XxWitheredRosexX- Ok, so this is chapter 20 ^^ I'm really proud actually because this is the farthest I've ever gotten on a story on my own. So I really hope ya'll are enjoying it. Please review! It really helps to motivate me :)

Momiji- I miss Aki-chan!

Author- I know, I know, but trust me, this is actually a pretty crucial part of the story if you only knew what was going on back home.

Akemi- What the hell does that mean?

Author- Ya'll find out soon enough, but don't worry. I promise it's good news. So on with the story!

Oh, but before that I suppose I should have a disclaimer… So here it is. I do not own Furuba (though that would be freaking awesome!) I only own my OCs

After I had finally gotten sat down in the styling chair I had lost quite a lot of my confidence and excitement. I knew threw was really no turning back or else Auntie and Jenny would have my head, but yeah… I'm a bit scared. I haven't changed my look like this for about three or four years so ya'll can understand why I'm nervous, right? Well if you can't then you're completely insensitive, but don't worry, I'll still love you 'cause that's exactly how pretty much everyone else I know is.

"So what are we doing to you today, Love?" the stylist asked with a British accent. She's only a little taller than I am, I'm guessing about 5'5" (sorry if I get the feet and inches signs wrong. Those really confuse me -.-), has long, dark brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. I usually can tell if I'll like a hair stylist by their own hair style, and this girl seems to be on the same page as me, meaning she's not super fem and girly, so I'm fine with her doing it.

One I told her what I wanted she quickly got to work. "This is going to look so good. The black is really going to make our bright green eyes stand out." She commented as she started applying the color to my hair.

"Thanks, that's what I was hoping for." I smiled and my lap, she had my look down so it would be easier to cut the back.

"Well that's what you're going to get. It'll look brilliant. Now if you don't mind, since this going to be such a transformation for you I'd really like to turn you around and keep it a surprise till I've totally finished."

"You know, that's sounds really good. That way I can't see and be like 'oh crap this was a bad idea." I nodded and she spun me around in the chair so I was facing the wall and went back to work.

After about an hour she was finally finished, and turned me around. I was still looking at my lap though. I didn't want to look up. I felt like I going to puke I was so freaking nervous. But finally I took a deep breath and looked up and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I couldn't believe it. I looked so much older, and just as I wanted my eyes really popped. Of course I looked at bit paler because of the black, but I don't mind that so much.

"This is amazing! I love it. Thank you sooooo much." I praised the stylist, "You really did a magnificent job."

"Why thanks, Love, I was just doing my job." She smiled.

"Well keep doing it Dude, because you're amazing at it." I was so happy with it that I gave her a hug before I went back into the lobby where Anita and Jen were waiting for me.

When I walked out I saw each of them on either side of a black love seat flipping through some magazines. I walked in front of them and pulled the magazines out of their hands. When the looked up they were just as, if not more, shocked than I was. Anita was grinning widely at me, while Jenny's jaw was dropped, and neither of them said a single word to me.

"Uhm… So what do you think?" I asked with a sheepish smile. Their stares were starting to freak me out a bit now.

"I love it!" They both said in unison.

I let out a sigh of relief, "Thank god… So how about we go? Now that the worst part of this challenge is over it should be pretty smooth sailing." I smiled at them.

"Yeah, let's go girls." Anita stood up and led us out to the car.

When we got in the car I sat in the passenger seat and Jenny sat behind me. She wouldn't stop playing with my hair the whole way to our first store.

"I can't believe how soft and pretty your hair is dude!" She twirled some of it between her fingers.

"I know, I love it, it's just because of the hair dye though. It'll go back to its usual semi-softness soon enough." I sighed.

"Yeah… So enjoy it for now." She giggled as the car stopped and we got out going into our first store.

The place was actually pretty nice. Well obviously it's nice, we're in New York after all, but what I mean is its not super girls. It's much more my style, which is more relaxed with a punk flare. One of the first items that caught my eye was a pair of black Tripp street pants. I wasn't really expecting to find something like this here, but I was totally happy that I did. I quickly found my size and pulled them off the rack along with a white shirt with a smeary black heat on it.

"What do you think of these, Auntie?" I held them up for her to see.

"Cute, that's totally you." She smiled and continued looking through the racks of clothing. I nodded and also went back to searching the racks, pulling out a bunch of random saying shirts and jeans.

After a while I was insanely tried. I don't think I've ever looked at and tried on so many clothes in my whole entire life! When we finally got back to the flat I went to my room, set the many bags of clothing on the floor, and sat on my bed while pulling out my phone. I quickly dialed Momiji's number and waited for him to pick up. When I looked at the clock I say it was about nine o'clock here so it should be about ten a.m. there.

"Hello?" I heard his sweet voice answer; I noticed it has gotten a bit deeper since I left. I like it.

"Hey Momiji-kun, how are you?" I asked with a small yawn.

"I'm really good. How about you Aki-chan. You sound really tired." He stated.

"Oh, I'm insanely tired, but good none the less. My aunt, Jenny, and I just went shopping today. We left about ten a.m., and we just got back and it's nine o'clock."

"Wow, that's insane. How did you survive? I thought you hated shopping too."

"Yeah, that's just when it's for things I need that I hate it. I actually really enjoy it when I'm just doing it for fun." I explained.

"Oh, well that's good to hear. You should probably go to bed now though. Call me when you wake up, ok?"

"Yeah, okie dokie." I smiled, "Bye Momiji-kun, have a good day." I smiled and hung up before falling fast asleep.