Boku-tachi/Atashi-tachi
Hello everyone. I'm sorry if I didn't keep up with any updates or anything (although I think that it's in a reasonable time that I updated, considering that it was only around three days ago that I posted).
But anyway, firstly.....
Many many thanks to those that reviewed and supported "Boku/Ata". I'm soooo grateful. Thank you. Those people that reviewed include, at the time of which I started writing this chapter:
TheAngelofLove, Jing, Kou Da Cutie, Takerus Lost Angel, angel203, ShadowScythe, Dark Takeru, Sunshine Anderson, Lara, mysticblackfairy, and, of course, Chantelle and Mura that reviewed upon request. Thank you guys ^_~.
(Note that I think I put everyone's name that reviewed on here, but if I didn't, yell at me in the review box, and I'll fix it.)
School is almost starting, that means that I'll be updating less. It's due to the fact of work, and the fact that school depresses me. It's hard to write something funny when you're depressed, you know. Oh well. That might help if I were to write a depressing chapter, but that's going to be when I'm more into the story.
Disclaimer: I disclaim Digimon. There.
Prelude - Chapter 0.3: Seven days (Day 2/Angelic expression)
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Koushiro yawned. He was awake, but he was too tired to move. Certainly, he could get up if he wanted and tried, it's just that he was quite lazy at the moment.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding.
Koushiro slammed his hand on the alarm clock. It had ringed for a long time. He never noticed it.
//Although the room and everything in it are provided by the TV station, it's hard to believe that they would put an alarm clock that's could possibly work as a fire alarm.
Holding his palm against the mattress, he gently lifted his upper body upright, then got off the bed. He walked to the northern desk, leaned over it and opened the curtains, then pushed open the windows.
It was a sunny day. Not too sunny. Just enough. A light breeze flew past him, running through his hair.
Koushiro gently closed his eyes and smiled.
//Today is a beautiful day.
Deciding not to spend any more time standing, he trotted over to the bathroom. His eyes travelled low, trying to find towels, toothbrush, where everything is. Koushiro then repeatedly squinted his eyes, trying to get rid of the blurry vision.
He looked at the giant mirror.
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The boys looked at each other, half changed into ordinary masculine clothing.
"Say, Koushiro isn't here yet." Taichi noted.
"That's simple, isn't it? He's the screaming one, and we didn't hear it from here, therefore, he's not here? Of course, you could also tell by seeing that he's not here." Yamato semi-sarcastically said.
Takeru fastened the buttons on his shirt, taking care in each one so that they get done properly.
"This isn't like Koushiro, not being prepared at such a late time, 11:30 a.m. He should have gotten that message and instructions to come to the changing room at this time, right?"
Ken blinked. "Why do you think he screamed?"
Taichi's head suddenly twitched, and turned, as if he figured out something. "I'll bet 1000 yen saying that he's shocked that he's past the preparation time because he slept late."
"That wouldn't be like Koushiro, I think. It would be more probable that he slipped on a wet towel, then fell down, and screamed while he fell, wouldn't it?" Ken suggested, his eyes half-open.
"How about the hard drive on his laptop crashed or something? Since he brought it here and all." Takeru said, having his index finger up.
Yamato coolly brushed some of his hair on the right side back. "I'll take any other reason."
"That's cheap." Taichi grumbled.
Squeak.
"Oh, hey, Koushiro. What was taking you?" Taichi greeted.
Koushiro silently shut the door, and walked towards his locker to get his clothes. His eyes seem dead, and he ignored Taichi.
Mumble.
The boys moved their heads in closer to listen.
"Yesterday.....? I have breasts and a bra.....? How could I forget.....?"
Sweatdrop.
"Well, they did make us put it on for a longer time so that we'd get accustomed to it....." Takeru reasoned.
Yamato shook his head. "No matter. Each of you hand over the 1000 yen."
A vein popped in Taichi's forehead.
"How dare you tell us to hand you money?! Choosing 'other reasons', that's so cheap!"
Taichi took a 1000 yen bill, and stuck it in his bra.
Yamato sighed. "Don't think that I'm afraid to reach in your bra."
Grab.
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A worker walked past in the hallway, his vision laid on Kei, who was crouching in front of the closed changing room door, holding a mic towards the door.
He stopped walking. "Kei-san, what are you doing?"
Kei slowly put a finger vertically in front of his lips. "Shh. I'm recording a drama track."
A scream.
"Ahhhh! Stop touching my breasts!"
"This is gold." Kei nodded.
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"Mmm.....I haven't had such a good lunch in.....years." Takeru leaned back on his chair.
Kei laughed. "Hahaha, well, the station is spending big budgets on you anyway, so I suppose a few luxurious meals won't hurt too much."
"Kei-san, what are we doing today?" Ken questioned, feeling like that it was time to work, since he finished his meal.
Kei looked pensive for a moment, then grabbed and opened his common beige coloured folder that he had yesterday, and looked in it.
"Basic beauty treatment."
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(Note that I'm really.....not familiar with beautifying treatments, so I'll just go through some basic things I know.)
"Hmm." The lady (yet another lady) inspected Taichi. She practically stared at his face for a long time.
"Ah.....ha." The lady nodded. "Looks like they haven't cleared that yet." She walked to the cupboard, snatched something, then walked back.
"Cleared.....wha-"
Stick.
Rip.
Scream.
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".....and then she stuck something on my above my upper lip, and ripped it, like it was some kind of tape, and then she claimed that I had facial hair." Takeru sobbed.
"Poor you, Takeru." Ken lowered his head.
"You'll be next anyway."
"We've already heard the story from Taichi with a fat lip." Yamato laughed. "I didn't know anybody could give you a fat lip."
"Don't worry, it'll be gone in like 15 minutes or so." Kei said while he continued writing somethings in the papers in the folder.
//[Taichi] Dammit, Yamato, I'd deck you if it was allowed.
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"This mask thing is ridiculous." Koushiro commented.
"Apparently, it does help facial conditions....." Ken murmured.
"Damn it, we look like total freaks, with some white coat of crap on our face." grumbled Taichi. Not the first time he did.
Yamato ran his fingers through his hair, and left them there. "How my image would be destroyed if someone saw me like this."
Kei suddenly stopped writing. He kept immobile for a minute, then he stood up, and looked through a big bag that's on the ground.
The boys patiently watched what he did.
"There we go....."
Flash.
Click.
Sprint.
"Anyone want to run after him and get that film out before it's too late?"
"I would, but it's just that people will see how I look if I ran after him like that."
"Who cares?! He's got the photos!" Yamato pushed Takeru out of the room.
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"Hmm....."
"Didn't you stare at me like this five minutes ago?"
"Shut up. I need to concentrate."
Brush brush.
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"Yagami-san, are you ready?" Kei called out.
"Ye.....yeah."
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Kei stared at Taichi, but also did the other boys, except that they did it with awe.
Taichi's eyes went to the sides to prevent any eye contact or embarrassment.
".....Hmm. Huh.....light eye shadow.....a tiny bright red lipstick.....the basic natural look, minimally." Kei mirrored his words with his pen. "Mm. That's good, it suits you. Takaishi-san, you're next."
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Takeru, like anybody else in the same situation, was indeed, embarrassed. But unlike Taichi, he just kept looking at the ground and not move.
Takeru's face was fluffed with the colour pink. Mainly pink lipstick and a pink blush, expressing some of his more feminine features.
"Huh. Cute. Izumi-san, next."
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Koushiro stepped out of the room. His face was red, knowing that people are staring at him.
"Huh....." Kei scratched his head. He carefully scanned Koushiro's features again, puzzled, he wrote down in his folder: 'Unknown treatment done, impression of a shy bookworm.'.
"Next.....Ishida-san."
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Yamato stood there, not avoiding any glances. Surely, his heart is pounding crazily, but his exterior remains unaffected by that.
Many places, above his eyes, on his eyelids, around his cheeks, were applied with a light, but obvious bluish colour. In return, it gave him a cool and elegantly beautiful look.
Kei nodded and, like all other times, wrote a few comments into his folder, then signalled Ken to go.
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Ken walked out cautiously, flicking some of his hair away from his eyes.
Ken's face was made slightly lighter, but a bipolar colour, black, was also applied so some of his features, making them more acute.
"Alright then....."
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It was a big room with one big mirror that streaked across. Before the mirror was a counter like support to hold items, and around a dozen height and angle adjustable leather seats.
"Okay, we're going to have a several hair stylists help you set your hair properly." Kei announced.
"Can't we just do it ourselves?" Yamato grumbled.
One of the men in the back came forward.
"We're professionals, you know, we're different from common gel users like you."
Shock.
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"Hey, Takeru, is your nii-san still sitting in the corner?"
"Apparently so, he's still emotionally frozen from the last remark." Takeru whispered back to Ken.
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Taichi was sitting on one of those seats, with a large white piece of cloth in front of him from neck down. Kei and another hair stylist were standing behind him, discussing what to do.
"This thing is like a freaking monument, I have no guarantee that I'll make it work."
"It's alright, try your best." Kei patted the stylist on the back. "Let's do it like we said."
The stylist nodded, and took a pair of scissors and a comb in one hand, and a tray with lots of accessories in another, and started trimming Taichi's hair. Big chunks fell down.
Insert 15 minutes here
"Okay." The stylist patted his hands together to get rid of the hair strands stuck on it.
Taichi's hair was not reduced much in size, but rather, it looks quite similar to what he had before. His hair seems to fall a bit more to both sides a bit more slightly, rather than purely sticking up, but it still stuck up more than any other hair. He gained some short bangs at the side, which seemed strange to him.
"And," The stylist added. "during special occasions, you could do this."
He grabbed a portion of his hair at the left of his head, then tied it up, and did similarly to the right portion.
At the back of Taichi's hair, there were two strong strands, held together by two separate white bands, and the middle to end portion of those big locks moved downwards due to gravitation, and caused the entire lock to form a 'L' shape at a large tilt.
Taichi's head dropped.
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Kei stared at Takeru, then back into his own sketch pad, and started scribbling a bit, then stared back at Takeru, then started drawing again.
Kei handed the pad to the stylist. "Get me one like this."
"Same colour?"
"Yea."
The stylist walked over to the back room in the salon, then quickly came back out with a wig.
Takeru stared at the wig and gulped.
The stylist put the wig on Takeru, then shifted it a little bit.
"Is this good?" The stylist turned from Takeru to Kei.
"Perfect." Kei replied.
The hair colour seemed lighter than Takeru's own, but that seems to be an illusion by having more hair reflected more under the bright white light in the salon. The bangs were more spread out, and longer than Takeru's own, and his hair on the back lied at shoulder length, and it slightly curled backwards at the end.
"Oh, and do the cut."
The stylist nodded, took off the wig, and starting to carefully trim Takeru's hair.
".....Eh? Why are you cutting my hair even after you gave me a wig?" Takeru asked, his eyes twirling.
"I'm cutting your hair so that when it grows more, it's going to turn out like your wig, having a wig is potentially dangerous to your identity being revealed, so when your hair grows to about the same length, you could take off your wig, but I'm cutting your hair so that it's going to look exactly like your wig when it grows out." The stylist indifferently explained as he continued to trim.
"You could do that?"
"We're professionals."
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"Hmm....." Kei hummed as he pondered, looking at Koushiro's head. "Give him a.....same coloured.....straight, thick, neck-length....." he requested, with doubt, as if there is something more suitable but he couldn't think up.
The stylist took a wig and set it on Koushiro's head.
"Hmm.....that doesn't seem quite right." Kei said, the side of his index finger touching his lips. "Let's try.....greenish with twin braids."
"....."
Sweatdrop.
"Long, black, wavy?"
"Hmm."
Sigh.
"Blonde mushroom?"
"Argh."
Popping veins.
"Let's just stick with the straight neck length."
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"Hmm, Ishida-san. Should we decide for you, or should you decide for yourself?" Kei asked with a smirk.
Yamato's eyes narrowed. "You decide."
Kei smiled brightly. "You won't be disappointed."
He scanned Yamato's head shape, his current hair, and imagined what kind of hair would suit him. He squinted his eyes so that he could see more details of Yamato's head.
".....Get model 52." Kei waved at the stylist.
Insert typical go in room get wig scene here
The wig fit perfectly on Yamato, long, but scarce bangs hanged over his eyes, while two longer locks hanged beside his face. His hair lengthened to his back, tightened together like a ponytail.
"How is it?"
"It's.....passable."
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"....." Kei scratched his hair.
"What is it?" Ken asked, worried.
"I....." Kei looked at Ken again. And again. Then at the stylist.
"Just.....style his hair a little. No wig, no cut, no trim."
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"Alright, you can rest now, or do whatever you want. I could take off the make up, it's recommended that you do, but please leave your wigs on, whoever that has them." Kei announced, as if reciting from a sheet of paper.
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Each of the boys walked to their room, like hunchbacks, due to how tired they are. However, they were tired because they simply almost sat there all day.
A wave of good night.
Yawn.
Open door.
Close door.
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Ken stared in the mirror, looking at how different he is, with such artificial additions. His eyes were dark, and his lips pale.
He turned on the tap to the water, and repeatedly splashed his face, wiping some of the colouring off. Taking a towel from the side, he used it to dry his face.
Ken looked in the mirror again. His expression was no different.
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Ack. This chapter kind of sucked. Well, the main idea in this chapter was to given an idea of how the boys looked like. Generally, I wasn't quite in the mood when I wrote this chapter, so, blah.
I'll try to finish the Seven Days prelude arc as soon as possible.
Next time:
Prelude - Chapter 0.4: Seven days (Day 3/Unlike Words)
The boys learn how to talk more girlish.
Anyway, review review review.
Hello everyone. I'm sorry if I didn't keep up with any updates or anything (although I think that it's in a reasonable time that I updated, considering that it was only around three days ago that I posted).
But anyway, firstly.....
Many many thanks to those that reviewed and supported "Boku/Ata". I'm soooo grateful. Thank you. Those people that reviewed include, at the time of which I started writing this chapter:
TheAngelofLove, Jing, Kou Da Cutie, Takerus Lost Angel, angel203, ShadowScythe, Dark Takeru, Sunshine Anderson, Lara, mysticblackfairy, and, of course, Chantelle and Mura that reviewed upon request. Thank you guys ^_~.
(Note that I think I put everyone's name that reviewed on here, but if I didn't, yell at me in the review box, and I'll fix it.)
School is almost starting, that means that I'll be updating less. It's due to the fact of work, and the fact that school depresses me. It's hard to write something funny when you're depressed, you know. Oh well. That might help if I were to write a depressing chapter, but that's going to be when I'm more into the story.
Disclaimer: I disclaim Digimon. There.
Prelude - Chapter 0.3: Seven days (Day 2/Angelic expression)
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Koushiro yawned. He was awake, but he was too tired to move. Certainly, he could get up if he wanted and tried, it's just that he was quite lazy at the moment.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding.
Koushiro slammed his hand on the alarm clock. It had ringed for a long time. He never noticed it.
//Although the room and everything in it are provided by the TV station, it's hard to believe that they would put an alarm clock that's could possibly work as a fire alarm.
Holding his palm against the mattress, he gently lifted his upper body upright, then got off the bed. He walked to the northern desk, leaned over it and opened the curtains, then pushed open the windows.
It was a sunny day. Not too sunny. Just enough. A light breeze flew past him, running through his hair.
Koushiro gently closed his eyes and smiled.
//Today is a beautiful day.
Deciding not to spend any more time standing, he trotted over to the bathroom. His eyes travelled low, trying to find towels, toothbrush, where everything is. Koushiro then repeatedly squinted his eyes, trying to get rid of the blurry vision.
He looked at the giant mirror.
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The boys looked at each other, half changed into ordinary masculine clothing.
"Say, Koushiro isn't here yet." Taichi noted.
"That's simple, isn't it? He's the screaming one, and we didn't hear it from here, therefore, he's not here? Of course, you could also tell by seeing that he's not here." Yamato semi-sarcastically said.
Takeru fastened the buttons on his shirt, taking care in each one so that they get done properly.
"This isn't like Koushiro, not being prepared at such a late time, 11:30 a.m. He should have gotten that message and instructions to come to the changing room at this time, right?"
Ken blinked. "Why do you think he screamed?"
Taichi's head suddenly twitched, and turned, as if he figured out something. "I'll bet 1000 yen saying that he's shocked that he's past the preparation time because he slept late."
"That wouldn't be like Koushiro, I think. It would be more probable that he slipped on a wet towel, then fell down, and screamed while he fell, wouldn't it?" Ken suggested, his eyes half-open.
"How about the hard drive on his laptop crashed or something? Since he brought it here and all." Takeru said, having his index finger up.
Yamato coolly brushed some of his hair on the right side back. "I'll take any other reason."
"That's cheap." Taichi grumbled.
Squeak.
"Oh, hey, Koushiro. What was taking you?" Taichi greeted.
Koushiro silently shut the door, and walked towards his locker to get his clothes. His eyes seem dead, and he ignored Taichi.
Mumble.
The boys moved their heads in closer to listen.
"Yesterday.....? I have breasts and a bra.....? How could I forget.....?"
Sweatdrop.
"Well, they did make us put it on for a longer time so that we'd get accustomed to it....." Takeru reasoned.
Yamato shook his head. "No matter. Each of you hand over the 1000 yen."
A vein popped in Taichi's forehead.
"How dare you tell us to hand you money?! Choosing 'other reasons', that's so cheap!"
Taichi took a 1000 yen bill, and stuck it in his bra.
Yamato sighed. "Don't think that I'm afraid to reach in your bra."
Grab.
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A worker walked past in the hallway, his vision laid on Kei, who was crouching in front of the closed changing room door, holding a mic towards the door.
He stopped walking. "Kei-san, what are you doing?"
Kei slowly put a finger vertically in front of his lips. "Shh. I'm recording a drama track."
A scream.
"Ahhhh! Stop touching my breasts!"
"This is gold." Kei nodded.
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"Mmm.....I haven't had such a good lunch in.....years." Takeru leaned back on his chair.
Kei laughed. "Hahaha, well, the station is spending big budgets on you anyway, so I suppose a few luxurious meals won't hurt too much."
"Kei-san, what are we doing today?" Ken questioned, feeling like that it was time to work, since he finished his meal.
Kei looked pensive for a moment, then grabbed and opened his common beige coloured folder that he had yesterday, and looked in it.
"Basic beauty treatment."
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(Note that I'm really.....not familiar with beautifying treatments, so I'll just go through some basic things I know.)
"Hmm." The lady (yet another lady) inspected Taichi. She practically stared at his face for a long time.
"Ah.....ha." The lady nodded. "Looks like they haven't cleared that yet." She walked to the cupboard, snatched something, then walked back.
"Cleared.....wha-"
Stick.
Rip.
Scream.
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".....and then she stuck something on my above my upper lip, and ripped it, like it was some kind of tape, and then she claimed that I had facial hair." Takeru sobbed.
"Poor you, Takeru." Ken lowered his head.
"You'll be next anyway."
"We've already heard the story from Taichi with a fat lip." Yamato laughed. "I didn't know anybody could give you a fat lip."
"Don't worry, it'll be gone in like 15 minutes or so." Kei said while he continued writing somethings in the papers in the folder.
//[Taichi] Dammit, Yamato, I'd deck you if it was allowed.
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"This mask thing is ridiculous." Koushiro commented.
"Apparently, it does help facial conditions....." Ken murmured.
"Damn it, we look like total freaks, with some white coat of crap on our face." grumbled Taichi. Not the first time he did.
Yamato ran his fingers through his hair, and left them there. "How my image would be destroyed if someone saw me like this."
Kei suddenly stopped writing. He kept immobile for a minute, then he stood up, and looked through a big bag that's on the ground.
The boys patiently watched what he did.
"There we go....."
Flash.
Click.
Sprint.
"Anyone want to run after him and get that film out before it's too late?"
"I would, but it's just that people will see how I look if I ran after him like that."
"Who cares?! He's got the photos!" Yamato pushed Takeru out of the room.
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"Hmm....."
"Didn't you stare at me like this five minutes ago?"
"Shut up. I need to concentrate."
Brush brush.
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"Yagami-san, are you ready?" Kei called out.
"Ye.....yeah."
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Kei stared at Taichi, but also did the other boys, except that they did it with awe.
Taichi's eyes went to the sides to prevent any eye contact or embarrassment.
".....Hmm. Huh.....light eye shadow.....a tiny bright red lipstick.....the basic natural look, minimally." Kei mirrored his words with his pen. "Mm. That's good, it suits you. Takaishi-san, you're next."
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Takeru, like anybody else in the same situation, was indeed, embarrassed. But unlike Taichi, he just kept looking at the ground and not move.
Takeru's face was fluffed with the colour pink. Mainly pink lipstick and a pink blush, expressing some of his more feminine features.
"Huh. Cute. Izumi-san, next."
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Koushiro stepped out of the room. His face was red, knowing that people are staring at him.
"Huh....." Kei scratched his head. He carefully scanned Koushiro's features again, puzzled, he wrote down in his folder: 'Unknown treatment done, impression of a shy bookworm.'.
"Next.....Ishida-san."
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Yamato stood there, not avoiding any glances. Surely, his heart is pounding crazily, but his exterior remains unaffected by that.
Many places, above his eyes, on his eyelids, around his cheeks, were applied with a light, but obvious bluish colour. In return, it gave him a cool and elegantly beautiful look.
Kei nodded and, like all other times, wrote a few comments into his folder, then signalled Ken to go.
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Ken walked out cautiously, flicking some of his hair away from his eyes.
Ken's face was made slightly lighter, but a bipolar colour, black, was also applied so some of his features, making them more acute.
"Alright then....."
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It was a big room with one big mirror that streaked across. Before the mirror was a counter like support to hold items, and around a dozen height and angle adjustable leather seats.
"Okay, we're going to have a several hair stylists help you set your hair properly." Kei announced.
"Can't we just do it ourselves?" Yamato grumbled.
One of the men in the back came forward.
"We're professionals, you know, we're different from common gel users like you."
Shock.
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"Hey, Takeru, is your nii-san still sitting in the corner?"
"Apparently so, he's still emotionally frozen from the last remark." Takeru whispered back to Ken.
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Taichi was sitting on one of those seats, with a large white piece of cloth in front of him from neck down. Kei and another hair stylist were standing behind him, discussing what to do.
"This thing is like a freaking monument, I have no guarantee that I'll make it work."
"It's alright, try your best." Kei patted the stylist on the back. "Let's do it like we said."
The stylist nodded, and took a pair of scissors and a comb in one hand, and a tray with lots of accessories in another, and started trimming Taichi's hair. Big chunks fell down.
Insert 15 minutes here
"Okay." The stylist patted his hands together to get rid of the hair strands stuck on it.
Taichi's hair was not reduced much in size, but rather, it looks quite similar to what he had before. His hair seems to fall a bit more to both sides a bit more slightly, rather than purely sticking up, but it still stuck up more than any other hair. He gained some short bangs at the side, which seemed strange to him.
"And," The stylist added. "during special occasions, you could do this."
He grabbed a portion of his hair at the left of his head, then tied it up, and did similarly to the right portion.
At the back of Taichi's hair, there were two strong strands, held together by two separate white bands, and the middle to end portion of those big locks moved downwards due to gravitation, and caused the entire lock to form a 'L' shape at a large tilt.
Taichi's head dropped.
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Kei stared at Takeru, then back into his own sketch pad, and started scribbling a bit, then stared back at Takeru, then started drawing again.
Kei handed the pad to the stylist. "Get me one like this."
"Same colour?"
"Yea."
The stylist walked over to the back room in the salon, then quickly came back out with a wig.
Takeru stared at the wig and gulped.
The stylist put the wig on Takeru, then shifted it a little bit.
"Is this good?" The stylist turned from Takeru to Kei.
"Perfect." Kei replied.
The hair colour seemed lighter than Takeru's own, but that seems to be an illusion by having more hair reflected more under the bright white light in the salon. The bangs were more spread out, and longer than Takeru's own, and his hair on the back lied at shoulder length, and it slightly curled backwards at the end.
"Oh, and do the cut."
The stylist nodded, took off the wig, and starting to carefully trim Takeru's hair.
".....Eh? Why are you cutting my hair even after you gave me a wig?" Takeru asked, his eyes twirling.
"I'm cutting your hair so that when it grows more, it's going to turn out like your wig, having a wig is potentially dangerous to your identity being revealed, so when your hair grows to about the same length, you could take off your wig, but I'm cutting your hair so that it's going to look exactly like your wig when it grows out." The stylist indifferently explained as he continued to trim.
"You could do that?"
"We're professionals."
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"Hmm....." Kei hummed as he pondered, looking at Koushiro's head. "Give him a.....same coloured.....straight, thick, neck-length....." he requested, with doubt, as if there is something more suitable but he couldn't think up.
The stylist took a wig and set it on Koushiro's head.
"Hmm.....that doesn't seem quite right." Kei said, the side of his index finger touching his lips. "Let's try.....greenish with twin braids."
"....."
Sweatdrop.
"Long, black, wavy?"
"Hmm."
Sigh.
"Blonde mushroom?"
"Argh."
Popping veins.
"Let's just stick with the straight neck length."
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"Hmm, Ishida-san. Should we decide for you, or should you decide for yourself?" Kei asked with a smirk.
Yamato's eyes narrowed. "You decide."
Kei smiled brightly. "You won't be disappointed."
He scanned Yamato's head shape, his current hair, and imagined what kind of hair would suit him. He squinted his eyes so that he could see more details of Yamato's head.
".....Get model 52." Kei waved at the stylist.
Insert typical go in room get wig scene here
The wig fit perfectly on Yamato, long, but scarce bangs hanged over his eyes, while two longer locks hanged beside his face. His hair lengthened to his back, tightened together like a ponytail.
"How is it?"
"It's.....passable."
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"....." Kei scratched his hair.
"What is it?" Ken asked, worried.
"I....." Kei looked at Ken again. And again. Then at the stylist.
"Just.....style his hair a little. No wig, no cut, no trim."
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"Alright, you can rest now, or do whatever you want. I could take off the make up, it's recommended that you do, but please leave your wigs on, whoever that has them." Kei announced, as if reciting from a sheet of paper.
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Each of the boys walked to their room, like hunchbacks, due to how tired they are. However, they were tired because they simply almost sat there all day.
A wave of good night.
Yawn.
Open door.
Close door.
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Ken stared in the mirror, looking at how different he is, with such artificial additions. His eyes were dark, and his lips pale.
He turned on the tap to the water, and repeatedly splashed his face, wiping some of the colouring off. Taking a towel from the side, he used it to dry his face.
Ken looked in the mirror again. His expression was no different.
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Ack. This chapter kind of sucked. Well, the main idea in this chapter was to given an idea of how the boys looked like. Generally, I wasn't quite in the mood when I wrote this chapter, so, blah.
I'll try to finish the Seven Days prelude arc as soon as possible.
Next time:
Prelude - Chapter 0.4: Seven days (Day 3/Unlike Words)
The boys learn how to talk more girlish.
Anyway, review review review.