Kamui-rella, or, Candy-coated fluff : Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em...don't sue me...thank you...
Some Rambling prior to the tale: uhhh...this is really a crazy idea. I don't know if it's really humorous or what, but anyway..just read/review, onegai!*hugs Kamui plushie clad in the Disney version of Cinderella's dress*Aie! Kamui-chan!*adoring grin*oh...some strange stuff(i.e, gender disorientation) in this chapter...and the following ones. Enjoy!
Kamui stared at the girl with silvery hair in perplexity, his brows furrowed. "Godmother?"
Hinoto nodded in her customarily drowsy way. "That's me." She sighed as Kamui started to get up and walk away as though she was some obviously insane woman who'd just told him she was really a blue mold-covered prune. "Your bumbling parents forgot to tell you, I suppose."
Her godson nodded, still with the "you're-nuts-I'm-outta-here" expression on his face. He tugged at his blanket, which was falling off his thin shoulder, and blinked at Hinoto. "Papa never said anything about it." He sighed, looking down at his feet, which were sinking into the snow. "Neither did Mother..."
Hinoto sighed also, twiddling her fingers as a bleak fury appeared on Kamui's face. "So...why didn't you save them?" His eyes were wide and tears trickled from them freely onto the snow. "Why? If you're a fairy.."
"A Dreamgazer, actually."Hinoto rolled her eyes at his angst.
"Whatever. Why didn't you use your white magic?"
Hinoto bowed. "Gomenasai." She straightened and coughed a few times, obviously pondering a change of subject. "Uh...tell me why you're here..Kamui.."
Kamui narrowed his violet eyes at her, still sulky. "You know why."
Hinoto coughed again. "Oh..yes. The balls. The Prince is seeking a companion." She refrained from "wife"--the times had changed; no longer was it fully correct to use "wife". "And you.." she pointed at Kamui imperiously, "want to attend them."
Kamui ground his teeth and nodded. "Yes. And Stepmother won't let me go."
His Godmother bowed her head. "So. I may be able to help you."
"How?"
She climbed from the tombstone, a most wet and uncomfortable perch, and whispered in her Godson's ear (Author: sorry...if you wanna know what it was you gotta read more). Kamui's eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yep." The glint in Hinoto's eyes was almost evil. "We'll wow 'em."
Kamui did not look at all certain of this. "Are you sure his Highness likes that kind of thing?"
"Oh yes."
About twenty minutes later, Kamui emerged from the manorhouse in a black leather tank top with a ostentaiously large zipper that read "open here," to his great chagrin. His trousers were leather as well, and the boy had thanked god that Hinoto had not thought to add any magical lettering to anything else thereof. His face was hot just thinking about how she'd dress him the next two nights. "Lace and velvet and clear plastic, my boy," she'd promised with that evil gleam. Kamui grinned mischivieously, to his own shame, and was brought back to reality when he shuddered. He was a few feet from the door of the manor, knee-deep in snow. And he was blue with cold.
As he wondered if his Highness had any interest in sexually confused ice pops, his Godmother rushed forth with her large star-topped wand (shaped suspiciously like a certain Sakura Morimoto's staff)and waved it around. A heavy pile of cashmere and clingy stuff fell on Kamui's head. He untangled himself and peered at it. "A coat?" Quickly he unfolded it, pushing the ornamental buckles and laces into place...too quickly to see what Hinoto had added on the collar: "I am a yummy bishi please consume me before I go bad". She snickered at her little joke and stopped the boy again.
"What?" Kamui turned and saw a massive black coach with one of those little statuettes on its top. "Hinoto?"
She poked her head from a window and waved her wand in reply. Three shinigami appeared, grinning Brad Pitt-like grins and in the customary sunglasses and trechcoats of gangsters. "No..."Kamui frowned at the creations. "They'll think I'm some kind of mafia thug." The Dreamgazer sighed and three pretty young men in white ermine fur and, of course, leather, took the place of the mobsters. She added the necessary prancing white horses and handed Kamui into the coach. As her charge rumbled away she shouted "come back at twelve" and sobbed into a wad of tissues pulled from a nearby box. "Oh, my little gender-confused (Author::coughcough::bisexual::coughcough::) child is heading off to his first ball...I'm so proud..."
A/N: well...did ya like it? This was when I was feeling funnier than before...all comments welcome! BTW, CCS isn't mine either...and Brad Pitt belongs to no one, 'course.