T-Minus
For a teen-aged girl, the time that spans between 17 and 18 can be a smooth transition into womanhood or, it can be like a nuclear explosion of enlightenment into her sexuality. One such uptight girl's transition would be interesting to say the least, especially a girl whose life only just begun in the entertainment industry.
The scattered personalities that she called her characters, when melted and poured into one mold, would be the final product. The tightly coiled, venomous Mio. The smooth, lusty, seductive Natsu. The hard, yet soft, sexy and graceful Setsuka. The many others that she had created from the gathering of her many traits she thought she was only imitating.
Her little grudglings and angels would war during the day while she was awake, then call a truce and work together under the silence and darkness of the night while she slept, to fill the mold of the new Kyoko. They would often argue and debate over which traits not to include and in the end, they would always agree that no trait should be left out. After all, if they were omitted it just wouldn't be Kyoko.
"I really don't think this one is necessary.." Angel #1 said in disgust as she picked up the little silken trait that oozed around in her fingers, giving her a shiver.
"No! That one is very important if you want her around our Emperor." Grudgling #1 yelped while quickly taking it off the angel's hands and cradling it close to her. "This one needs to be nurtured."
"This is the one we truly don't need." Grudgling #2 announced while preparing to throw a dark shivering little trait she found in the corner into the incinerator.
"You can't! She still needs that one!" Angel #1 exclaimed. "Although... Maybe not so much." A wicked little grin crossed her lips and her eyes sparkled. The grudglings agreed with her for once.
"This one Mistress definitely doesn't need." Grudgling #1 held up the large, heavy thick, darkened trait and started to heave it into the fires.
"Heavens! Don't do that! Here, shave some of it off and we'll grind it down and add it to the glaze that will make her shine. If you get rid of it all, you'll have her running around naked everywhere." Angel #2 explained while slicing off pieces of the trait and giving it to the grudglings to grind down.
The grudglings nodded in agreement with the little angel's assessment. It would not be a good thing to completely rid Kyoko of all of that particular trait.
"Put this one in the incubator with the other ones." Angel #1 held up the tiny little gold trait the size of a pea.
"Yes, definitely. She has been far too long with this one being too small." Grudgling #1 agreed with gusto as she gently placed the shivering little golden trait onto the silk surface of the warm incubator and shut the lid taking care not to disturb the others they were trying to cultivate and nurture. "That should do it for you little guy. You need to grow really big for Mistress." The little gold trait beamed and flickered.
The process took many sleepless nights and sometimes well into the morning. Eventually the little war fought during the day began to succumb to the dire need for sleep. Some shifts would end in utter exhaustion and others would end in a quietly shared meal. Over time the reason for the little war inside of Kyoko had been forgotten, grudglings would start to gain their little grey wings and little angels began to take on a few of the traits of the grudglings. The new little tribe would refer to themselves as Mini-Kyoko's or, Mini-ko's for short.
"There... All we have to do is wait for the glaze to dry and she will be ready." Mini-ko #1 announced with a sigh of relieved accomplishment.
Mini-ko #2 patted her on the back. "Yes, we have come a long way sister." She smiled. "I think she'll be ready for release in a day or, two. Now.. Let's go plan that launching celebration."
Mini-ko #1 smiled and nodded as they headed off to the living quarters to plan a party and get some much needed rest.
Kyoko awakened to the morning light of dawn, just before her alarm went off. She went through her regular morning routine: make your bed, roll your futon, take your shower, and pick your clothes. Though this "pick your clothes" part was a bit different this morning. She filtered through practically every outfit in her closet and she just couldn't decide what to wear. She finally settled on a pair of Setsuka's leather pants and a cute, sexy sweater that she had bought for Natsu at some point.
"Hmm, something's missing." She mumbled as she appraised her looks in the mirror and then it hit her. She grabbed her makeup and began to apply. "There that's better, but something's still missing..." She brushed her bangs off to the side and clipped one side of her hair away from her face with a gold barrette. "Much better." She slid on a pair of ankle boots, gathered her things, spritzed on some perfume as an afterthought and left the Darumaya for work.
~xoxo~
"So far so good..." Mini-ko #1 announced to the crowded room.
As Kyoko entered the studio for her next interview on Japonet Scoop, jaws dropped and men sighed. She breezed past the door of Sho's dressing room as he stood in the doorway, with mouth agape.
"Is that Kyoko?" He sputtered out then quickly followed the stylishly dressed woman with the languid supermodel walk. Finally catching up, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face him. "Kyoko? What's with this?" He was stunned by her appearance and behavior and he wanted answers.
She gave him a confused look. "May I help you Sho-kun?" Her sultry voice assaulted his brain and practically shut it down.
"Wh..Why do you look like this?" He made a sweeping motion toward her, taking in her full look and blushing in the end.
"Like what? I have an interview." She answered with a little confusion.
"Y-y-you look different..." He finally sputtered out.
She sighed. "Sho-kun... I don't look any different than any other day. Now.. I need to get to my interview or, I'll be late. It was nice talking to you." She winked, turned and left him to watch her long legs and gently swaying hips carry her to her destination.
"What the hell?" He was too stunned to say anything else and that's what Shoko Aki found him repeating in a confused tone over and over as he stood in the hallway.
~xoxo~
The Mini-ko's in the viewing room let out a collective sigh of relief. "Well done. Let's hope she can handle the Big Guy too." They all nodded in agreement. So far the launch was a success.
Whispers of "Wow is that Kyoko-chan?" filtered through the lobby of LME. Male heads turned sharply enough to give a couple of them whip-lash and female eyes darkened with surprise and the jealousy of a new rival.
Yashiro saw her first as he left his office with Ren in tow. He stopped in the doorway as she walked by.
"Good morning Yashiro-san." She smiled a dazzling smile that dried his mouth and tightened his chest.
"Good morning Kyoko-chan..." He stuttered out.
"Oh, is Mogami-san here." Ren asked as he was leafing through his wallet looking for something and then ran into the stunned Yashiro's back in the doorway.
"Good morning Ren." She had a sly smile and her eyes had narrowed sexily.
Yashiro blushed, cleared his throat and stepped to the side to let Ren pass.
"Umm, good morning Kyoko?" He answered with a tingling sensation creeping up his back.
She stepped in close and ran a finger down his chest. "Have you eaten yet?" She cooed.
"Uhh, I was... going to." He gave her a confused sheepish grin.
"How about we go together... Later." She smiled sexily.
He nodded in agreement.
"See you later." She said in a breathy voice. Leaving the two men frozen in shock and staring at her back as she walked away.
~xoxo~
"Alright! Who put lust and sex appeal in the incubator!" Mini-ko #1 growled out, but received no answer.
"Well.. It worked out didn't it?" Mini-ko #2 reasoned.
Mini-ko #1 sighed in resignation. It was too late to change that now.
In the end, Kyoko's day went phenomenally, with only a few changes. Her confidence and pride in herself had increased, she seemed more aware of the attention she was receiving and her extreme modesty and shame had decreased dramatically. It was like a nuclear bomb had gone off inside of Kyoko's personality and had been reconstructed by someone into the new Kyoko.
~xoxo~
"CONGRATULATIONS! We did it!" Were the cheers that echoed at the Mini-ko festival. A festival that they would hold in celebration every year from then, until the end. They had achieved what they had set out to do and now they could rest and only step in when truly needed.