(Note: Riho will be replaced with my own character, Hiromi Takabe, because
I don't really like Riho's totally innocent maiden attitude. Hiro is a
little bit more real. Also I often switch character prospective from Hiromi
to Shido: three stars indicate this)
Disclaimer: YES!!! I do own Nightwalker! See?? *Holds up two Nightwalker DVD's* You can't have them! Their mine! *Hugs protectively* I just wish I owned the real Shido....*sniffle* If I did, I would...* impure thoughts* *sigh*
"What bout this one?" Yayoi asked, holding up a green spaghetti strap top.
"I usually try to avoid green...." a young girl said behind her.
"How come? Green would set off your hair beautifully."
"I always feel like a leprechaun in green."
"Okay Hiromi," Yayoi said, studying the girl's red hair and lavender eyes, "what did you used to like wearing? And I absolutely forbid you to say jeans."
Hiromi thought back. What *had* she liked to a year ago?
"Well," she said slowly, "I wore a lot of yellow..."
"Perfect," Yayoi smiled, pulling Hiromi over to another rack.
Snatching a few items, seemingly at random, Yayoi pushed the girl to the fitting rooms. "I'll wait here; just go and try them out."
After Hiromi disappeared behind the door frowning slightly at the bundle of clothes, Yayoi sat and let her mind wander. Such a brave girl Hiromi was. She had faced things that would have made most people's spirits break in half, and yet, Hiromi had found ways to salvage her heart. Her determination reminded Yayoi so much of her late sister, Kusumi.
"Um...Yayoi?"
Jerked from her reverie, Yayoi stood and walked to the dressing room door.
"What is it, Hiromi? Are you done? Let me see."
The door slowly creaked open and Yayoi had to smile. These new, more feminine clothes, looked worlds better than Hiromi's usual sweatshirt and jeans. Except...
"I think that top might be too developed for your figure, Hiromi..."
The girl blushed, and murmured something under her breath.
"What was that?"
Hiromi's face glowed bright red, as she said louder, "No it's not."
"What?" asked the woman, bewildered.
Hiromi backed up into the small cubicle, gesturing for Yayoi to follow her. Once both of them were inside and the cubicle's door safely closed and latched, Hiromi pulled her shirt low, revealing a length of cloth tied tightly around her chest.
"With bulky tops, and this thing on, you would never know I had them."
Yayoi smiled sadly, "Well then, I think we better stop by the lingerie section on the way to the shoe department."
***
For what felt like the hundredth time, Shido watched Guni fly a circuit around the room, muttering to herself about "nutty humans."
"They've been gone for almost four hours now!" she shrieked, letting herself float to eye level.
"Well, you know how Yayoi likes to shop," the vampire said, returning to his newspaper.
"But four hours non-stop? That's a record even for her!"
"Remember, she wanted to spend some time with Hiromi as well."
Guni scoffed, " 'Girl time.' I don't think I'll ever understand humans."
"Me least of all?" Yayoi asked, stepping into the office, her arms laden with bags.
"You got that right," Guni said, flying over to inspect the bags, "Whatcha buy?"
Ignoring the impudent fairy, Shido folded his paper, "Where's Hiromi?"
Putting her bags in a corner, (with Guni half-burrowed into one) Yayoi stepped to the still opened door. "May I present, the new and improved Ms. Hiromi Takabe?"
The girl stepped into sight, and Shido couldn't help looking astonished, his eyes widening and jaw falling open a bit. A few simple changes, and the girl's natural beauty shone fourth like a beacon.
A yellow top with a scooped neckline and short leaves pushed down around her arms, ended just above her lower ribs, exposing her midriff. Purple short-shorts only a shade darker than her eyes accented the top very nicely, and light brown cowboy boots that reached mid-calf finished the outfit. When Hiromi moved her head, Shido saw a strand of blue beads decorated a lock of her hair, beginning just behind her right ear, and trailing over her shoulder.
Shido felt himself stand saying, "Hiromi, you look great."
"Thank you. Though I'm not sure that I'm quite comfortable in this."
"Ouch! Hey there's a cactus in here!" came a voice from the shopping bags. Soon the said cactus was pushed to the top of the bag. Yayoi reached down and carefully picked it up by its pot, while a very sore Guni flew out, rubbing at her leg.
"I wanted to get a Venus fly trap," Yayoi was saying, "but Hiromi was worried it would cause...complications."
"I swear you guys have it in for me," Guni pouted.
"What's with the plant?" Shido asked coming from behind his desk to inspect the cactus.
"I thought that the office was a little gloomy, so I talked Yayoi into buying this," said Hiromi as she took the cactus from Yayoi and set it on Shido's desk. "See it brightens up the whole room."
Shido had to admit; the plant looked like it belonged there.
"Ooh, what's this?" said Guni, who had gone back to the bags. She was holding up a strapless, lacey, white bra with an evil grin on her face.
Hiromi's own face flushed bright red, and she dove for the fairy, which flew up with the bra, giggling like an idiot.
"Oh, so its yours Hiromi?"
"Yes its mine, you little perv!" Hiromi shrieked, chasing the little green demon around the room.
"Give it to me!"
"Ask nicely!"
"You, you...."
Shido and Yayoi sat down in separate chairs, cracking up as the watched the two rivals jump and dodge around the room.
"You want it? Okay, catch!" and taking careful aim, Guni let the bra drop, right onto Shido's head.
The vampire had time to blink before Hiromi, totally distracted watching the lingerie's fall, skidded into him, her momentum driving the small chair and it's occupants to the floor, Shido landing on the bottom, taking most of the impact.
As the two caught their breath, Shido felt Hiromi freeze on top of him. He plucked the bra off his head, and handed it to the girl, saying, "I believe this is yours."
She snatched it from Shido's hand and scooted back quickly, until her back hit the wall.
"I'm sorry," Hiromi, whispered, a thin sheen of sweat visible on her pale face. Shido could taste her fear radiating out from Hiromi in waves.
"Hiromi..." Shido began, only to be interrupted by the door opening, and a man stepping through, eyes wide as he surveyed the overturned chairs, a little green "Barbie" doll on the floor, and three people scattered around the room, one standing, and the other two on the ground.
"Perhaps this is a bad time?" he asked.
Disclaimer: YES!!! I do own Nightwalker! See?? *Holds up two Nightwalker DVD's* You can't have them! Their mine! *Hugs protectively* I just wish I owned the real Shido....*sniffle* If I did, I would...* impure thoughts* *sigh*
"What bout this one?" Yayoi asked, holding up a green spaghetti strap top.
"I usually try to avoid green...." a young girl said behind her.
"How come? Green would set off your hair beautifully."
"I always feel like a leprechaun in green."
"Okay Hiromi," Yayoi said, studying the girl's red hair and lavender eyes, "what did you used to like wearing? And I absolutely forbid you to say jeans."
Hiromi thought back. What *had* she liked to a year ago?
"Well," she said slowly, "I wore a lot of yellow..."
"Perfect," Yayoi smiled, pulling Hiromi over to another rack.
Snatching a few items, seemingly at random, Yayoi pushed the girl to the fitting rooms. "I'll wait here; just go and try them out."
After Hiromi disappeared behind the door frowning slightly at the bundle of clothes, Yayoi sat and let her mind wander. Such a brave girl Hiromi was. She had faced things that would have made most people's spirits break in half, and yet, Hiromi had found ways to salvage her heart. Her determination reminded Yayoi so much of her late sister, Kusumi.
"Um...Yayoi?"
Jerked from her reverie, Yayoi stood and walked to the dressing room door.
"What is it, Hiromi? Are you done? Let me see."
The door slowly creaked open and Yayoi had to smile. These new, more feminine clothes, looked worlds better than Hiromi's usual sweatshirt and jeans. Except...
"I think that top might be too developed for your figure, Hiromi..."
The girl blushed, and murmured something under her breath.
"What was that?"
Hiromi's face glowed bright red, as she said louder, "No it's not."
"What?" asked the woman, bewildered.
Hiromi backed up into the small cubicle, gesturing for Yayoi to follow her. Once both of them were inside and the cubicle's door safely closed and latched, Hiromi pulled her shirt low, revealing a length of cloth tied tightly around her chest.
"With bulky tops, and this thing on, you would never know I had them."
Yayoi smiled sadly, "Well then, I think we better stop by the lingerie section on the way to the shoe department."
***
For what felt like the hundredth time, Shido watched Guni fly a circuit around the room, muttering to herself about "nutty humans."
"They've been gone for almost four hours now!" she shrieked, letting herself float to eye level.
"Well, you know how Yayoi likes to shop," the vampire said, returning to his newspaper.
"But four hours non-stop? That's a record even for her!"
"Remember, she wanted to spend some time with Hiromi as well."
Guni scoffed, " 'Girl time.' I don't think I'll ever understand humans."
"Me least of all?" Yayoi asked, stepping into the office, her arms laden with bags.
"You got that right," Guni said, flying over to inspect the bags, "Whatcha buy?"
Ignoring the impudent fairy, Shido folded his paper, "Where's Hiromi?"
Putting her bags in a corner, (with Guni half-burrowed into one) Yayoi stepped to the still opened door. "May I present, the new and improved Ms. Hiromi Takabe?"
The girl stepped into sight, and Shido couldn't help looking astonished, his eyes widening and jaw falling open a bit. A few simple changes, and the girl's natural beauty shone fourth like a beacon.
A yellow top with a scooped neckline and short leaves pushed down around her arms, ended just above her lower ribs, exposing her midriff. Purple short-shorts only a shade darker than her eyes accented the top very nicely, and light brown cowboy boots that reached mid-calf finished the outfit. When Hiromi moved her head, Shido saw a strand of blue beads decorated a lock of her hair, beginning just behind her right ear, and trailing over her shoulder.
Shido felt himself stand saying, "Hiromi, you look great."
"Thank you. Though I'm not sure that I'm quite comfortable in this."
"Ouch! Hey there's a cactus in here!" came a voice from the shopping bags. Soon the said cactus was pushed to the top of the bag. Yayoi reached down and carefully picked it up by its pot, while a very sore Guni flew out, rubbing at her leg.
"I wanted to get a Venus fly trap," Yayoi was saying, "but Hiromi was worried it would cause...complications."
"I swear you guys have it in for me," Guni pouted.
"What's with the plant?" Shido asked coming from behind his desk to inspect the cactus.
"I thought that the office was a little gloomy, so I talked Yayoi into buying this," said Hiromi as she took the cactus from Yayoi and set it on Shido's desk. "See it brightens up the whole room."
Shido had to admit; the plant looked like it belonged there.
"Ooh, what's this?" said Guni, who had gone back to the bags. She was holding up a strapless, lacey, white bra with an evil grin on her face.
Hiromi's own face flushed bright red, and she dove for the fairy, which flew up with the bra, giggling like an idiot.
"Oh, so its yours Hiromi?"
"Yes its mine, you little perv!" Hiromi shrieked, chasing the little green demon around the room.
"Give it to me!"
"Ask nicely!"
"You, you...."
Shido and Yayoi sat down in separate chairs, cracking up as the watched the two rivals jump and dodge around the room.
"You want it? Okay, catch!" and taking careful aim, Guni let the bra drop, right onto Shido's head.
The vampire had time to blink before Hiromi, totally distracted watching the lingerie's fall, skidded into him, her momentum driving the small chair and it's occupants to the floor, Shido landing on the bottom, taking most of the impact.
As the two caught their breath, Shido felt Hiromi freeze on top of him. He plucked the bra off his head, and handed it to the girl, saying, "I believe this is yours."
She snatched it from Shido's hand and scooted back quickly, until her back hit the wall.
"I'm sorry," Hiromi, whispered, a thin sheen of sweat visible on her pale face. Shido could taste her fear radiating out from Hiromi in waves.
"Hiromi..." Shido began, only to be interrupted by the door opening, and a man stepping through, eyes wide as he surveyed the overturned chairs, a little green "Barbie" doll on the floor, and three people scattered around the room, one standing, and the other two on the ground.
"Perhaps this is a bad time?" he asked.