Tasia'sENDLESSDreams, this one's al yours. Different than what you imagined but I think you'll still like it. Sorry it took so long.

DPshadow and digifreak51794, glad you liked Sparks.

Not repeating the disclaimer.

Title: Simple

Rating: T

Characters: Mention of Kogarasumaru and Emily, Yayoi, Agito, Akito

Genre: Romance

Summary: Makeup really doesn't suit either of them.

Fragmented

6. Simple

Why are we here again?

That thought had been bouncing through Agito's mind for the past twenty minutes or so. Kogarasumaru was at a bar, of all places. The Crow said it was a reward but even Akito assumed it was just an excuse to try and steal some alcohol. Luckily no one had gotten any (except Akito, funnily enough, considering he explicitly said he would never drink. Agito figured he would pass it off to Kaito. Akito didn't disagree.)

The girls are late, Akito commented casually, giggling as Onigiri crashed into the wall.

Lucky bastards. Agito winced as the stereo screeched.

Probably stuck on make up. Agito scoffed.

That stuff is disgusting. Akito snickered.

It's funny when most guys try to put it on.

You make it look so easy. Agito's cheerful insult didn't affect his older brother. Damn him and his easy acceptance.

I learned from the same lady who taught me how to act. That woman was a genius.

Indeed.

…

Yayoi gave a nervous smile towards Emily as her friend practically dragged her into the establishment. She had been completely made over by the girl, and been declared beautiful by the headstrong track runner, even if she did keep her pigtails. Looking around, Yayoi immediately spotted the Fang King, sprawled lazily on the red sofa. The others were all over the place.

Taking advantage of Emily's momentary lapse in attention, she crept over toward the blunette and sat on the arm of the furniture. His golden eye rolled up to observe her. For a moment, he seemed surprised. Then his blank look sharpened into an icy sneer, eye glittering with contempt.

"What the hell did you do to yourself?" he demanded, repulsed.

She blinked. "W-What?"

"You look hideous! What, did someone drop you in a vat of shit and expect you to come out okay? What the hell?"

The tuner couldn't even find it in her to feel angry. "E-Emily recommended it."

He looked even more disgusted. "She recommended you turn yourself into an ugly crone?"

Yayoi felt despair bolting through her chest. With this makeup on, even with it on, he had called her ugly. Now, would he ever truly like her? She felt tears brimming in her eyes. She was shocked from her thoughts by a tender hand wiping them away. Agito was staring at her.

"You're making it worse stupid girl," he murmured. "Go and wash your face."

Deep in the throngs of shock, she obeyed. After a few minutes, Yayoi returned, face clean and scrubbed. Agito had returned to his earlier lounging position on the red couch. He gave her an approving nod.

"That's better," he said quietly as she scooted warily next to him on the sofa. "So…" He moved over to her, leaning over to kiss her gently on the lips. "Let's keep it that way alright?" he whispered, pulling away. It took all of her strength to nod.