A.N.: The long-awaited update! The story is going to be a bit longer than anticipated, but without ado, here is the next chappie!

Disclaimer: Emura-san is a very talented manga-ka unlike myself. Therefore I do not own WJuliet.

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Revelation:

Disconcert

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"The long blond curls slid off and down on the ground."

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The moment of utter silence before hell broke loose.

Ryuya stared at the girl now naked without her long locks. He looked to Ito and back at the girl, unable to comprehend the present situation. He shook his head and glanced down to the wig. Hair...beautiful HAIR that looked as good on the floor of Ito's room as it had on her headHis head snapped up to the pair standing before him.

"Wha-WHAT?" Ryuya finally stuttered. "Oh..."

"Makoto-san! Your hair..." Tatsuyoshi picked it up off the floor. "It fell...um, here...wait. It's a wig! Why-why are you wearing a wig, Makoto-san?" His eyes fell upon Makoto's short hair. "Hey, your hair's short."

"That haircut...it makes you look so...masculine, Makoto-san." Yuto's face turned to disbelief as the realization dawned on him.

Ito's body finally awoke. She grabbed the door knob and wrenched it shut, creating a barrier between her boyfriend and her brothers. That act alone turned Yuto's suspicion. He banged on the door.

"Ito, open the door! Is it true? Makoto, she's--he's a guy? Tell me!" Ryuya started and looked at his twin. He saw the anger in the eyes and knew he wasn't kidding.

"Ito? ITO! IS YUTO RIGHT? IS MAKOTO A MAN? HE BETTER NOT BE CUZ I'M GOING IN THERE AND HE'S DEAD MEAT!" The twins continued to act out their anger on the door. Tatsuyoshi only stood shocked frozen.

Ito pressed her forehead against the door and grimaced. They hadn't planned it this way! It was too late for Makoto to make a good first-impression. Damn it! They'd have to make do. She had to convince them somehow.

"Oni-chan. Listen to me, let me explain."

"Ito, open the door." Yuto's calm, but firm voice was a contrast to Ryuya's growls and frantic bangs.

"No, oni-chan. Hear me out first. When I'm done--and there's no threat to Mako, then, I'll open the door."

All sounds on the other side ceased and Ito's forehead creased with worry. A few murmurs showed signs of a conversation and then Ryuya's displeased "Fine!"

The only female of the family breathed a sigh of relief. But this relief was to be short-lived. Who knew how they would take it once Mako's story was revealed? The blonde placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded indicating that he would speak.

"There is no need for me to keep up this pretense any further." His voice had fell from it's girly soprano to the deep male of his own. "My name is Narita Makoto." Ito gasped when he revealed his true identity. He smiled reassuringly at her and continued. "It was my fault that Ito-san was pulled into this charade. She was only being the cheerful and friendly girl you know her to be." Slowly, he explained what had happened the first day they'd met. Then, the whole story was finally revealed in Makoto's sensible tone and careful wording.

"I am the only son and so the duty to carry on the dojo is mine. It was my selfish wish to become an actor that started this whole thing. Now my dream is to walk the stage with Ito-san by my side. Tomorrow is my last day as Amano Makoto. We were hoping to introduce me over dinner after the ceremony. I'm sorry it had to be so sudden." Makoto finished. Ito looked up at her boyfriend, her face flushed from his nonchalent declaration of his dream.

"Please, oni-chan. Won't you accept us?" Ito burst out. Silence met her question.

"Come out, Ito." Her brows furrowed. "We'll discuss this properly." Again, murmurs were heard. Someone cleared their throat.

"I won't kill him, Ito." Ryuya said gruffly.

Thank you. Ito said silently. The door creaked open to reveal the flushed young lady and her handsome prince.

A.N.: I know, this wasn't much! I promise actual violence and so on in the next chapter!