Fanservice: The fun starts now.

Some random Kuroshitsuji meme


"Have you guys seen the new posters?" Haruka asked as she sat down with her friends at their usual table. "The Student Council put them up this morning."

"I have," Ayame answered before taking a bite out of her chocolate cornet. "It's the one which lists the time and date of the party, right?"

"And the dress code," Toshio supplied helpfully. "Casual formal for those of you that haven't checked yet."

Anzu pounced on the opportunity to show off almost immediately. "You should see the dress I bought just for the occasion," she bragged, preening under the attention. She thought of the cocktail dress she had bought from her favorite designer store and grew even more pleased with herself.

"My kaa-chan is making me a costume!" Midori chimed in, excited by all this talk about outfits. "I'll be going as a human reindeer!"

"Ooh, can't wait to see that," Anzu sneered.

"Midori-kins!" Akane exclaimed, stars in her eyes. "That is so brilliant that I should have thought of it!"

"I know right?!"

"Knuckleheads..." Anzu muttered, her eye twitching in annoyance as she scoffed at their antics.

As they all discussed what they were going to wear to the Christmas party as well as other things, Katsumi said to Naoko, "What about you, Naachan? You haven't said much."

"I'll find something," Naoko replied nonchalantly, not really caring much about what she was going to wear. It wasn't like she was out to impress anyone.

"Oh, no," Anzu said loudly, "that doesn't sound good." She smirked. "As much as I can't stand your face sometimes, it'd be a real shame if you wore a trash bag while the rest of us look our best."

Naoko shrugged, still unswayed. "Not really..."

"Christmas is the holiday of romance!" Katsumi cried. "How are you going to get noticed if you don't dress your best?"

"Eh... again... I don't really care."

"Of course you don't," Anzu growled.

"But we do," Ayame finished, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Girls, I think you know what this means..."

Naoko raised an eyebrow, bemused by what her tone was suggesting. "What? What does it mean?"

Toshio balked slightly when he realized just what Ayame was implying, turning his head around to notice the sly glances most of the girls were giving one another. "Naoko. I suggest you run. Or they'll eat you alive."

Leiko sniggered. "Don't be a spoilsport, Toshio. Your lucky that we have a date this afternoon or they'd drag you along too."

Katsumi winked at the pale class representative. "You can't escape us forever, Toshio~"

"Seriously, what am I missing here?" Naoko asked irritably, sick of being out of the loop. From how everyone was behaving, it sounded like she was going to be dragged into Katsumi's basement and be psychologically tortured.

"Naoko," Ayame began, a big smile on her face, "we—"

"Are—" Midori continued, practically bouncing in her seat from excitement.

"Going to take you clothes shopping!" Akane finished, flashing Naoko a shark-like grin. "It will be the bomb dot com, Naoko-kins!"

Suddenly, being dragged down to Katsumi's basement and being psychologically tortured didn't seem like such a bad alternative. Naoko had heard plenty horror stories about what girls did to the others who didn't enjoy shopping on their shopping sprees. Naoko started to sweat at the prospect of her friends spending forty five minutes to look at one pair of shoes.

"Oh, don't look so scared," Ayame chided gently. "It'll be fun, Naachan! You're the only one of us who hasn't picked out an outfit yet so you get to be showered with all our love and attention!"

"That's what I'm afraid of," Naoko deadpanned. She sighed, knowing that her friends weren't going to give up so easily. "Who's coming?" She sincerely hoped that not all of the girls (bar Leiko and Toshio, as they were going on a date) were going to accompany her on this impromptu shopping trip.

Katsumi sighed before pouting. "I wish I could go! But I have to work."

"I'm staying back to do some of my Student Council responsibilities," Haruka added regretfully.

"So I guess that means the rest of you are going...?" Naoko said, tilting her head slightly.

Ayame and Midori both nodded eagerly, giving each other a high five to celebrate their success in roping Naoko into a shopping trip at J-Mall.

Anzu sniffed, turning her nose up. "I suppose. You're going to need someone with my impeccable fashion sense to help you!"

"She means that she has nothing better to do because she has no other friends," Akane swiftly amended, earning a glare from Anzu. "Both of us are coming too, Naoko-kins."

Well, at least it wasn't the worst combination. Besides, the worst that could happen was that they'd get kicked out of the mall.

... Right?


Naoko sighed to herself as she sat on a chair and watched her girl friends bustle around, chatting like starlings as they swapped opinions on different articles of clothing before they all approached her as if they were a single entity.

She regarded them warily, especially a way too ecstatic Midori and an evil looking Anzu.

"Go easy on me," Naoko said, her voice flat. "Please."

Ayame giggled. "No can do, Naachan. We're going to need to go all out to transform you from fashion don't into fashion do!"

Again, Naoko sighed, only this time it was heavier and carried a sense of longing (to escape from their clutches and pig out at the food court).

Midori approached her first, handing her a mint green dress that opened up wide at the shoulders like a barrel head and became tight around the hips and legs. Naoko was mildly surprised that Midori would choose something so tight fitting but quickly shook it off, wordlessly taking the clothing article from her and entering the changing cubicle.

A few minutes later, she stepped out, a small blush emerging on her cheeks as the girls nodded their approval and eyed her like a dog would a piece of meat.

Why are they all looking at me like that...? Uncomfortable, she shifted her weight, finding even the slightest movement difficult thanks to how tight the dress was around her thighs and calves.

"I feel like I'm wearing a straitjacket," Naoko stated tonelessly when it became obvious that her friends were waiting for her to voice her opinion. She looked down at the barrel-shaped head. "While being shot out of a cannon," she added as an afterthought, icily watching Midori's face fall.

Midori groaned an Ayame gave her a sympathetic pat on the back. "But the dress really shows off how luscious your boobs are!" Midori protested, earning another small blush from Naoko, who was distinctly uncomfortable with the lewd attention she was receiving from the green-haired girl.

"Too bad," Anzu said flippantly, folding her arms beneath her own breasts to make a point. "Who's going next?"

"I volunteer as tribute," Akane said, jolly as ever. She held up her the gown she had picked out for Naoko, which was more elaborate than the one Midori had chosen.

Naoko tried not to sigh again. Otherwise she'd find herself doing it every time one of them shoved one of those goddamn dresses in her arms and gave her a friendly push back into the changing room.

Akane had chosen a sparkly purple dress—no surprise there; purple was her favorite color and you only had to talk to Akane for five minutes before knowing that she was the sparkles and glitter kind of person—for Naoko.

The dress wasn't as difficult to put on as Midori's, thank heavens. Naoko made a small, strangled, but relieved noise at that. The dress had a rather large frilly collar that was larger cut on the right side and dipped below her shoulder toward the left, showing off some creamy skin. Naturally, it hugged a bit more around the waist, but, unlike Midori's dress, this one gave Naoko some well needed breathing space as it flared out a bit upon reaching her hips.

Bracing herself, she pulled away the curtain and stood in front of her friends, feeling their hungry gazes burn holes in her body.

"I look ridiculous, don't I?" Naoko asked, cocking an eyebrow at their pinched expressions. Akane seemed crestfallen.

"Like a clownfish," Anzu supplied unhelpfully, smirking. "A big, purple, sparkling clownfish with legs."

"That actually relieves me more than it should."

Luckily, Akane got over it quickly, shrugging. "This isn't really my forte anyway." Her eyes gleamed. "But if you ever find yourself in the need of some cosplay advice—"

"She gets it," Anzu interrupted loudly, shoving her outfit into Naoko's arms. "Try this on for size! You'll have the guys drooling all over you." The unspoken words between them hung in the air and Naoko narrowed her eyes in suspicion. You'll have Tooru drooling all over you, was what Anzu truly meant.

With a short grumble, she took the dress and disappeared inside the changing room again.

When she emerged, she was practically seething at the smug Anzu. "No way in hell am I wearing this to the party."

Anzu's choice of clothing was... more revealing than the other dresses. With how short it was, it felt more like lingerie than something you would go out in.

The red-haired girl had gone for a 'sexy Santa's helper' look.

There wasn't even a neckline! Well, nothing that could be called a neckline anyway. Naoko's cleavage and the top of her round breasts were on full display, the fluffy white 'neckline' just shy of revealing her nipples. She had been forced to take off her bra just to wear this mess of an outfit, which was already a bother. The outfit was pretty simple; just a very, very short, and very, very age inappropriate dress. Save for the woollen 'neckline', it was a shade of amaranth red, the hem reaching only her upper thighs.

Heck, the monstrosity even came with a Santa hat, which Naoko only put on for the sake of it.

Midori gaped. "Holy shit, you're so hot." She gathered her bearings. "Why do you look so flat-chested in your school uniform then?!"

"Most of my clothes are loose," Naoko explained through gritted teeth. "Now are you girls done looking so I can try the last one and hopefully get to change back?"

"It's nice but I have to agree that she's definitely not wearing that to the party," Ayame said, and Naoko shot her a thankful look. "She wouldn't even be let in, for one."

"I'd let her in," Akane purred.

"... You have no shame," Ayame said with a sigh. "Like I said, she wouldn't even be let in."

"Oh, I know," Anzu said, looking as smug as ever as she looked Naoko up and down, appreciating the sight of her frenemy looking so... vulnerable. Without warning, she pulled out her phone from behind her back and snapped a photo of Naoko, who didn't even have time to blink.

Naoko marched forward and grabbed Anzu's wrist painfully, causing her to wince. "What the hell? Why do you even need that for?" She glared at her. "Do you intend to use it as blackmail?"

"H-hey, don't jump to conclusions so quickly," Anzu said hastily, having forgotten just what Naoko was capable of doing to people like her. "I have to say too much integrity to do anything of the sort!"

Snarling, Naoko released her, hoping that she wouldn't regret giving Anzu the benefit of the doubt. "Then what are you going to do with it?"

"I'm going to help you," Anzu told her, sounding surprisingly sincere about it. There wasn't even a hint of the previous cockiness she had displayed. "I can't tell you about it, but trust me, okay? You'll find out soon."

Naoko continued to regard her coldly. Then, "Fine. But if you choose to betray my trust..." Her eyes grew even frostier, if that were even possible. "I'll make sure that you regret it. You might find out that I'm not above becoming a murderer."

"Okay, okay!" Anzu squirmed. "I get it! I won't betray you."

"Now that that's out of the way," Akane began, totally unaffected by what had just unfolded. "Go put on Ayame's dress and come out here looking gorgeous again!"

I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd think she was coming on to me, Naoko thought with a sweatdrop.

"Not as gorgeous as me," Naoko could hear Anzu say in her usual affected tone of voice.

"I suppose," Akane said, rather blasé about the whole thing. "I do find you more aesthetically pleasing on the eyes."

Naoko didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know that Anzu's silence probably meant that she was blushing.

She looked down at the clothes she held in her arms, expecting to see another dress. She was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't a dress, but a stylish winter ensamble. There was a comfortable white sweater to wear on top and a pair of black tights to wear on the bottom. The finishing touch was a creamy beige outer garment made from cashmere.

As she examined herself in the mirror, she found that she rather liked it. So she steeled herself and whipped the curtain aside, revealing herself to the girls she had come to trust.

She didn't even realize that her eyes were closed until she heard someone squeal and couldn't match a face to it.

"Perfect!" Akane exclaimed, eyes wide. "It's... you!"

"It does fit you really well, if I do say so myself," Ayame remarked, sounding proud that Naoko was rocking the outfit that she had chosen.

"Eh," Anzu said, "it's not totally trashy..."

"Buy it," Midori said, uncharacteristically serious.

Naoko opened her mouth to respond, the others eagerly leaning forward to hear her accept. "No."

"What?!" they cried.

"Have you even looked at the price tag?" Naoko frowned. "There's no way I'm spending so much money on clothes."

"Gee, I can just imagine how wonderful your closet must be," Anzu said dryly.

"I don't have a closet," Naoko answered, cocking her eyebrow. "Just a clothes drawer."

"It is a little pricy," Ayame admitted, looking a bit guilty for getting everyone's hopes up with her outfit.

"Yeah," Midori added reluctantly. "Too bad..."

"Ugh, forget it." Anzu sighed affectedly. "Looks like there's only one option left..." She paused for dramatic effect... and pulled out a credit card from seemingly out of nowhere. She grinned a shit-eating grin. "Consider this your Christmas present, my best frenemy. To you, from the richest girl in school, heiress to Niyaishima Home and Hearth Corporation!"


Oikawa hummed to himself as he sipped his hot chocolate. His sister had invited him over for dinner with the family (basically her and Takeru), and he, being the amazing brother he was, gladly accepted ("... You're just coming for free food, aren't you?" "Gee, thanks for having soo much faith in me, nee-chan.") without complaint.

"Dinner's almost ready!" Hotaru called from the kitchen.

Oikawa would have answered, but his phone chimed, indicating a new message had arrived. So, taking his attention away from the television program Takeru was watching, he checked it, becoming annoyed when he saw that it was from Anzu.

What does she want?

What had possessed his past self to exchange numbers with her in the first place? Granted, she no longer bothered him so much, but he still liked to avoid interacting with her if he could.

Rolling his eyes at her stalkerish last texts to him, he impatiently waited for the image she had sent to him to load, downing some more hot chocolate.

The picture stopped buffering and Oikawa could only be thankful that he had swallowed his beverage before he could get the chance to spit it out all over Hotaru's expensive television set.

Oikawa shamelessly and openly gaped at the image of Naoko—his Naoko, the very same one—dressed in the most provocative outfit he had ever had the pleasure of seeing her wear. There was a small, embarrassed blush on her face, and her eyebrows were knitted together in a cute frown, obviously having been caught off guard when the picture had been taken.

Never in his life that he would have thought that all those curves and dips were hidden beneath her frumpy clothes. And, oh god, her round, luscious breasts, barely contained by the dress—

"Tooru, your face is all red," Takeru's voice snapped him back to reality and he was horrified to see that the stupid brat was peering over his shoulder and getting an eyeful of who he had decided to be his future wife as of Monday (thanks to one meddling little sister). "Is it because of her? She's really hot," Takeru noted, obviously not recognizing Naoko just yet.

"Geehh! Stop looking, you perverted brat!" Oikawa shoved his nephew away, and he rolled onto another section of the couch. "She's mine!" He stuck his tongue out at his nephew, somehow sneering at the same time. "Plus, you're way too young!"

"Kaa-chaaan!" Takeru yelled. "Tooru's being a manwhore again!"

"Takeru! I told you not to use that word again!" Hotaru scolded from the kitchen. "You don't know what it actually means!"

"Yeah, I do! Mako-sensei said—"

"I know what she said! She was just humouring you!"

Takeru forgot all about the picture in favor of arguing with his mother, something that Oikawa was decidedly thankful for. Sighing in exasperation, he opened up the picture again, smiling fondly.

Then his face fell comically as he realized something.

How mad is she going to be ifno, when—she finds out?

Tears pricked his eyes. That's just cruel, Anzu. So, so cruel.

He'd just have to enjoy this miniature blessing while he still had the time.


A/N: Because fanservice. Largely filler. Next chapter will be the party... and... the get together...?!

Stay tuned... huehue...

Dress designs inspired by my favorite comic series: Betty and Veronica. I love my gals. I know I'm kind of putting Sumire and Kageyama to the side a bit, but they'll be back with a major scene next chapter.

EDIT: SORY FO ALL THE TYPOS IT IS 3AM AND I NEED SLEEP