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I Love You In Pink
Chapter 4 - *That* Place, AKA- Hell
It was hell. Hell on Earth. If there was anything worse than this… no, there was nothing. Nothing could be worse. Satan was a bleached Go pro, and he had just called his hyperactive little demon helper.
"I am not going in there."
"Sure, that's what you said all the other times, too."
"I mean it this time, Waya."
"You said that too, Isumi-san."
Akira was frozen with fear at the tortures he was destined to go through, such horrors even Isumi Shinichiru was afraid of. As so, he was in no condition to resist as Hikaru dragged him down the street towards the next level of hell. What it was, however, he did not want to know.
People kept staring at the bizarre quartet and some even went as far as to call the police, but upon warning, both demonic fiends gave innocent grins and resumed dragging their victims onwards.
"I'm thirsty."
"Yosh! Let's go for a smoothie!"
The 3 Dan gave the oldest among them a terrified look, only to get a reassuring smile in return.
"Daijoubu, Touya-san. This is actually the normal part of our trip."
"Is there even such thing?"
"I heard that, Touya."
"Bite me, Shindo."
"I just might!"
"Oooo, I'm sooo scared."
"You should be."
Waya said.
"He really will bite."
"You promised not to talk about that!"
"Oh yes, our very special moment."
"Want me to make another one right here and now?!"
The grip on his arm loosened as Hikaru needed the arm to punch Waya, but running for his life didn't go past a thought in Akira's mind.
"Ok! Isumi-san, you're buying!"
"Me?! Why me?!"
Waya's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Unless you want certain pictures of you in a certain dress to find their way out of my apartment."
"You drugged me, dammit."
"That's not an excuse, young man."
Hikaru burst into laughter while Akira blinked faster than a machine gun fired.
"Dress? What dress?"
"When you'll grow up, we'll tell you."
"Which'll be in an hour when you'll wear it too!"
Akira was too shocked to even notice the offered smoothie.
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"And here we are!"
Waya announced proudly as they stopped in front of the shop. Bizarre outfits were on display, as were several items, but the boy was pushed in before he could get a better look.
"This is it, people! Take a deep breath!"
All four coughed as cigar smoke filled their lungs.
"Oh yeah, gotta love this place."
Waya chose to ignore Touya's mark, or he simply didn't hear it over the sound of unrecognizable 50s music that thundered through the place.
"Ok, spread out and find anything mister high and mighty wouldn't be caught dead in!"
"Make that 100% of the shop."
"Perfect! Let's get going!"
They scattered, leaving Akira to wonder the place to his liking. For some reason, the door was not on his route.
The shop was filled with odd clothing items, raging from schoolgirl uniforms through maid and nurse outfits to leather pieces Akira doubted were physically possible to be worn by human beings.
His eyes caught the back wall, where several fearsome objects were hanging. The boy almost reached out to crack a whip, only to hear the sound of it, when a familiar voice stopped him.
"Akira-kun?"
The young player quickly turned to see something that made his blood freeze.
Before him stood Ogata, his shirt replaced with a piece of black leather hanging off his shoulder with chains, a handcuff hanging off his right hand. His left was tightly clutching a mean looking whip. Akira suddenly wished the others were there. And why was it so dark all of a sudden? A silent prayer was sent to heaven that he'd be heard if he screamed.
"O-O-Ogata-sensei!"
"Now now, young man, what're you doing in a place like this?"
Blinking, the older man pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Going to spank me."
Came the blunt reply. There was a moment of embarrassed silence, or was it Ogata considering it? Before Ogata chuckled nervously and retreated to change.
"Ah, Touya, there you are!"
"Waya! You'll never believe who I…"
Quickly turning around, Akira really did scream.
"What, what are you wearing?"
The other boy blinked lightly.
"A maid's outfit, what does it look like I'm wearing?"
"No! I mean, yes, I mean, WHY?!"
"Why what?'
Came the painfully innocent reply.
"Why're you wearing that?"
"Why not?"
"Why yes?"
"Why not?"
"Why yes?"
"Why yes?"
"Why not?"
"See, you agree with me."
"Huh? ARGH!"
"Waya! Shindo's done!"
"Oh goody, come on!"
Before Akira could say anything he was dragged to another part of the store where Isumi and Shindo were and upon seeing his friend, his nose began bleeding lightly.
"Oh, I feel so sexy!"
Hikaru said, striking a pose in his nurse outfit.
"What do you think, Touya?!"
Logical words, let alone a sentence were beyond the 3 Dan.
"I think he likes it."
"You should try something out too, Akira, it's fun!"
"Dibs on the cop suit!"
"Mou, I wanted it! Oh well, I'll take the schoolgirl, next."
Akira completely missed their little argument as he was lost in his thoughts.
'Did he just call me… Akira?'
"OH! Ogata-sensei!"
The group turned to the older man, who seemed rather embarrassed by the entire situation.
"What're you doing here, sensei?"
Hikaru asked, feeling utterly comfortable in his nurse mode. He even kept aligning the little cap on his bleached bangs.
"A… a friend… lied to me… I'm here by mistake, and… what are you wearing, Shindo? Waya?"
"You need to get your glasses checked, sensei."
Waya suggested, dusting the tip of his skirt.
"Well then, I'll be off from this place. If I catch you here again, I'll have to inform your parents."
He was about to leave when the dutiful maid picked up something from the floor.
"Um, sensei… you forgot your 'friend's' frequent client card."
The 10 Dan left so quickly there was smoke left behind him.
"Humph. Neglecting his card like that. Shame on him."
"You're only jealous because you came this close getting your own, Waya."
"This close, Isumi-san, this close! If a new year hadn't have started…"
"Oh, all those leather straps you got me for Christmas weren't enough, Waya?"
"THIS CLOSE!"
Using the commotion as cover, Akira slipped to the back again and picked up a pair of silver handcuffs that caught his attention earlier. Small hearts were carved on each side.
"AH, THE YOUNG SIR HAS AN EXCELLENT TASTE!"
Akira screamed again as a man in his late 20 jumped at him. He has long white hair and golden eyes, and he just seemed… well… loud.
"As you can see, this here's an excellent model, designed strictly to those with keen eyes and great taste. Yes, the silvery color combined with the carving creates an air of yadda yadda yadda…"
Akira was speechless as he stared at the man go on… and on… and on… until he was eventually dragged to the counter, the man still blabbering.
"As this is your first time in our humble shop, allow me to take your details so you will be able to continue and take part in the wonderful world this shop creates. Phone number?"
The silence that was left was like a vacuum which threatened to suck Akira in.
"Huh? Oh, oh. Oh, no! I- this is, I don't want…"
"Suuuure, that's what they all say! No more leather straps. I'll quit after this nurse suit. Just one more pair of handcuffs, mom! But just you watch! So help me, before you know it, you'll have a platinum membership card, or so help me my name isn't…"
"Touya! There you are!"
Turning around from the still babbling salesman, Akira paled as both Shindo and Waya advanced on him, similar smirks on their faces.
"Wha, what is it?"
"Nothing. We just found THE perfect thing for you to wear."
This was certainly not Akira's day.