chibi's at the dance, we decided to go shopping for dresses. And I must tell you, I'm not happy about it.

As I've mentioned before, I don't like wearing dresses. And when I told my parents that I wanted to go to the dance (Obviously not telling them the real reason), they were pretty speechless. But they were going to let me go to the dance, which I was pretty glad, despite not being a fan of dresses.

School just ended, and I met up with Vanya and Teresa at the front of the school building. As soon as I was in front of them, I asked, "Are you ready to go to the store?"

They both nodded, and I asked them another question, "Did you bring money?"

Again, they nodded.

I smiled, "Okay, then let's go."

I actually put the Yorozuya trio in my backpack, because I wanted their help on which dress I could wear to the dance. Vanya said that she only brought Toshiro and Isao, and Teresa only brought Tatsuma and Mutsu. They told me that they also wanted their opinion for dress wear.

As we were walking to the nearest clothes' store, I asked Vanya, "Vanya, what kind of dress do you want to wear at the dance?"

Vanya tapped her chin for a few seconds as she gazed her eyes up at the sky. The rain finally stopped, so we didn't need to bring umbrellas today.

She answered, looking at me from the corner of her eye, "Anything girly, of course. I haven't exactly decided yet."

"Are you going to wait until we actually get to the store?"

Vanya nodded, "Yeah."

I asked Teresa the same question, "Teresa, what kind of dress do you want to wear?"

The black-haired girl shrugged, "Anything's fine, as long as it's not slutty or revealing. Oh, and also pink. I hate pink." She mumbled the last part.

Vanya frowned, "How can you hate pink, Teresa? Pink is FABULOUS!"

Teresa rolled her eyes, "That's your opinion. I still hate pink."

Vanya pouted, but didn't say anything else.

Teresa turned to me, and asked back, "Natalie, what kind of dress do you want to wear? I mean, I know you don't like dresses, but I'm just wondering."

I sighed, "Well…I think I'll wear a blue dress. Blue's my favorite color, after all."

The girl jokingly said, "Really? I never see you wear any blue."

"Actually, I wear blue jeans."

"Oh…oops." Teresa frowned at herself.

I chuckled as I patted her shoulder, "It's okay."

Five minutes later…

We finally arrived at the clothing store, which was called "Dress Code". The store wasn't too big, or too small. Hell, it was probably big enough to fit over a hundred people (If you'd get rid of the items in the store, that is).

The three of us entered the store, and I looked around, staring at the designs. Out of all my 16 years of existence, I've only been in this store twice. And the last time I was in here, the décor in here was different. I'm actually glad they changed it, because it looked dull.

Anyway, I told my friends, "Now we can look for dresses."

They both nodded at me, and started walking through the store. I started roaming around as well, but gave out a quiet sigh as I thought, I can't believe I'm doing this. But I'm going to find a dress, that way I won't get kicked out of the dance.

We had already bought the tickets this morning, before school started. We also got fliers from the office, and when I saw the flier, I was pretty amazed by how many rules there were. Sure, all school dances should have rules, and I'm perfectly okay with them, but there were just so many.

Here were the rules that were on the flier I saw not too long ago.

#1. Don't wear anything above knee-length. Tang-top-like dresses are fine, but please where a strapless bra. We don't want to see your bra strap.

#2. No tennis shoes. Those are not appropriate for the dance.

#3. No cleavage showing. This isn't a strip-club.

#4. No alcohol. We'd get arrested if we let you bring such drinks.

#5. You don't need to bring food. We'll be having a few snack bars.

#6. Don't make out, or have sex in the school building. Remember, there are cameras, and if you do anything idiotic like that, you will be kicked out.

There are more rules, but that's all I remember. And these rules are pretty funny, because of the way they're written out.

I puffed up my cheeks as I looked through each rack of dresses.

A lady came up to me, and asked, "Hi. Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah," I replied without looking at her.

She asked me another question, "You look a bit frustrated. Is something the matter?"

My eyes widened a bit, and I looked into her eyes, feeling a bit shocked that she had asked me that. Although I wasn't embarrassed, I stammered, "N-Nothing's the matter."

She smiled, "Okay, then." With that, she turned around, and walked away from me.

I sighed with relief, and whispered to myself, "Why did she have to ask me that?"

Shaking my head, I continued to look around, and see if there were any dresses that I liked.

But with my dislike (Well, not exactly dislike, but you get the point) for dresses, I think this is going to be tough.

-3rd POV-

At the tattoo shop

Josiah brought his big bag to work. The reason why was because his boss wanted him to bring some ink tools. Two of the ink tools somehow broke, so Josiah had to return to his apartment, and get his bag. But, he didn't realize that there was something in his bag, more than just ink tools.

Confused? Well, read on, and find out what the author's talking about.

Mr. Henheart gave the man a smile, and said, "Good, you're back."

"Well, you told me to bring my bag. Are you sure you don't know how the ink tools broke?"

He shrugged, "I really don't know what happened. I even asked the other employee's if they knew, and they just said 'no'." Mr. Henheart sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. He sat down in one of the chairs, and told him, "But at least you brought some. Will you hand them to me?"

Although his boss sounded a bit irritated, Josiah nodded, and sat in another chair, where he unzipped his bag. He didn't bother looking in the bag, because he knew that the only things in there were the ink tools. But he was going to find out that he was wrong.

When he felt something soft, he thought, Huh?

His lips parted, and he paused, but his boss told him again, "Josiah. Give me the ink tools."

Now his boss sounded a bit angry. Josiah yelped slightly, but nodded his head again, and quickly took out…something that was not his ink tool.

Mr. Henheart raised a brow, and asked, "What is that? That's not an ink tool. Is this some sort of trick?"

When Josiah frowned in confusion, he turned his head slightly, only to see Bansai Kawakami in his hand. Josiah's jaw dropped, and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

His face started to burn in anger and embarrassment as he yelled in his mind, WHEN DID HE GET IN MY BAG?! DID HE JUST SNEAK IN THERE?!

Without thinking, he quickly pushed Bansai back into the bag. Josiah gave him a cracked smile as he answered his boss' question, "N-No, Mr. Henheart! It's not a t-trick!"

"Then why was it in your bag?" Mr. Henheart asked, feeling suspicious.

Josiah managed to come up with an excuse, so he exclaimed as he scratched the back of his head, "M-My sister got this new doll at the store! I-It was a limited one, so we got it!"

Mr. Henheart obviously didn't fall for Josiah's lame-ass excuse, but he rolled his eyes, and didn't say anything.

The man quickly took out actual ink tools, and he gave them to him. Mr. Henheart smiled, and said in a more calming tone, "Thank you."

"Yeah…" Josiah trailed off, still feeling mortified, now that he found Bansai in his bag. "Can I go to the bathroom?"

"Yes," He replied. "You don't have to ask."

"Er, right," Josiah awkwardly chuckled. Mr. Henheart got out of his chair, and went outside, just to take a smoke.

Relieved that he wouldn't see him go into the bathroom with his bag, Josiah stood up, and dashed to the men's bathroom.

As soon as he entered, he locked the door behind him, and gave out a slight irritated sigh. He knelt on the floor, and pulled Bansai out again, only this time, he glared at the chibi harshly. Of course, being the mysterious character he was, Bansai gave him a blank expression as if he hadn't done anything wrong. Well, he didn't do anything, obviously, but it still pissed Josiah off at the fact that Bansai somehow got in his bag.

Josiah growled, "How the fuck did you get in my bag?"

Bansai was listening to music, so he didn't hear him.

Josiah grew agitated, and since he didn't want to scream, where the other employees could possibly hear him – and probably think that he's feeling constipated – he pulled Bansai's headphones off of his ears. Bansai widened his eyes behind his sunglasses, though Josiah didn't see that. Seriously, how the fuck can Bansai see, despite his dark sunglasses?! They're so dark, you can never tell if his eyes are opened or not!

Bansai frowned, "Why did you just take off my headphones? I was listening to music, I daresay."

The man rolled his eyes, and replied, repeating his question, "That's because I was asking you a question. How the fuck did you get in my bag?!" He wasn't yelling, though he was very close to snapping.

Bansai finally answered, "Matako was angry all of a sudden, so she tossed me in it."

"Huh? Are you serious?"

"I wouldn't want to lie about it, I daresay."

"Why was Matako angry?"

"She never told me, or Shinsuke."

Josiah face-palmed himself. He grumbled, "This is her fault, then."

Perhaps if Matako wasn't angry, for whatever reason, she wouldn't have tossed Bansai in that bag. Josiah was definitely going to punish her for doing that. Then again, she didn't know he would bring his bag to work, so…yeah. But he would still punish her.

Bansai asked, "Can I have my headphones back?"

Josiah briefly nodded, "Sure, since I don't have anything else to say." He gave Bansai his headphones back, and Bansai put them back on his ears, just so that he could listen to Tsu Terakado's songs.

The angry man told him, despite Bansai not hearing a word, "You better not make any noises while I'm working. I can't go home until I'm off work."

With that, he put Bansai in his bag again, and zipped it up. And he was praying to god that he wouldn't make any sounds while being in there.

-Natalie's POV-

"Natalie, do you think this dress is girly enough? I mean, it's pink, but it doesn't seem right for some reason."

"Natalie, I want your honest opinion. Do you like this one, or this one better?"

Teresa and Vanya were standing right in front of me, asking on my opinions of the dresses they weren't so sure about. And I don't think I'm the right person they should ask…

"Why don't you ask someone else about it?" I asked back, hoping they'd get where I was coming from.

Vanya frowned, "Fine, I'll go to the dressing room, and ask that 'someone else' about this dress." She was definitely talking about Toshiro and Isao.

Teresa stared at the dresses she was holding, and said a bit quietly, "I think I'll do the same thing." I was fairly certain that she was talking about Tatsuma and Mutsu as well.

They both went to the dressing rooms, and closed the doors behind them, so that they could try them on.

I, on the other hand, still had trouble which dress I wanted to get. I was looking through the ones that were blue, but they looked either too girly, or too dull. And I wouldn't want to wear a dull dress at a dance. Hell, some people would probably laugh at me for that.

I bit my lower lip in frustration as I thought, Why is it so damn hard to find a decent dress?!

I gripped my hair, and was going to yell, but Vanya hopped out of the dressing room she was in, and exclaimed, "Look at me, Natalie~!"

My eyes slightly widened at the cheer in her tone, but I turned my head to the side, and saw Vanya showing off the dress she was wearing. She spun around, but seconds later, she looked dizzy.

I rolled my eyes as I replied to my redheaded friend, "You look nice."

Vanya frowned at my answer, and told me, "Natalie, you don't sound enthusiastic! At least tell me if this is good enough to wear to the dance! I haven't decided on my own yet."

Frowning back, I said, "Don't be bossy, Vanya. Yes, that dress is good enough. And didn't you ask…" I walked closer to her, and whispered, finishing my question, "…Toshiro and Isao about their opinions?"

She shrugged, "I actually tried asking them, but they had the lamest opinions ever."

"Oh? What did they say, then?"

"Well, Toshiro said it was a fine dress, and Isao just said, 'I wish Otae-Chan would wear that dress. She'd look gorgeous in it'."

"Hm…" I trailed off.

Vanya patted my shoulder, and said, "So thanks, Natalie."

As she went back to the dressing room, Teresa also came out, but wasn't wearing either of the dresses she chose. Instead, she put one of them on the rack, and carried the other.

She walked up to me, and said, "I'm gonna get this one." Teresa was holding up grass-green dress. The right side was short-sleeved, but the other was just a strap.

I raised a brow at the girl, and asked, "Are you sure? You'd have to wear a strapless bra."

"I have a strapless bra at home, so don't worry. So yes, I'm sure."

Vanya soon came out of the dressing room again, and she nearly exclaimed, "I'm gonna get this!"

Teresa asked me, "Natalie, have you decided which dress you wanted to get?"

I shook my head, and sighed, "Sadly, no. I haven't decided which dress I wanted to buy. And staring at these dresses doesn't help."

Teresa smirked, "Then we'll leave without you."

I stared at her, and replied, "Don't. Wait until I've gotten a dress; then we can go."

"I was just joking."

She walked away from me, but went to the front counter, and bought the dress. Vanya did the same thing, only she was smiling like a kid who wanted lots of candy.

I sighed for the umpteenth time, and still couldn't find a dress that was decent enough to wear. So far, the only ones I saw were dresses that looked like they were above knee-length. And I'm not allowed to wear a knee-length dress at the dance. If I wore one, then there would be no doubt I would get kicked out.

Why the hell was it so hard to find a good dress?! And am I asking this, because I don't wear dresses?! Could be!

I clenched my teeth with irritation, and thought, Screw it! I'm gonna look at dresses with different colors! It's a shame the blue ones are above knee-length.

I was still angry, but I tried my best to not show it. And I didn't want to take my anger out on somebody. I'd just embarrass myself like that.

Walking over to a different rack, I saw a variety of colors. I scanned my eyes through the rack, hoping that I would find the dress I was looking for (Whichever that was). I crossed my arms, and looked over the rack again, only more carefully.

For no real reason, I leaned over, and was now closer to the rack. My eyes squinted, and I bit my lip once more. But then I thought, Wait a minute, I can just push some of the dresses. Then I can get a better view of them.

I slapped myself on the forehead, and pushed each dress to the side. So far, the fronts of these dresses were V-necks. Yeah, I'm not getting that kind. That'd probably show my cleavage, and I'm self-conscious about that.

I grew more frustrated than ever, but after a moment of searching, I might've found the perfect one.

My eyes widened as I saw an icy-blue dress, with ruffles on the sleeves, and on the top part of the outfit.

A smile appeared on my face, and I whispered to no one in particular, "This is the one. The color on it even matches my eyes."

As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I grabbed the hanger, along with the dress, and took it off the rack. I quickly walked to the dressing room, and closed the door as soon as I entered it.

I set my backpack on the bench, and began taking off my clothes. But just then, I heard Shinpachi asking me quietly, "Natalie, are you changing?"

I whispered, making sure no one would hear me, "Yeah, I'm changing."

He didn't say anything, but I was pretty sure he heard me.

I also told the trio, "And you better not look."

I took off my clothes, and all I was wearing now was my bra and underwear. I took the dress off of the hanger, and pulled the bottom of it over my head. It didn't have a zipper on the back, so I was guessing that this was a stretchable one.

Soon, the dress was on me, and I looked at myself in the mirror – which was on the door – seeing myself. I stared at my reflection for a moment before deciding to open up my backpack.

I pulled the zipper down, and said to the Yorozuya trio, "Guys, I want your opinion on this dress I'm wearing."

Gintoki and Kagura blankly stared at me, but poked their heads out, anyway. Shinpachi also poked his head out, and widened his eyes as he said, "Wow. You look pretty in it, Natalie."

Even though it was a compliment, my cheeks flushed in slight embarrassment. Gintoki said in a somewhat boring tone, "Yeah, it's pretty, but your body figure is still not hot."

Without warning, I punched him in the head. He grunted, and I growled at him, "If I was hot, would you harass me?"

"What?" Gintoki questioned, resting his hand on top of his head. "Do you want me to harass you?"

I glared at him harshly, and gave him a face that was saying, 'If you do, I'll punch you again, and make you unconscious'.

Gintoki blinked as a drop of sweat rolled down his cheek.

I said, still slightly growling, "Don't you dare."

He went back inside of my backpack, and said quietly, "She scares me."

I rolled my eyes, and Kagura said, "For once, I agree with Shinpachi. You do look pretty in it, blondy."

"What do you mean 'for once'?" Shinpachi glared at the teenage Yato.

Another smile crept up my face, and I told them, "Thank you, Shinpachi and Kagura. You can go back inside my backpack now. I need to change back into my regular clothes."

They almost immediately went back in my bag, and I pulled the zipper up, closing it. I heaved an almost inaudible sigh as I took off the dress.

A few moments later, I had bought the dress, and the cashier gave me my change as she put the dress in a bag. She told me as she handed me the bag, "Have a nice day."

"Thanks," I muttered under my breath.

I turned around, and walked out of the store. Vanya and Teresa were also outside, but they were obviously waiting for me.

I said as I scratched my buzzcut, "Sorry for taking so long. It was hard finding a good dress."

"But you managed to find one, right?" Teresa asked. I nodded.

"Of course I did. Anyway, I'm going home. I'll see you two in school tomorrow."

As I passed the duo, Vanya waved at me, and replied, "Okay! See you tomorrow, Natalie!"

"Bye," Teresa also replied.

I headed for home, and looked at the bag I was holding. I was still walking, but I stared at the plastic bag, just thinking of what the dance was going to be like (Aside from the chibi's, who were going to fight the mysterious person).

I wonder how the dance will go. This'll be my first time going to any school dance, so I don't know what to expect. Maybe they'll play music, but if they do, I have a feeling that they'll play crappy pop music.

Pop is my least favorite kind of music. You want to know why? Because pop songs always play on the radio, non-stop. Seriously, whenever I turn on a radio, a song that I hate will start playing, and when I turn to a different station, it plays the same song! Well, that doesn't always happen, but it does more than 25 percent of the time. That's why they're called pop songs, because they're popular. And that's also why I'd rather listen to songs that're never played on the radio.

Why am I suddenly talking about pop music now? I should be thinking about the dance itself, and how Vanya, Teresa, and I are going to find "mysterious-unknown-gender-person", along with the chibi's that will be going also.

Speaking of chibi's, I just realized something. How were we going to bring the chibi's to the dance if we were supposed to hide them? Uh-oh, I think we might have a problem with that.

Shit, we're so screwed. We definitely can't bring our backpacks to the dance; it'd be weird. And we don't have purses, so that's another red flag.

What the fuck were we supposed to do on the night of the dance?! Leave the chibi's outside of the school building? Wait, no, that won't work. They'd be seen by the school security cameras.

I knitted my brows, trying to think of a way to bring the chibi's to the dance without having them being seen by the cameras, or students that will also participate in the school dance.

Let's see, could we try to hide them behind our backs, and have them facing the school wall? No, that also won't work. The Yorozuya, Kotaro, and Elizabeth would be too hard to carry from behind my back. Besides, they'd probably fall out of my hands, even if they were careful.

Could we get a ladder, and go to the back of the school, where there're no cameras, and climb to the rooftop, and find a hole where the chibi's could fit through? We could do that, though we'd have the risk of getting caught. So…yeah, that's not gonna happen. Besides, does the school even have a ladder that tall? And where exactly would we find a hole on the ceiling? Obviously, the ceiling wouldn't have an actual hole, where rain would pour through.

Seems that I'm right. WE ARE SCREWED!

-3rd POV-

At Teresa's apartment

As soon as Teresa entered her apartment, she let out a sigh, and set her backpack on the couch. She sat down, and opened up her backpack, where she let out Tatsuma and Mutsu.

Tatsuma and Mutsu jumped out, but Tatsuma fell on the couch face-first. He muffled, "OOF!"

Teresa stared at him, but said, "You're fine, Tatsuma."

Tatsuma quickly sat up, and asked, "What kind of dress did you get again? Ahahahahaha!"

Mutsu rolled her eyes, and Teresa took out the dress from her bag. She showed it to Tatsuma, and he exclaimed, "Oooh! What a pretty dress! Ahahahahaha!"

Mutsu told him in a nonchalant tone, "You said that when you first saw it."

"I did?" Tatsuma asked idiotically. "Well, you know what they say! You gotta keep going forward! Ahahahahaha!"

Without alarming the Kaientai leader, Mutsu took her gun out, and placed the head of it in front of his forehead. Tatsuma immediately stopped laughing, and he gave the woman a cracked smile.

Teresa frowned, and told her as she carefully took the small gun away, "No killing in this apartment. That's not okay."

The apartment door suddenly opened, and Teresa looked up, only to see her brother. And Josiah looked pissed for some reason.

Teresa blinked her blackish-brown eyes multiple times, and she wanted to ask if he was alright, but she had a feeling that he would snap if she did. So she kept silent.

But Josiah raised a brow at her, and asked, "You're not going to ask if I'm alright?"

She shook her head, "I thought you'd flip out if you did."

Josiah sighed, "Teresa, I would never flip out at you. I was pissed today, yes, but I wouldn't want to take out my anger on you."

"Why are you pissed, by the way?"

"I was actually in a good mood…until I found one of the chibi's in my bag!"

"What do you mean?" Teresa asked, feeling a bit confused.

Josiah pulled his bag on his chest, and opened it up, pulling out Bansai Kawakami. He held the back of his jacket as he responded, "This little twerp has been in my bag since I brought it to work!"

"Wait a minute, why did you bring your bag to work?"

"Because two of the ink tools there somehow broke, so Mr. Henheart told me to bring extras. But I found Bansai in here, along with the ink tools! He was nearly close to being found out, thanks to Matako! I even gave Mr. Henheart an excuse, which was a really poor one, and he didn't say anything about it!"

"How do you know if Matako's at fault?"

"Bansai told me."

"Oh."

"Now that I know that she's the one who almost got me, and Bansai, into huge trouble, I'm gonna kick her ass."

"What're you gonna do now? Tape her up?" Teresa chuckled.

Josiah shook his head, and replied with a dark smirk, "No, I'm going to do something much worse."

With that, he tossed Bansai to Teresa (Where she caught him), and quickly walked into his room, where he saw Shinsuke and Matako. Shinsuke was practicing his – no, wait, Bansai's – shamisen. Bansai gave Shinsuke his shamisen for the day, because Shinsuke hasn't played it in a while. Matako, on the other hand, was taking a nap, because somehow, she drank some of Josiah's alcohol, and got drunk off her ass. So yeah, that's why she's napping.

Josiah couldn't care less if she was sleeping, because he was still angry at her for putting Bansai in the bag.

As soon as Josiah was beside the blonde chibi, he smacked her in the head. And his smack was a little too hard. But as stated before, he couldn't care less.

Matako yelped at the smack, and yelled as she rubbed her head, as if that would make it feel better, "WHAT THE HELL, MAN?! DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO SMACK ME IN THE HEAD?! I WAS DRUNK, YOU KNOW!"

Josiah rolled his eyes, and scowled, "Why did you throw Bansai in my bag? I almost got in huge trouble with my boss today!"

Matako leaned up, and replied as she let go of her head, "He pissed me off!"

"What did he even do? Surely, he's the calmest person, even though he's a chibi, I've ever met!"

Now it was Matako's turn to roll her eyes. "Do you really want to know what he did to piss me off? He told me to stop stealing your alcohol, and I only took some of your vodka once!"

When those words escaped the blonde's mouth, Josiah widened his eyes in anger. Now he had another reason to be angry with her.

Josiah reached his hand out, and grabbed Matako's hair, pulling her up. She snapped her eyes wide, and yelled again, "PUT ME DOWN, TATTOO MAN! YOU'RE GONNA RIP MY HAIR OFF! AND I WORKED MY ASS OFF PUTTING MY HAIR IN A PERFECT POSITION!"

Shinsuke paid no attention to the duo, and Josiah turned around, going to his closet.

He growled, "Don't you ever steal my alcohol. I don't know how you managed to get to my vodka, but your punishment will be much worse than I had anticipated."

Matako's expression was the same, but little did she know that she was going to be in huge trouble. Matako suddenly burped, but Josiah ignored the sound, and took out a roll of clear tape.

Matako smirked at the tape, and snickered, "Are you going to tape me up again? That's getting old."

"Shut up," Josiah snapped. "I've only taped you once…I think."

He placed Matako on the wall, and held her there as he used his other hand to pull some tape off. He used his teeth to rip it off, and he set the tape over Matako's chest.

When she realized what she was doing, she widened her eyes, and shouted, "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO TAPE ME TO THE WALL?!"

Josiah smirked, "Yes."

That's when Matako laughed. "YOU IDIOT! I'LL BE TOO HEAVY FOR THE TAPE TO HANDLE!"

"Actually, you're wrong," Josiah corrected. "This tape can support items, that're as heavy as you, for a few hours."

"HEY! I'M NOT AN ITEM! I'M A HUMAN BEING…IN CHIBI-FORM, WHICH I STILL HATE!"

Josiah put another piece of tape on her, only it was her legs. He put the tape away, and said, "Oh, and one more thing."

"Huh?" She questioned with a raised brow.

Josiah called his little sister, "Teresa! Come in here!"

Teresa came into his room seconds later, but was wondering why he had suddenly called her in here.

She asked, "Yes?"

Josiah smirked once again, but asked back, "Can you go get your makeup pack?"

Once she saw Matako, tapped to the wall, she smirked as well, and answered as she squinted her eyes, "With pleasure."

She went to get her makeup pack, and she returned about a moment later, carrying her pack.

Josiah asked her another question, "Do you want to be the one putting makeup on Matako's face?"

"Does it have to be nice?"

"Of course not! You can do what you want with the makeup, just don't get it in her eyes or mouth!" Josiah laughed, already feeling amused by this.

Teresa ginned a bit evilly, and nodded as she opened up her pack. The first thing she pulled out was lipstick. It was red, like the color of roses…or blood.

She took the cap off, and leaned down slightly, putting the lipstick on Matako's lips.

Matako glared at the lipstick, and bit some of it off, but it tasted disgusting, so she spit it out. And…the pieces of lipstick – which was now covered in saliva – landed on Teresa's pant leg.

Teresa stared at her pant leg, then to Matako, who was glaring at the mildly autistic girl.

Teresa gave her a smile, but it wasn't the good kind.

Matako raised a blonde brow in slight confusion, and just then, Teresa grabbed her ponytail.

Her eyes widened in shock as Teresa asked the older Humbleton, "Josiah, do you think her ponytail would look good on my teddy bear?"

Matako's jaw dropped as soon as she heard that.

Josiah responded, "Bears don't have long tails…but I don't see what's wrong with that. Maybe we should cut off her ponytail."

When the siblings smirked at each other evilly, Matako shouted at the top of her lungs, "IF YOU CUT MY PONYTAIL OFF, I'LL SHOOT YOU IN THE CAMEL TOES WHEN I'M OUT OF THIS TAPE MISERY!"

Shinsuke clenched his teeth slightly, and turned around, scowling, "All of you, be quiet! I can't tolerate this any longer! I'm trying to practice my skills on Bansai's shamisen!"

Josiah sighed, "Alright, Teresa, I think that's enough torment for Matako."

"How long are we going to leave her stuck to the wall?" She asked.

"Before we go to bed."

"Okay, then," She smiled.

At Vanya's host house

Vanya took Isao and Toshiro out of her backpack, and said, "Alright, you guys. I may want to keep this dress after the dance, so I'll cut the tag up." Vanya pulled out a pair of scissors, and cut the tag off as soon as the dress was out of the plastic bag.

Toshiro asked with crossed arms, "Why did you have to tell us that? It's not important."

Vanya glared at the Vice-commander, "Your face isn't important."

"What does my face have to do with anything?" He glared back.

She didn't respond. Instead, she just pouted at him.

Sougo was polishing his bazooka, and Sagaru was…well, eating an anpan.

Vanya went to her closet, and opened it, putting the dress on one of the hangers. She then closed the door, and lied down on her bed.

Toshiro asked out of curiosity, "Oi, redhead. When's the dance again?"

"April 5th," Vanya answered as she closed her brown eyes.

Toshiro only nodded his head.

So this whole chapter was basically about getting dresses. LOL At least Natalie got a dress she liked, even though she's not a huge fan of dresses.

I just realized that for the past two chapters, I've ended each one in 3rd POV, and started the next with Natalie's POV. XD

Just remember that I don't hate Matako. Though, writing her "punishment" was pretty fun to write. XD Sorry!

Hope you enjoyed chapter 21! :)