Part 4: What do I Wear?
Friday night...
"I can't believe Mimi talked me into picking out that costume!!" Koushirou said in disbelief as he stared at the dark outfit hanging in his closet. "This costume will probably make me look like some kind of a nerd." He the laughed a bit over what he had just said. "Reality check, Izumi, a lot of people already think of you as a nerd."
The redheaded boy shook his head.
"Prince Charming…she wanted me to go as Prince Charming!!" He reached into his closet and took down the mask that Mimi had pretty much picked out for him. He then started to study it a bit. "It's like I'm a mix of Prince Charming and Tuxedo Kamen (Mask). I have a black tux and a long black cape, but I'm wearing a crown looking thing to cover up my red hair, and then I have this eye mask. She kept insisting that it'd make me look handsome if I dress this way, but of course she was just being nice. Who in their right mind would see me as handsome." He put the eye mask back into his closet and closed the door. "I wonder why she doesn't want me to tell anyone about my costume."
The young boy shrugged sat down in front of his computer holding a bottle of soda with a straw. He got on and noticed he had an email from someone.
"Hmm, another e-mail from my secret admirer…"
He opened it and read it, while sipping on his drink...
~*~*~*~
Dear Koushirou,
I'm very happy!! Only one more day until Mimi's "prodigious" party! I just realized that I'm going to have trouble finding you, but you should be able to spot me. I'm going to be dressed as Cinderella and I'll be over near where The Teenage Wolves will be performing. My gown will be ice blue and my mask will look like diamonds. I hope to see you. I'll be saving my dance for you and just call me Cinderella. You'll find out who I am at the unmasking.
Well, I have to go now. Just think, after tomorrow night, I won't have to send you emails that you can't trace. ^_^ I know it's driving you crazy that you can't figure out who I am...
Oyasumi...
~Your Secret Admirerer~
~*~*~*~
"Ahh, this mystery seems to thicken, but what about Miyako?" Koushirou
queried. "She doesn't even know I have a secret admirer and
I normally tell her everything. Mimi keeps saying that I should just
go on and meet this girl and be her date. And like Jou said, it isn't
often that a girl openly admits to liking me in the romantic sense.
No girl ever has." He then sighed. "I just hope Miyako doesn't
mind…"
****
Meanwhile, at the Inoue's...
"Hey Miyako, I found this letter addressed to you," called Miyako's 20-year-old sister, Momoe.
Miyako was sitting with her mother and her other, older sister watching television.
"Ooh, another love letter for our baby sister," Miyako's 17-year-old sister, Chizuru, teased.
"Our baby sister is growing up so fast," Momoe laughed tauntingly.
"Stop teasing you two, leave your sister alone."
"Give me that!" Miyako snatched the letter from Momoe's hand, glad that it wasn't her brother who had found the letter. He would've teased her even more than her two sisters if she had. Miyako always found it strange how her brother was the oldest out of her siblings, yet he acted as if he were the youngest since he was always so playful.
She then ran to her room and shut the door behind her. After shutting
the door, she rushed to her bed and ripped the letter open anxiously…
~*~*~*~
Dear Miyako,
I cannot wait to meet you tomorrow night. I've always found you to be beautiful and pretty. And your intelligence makes you even more appealing. I hope that after our night together that we'll be better friends or maybe even more.
Sorry for sounding desperate, but this is how I truly feel about you. You're one of the most beautiful girls in the world to me. Tomorrow night, I will be dressed as Prince Charming and I will be standing over near where the band will be playing, wearing a black tux and an eye mask, and I will also be wearing a black cape. I guess you could say I'll look a little like Tuxedo Kamen.
I must go now, but I hope to see you tomorrow...
Your Secret Admirer...
~*~*~*~
Miyako loved the letter and the attention, but a part of her was thinking
about Izzy. She hadn't talked to him for so long. He missed
lunch in school with her and she couldn't get him on the phone. She
just decided to go on and meet this admirer of hers since Izzy obviously
wasn't interested in her...
"I wonder who this guy is and how he knows me. Nobody, other than Mimi, knows this guy since she obviously invited him. I know Michael didn't since his friends are American." She then sighed a bit. "I'm going anyway! I just can't say no to this guy. He's obviously hung up over me…but what about Koushirou…"
The young girl laid down in her bed and started to imagine what the
perfect guy to her would be; surprisingly, everything she thought of ended
up being something connected to Izzy. She shook her head and turned
over and went to sleep, excited about Mimi's party...
****
In another part of Odaiba...
"So, what are you going as?" a blonde-haired, hat-wearing boy asked.
"I dunno, how about you?" a dark-haired boy responded.
"I dunno," a goggle-headed boy sighed.
"You two do know that we have only tomorrow to come up with some type of a costume," the dark haired boy reminded his two companions.
"We know, we know," the other two stated in unison.
Takeru and Ken were hanging over at Daisuke's place and both were staying over for the night.
"I could go as, um, Angemon!!"
Ken and Daisuke laughed.
"What's wrong with dressing as Angemon?" Takeru asked, laughing as well.
"I couldn't picture you in an Angemon outfit, dude!" Daisuke told him.
"Neither could I!"
"Okay, what do you suggest then?" Takeru asked the two, his laughter subsiding.
"Hey, if Hikari-san goes as a light bulb since she always glows, then one of you could go as the lamp!"
Takeru and Daisuke gave Ken a look and then threw their pillows at him.
"I'm just kidding!" Ken said as he dodged the pillows that were being thrown at him. "I know Kari would never do something goofy as that."
"Where in the world did you get that idea anyway?"
"I have no idea, Takaishi, it just came to me since she has the crest trait of light."
"Well, how about we all dress alike as something...like the three amigos or something," Daisuke suggested.
"Wait, I have something even better than the three amigos!"
The young blonde haired boy told the other two what he was thinking and they smiled. They liked the idea.
"Great idea!" Daisuke complimented.
"Yeah, it is," Ken agreed. "I guess we'll go and find some costumes tomorrow."
"Does that mean we'll have to wake up early?" Daisuke groaned.
"Yeah, if we don't want to be late for school," Takeru said. "We'll have to look around before school starts."
"How about we skip tomorrow anyway," Daisuke requested hopefully. "Every Saturday for us is a half-day anyway."
"Skipping school isn't the best thing to do in the world," Ken said.
"I know, but we rarely miss school anyway, so one half-day isn't going to hurt us!"
"He makes a good point," Takeru agreed slowly. "At least this way we'll have more time to shop for our costumes."
"Well, if you two insist, I guess missing one Saturday won't hurt," Ken finally agreed.
"Yahoo!" Daisuke cheered.
"But we still should get up early so no one will suspect anything, like your sister," Takeru said.
"Yech, I hate getting up early on a day where I plan on not going to school."
"Stop complaining, Motomiya," Ken said while patting him on the back. "You're getting up early whether you want to or not."
"Bleah..."
****
Over at the Hida's...
"Iori, dear," Mrs. Hida called out to her only son who was sitting his room, looking through his closet. "Have you decided on what you're going to wear to that party tomorrow night?"
"All I have is my old wizard costume," Iori said, holding up a dusty outfit. "It's not like I have much time to get another one."
"But it's so worn out."
"But what can I do about it on such short notice?"
"You know, I could mend it up so some to make it flashier, or something like that," Mrs. Hida said, looking over the costume, dusting it off with her hand some.
"That's true, but do you think you could fix it up that fast?"
"I'm sure that I could do something with this thing," she coughed.
"I only wish I had more imagination when it comes to things like this," Iori muttered.
The young boy thought for a moment and it came to him...
"Mom, wait here! I know how I want this costume to look! I'll be right back!!"
The 11-year-old boy ran to their den, as his mother shrugged, and turned on their computer. He waited impatiently for it to boot up, vowing that he would definitely ask either Miyako or Koushirou to install more memory on it, and he then opened up a file. He looked through it and found the picture he was looking for and printed it out. He then handed the picture to his mother.
"What's this?" she asked, staring down at the paper that Iori had handed her.
"It's a picture of someone who's always worn wizard-like clothing."
"This doesn't look like any wizard I've ever seen."
"Well, it's something different. I already have a staff, and this would work great if you were to alter it this way. I am supposed to wear a mask of some sort, and wearing it this way would cover up my face, somewhat."
"Okay, I'll see what I can do. It doesn't seem too complicated," his mother finally agreed. "I'll start on it tonight and finish it tomorrow."
"Thanks a lot, okaasan!" Iori smiled, anxious to get back to his room to do some reading.
"No problem, not let's get some measurements."
"Measurements?" Iori questioned dreadfully.
"Yes, measurements."
"Why do you need measurements!?! I don't want you measuring me!!" Iori objected. "That means that I'll have to wear just my underwear!!"
"You're taller than what you were last year, so this costume is probably too small for you now," Mrs. Hida responded coolly. "Now go get the measuring tape, and take those pants of yours off; and while you're at it, go put on a thing T-shirt."
"But mom, I don't wa---"
"I used to change your diapers when you were an infant…nothing I've never seen before. Now hurry along and get that measuring tape."
"Yes mom," the boy responded gloomily.
Iori sighed and did as his mother said so that she could start altering his costume...
