Omake!
Dress and Exposed (History)

"You're aunt Etna."

The statement sounded raspy, yet solid and coherent. The pink haired demon smirked in response. A chuckle came out her mouth, a low-pitched chuckle that sounded musical. It was a chuckle that didn't match the situation and her facial expression with a fang glinting brightly and mischievously as her eyes.

"Ferez may not know you, for he was young but I remember you and if Oskari was still there he probably would have too."

"So serious… Are you sure you're related to King Laharl? Or Flonne for that matter…"

As Etna said this, she maneuvered around the shop, grabbing some interesting clothes. Akina just followed. She didn't feel it was necessary to answer her aunt's questions though she did answer it inwardly. She was nothing like her mother, perhaps a bit like her father, and there were visible traits that tied her to the two however… I'm not father or mother. I'm just me.

"I noticed that you aren't in the castle a lot."

"Yeah, I have a job to make sure there're no rebellions and currently I live somewhere out of the castle, in a village quite far. Y'know, I can't believe I'm saying this but I miss babysitting Laharl."

Akina crossed her arms, heaving a sigh. Etna was wishing to get back to how things were. She didn't think she'd ever feel that way about anything. So far life has been… empty. And she expected her long life to stay that way.

"I'm still a vassal, though I'm more like an ambassador now- I miss our adventures. Your father… he can make things really interesting."

Right now she really didn't know what that meant. She barely saw her father, and her mother would be busy maintaining the castle, though tried very hard to spend time with her children. Occasionally, it was her mother's excuse to get out of something uninteresting, but she told the truth. Usually when there were off days the family, if all were there would spend the whole day together fulfilling Queen Flonne's silly little plans. She had to admit her dad was amusing on a scale especially when it came to arguing. However, she kept a good distance from both her parents, and her twin had even more of a distance. Right now though, Ferez is showered with most of the attention from Flonne and Laharl even. It is logical for he is the youngest, needs the attention, and therefore gets it. He basks in it. Akina shook her head, she did not want to think so much into it, and she may come across something she regretted.

Before she knew it, Akina was flailed into the dressing room, and into one of the booths, which was big enough for the two. The booth, looked like a mini mental asylum… perhaps it was even equivalent in size, it was the same color, though the walls weren't padded. The little room had two mirrors, and two small benches. Etna removed what little clothing she had unashamed. She turned to her 'niece'. Akina felt a pang in her stomach but remained looking cool and collected. Before the princess knew it, the older demon had slid behind her and groped her chest. The girl gasped, and instinctively jumped back. Etna chortled while the young girl flushed, and crossed her arms over her chest protectively.

There was silence, as Etna fitted some clothes, looking at different ones, mixing and matching. As she finished sticking her head out of a cotton material shirt and fixed a scarf around her neck, she spoke to the young girl with a tone of a Wiseman and recollection.

"Reminds me of back then…"

Groping? What? Don't tell me- The younger girl looked appalled. Every second that passed before Akina's 'aunt' spoke the deeper her head fell into the gutter.

"Yours are kinda big."

"What?"

"When I was around your age…" Etna began, grabbing another bundle of clothes to try out.

Akina knew this wasn't going to be a snooze fest story, after all this was Etna. Etna! She was one of a few of Akina's idols. Not only that, they were about what she just groped, and that's personal!

"I had none."

She continued to play dress up while the blue haired female just stood in awe. THE Etna? Flat at her age? She said it like it didn't matter. She accessed the information slowly, glancing at the pink haired demon's chest and then back at the floor. Those things? They were less than the Succubus Demons' however they were something! The elder demon walked towards her, finally having chosen something out of the many clothes she brought. She now wore a black vest made of faux fur, under them was a thin gray long sleeve shirt with a turtle neck, dark jean skirt, her usual boots that complimented the gray shirt and a small round hat. It made her look very… human. She grinned chortling at the same time, running a hand through one of her low pigtails. Akina immediately put on her guard, looking courageously at Etna, though the latter knew better. She knew that the young one wasn't only on her guard, she was a bit frightened too; it was obvious with her shaking fist and slightly twitchy eyes.

"Get undressed."

Hell no!

There was a sigh from Etna and she picked out a few clothes and handed them over to Akina.

"I won't look." She said and turned around so she wasn't facing the girl or one of the mirrors.

She heard some shuffling of clothes and she knew that the princess had complied.

"I guess the girls in this generation just grow faster…"

"Hmph."

"Well, I didn't really care much for breasts… Flonne would kill me if I said anything-"

"Huh?"

"Well… let's just say… that she too looked flat… Flat as walls."

This didn't shock the latter too much. It isn't much of a surprise if Etna was flat too. But, she could see where it hurts.

"You know… we had a contest once."

On chest groping?

The girl continued to dress.

"I can recall it right now… Between me and Flonne, Jennifer somehow got into it."

Silence. The blue haired girl stayed quiet. She tried to imagine the 'contest.'

"Basically, she won with an iron fist! Laharl being the judge…"

A frown formed on the woman's face. Her eyes burned ferociously. Laharl was afraid of sexy bodies then, but he still insulted the only type of women he could stand being around. Akina turned around, finishing up with tying an indigo ribbon into her hair. She was now dressed in a non sleeved indigo shirt, with matching arm warmers and dark blue jeans, and of course the finishing touch… an indigo cat hat (which she had put on hesitantly.)

"The king back then! Oh he…"

Akina watched her scandalous interpretation of her father. She showed no emotion but she was amused.

"How can I judge those? There's really NO difference. UGH!"

Akina's lips twitched upward at the sultry demon's exasperation.

"Oh, you're done!"

The girl nodded stupidly. She felt stupid, probably looked stupid, and so therefore is. Etna stepped aside so the girl could see the mirror. She decided that she'd look better without the cat hat. Too late. I guess I'll wear it. It's better than the displaying hat hair.

"Remember…"

"What?"

"The lesson of the story is not to let your chest bother you, which shouldn't even worry you, your mother on the other hand being older than me…"

"And?" The princess asked, arching an eyebrow, ignoring the little comment on her mom.

"It's a powerful weapon. Even lured, yet frightened your father."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Etna picked the other clothes they weren't purchasing up and placed them on the bench. She carried her own clothes, and decided she'd ask for something to carry it in because they were walking out dressed in the human clothes whether the clerk liked it or not. Before they walked out the dressing room Etna turned to Akina.

"You showed a very human side of yourself back there, with those humans..."

The princess continued to look ahead. She looked unfazed but inside she couldn't help but think about those words.

Those words burn like hell…

A/n: Yay omake! I love omake! They're just so fun. This is what happened in the dressing room. Was Etna so easy to figure out? ;-; poo… Ah well… Well this is dedicated to my beloved "sister" who's b-day is yes, at Valentine's Day. Oh and a mini thingy is below the author notes… We all know Etna's truly sensitive about her chest, and she's very self-conscious about it(She was lying about not caring lol). Maybe now cause she's got some she's all arrogant. So here's a little Etna thing in script form. Before that… the aunt Etna thing… It's a polite, familiar and respectful thing… Well, it is in my culture… In this fic it's just a way to show Akina's respect towards her and perhaps some other people she's obligated to be polite to.

Bella: That's interesting .Wow though… Disgaea Novels- I need more info on those

Self Conscious Etna
Some random day in the Netherworld… (Let's say the day after Jennifer arrived)

Etna: looking at herself in mirror Looking good!

Etna's grin fades as thoughts of the new blonde comrade appears in her mind

Etna: Dammit. That… that… Fuming as she stuffs a handful of the items on her desk into her top

The demon grins at the mirror once more and again her grin falters at how the items were trying to squeeze themselves out.

Etna: Perhaps… Glances at a box of tissues and immediately starts stuffing

Voice: Hello? Hello?

Etna: Crap. starts to hastily lug out all the stuffing

-knock. Knock

-Tchk Tchk

Etna: eyes widen, still trying to remove the stuffing.

Voice: I'm coming in!

-creak…Jennifer: abruptly opens door It's time for breakfast.

Etna: mumbles Darn that insufferable…

Jennifer: Ehh?

Etna: manged to pull the remainder stuffing before Jennifer noticed

Jennifer: Oh… are you alright? Starring with concern at the demon and the pile of tissue scattered

Etna: Yeah… just a little cold. Sweat drops

Jennifer:Are… you sure?

Etna: nods

Jennifer: okay then. Let's go!

End

Wow… that's like an omake in an omake! I enjoyed writing this whole thing. R/R onegai!

Etna: bashes the author

Ow….

Etna: Come here… Pulls author by her ear

Hey what are you-

everything blacks out and there are sounds of walloping and gunshots