Hit and Run- Chapter 6
by Tanyaneko
Disclaimer: Same as the last one.
A/N: Thanks for reviewing: ills, pocahontas82, MBJade, Lady Tomboy, darkpride, Amatsu Mikaboshi, mrchezzysnickers, pan-chan16k, pan86, LoNeLy*PaN, cuttie_blossom, Akira Gown, jackie montfort, and D*P*P!
Also, I'm sorry it took me so long to update and that the last one was so short. To make up for it, I'm making this one longer than usual.
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Pan sighed as she trudged slowly after her mother, the myriad of shopping bags she was holding making a light hissing sound as they dragged against the floor.
"Ooh, how about this store?" Videl asked, looking at one with an elegant scripted sign above the entrance that read, "La Fashion Boutique." She clapped her hands, and with a delighted giggle, stepped into the shop. Pan had no choice but to follow.
"Mother, please, after this one, can we stop?" Pan begged her mother with widely pleading eyes.
"Oh, but Panny, baby, sweetheart, we still haven't found the perfect earrings to go with your blue dress!"
"So I'll just wear the black one. Really, Mom, I don't see why we had to buy ten different dresses anyway. I only need one for tonight."
"But, Pan!" Videl exclaimed, sounding almost aghast. "You know you can't just pick one dress and hope it works! You have to buy a lot and then wear the one that matches your hairstyle and makeup the best!"
"Why can't we just have them do my hair and makeup to match my dress?"
"No, no, that wouldn't do," Videl insisted, like that was the craziest idea in the universe. She then turned her attention to the large rack of shoes in front of her. "Now… do you want these black stiletto strappies, or these black stiletto strappies?"
Pan cocked an eyebrow. "Mom, they're exactly the same. And besides, I think we already bought a pair just like that in the last store."
Videl shook her head. "But Pan, the difference is so obvious! Look here, this buckle is a more yellowish gold, while this one is much closer to a bronze color."
Her daughter just rolled her dark eyes. "Mom. The buckle isn't any bigger than my pinky nail, they're both gold, and the ones from the other store are gold, too! They're all exactly the same!"
Videl was nearly to tears, wailing about how her poor darling daughter had absolutely no fashion sense and where oh where had she gone wrong, as she went to pay for both pairs of the black strappy stilettos.
As they walked out of the store together, Pan sincerely hoped that La Fashion Boutique had been the last bit of shopping. She was right, but what happened next was even worse.
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Pan fidgeted uncomfortably in the large chair she was seated in. On the counter next to her, she saw an array of beauty supplies and suppressed a little shudder. Some of those things looked painful…
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After being poked in the eye at least five times by that damned thing they called mascara- (Really! Was it her fault she couldn't help blinking?) they were finally finished with her eyes. She had no idea how long she'd been sitting in the stupid chair, all she knew was that she really, really hated this place.
Then, powder rose up into the air and it became hard to breathe as they began applying face powder and blush. Pan coughed a couple of times, but that didn't get the group of stylists to stop.
Then they started working on her lips, and whatever it was they were applying burned horribly. For a moment, she considered opening her mouth to complain, but then they might get it on her tongue, and she decided that she didn't at all want to taste whatever it was they were putting on her.
Then finally, finally they were done with her face. She breathed a sigh of relief that suddenly morphed into a strangled yelp as the Quartet From Hell (as she had started referring to them from exactly the third second of the makeover session) began yanking at her hair.
She winced throughout the entire agonizing process, but suddenly her eyes widened to enormous sizes as one of the makeup artists walked away and came back with something horrifying, something terrible, something that scared Pan so much it sent an icy cold chill from her abdomen up to her throat.
The item in the stylist's hands was something that evoked a feeling of extreme dread. Hellish heat radiated from it. Sinister-looking steam billowed from it and its metallic finish glinted menacingly in the artificial light. She knew immediately what the abominable object was- The Curling Iron of Painful Doom.
She whimpered as he advanced on her, his weapon brandished. She tried to cower into her chair, but suddenly the large seat was really not large enough and she had no where to hide. With a final terrified squeak, she closed her eyes as he began to curl her hair.
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As Pan and her mother walked back to the car, Pan exclaimed, "I'm never, never doing that again!"
"But darling, we haven't even finished! We still have to go to the salon across town to get your nails done. It's the very best place for that…"
Videl kept talking, but Pan didn't hear her. All that she heard were her mother's first words, echoing over and over in her head- But darling, we haven't even finished! But darling, we haven't even finished! But darling, we haven't-
It was just too much, and Pan collapsed to the ground.
"Panny!" Videl shrieked. "Oh, no, my poor baby! And look at that…" Videl's hand flew to her mouth as she surveyed the damage. "No… now the hair will have to be redone… hm… I really didn't think he did the curls quite tight enough anyway…"
Why, oh, why couldn't the blacktop of the parking lot just swallow her up?
Agh… no more… please, no more…But of course, nobody heard her silent plea, and Videl hauled her daughter up and dragged her back to the salon to repeat the torture.
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Okay, there it was!
Next Time: I don't know yet! We shall see. Tell me what you all think!
~Tany