chApter 6: Son Pan, Is That Really You!?
Wearing a clinging white sleeve shirt and a mild yellow tee over it, I walked inside Cafe Bleu at exactly 12. Ever since last night, I couldn't possibly go to sleep after signing that ridiculous contract with Trunks. I had one question I absoutely had to ask.
What if I couldn't seduce Keita in 100 days?
"What if I couldn't seduce Keita in 100 days?"
After I spotted Trunks and ordered a large glass of orange juice, I asked him that very question that has been bugging me for so long. I couldn't help but watch his silky hair fall naturally in place as he shrugged. Once in a while, I would always wonder what it would be like talking to such a handsome guy as him.....the world is a mysterious and ironic place.
"If that happens, then I guess I can't blame you for it, so don't worry. If in a 100 days he doesn't fall in love with you, then I'll think of it as a lost cause and we'll just end it as that."
With that said, I let out a deep breath I was holding. Then that's easy, I'll just pretend I'm seducing Keita and everything will be alright....woo hoo.
"But, don't think you can fool me by acting like you're doing something. I'll probably with you at all times...I'll have my eye on you."
Darnit....Just when I thought I got away with it.....Suddenly Trunks looked at me from head to toe. He has that wicked look again in his eyes....I feel dirty...
"You remind me of someone..." Huh?....Who?
"Last time, this really old guy delivered food to us when Kyoko was last with me at my house...the guy looks a great deal like you."
Oh my God....that 'old man' as you put it was me...I just shut my mouth and looked to the side...he's such a jerk! Trunks grabbed a bag that was next to him, rummaged around and took out a sheet of paper.
"Here, Keita posted up his 100 Q & A's on the school website. I picked out the most important parts. Here. Read it." (You know, 100 questions and answers) I stared at him with a dull expression and snatched the paper to read it.
Name: Shizuke Keita
Birthday: September 7 1984
Family: Mother, Father, Younger Brother (Shizuke Hyun Jin)
Ideal Girl: Intelligent, Courteous, Obedient, and Captivating Personality
Favorite Food: Sushi, O-ddeng (fish cakes)
Favorite Musician: Steve Black, Yuuki Kuramoto, Ryuichi Sakamoto, S.E.N,S, Yana
Favorite Music Genre: R&B, Ballad, New Age, Classic
Favorite Book: Dosuto Apusuke's Crime and Punishment
"A girl who's intelligent and has a captivating personality?" My jaw fell to the floor.
"I'm not smart, couteous nore obedient! And I don't have this 'captivating' personality either!"
"If you put in the the effort, you can be anything." -.-.....Oh dear...
"You sure sound like you live your life with ease..." I read Keita's profile again and again and slowly lowered my head.
"I can't do this. It doesn't make any sense. How can I even think of stealing Kyoko's boyfriend?!"
"Son Pan....why don't you lower your voice a little...."
I looked around and flustered as I saw people staring at us. I have to becareful...A lot of Shinji students come here...I lowered my head and whispered.
"Besides...what's up with Dosuto Apusuke's Crime and Punishment? I fell asleep reading that book.."
"So what...Just pretend."
"And I absolutely hate O-ddeng. I ate it and almost choked on it. I never ate it again."
"Sigh...just pretend."
"And I don't like younger guys. I was born in July."
"I heard it's the latest craze to date younger men."
"I don't like dating the oldest son." (In Japan/Korea, It's considered somewhat bad in some ways to marry the eldest son because the wife has so many responsibilities.)
"The oldest always gets the family business."
"This can't happen."
"Anything can happen."
"I won't do it"
"You have to."
"Would you stop giving me such short logical answers?!"
I couldn't control myself. I ended up screaming at him. Trunks' eyes turned round and glanced around. The whole cafe gave us strange looks. Ugh....how humiliating...I could see Trunks' face starting to harden...he then got his bag and went through it again. He then handed me an envelope.
"That's your copy of the contract. Or did you forget the fact that you signed it and therefore you have to do this?"
"I didn't really sign...I...just...uh...whatever the case, I didn't really sign it."
"Your restaurant isn't faring too well now is it? Do your family know it's all because of you?"
YOUR THE ONE THAT DID IT YOU JERK!!!! Blackmailing me again.....If I say I won't do it...then....what will I do?! T.T...Geez...why did I ever put soy sauce in his stupid bowl...
"Finefinefinefine FINE! I'll do it....what is there to lose...."
"It would have been easier if you just followed through in the beginning. Oh it would be easier to see him if you joined my group." He smiled calmly, as if he knew he would win....my eye twitched with one eyebrow quirked and growled.
"Exactly...what....group?"
"The school's photography club"
"What? I can't even hold the camera still, how am I suppose to survive in your club."
"It won't matter. This is a present for you...for the commemoration of our contract."
Once again in his bag, he took out a box and tossed it too me. Bewildered and catching it, I look ed down. A....cellphone? And one of the latest models out from Korea. (Korea is the cellphone country.)
"Do you really think it's okay if I have this?"
"Don't get too excited. I'm not going to give it to you for free."
Oh I see....he's going to use it to see if I'm doing my job or not....Trunks suddenly stood up.
"Okay, let's go."
"Go where?"
"For you to be transformed into the new you."
"Tranform? Who? Me?"
"Do you see anyone else I'm talking to?"
I was a bit puzzled, but got up as Trunks dragged me out of Cafe Bleu. What was he oging to do...I tried keeping up with Trunks as we ran a good deal down the block. I was glad when we finally stopped. I looked up to see it was the hair salon near our University. It was rumored to be very expensive and also famous for the owner who owned it. The place was called Michelle Jin.
But, I don't have any money....Before Trunks opened the door, I had to tell him. There's nothing to be embarrassed about not having money. Yup. Simple as that. Nothing to it.
"I don't have money."
But it really was embarrassing. Trunks turned around and smirked...then laughed. Yeah, laugh all you want you little jerk.
"Did I ever say you had to be the one paying? Don't worry about it. Let's just say I'm investing my future on you."
Hoo....I let out a sigh and we both walked inside Michelle Jin. As soon as we walked in, almost all the hair stylists crowded around Trunks....-.-'' Oh one thing, people here hate to be called hair stylists...they prefer hair designers in an accent.....hoo....
"Oh my, what brings you here Trunks-san?" A woman in big round perfect curls and looking to be in her 40's clung onto Trunks' arm. This must be Michelle Jin. Her red lipstick is blinding...
"It looks like you need a trim." She said after touching his lavender silky hair.
"I want you to concentrate on her hair for today."
Finally she turned her head back and noticed me standing there next to him. Fomr her facial expressions I could tell what she was thinking. First it was 'who the hell is this country bumpkin?' Then it is 'Is this Trunks' girlfriend?' Finally her face returned normal and she smiled at me.
"Oh, are you Trunks-san's friend?" I could tell she decided that no way was I Trunks' girlfriend...-.-
"Yeah...I want you to make her over. New hairstyle, new dye, whatever the girls do to be pretty."
"Okay! I'll transform her into something wonderful! Follow me dear."
I followed her and sat down on one of the sleek leather black elegant chairs. Wow...these chairs are extremely comfortable...Looking in the mirror, I could tell the huge difference between her and me. She's so pampered and pretty whereas I look like I just came out out of a cave....Why was I born with a face like this? Mother!!!
Trunks walked towards us and sat down in the chair next to me. Within a second a hair stylist came to Trunks and begin snipping his hair.
"Hmmm....since your face is a nice long oval and slender shape, we'll go with a hairstyle that makes more volume into your hair."
With several assistances by her side, she got started. She sprayed my hair with water and brushed...well...tried...my unruly hair. I winced as my hair was tugged this way and that. Wow...what an experience for me...They then placed My head under this head machine thingy that produces steam. Afterwards, the boss dragged me back to my sit and begin spilling and brushing in these smelly chemicals. Somehow I didn't think this was a good idea...I feel dizzy from all the chemicals and dyes. How can girl do this?! I closed my eyes to feel a bit less dizzy.
"Done!"
After a few hours I opened my eyes.
o0o o0o o0o (facial expression of being shocked. The eyes and mouth.)
Oh my...this can't be me....is this me?! I stared at the person in front of the mirror. This person...why is she copying my shocked expression! I can't believe this person staring back at me was me! No...the girl had to be someone else. Trunks looked at me from the couch for he was done a long time ago and he seemed content on how my hair turned out.
"We tried to highlight your hair a nice dark red wine color, but I think you'd look better with the natural black color. My did I do a good job, ho ho ho ho." After congratualing herself she went off to wash the utensils.
Ah...I finally have a chance! I too can be pretty! My long straight hair was cut and murdered down to shoulder length. I touched it from the side slightly, afraid of ruining it. Wow...it's so soft and silky...it was also kind of wavy and a bit layered, framing my face and and giving off a nice slight volume. With a happier train of thought and a new look, me and Trunks both stepped out of Michelle Jin. Hey, don't I look pretty? Can't make fun of me now! Oh ho ho ho ho!
"Consider yourself lucky. Michelle doesn't do anyone's hair unless they got connections."
"Yeah yeah. Thank you so much."
"You know what? This might work after all. The success rate of you getting Keita is now at 1%." Does he really have to talk to me like that? Why can't he just admit I look pretty? But wait...where are we going?
"Where are we going now?"
"Did you really think you can catch Keita's attention by just changing your hairstyle? Get your head out of the clouds."
This time, we came to a clothe shop called Shy. This guy must have a lot of money to throw money away like that for me. As soon as he opened the door, I could tell it was really expensive. Trunks must be crazy in love to go through this...
"Ha Yeon, I'm here!" Ha Yeon?
"Oh hey, Trunks!" I turned my head and saw a really pretty girl in her 20's. Is this really his sister? She does look a bit like him...
"Trunks, what brings you to my store?"
"I'm just here to pick out some outfits." The girl turned to me.
"For her?"
"Yeah. This is my friend Son Pan. Pan, this is my sister, Briefs Ha Yeon."
So it is his sister...She came towards me and started observing my face. Her expression totally reads "I'm not matching!!!"
"Hmmm....let's what kind of style would fit her."
With that said, she darted off happily to a line of dresses. After a while, coming back and forth, lifting an outfit on me and shaking her head to get a different outfit, she finally settled on 5 dresses.
"I think these dresses suit you best. Your name was Pan? Could you please follow me to the dressing room?"
"Huh?...uh...sure..."
With an bewildered nod, I followed. Ugh, dresses...I hated those things. But, thinking of Trunks' welfare, I went in after Ha Yeon. She handed me this white dress. Without looking, I tried it on swiftly and walked out of the dressing room, my head bent low. Gosh...it's real clingy and tight...I feel kind of naked.
I must look awful....so embarrassing...Trunks and Ha Yeon just stood there looking at me, without even the slightest sound. Oh c'mon, do I look that bad?! Although it was awkward and ever so quiet, I looked up to see what's going on. Huh? Both Ha Yeon and Trunks had these shocked expressions, the same one that I had at the salon.
o0o oOo....(Ha Yeon and Trunks)
Say something dammit.........ugh...FINE!
"It doesn't match me at all right?"
"............You look beautiful..."
Ha Yeon sister sai- No! It was.....Trunks. Now it was my turn to gasp. o0o.
"I'll take 5 of the same dress in different colors."
What? 5 dresses? I looked down at the price tag. Huk.....it's um....quite...expensive. Is he out of his mind? I looked at the mirror....oh my. I look.....very nice. It was a slight off the shoulder sleeveless dress, clingy to my body all the way down to above the knee. While waiting for his sister to get the dresses, he looked over to the shoes section and snatched a pair of white strappy high heels. Trunks paid for them with his platinum card and we went out the store, 7 bags heavier. We didn't say much of anything and I was looking at the ground.
"Clothes sure do make a person look different."
He was looking at me while saying this. Currently, I was still wearing the dress...and wobbling from the height of the high heel.....my God.
"Do I look pretty?"
I regretted saying that. I don't know why, but it feels odd when I said it. Trunks just looked the other way and just said....
"Let's get something to eat."
(-.-'')!!!!!!
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