Well, sre I've acted as if I don't exist, but I'm going to try out this story, because I'm at writer's block with S.O.T.B.H....well, thanx for the 3 reviews!!!!!!wish me luck!
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CH2-Styles of Wits -

(Riku's P.O.V)

'Hm.......What to get? I have Sicune's wallet hostage, but she'll freely return any of my things she don't like..gr'
I thumbed at a rack on Hot Topic's wall. 'None of it is quite me...totally anyway'
"Need any help?" Asked one of the employees.
"No thanks." I answered quickly.
I looked the guy over. He was charming looking, and sported punk well. If Sicune were here,
she would've asked me to consider dating him, even though you can plainly see his wedding ring.
I let out a dramatic sigh, and left out of the store. I was in a mall, most of the store's being very sophisticated and very... normal. All the clothes were American looking. Nothing left from our own culture anymore. I starred at the ground, dreading the night before me. I had been in love before...and I had more than one friend, too. But that was tears ago,
and I don't plan on going through it again... no matter how much I wanna try.
"RIKU!!" I heard someone shout. It couldn't be her... how did she know which mall I was at?
"Sicune? Why are you here??" I asked with a cleary confused look.
"I couldn't let you shop alone, it would be a disaster!" She said playfully.
"Thanks for the open encouragement." I said sarcastically.
"Oh? You're welcome"
My eye twitched as she dragged me into the nearest Rave.
She wildly tossed clothing on their hangers into my arms. I had nearly 20 different outfits before she commanded me into the changing room, and she followed and locked the door.
"Sicune?"
"Hm?"
"Why did you follow me into the changing room?"
"To make sure you changed at least into afew of the outfits."
'Dang. There goes my plan of getting out of this store...alive'
I starred at the pile of clothes.
"Go ahead. I'm waiting. I wanna see how they look." She smiled at me.
"I'm NOT going to change infront of you." I tried.
"Nothing I ain't seen." She replied boredly.
Suddenly music burst into the store, Christina's 'Dirty'. Sicune raised an eyebrow at me. I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my black bra, and slid off my pants revealing the matching panties. I heard Sicune mumur that next we were going to a Victoria's Seceret. Then she started to hum and move her arms and legs to the music while I changed.
I frowned. The outfit I had pulled on was too big, and NOT my taste. It was a pink shirt with matching pink bow that was tied around the breasts, and a purple skirt with black glitter, that flipped outwards every time I moved. Sicune tried to stiffle her giggles with her hand.
" Stupid, huh?" I asked.
" Just a 'lil baggy, completely fixable." She replied unconfidently.
The music switched to Usher's Burn.
"No, let's just leave." I commanded, annoyed.
She frowned in a hurt gesture, but followed me after I changed. After that, she made many attempts at making me look like a 'pretty' woman, with all a fail (all except for my 'under' wear.
I thought this hunt would be no big deal, but it hurt, for some reason. Everything was too big, or too small, or too unfashionable for my features, as Sicune put it. Was I meant to look pretty, at all?
Finally, after much walking, we came to last store on our block. It was called Rock Scents.
I had never been there before. Neither had Sicune.
"C'mon." I told Sicune, who looked reluctant to walk 100 miles away from the store.
She followed with a pout, and I lead the way. Inside the store, there were beautiful dolls,
glass figurines, swords-oh the beautiful hand made swords! And in the back,...,Kimonos?
My eyes widened. Sicune seemed to catch my stare.
"Oh no, you're NOT wearing those things to her party, no way, no how!"
She didn't stop me, when I went to look at them though. I fingered through them, and finally came to one I liked. It was red and gold. And it wasn't exactly a kimono. There was a top, the long, see-through, golden arms falling freely, the chest being red, with one side part gold silk with glittering dark gold feathers. Attatched to the chest part going down,
were two silk gold pieces of fabric. On me they drug the floor. Pants were worn under it.
Silky golden pants, which also on me brisked the floor. It was tied with a midnight black obi. I thought I looked beautiful when I tried it on. Weirdly, so did Sicune.
"You look awesome, Riku! Those guys are gunna drop dead when they see you!"
For once I felt really pretty, I felt like me. For once I felt like me. I felt like a person,
even compared to the stunning Sicune. If the world could see me now!
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What do you think? I know, not that interesting yet, but every story has to get into their plot tenderly, right?? Next, well, when it comes, I'll let you know. R&R!