"Damn it!" Chibita held his hand over the eye he had stung with the mascara wand. Before his pupil had completely reddened, he quickly sought out a rag and rinsed it in cold water from the bathroom sink. Applying pressure to his stinging eye, Chibita glanced at his outfit in the mirror with the other. Thanks to sufficient oden sales over the past two weeks, he treated himself by purchasing a forest green, button-up dress that stopped two inches above his knee and a pair of metallic gold wedges. As he removed the wet cloth from his eye, Chibita heard a familiar ringing of his cellphone. Reaching for his phone, his heart skipped when he realized the caller was his favorite Matsuno.

Going to the bedroom area of his flat, Chibita sat at his vanity dresser and tried his best to pull off a seductive, feminine tone while answering the phone: "Hello?"

"Is this my shining star?" Karamatsu's voice was husky and cool.

Chibita giddily laughed. "Who else would it be, you idjit?"

Karamatsu returned his laugh with a short chuckle. "I'm only teasing you, my star shine. Anyway, I have a bit of a request to ask of you—"

"Can you stop talking to yourself? I'm trying to watch something," a familiar monotone voice interrupted on Karamatsu's side of the conversation.

"I'm not talking to myself, Ichimatsu. I'm talking to my beautiful star, Chiharu." Chibita blushed at Karamatsu's compliment.

"Well, your conversation with your imaginary girlfriend can wait 'til after I finish my show. Oh, and by the way Osomatsu wanted me to remind you to unclog the toilet after you shit."

Karamatsu's voice became frantic and high-pitched. "T-That wasn't me!"

"Yes, it was. You shit like that every morn—"

"S-SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! I-I'LL TEXT YOU, CHIHARU!"

"She's not real."

"SHUT UP, ICHI-CATSU!"

Chibita's face remained in utter confusion as the phone violently clicked off the conversation. "I'll never understand these idjits," Chibita concluded as he resumed to applying copper brown eyeshadow. Just as he finished, a text from Karamatsu pinged onto his phone screen:

Forgive my brother. He's beyond immature. _

Chibita was quick to reply, rereading his text before sending.

It's okay. Your brother seems weirder than you.

Ha! Cute and funny? You're really out of this world, my star ;)

Chibita snorted to himself at the punny flirtation. He rubbed a layer of cherry red gloss onto his lips before replying.

Hehe, you're pretty funny, too. So, what did you want to ask me?

I have to prove something to my ignorant band of brothers. Could you come to my house and then walk me to your home? Sorry if it sounds silly, but I'd like for you to meet my brothers.

So they don't say I'm imaginary, right?

That's part of it, but also I want to show them how lucky I am to have a beauty like you on my arm. ;)

Your flirting's making me blush, damn it! Okay, I'll leave right now. I'll be there in 15 minutes.

I'll be awaiting your arrival with bated breath, my Chiharu.

Running a brush through the wig upon his scalp, Chibita gave himself one final look in the mirror before grabbing his purse and leaving his apartment. Though he got to the sextuplet's home in under 15 minutes, he suddenly understood why women rarely walked in shoes with tall heels. Before knocking on the door, the cross-dresser leaned against the doorframe to remove his left wedge shoe and massage his aching foot. Chibita's involvement in comforting his sore soles made him unaware of the door opening and Jyushimatsu and Ichimatsu being in the process of exiting the house.

"HUSTLE, HUSTLE! MUSCLE, MUSCLE!"

Jyshimatsu's athletic chant made Chibita scream and topple backwards. The force of gravity caused his ass to hit the concrete sidewalk with a short bounce.

"Shit!" Chibita bit his lip at the pain radiating from his lower half.

"Are you okay, Chibita?"

"I'm fine, idjits—I mean—uh, no! I-I'm afraid you're mistaken. I'm Chiharu." He quickly tapped into his female voice while remembering the occasion at hand.

Jyushimatsu raised his eyebrows, his gaping smile slightly shrinking. "Why are you in a pretty dress, Chibita?"

"I AM NOT CHIB—" Chibita cut his heated protest short for he saw Ichimatsu towering over him with the brunette wig clenched in his extended hand and a sinister smile stretched across his face.