Update on Chinese New Year's Eve! Madara and Izuna go shopping this chapter, so enjoy! Don't forget to review!
The days before the dance was filled with excitement and anticipation. The last third day before the event, Izuna was yanked away by her friends the second school ended.
"Today, we are going to take you shopping!"
"Wait, wait! Let me call my sister as well, okay?" Izuna shrieked when they got to the front of her sister's classroom, finally realizing what kidnapped victims felt like. Her friends had the decency to actually slow down, considering they were berserk shoppers just about to pounce. Seeing this as a good sign, Izuna dashed in, yelling for her sister.
"Neesan!"
"Yes, Izuna?" Madara asked. She was just bickering with Hashirama, who had a goofy grin plastered on his face. Come to think of it, Hashirama seemed to be grinning around her sister more these days. No, scratch that. He didn't grin more, he was grinning every damn minute he spent beside her sister.
"I'm going shopping with my friends for the dance!" Izuna yelled breathlessly. "I'll be home later today."
"Madara senpai? Maybe you can come too!" Ino suddenly cut in with a sing-song voice. Izuna stared at her friend, bewildered. Since when was Ino inviting people on her shopping sprees?
"I wouldn't want to interrupt you." Madara declined politely, but a flash of longing flashed through her eyes. Izuna caught the flash, and racked her brains for a way to get her sister to come without it being awkward. Suddenly, a brilliant idea came to her head.
"Neesan, why don't we just get dinner at the mall?" Izuna asked. "You'll get to know my friends when we eat. That way, you won't be shopping with a group of unknown juniors."
"That sounds like a good idea." Madara said in a thoughtful tone. "Ok, I'll go with-" Ino grabbed Izuna, and Izuna grabbed her sister before she could finish her sentence.
"Bye Madara!" Hashirama yelled after her. Izuna swore she saw Mito senpai immediately move to Madara's seat with hearts in her eyes.
"See you tomorrow, Hashirama! Take care of the matters involving the dance for me please!" Madara yelled back. Izuna's friends grinned at each other. This trip to the mall would be soooo interesting!
Madara slurped her ramen noodles, wondering how her life became involved with Izuna's overly feminine friends. Sakura and Ino were literally screeching, and Tenten was on the verge of doing that. The only person that was border-lining calm was Hinata. Although she had lunch with every one of the girls every day because Hashirama pulled her there, she never got the chance to know them properly. (because Hashirama just wouldn't stop talking to her.)
"So! Does every one of you have a boy in mind?" Sakura asked suggestively. Madara swore every one of the girls' faces flamed up. "I take that as a yes."
"So, Forehead Girl, that's the theme today? Find a dress to impress a boy?" Ino asked. Sakura visibly bristled at the nickname, but answered anyway.
"Yes, what do you think Ino Pig?"
"Great, actually. What are we waiting for? That's get started!" Ino yelled. Izuna smiled apologetically at Madara, making her wonder how Izuna survived each day. "Madara senpai, have you finished your dinner?"
"Well, yes." Madara replied. The girls all cheered and immediately dashed out the restaurant, heading towards the stores. Reluctantly, Madara followed the girls, walking beside her sister. Izuna didn't go mad like the rest of the girls, thank Kami.
"Your friends are really enthusiastic." Madara commented. Izuna smiled and nodded.
"They are girls through and through."
"Izuna, please bring your sister here this instant! We found the perfect dress for her! Kaichou will be pleased!" Sakura yelled. Madara sputtered in embarrassment, her face red.
"Wh…What…did she just say…?"
"Oh I don't know. Just go there and try on the dress. Sakura may be vociferous, but at least she has good taste." Izuna laughed, pushing her sister towards the store. Once they were inside, Ino held up a white off-the-shoulder, long-sleeved tube dress that stopped at the middle of the thigh.
"What do you think? Senpai?" Madara blushed at the length of the dress, and the way it exposed her collarbones.
"It's beautiful, but isn't it a bit too…"
"Oh just try it on, senpai! At least it's better than Ino's pick, which has a skirt length even shorter than this one and a deep V-neck that's embarrassing for anyone except Ino." Tenten urged, placing the dress in her arms. Madara had no choice but walk towards the changing rooms, with the quite provocative piece of fabric in her arms.
Izuna waited along with her friends for her sister. She imagined her sister in the dress, and smirked. Boy, would that Senju be pleased.
"How do I look?" Her sister asked as she walked out the dressing room. The girls gave a collective gasp.
"You look awesome, senpai!"
"You look beautiful, Neesan." Izuna marveled the long legs and the accentuated curves, and decided all her sister needed for the party was a pair of nice black pumps. She went over to the shoe rack, and held up a pair of black pumps with thick crisscrossing straps.
"Oh, that's gorgeous! You have taste, Izuna!' Tenten praised. Madara immediately took the pumps out of Izuna's hand and tried it on. In an instant, the Uchiha became eight centimeters taller, her long legs further elongated sexily.
"That's it, senpai. You are all set to go to the dance. Now it's our turn!" Ino cried. Sakura immediately started grabbing dresses at an alarming speed, dashing into the changing room with gusto. Tenten took every single dress that had a Chinese style, (this store really had the most categories of dresses Izuna had ever seen.) and Hinata had a fashion crisis with choosing between a purple gradient dress and a blue feather dress. Ino shoved a deep blue layered dress with a tube top into Izuna's hands before she ran off.
"Go on, try it." Her sister urged. Izuna stared at the dress and for once, she absolutely loved Ino's choice. Usually, Ino went for extremely sexy dresses that were on the verge of being whore-like, but this lovely blue dress showed off just enough skin to drive boys crazy yet look elegant. She stepped into the dressing room and stripped off her clothes. Gingerly, she slipped into her dress and accessed herself in the mirror. The girl that stared back at her was utterly unrecognizable.
"Izuna? Are you done?" Madara asked from outside.
"Yes, Neesan." Izuna pulled the curtains away and revealed herself. Her sister circled her a few times, sizing her up.
"You look great, Izuna. I knew our dad was being an asshole when he denied us the right to look sexy in front of people. Heck, those fucking prim, long dresses with long sleeves make me nauseous."
"At least he lets us have jewelry." Izuna said as she smoothed out her dress. She spotted the perfect matching blue sandals with blue satin roses sewn on them and tried it on. The size was a little too big.
"Yes, yes. I'll forgive him for that." Madara retorted sarcastically. The sisters changed back to their own clothes and went to get the right-sized shoes. After paying for everything, they proceeded to watch their friends scurry about, going from one rack to another. Somehow, it was satisfying to watch people go into shopping frenzies.