Momoshiro Takeshi / Fuji Syuusuke

Prom/Formal shopping

Momo absolutely hated to get dressed up. He hated wearing anything resembling a suit or a tux, he hated wearing ties of any kind and he most defiantly hated the sombre colours of black and white that most formal dress can in. He preferred the more flamboyant and bright colours, like yellow and orange, green even.

He sighed stepping into yet another formal-wear store and moving over to a rack to browse sulkily through the drab clothes on it.

"Saa, that defiantly is not your style Momoshiro-san," a voice behind him purred, making him jump about a foot in the air.

"Fuji-sempai!" Momo said, looking down, wide-eyed at the tensai.

"And how can I help you today Momoshiro-san?"

"Help me?" Momo asked confused before noticing the nametag declaring him a trainee. "Oh, ano . . . I need something for you know . . . prom . . ."

"Who are you taking Momoshiro?" the tensai asked catching on immediately. Momo would never try to dress up to go to the prom for himself.

"Ann-chan maybe?" Momo shook his head, blushing.

"Ah, would it be Kaidoh-san then?"

"Fuji-sempai!" Momo exclaimed nervously looking around to see if anyone around had heard.

"Gomen, gomen Momoshiro, what are you looking for then?"

"Um . . . a suit I suppose . . . something . . . not black . . . or white, yellow maybe."

Fuji winced, "Please tell me you do not plan to show up to the prom in a mustard yellow suit."

"I suppose not, I can't actually find one in that colour anyway . . ."

Fuji held up a hand to stop him, "Momoshiro, you are very lucky you found you're way in here. I can guarantee Kaidoh-san would not have appreciated your . . . peculiar fashion sense either."

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with my fashion sense."

"Saa, of course not Momoshiro-san. Why don't you look over here there? We have some new suits that just came in the other day."

Three hours later, Momo walked out of the store with a new suit, navy in colour, after much arguing with Fuji about what one could, and could not wear to the prom, his wallet considerably lighter.

He just hoped that damn Mamushi appreciated all his hard work.