Hey…thx 4 reviewing I'm glad u guys like it. Sry about the detail thingy, I'm usually a very detailed writer but I thought my old writing style would spoil the new style in trying….XD sryyy….the details were supposed to come along as the story continues. Well let's continue…

Enjoy…

Akari sat up, putting her hand on her head and shaking off her sleepiness, her hair was still tied but due to her tossing and turning from the heat of her covers, the string holding it up loosened.

"Man these covers are for winter."

She sat up and stretched, the chain mail that clad her body felt heavy as she tried to get up. It was the only thing he could find that she could wear; no wonder the covers felt hot. She spotted a note on the floor at her door, an outstanding white to the rich blue of the carpets.

Your clothes are fixed, in a parcel on the other side of this door along with a set of clothes you are to wear today; I will escort you to a shop where you will get your adjustments for an evening gown. You will need it in a week, meet me downstairs as soon as possible.

Kentou

"Just when I thought it was all a bad dream."

She opened the door and grabbed the parcel, ripping the brown paper off the contents. In it were her purple assassin suit as well as a short black skirt and a pink shirt with smiley hearts printed on the fabric.

"PINK/OMG."

She rolled her eyes and slipped it on, obviously this guy was trying to irritate her. The clothes looked weird against her tanned skin, it contrasted ridiculously. She grabbed a few items off the floor. Grabbing the brush on her dresser she did a quick brush up of her hair before tying it back and running down the stairs, tugging at the hem of her skirt.

He was at the table, a piece of toast lay on the plate across from him and a glass of milk beside it, it was obviously hers. She grabbed it and sat down, munching hungrily.

"Have you ever worn a skirt before?"

She shook her head in response.

"Why am I not surprised, once you are finished, we can go."

She finished up and gulped down her milk. Kentou stood up and headed towards the door, she walked behind him doing all sorts of gestures behind his back.

"Stop that, its getting irritating."

"You can see it? Do you have some magical orbing eye around, made of your smartass mind maybe?"

"You are too perky in the mornings aren't you, excited about getting new clothes? I can make sure you need them right now, how do you like fire?"

"I'm more excited about letting you hear all the nice things I have to say about the dear gay white assed wizard in front of me, care to listen?"

He narrowed his green eyes and continued walking, ignoring all the stares of the female gender. She was sure to walk at least 3 meters behind him incase he decided to do his fireball threat, then she would have time to escape. She could hear whispers of "Look its Kentou"

What's so good about him?

She wondered, thinking so hard she actually bumped into him when he stopped.

"We are here, go in."

He entered an old run down shop and she followed. Despite its ragged appearance, the interior was cozy and rather spacious. A short woman walked out, she had a puffy face with small eyes and she was rather short and stout. Like a teapot. Apart from that she had small nimble fingers, her hair was tied up in two buns. A red kimono clad her stout body, the sash wound too tightly around her waist.

Man she looks like a constipated beaver.

Akari thought to herself. The woman greeted Kentou politely and bustled up to her, dragging her into a fitting room, a small room where the door didn't touch the floor. In short, the occupant's lower legs were free for all to see.

"Well my dear, I need you to remove your outer garments so I can measure you."

Kentou's POV

I sat down on the soft benches, leaning against the wall and looking at the huge gap between the door and the floor.

She does have nice legs.

I continued staring at her legs; they were the nicest I have seen so far. Suddenly, a barrage of thin assassination weapons dropped around them.

Why in the name of Odin does she carry an arsenal of weapons to get her dress made?

"WHY IN THE NAME OF ODIN DO YOU CARRY AN ARSENAL OF WEAPONS TO GET A DRESS MADE!"

A shout came from the fitting room and Kentou sweat dropped

Looks like I'm not the only one who thinks that way.

End of Kentou's POV

A few minutes later, both women came out. The tailor carried a clipboard with the measurements.

"Nice body, she will look good in dark red, blue and green with black. With that figure of hers I will have no problem trying to make her look slim, unlike mages. Those girls use spells to make them look thin and pretty, the wizards just cover it up. Anyway, I'll have the clothes delivered tomorrow. With the shoes."

"I'll pay in delivery."

Akari was happily keeping her arsenal back in her clothes.

"Oh, my dear."

The tailor turned to her.

"Next time you come here please try to avoid bringing the arsenal, you won't kill anyone."

The pudgy woman sweatdropped.

Akari nodded slightly and left with Kentou.

Not very good chappie….ill try my best next chap…..sry it took such a long time….anyway…..hope ya like it

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