Pretty 104: Yumi x Fubuki
At the local traditional Japanese theater in the middle of town, there's nothing but chaos and disarray.
Staff of all kinds running around backstage like chickens with their heads cut off, panicked chatter, people running back and forth looking for people they can't find. Even the kind old lady at catering is just about ready to pop a vein and grab a meat cleaver.
"Director, Director! Director Krenniiiic!" Cries a panicked young woman whose glasses are askew on her youthful face as she finally catches sight of the man in charge walking nearby. She rushes over to him, a little intimidated by his slightly stern expression and his imposing presence and the white uniform and slightly over-the-top white cape he dons like he were dressed up as a character from a certain franchise set in a galaxy far, far away.
He even has the same name.
"Director Krennic, sorry, my utmost apologies, but, um...l-look, here, Akagi-san and Kaga-san left this in their locker room. The door was open, and they left this in their vanity..." The poor woman's hand is shaking like a leaf as she hands the man a simple note with a crimson kiss mark on it that reads...
"...bloody whimsical pair of so-called professionals, those two!" The man groans, crumbling the note that reads "Gone to the hot springs~" in pretty curves.
"W-W-What do we do?! The show starts in less than twenty minutes! We can't call it off! We sold out on Akagi-san and Kaga-san star power alone!" The poor woman is near tears, fixing her glasses on the bridge of her nose, yet they go askew immediately when the Director suddenly turns around with an exaggerated motion of his arm and cape.
"THEN, DEPLOY THE GARRISON!" He calls out. Then, he turns back around, his cape flowing with the motion. "Go out to the street. You have a sharp eye, Miss Takamine! Go out there, offer the same amount that Kaga-san and Akagi-san just forfeited to the best people you can find, see who is interested. Bring them here and hope for the best!"
16:10
Miss Takamine gives a panicked "E-EEK! Y-Yes, Director!" and knowing not to question the man, she rushes out of the theater to start searching and pitching the idea of performance on the stage to the regular folk.
"I'm one with the Force, the Force is with me, I'm one with the Force, the Force is with me! Why am I even saying thiiis?!" She says to herself, getting weird looks from the staff around her as she exits the theater through the staff-only access.
Despite the worry and panic gnawing at her being, Miss Takamine doesn't have to look long or hard to find the perfect two candidates to replace the two performers that tend to be whimsical as the kitsune of folklore...
Yumi and Fubuki, fearless leader of Gessen and her beloved long-lost adopted sister, share a giggle and a smile as they walk down the shopping district, a cerulean paper bag in the Ice Ninja sister's hand and a black bag in the Blizzard Ninja's hand, the two enjoying a simple day of window-shopping and buy some goodies on such a fine, sunny day.
Such a simple thing, yet so meaningful and fun for Fubuki, given how much she missed out on before. She gives she and Yumi's intertwined fingers a gentle squeeze.
"Thank you again, Yumi. I needed this. I'm sure Gekko and Senko will be grateful for you taking me out today," Fubuki's soft voice is calm and has an undertone of tenderness for her treasured family next to her.
With a giggle and a loving smile, Yumi nods, softly brushing her thumb against Fubuki's.
"Of course, Fubuki-nee-sama! I wanted this twice as much. I could barely sleep last night, I was so excited today. Still am, to be honest~" Yumi's big white bow on the back of her head bounces slightly with her giggle and head tilt.
"So, next...I, um...I would like some..." Fubuki's pale complexion then gets a shade of pink on the cheeks as she looks in the direction of a particular store further down the street. "Gekko...gave me some...really spicy options for...u-underwear in that store over there and..." she chews her lip slightly, looking away from Yumi's knowing smile.
"Oh Gekko-san, that fashion menace~" The blue-eyed girl covers her giggle elegantly with her hand to not embarrass Fubuki too much.
"Sure, Nee-sama. No problem, I've been to that store before with Asuka-san. Let's-"
"U-Um, excuse me! Excuse me, you two!" Then, Yumi is cut off by the urgent calling from a woman in a blue office lady outfit, her glossy black high heels clacking on the pavement as she really fast-walks towards the adoptive sisters.
Yumi and Fubuki turn toward the panicked woman who approaches them on slightly unsteady legs from walking around so much.
"L-listen. This is an emergency!" The woman says. "Our two stars bailed out on us when we were just about ready for a live dance performance! We start in 10 minutes! We don't have much time! Please please please!" She claps her hands together and bows her head. "You two look like the perfect fit for this occasion!"
Yumi and Fubuki exchange confused looks and look down at their clothing. They are wearing their rather revealing kimonos, white and black. Neither of them have any reason not to wear them on this occasion. They were planning on it just be for fun.
"Well…" Fubuki blushes as she turns her head away.
"This is sort of sudden but…" Yumi says. "I couldn't really refuse this offer…"
"Great!" Takamine says as she pushes both of the sisters forward. "Right this way!"
*Later*
Both kimono beauties find themselves backstage. Several ladies are doing the sister's hair. Fubuki's hair is being combed straight and beautiful while Yumi has little partial pig-tails on both sides of her head.
"For the finishing touch~" one lady puts a large ribbon on the back of Fubuki's head. "There we go!"
Two white flowers are put on Yumi's head. "And last finishing touches for you too, miss~!"
"5 minutes ladies!" Takamine says. "Ohhhh! Now we are talking!" She clasps her hands together.
"Break a leg, ladies!" the few women leave the two alone for them to prepare themselves and close the door.
Fubuki looks at the mirror again and reaches out an arm to touch her hair. "Yumi..."
"Yes?"
"I look...like a different person..."
"Isn't that what it's all about~?" Yumi says. "I say you look beautiful like that~"
"That offer was so sudden though.." Fubuki says. "Do you...really think both of us can perform without any practice?"
"Don't you remember?" Yumi says. "When we were kids, we used to dance like this, even though you were reluctant at first~"
"We did?" Fubuki asks. "I...don't recall that."
"I do~" Yumi says. "Follow my lead, then. It's not so hard once you get the hang of it."
Fubuki blinks twice and then smiles. "Okay. Lead the way, Yumi. I'll follow."
The Ice Ninja happily hugs her big sis and the pale skinned half-breed returns the embrace.
The ladies walk up toward the large red curtains. Both of them take a deep breath and let it out. Though they are nervous to perform, both of them know they are at each other's side. The curtains open and they are greeted with a live audience. Spotlights flicker on and point at the two of them.
They close their eyes and slowly raise their fans upward. They open their fans and slowly open their eyes as well. They face the audience and take small strides to the left, turn around and then move their arms that hold their fans with them.
They move their fans toward their mouths, only showing their beautiful eyes as they face the audience. The audience looks in awe at the two Japanese beauties. Yumi and Fubuki spin around a bit. Yumi opens up a second fan, spreads out her arms as she continues spinning slowly, but gracefully. Fubuki, on the other hand, raise her hand holding the fan in the air, and then lowers it slowly and points her hand toward the audience.
Yumi and Fubuki move closer and after Yumi puts aside her fan, she holds Fubuki's hand. They stand close and raise their fans high. While they lower their arms, they bring them close so that they can hold each other's hands, intertwining them while still holding their fans. They lean in and press foreheads together, making the audience swoon.
They pull away, but continue holding each other's hand, but act as though they were being separated. Worried expressions are placed on their faces. But they let go and they spin around, gracefully, to show that they've gone their separate ways.
Then, there's a short silence, with one single jingling of a traditional Japanese instrument, the yosakoi, before Yumi and Fubuki give each other a glance over their shoulders, a determined expression appearing on their faces. Then, while Fubuki looks away again in doubt, Yumi flicks her wrist and swings her open fan in a wide arch to the audience...and there appears a beautiful glitter with the motion, the glitter of tiny snowflakes.
Then, Fubuki gives a gasp and she smiles. She nods and she swings her own fan in an elegant arc and a gentle gust of cold wind meets the snowflakes that came from Yumi's fan's swing, and the yosakoi jingles three times.
The sisters turn to each other fully and their free hands reach out as the third jingle of the instrument ends, their fingers intertwining, palms flat together...and the two's bosoms, clad in their exquisite, extra-lavish kimonos, press gently, beautifully together...and the two gaze into each other's eyes and the microphones pick up their soft giggles as the ladies move their fan hands and the tip of Fubuki's fan touches Yumi's, perfectly obscuring their blushing cheeks and their lips...that become sweetly pressed together in a soft, chaste kiss that's elegantly hidden by the sisters' fans.
Then, the yosakoi plays again and Yumi and Fubuki pull away, slowly letting go of each other's hands, as the performance reaches its end, and the sisters produce a second fan from their kimono sleeves as they spread open the fans and take a bow, the fans in front over their partially-exposed legs and the second fan open over their lower backs like the tail of a white and black peacock.
A gentle gust blows by carrying with it glittering snowflakes that feel...really realistic to the audience in the front row and close to it.
The crowd immediately gives the Ice and Blizzard Senran Sisters a standing ovation, lots of people with tears in their eyes and on their cheeks from the performance, smiling and clapping, and some even go "awwwww~!" as the younger sister giggles and she can't help but give a little jump to hug her beloved elder tightly, surprising the black-haird woman, but she easily takes it in her stride, hugging Yumi back and kissing her on the forehead, much to the audience's delight.
A short bit later sees the beautiful Senran sisters once again clad in their beautiful, universally-appealing kimonos, having chosen to give their performance kimonos back to the show tailors.
"This was a one-time thing. It wouldn't be fair to keep these forever." Yumi reasoned at the time.
"...besides, they were a little...tight in the chest, if I'm honest..." Fubuki said with a straight face, leaving Yumi blushing and giggling awkwardly while the tailors awkwardly agreed and apologized while eyeing the sizeable assets Yumi and Fubuki had.
"Ladies, I can't thank you enough." Says the Director, taking a polite bow and he tilts his head to Miss Takamine, who steps up, utter joy and relief on her bespectacled face.
"Yes! Yes, exactly. Your performance touched all our hearts! The reviews are already coming in and they're absolutely glowing! Please, um, do consider keeping this number, Ok?" She says with a hopeful smile, passing Yumi the card with a phone number and a header that reads "ISB Imperial Productions".
Takamine then gets closer to whisper for the sisters only to hear: "Forgive the name, please! Director Krennic is a big fan of S*** W***. I can't get him out of it." She adds with a defeated look.
"...what's-?" Fubuki begins with a head tilt.
"N-Nevermind, Nee-sana. Nevermind. In any case, Takamine-san...well...we'll keep this handy should your...um...unique...regular stars no-show again. Of course, I hope that's not the case! But we'll keep this in mind." Yumi nods and she easily tucks the business card into her valley of cleavage.
"...whoa..." Miss Takamine utters in awe while Director Krennic clears his throat with his black-gloved hand to his mouth. "A-AH yes, yes. Here, please, take this payment, ladies! It's what you deserve and what you're owed."
Yumi nods and she takes the offered envelope in the secretary's hands, and she blinks at the rather...heft to it.
"Oh my." Yumi says and she giggles as Fubuki blinks, but doesn't question when the Ice Ninja tucks the envelope into her elder's tight cleavage hugged by her black and gold kimono.
"Well then, we shall take our leave now. Thank you so much, Takamine-san, Director Krennic. M-May the Force be with you." Then, she nods and the sisters take a polite bow and Yumi adds in slightly convincing English, much to the Director's well-concealed delight. He only smiles slightly and nods back at her, before he swings his cape as he turns around to walk away when the sisters leave.
Later
Inside Yumi's bedroom back at the Gessen dorms, there are nothing but passionate kisses and soft moans coming from Yumi and Fubuki themselves. They still don their sexy black and white kimonos, leaving on their white ankle socks and black laces for Fubuki. Their large breasts are squished together during the kiss.
They pull away and let go of each other, panting a little. They are sitting wariza pose during this, showing off their lovely legs and thick thighs.
"Yumi...where did you get that idea of...that dance?" Fubuki asks.
"Simple," Yumi says. "I thought of our past and just went along with it. I'm surprised you were able to pull it off too."
"Like I said, I just followed your lead~" Fubuki says with a smile. "And I cannot help but notice.." She crawls on all fours and then traces a finger on Yumi's thick, white thigh. "You were showing off...quite a lot down there~"
Yumi has some shame left to blush slightly, moving one of her arms up to cover her lower face with her kimono's sleeve.
"I...saw no reason not to. Give the people what they want. Give the audience what they came to see~" Yumi may be hiding her lower face and looking slightly off to the side innocently...but Fubuki can hear the little grin under that sleeve.
"Oh Yumi. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've been spending time with Katsuragi-san." Fubuki too grins under her own sleeve while she gently, confidently caresses Yumi's exposed thigh with her other hand.
"Oh goodness, no! No, not even I'm brave enough to spend five minutes with her alone!" Yumi giggles and lowers her sleeve, looking back at Fubuki in the eyes.
"It was Asuka-san, actually. She's been rubbing off on me, I guess? She and I did~go on a date one time before..." Yumi begins, but then she gets cut off by her sister, who leans in to silence Yumi with a kiss that becomes passionate barely two seconds after the initial contact, and Yumi lets off a sweet little moan when Fubuki grabs her by the thigh and waist and yanks her towards her so that the Ice Ninja finds herself cradled nice and comfortably in the Blizzard Ninja's warm, black-and-gold kimono-clad lap.
Yumi smiles onto her sister's lips and she wraps an arm around her shoulders, her hand gripping the back of Fubuki's head as they deepen their kiss, while she cups Fubuki's jawline with the other hand to tilt her head back so that Yumi can plunge her tongue as far down Fubuki's throat as she can, drawing a sweet, soft moan from the half-yoma Senran.
And in this intimate position, the Ice and Blizzard Ninjas feel the sweet tingle of their kimonos and skin meshing and molding together as their sensational Senran deluxe bosoms press against each other, displaying their incredible, perky softness.
Fubuki meanwhile holds Yumi against her by her hand on her lower back and on her thigh, which Fubuki caresses and squeezes gently as they smooch.
Then, after a solid two minutes of smooching in this lap-seat pose, the sisters flop onto their sides on the sheets of Yumi's traditional Japanese bed (of course) and they finally manage to pull back to get some breath in their lungs, well-trained shinobi lungs as they may be.
They give off little pants for air, and then they gently press their foreheads together, their cute noses brushing gently.
"What would...Grandfather Kurokage say?" Yumi asks with a tender smile and caress for Fubuki's cheek. She smiles back.
.
"What do you think, Yumi?"
Yumi giggles and closes her eyes momentarily.
"Hmm...I say...he'd be proud of how we performed on stage today. A dance to bring him to tears, and to make him cheer the loudest at the end." Yumi's smile grows a bit wider and Fubuki leans in to give her another, soft, chaste kiss.
"And I'm sure he would be proud of us, together, as we are today. Reunited. Stronger." Fubuki then adds and Yumi's eyes glimmer.
"Oh Nee-sama...~" She says, her voice thick with emotion.
Then, Fubuki smiles too and she gets a sweet gasp out of Yumi as the Senran with beautiful alabaster skin then easily climbs on top of Yumi, her hands quickly gripping the Ice Ninja's wrists, moving her hands, with Yumi herself moving along with her, to rest above Yumi's head.
A beautiful blush adorns Yumi's face, turning her smooth, fair cheeks a deep pink.
"Let's...have a...new...performance, just for you and I~" Fubuki then leans down to get started...and meanwhile, as the Sisters of Justice of the Moon and Blizzaard begin to indulge and lose themselves to each other, just outside Yumi's room, walking down the hallway towards the common room is none other than Murakumo, a trouble look on her face: her eyebrows furrowed, chewing on her bottom lip, a tablet in one hand and stylus in the other, tapping her temple repeatedly, while her signature hanya mask is hanging over the opposite side of her head.
"Mmmm...hmmmm...no...not...good...eh?" Murakumo's attention then gets pulled from the well near empty, almost blank canvas on the tablet she's holding, and onto the door to her dear leader's dorm room...and she can pick up with her enhanced Senran ears certain...sounds...that most definitely do belong only in the bedroom...and of course, the beautiful voices of Yumi and…
"A-Ah...F-Fubuki...san...o-oh my..." Murakumo blinks, then she blushes, and she can swear she's seeing little hearts float and pop around Yumi's door frame.
"...ohhhhh...wait...I...I think...!" Murakumo then blushes a red to match her beloved girlfriend Shiki's own eyes and her hanya masks slides into place over her angelically beautiful face, the mask's eyes glowing yellow.
"I got it...!" Comes Murakumo's deep voice as she dashes to her room instead of the common room, artistic inspiration filling her with confidence and drive to get to work.
Any physical or personality similarities that Murakumo's characters in her next best-selling doujinshi may have to Yumi and Fubuki are complete coincidence!
The End~
Major Mikey: Haaaah Yuri-chan~ "O" Yumiiii. Yumi. Yumi. Yumi's kimono. Yumi's kimonooooo. It's got such an incredible, universal appeal~!
Yuri-chan: Isn't it? I can't believe the devs actually designed her kimono to be more revealing than Shinovi Versus.
Major Mikey: MMMM~! "O" The more skin, the better! It's a distraction tactic! It makes total sense in-universe!
And also, why the random references to "Star Wars"? Well...uhhh...more like, why not? XD There's always time for "Star Wars" references! 8D Also, it's fitting for a theater production director! It's the flair for the dramatic! XD Why wouldn't such a man in charge dress up like Director Krennic from "Rogue One: A Star Wars Story"?! LOL
But yesss, Yumi and Fubuki~ The Justice of the Moon, Justice of the Blizzard~
Yuri-chan: Two BEAUTIFUL and SEXY sisters. Been a long time since we last gave them some love
Major Mikey: Mmhmm. Yesh. Yesh, indeed, Yuri-chan. Twas 'bout high time we remedied that, yesh~ Absolutely GORGEOUS and~dressed in dem BEAUTIFUL, universally-appealing kimonos~
Thanks, Yuri-chan, for the idea, and thank you guys as always for reading and reviewing when you enjoy. :3 Thanks, Butler-san, Byron-san, Kazama! We really appreciate it!
You keep giving this Collection of Pretty Senrans attention, we'll keep giving these ladies the lovin' they deserve, one Pretty at a time~
Seeya'll next Pretty!
Semper-Fi! Carry on!
Yuri-chan: Have a nice day!
