He catches Kotoko trying on makeup; accuses her of stealing it. Yuuki giggles when Kotoko chases after him, but then she trips and hits her toe on the sharp corner of the couch and then he feels bad.
Not that he would ever tell her that, but Yuuki gives in when she tells him that he has to listen to her for the rest of the day. Really, Kotoko is so childish, forcing a little kid to be at her every beck and call. Isn't she ashamed of herself?
"Let's put makeup on Irie-kun!" Kotoko giggles, her fist poised, hovering at the door. "I bet he would look sooo cute!"
"That is a terrible idea!" Yuuki says, over-exaggerating to the point where hopes his voice is loud enough so Naoki can wake up and catch them. "Besides! Why would we knock on the door if we're going to scare him! Use your brain!"
Kotoko giggles, sheepishly, brings her hand down only to dig in her pocket. "It's only some red lipstick," she says, quietly. "And a little mascara, but that's nothing."
"That's a dark pink," Yuuki corrects, giving both tubes clutched in her hand a once over. "Are you sure you didn't steal all this from Mama? It looks awfully similar. Well, you probably don't have enough money to buy yourself makeup, so I guess even you would turn to crime."
Kotoko blinks. "…Are you saying that…I'm not the type to become a criminal? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Why are you offended? That's a good thing! I'm saying you aren't the type to be a criminal. The criminals I see on TV are all serious and smart. You're not. So you aren't a criminal."
"I don't understand you," Kotoko says, shrugging. "You have a big imagination for such a little boy, Yuuki!"
Yuuki turns and leaves.
He has tears welling up in his eyes when Kotoko runs towards him, pats his head, apologizes. Yuuki cannot take her apology seriously; she's got a devilish grin on her face that completely negates any of her 'remorse'.
"I'll just put lipstick on him," Kotoko says, swiping it on herself. The dark fuchsia color is smeared on her lips, giving away her inexperience completely. "Just to see if this one is his color!"
Yuuki is bewildered as he takes in the scene in front of him. "Wha — Why are you putting it on yourself? And what do you mean by if it's his color! Don't do anything to my brother!"
Kotoko giggles, pulls Yuuki away from the doorknob. "I have your permission to come in the room, so don't mind if I do!"
Yuuki can't do anything but quiet down, step back in defeat as Kotoko twists the doorknob slowly and opens the door, tiptoes in the room slowly. It's dark, but the light from the hall allows him to see her put a finger to her lips, a warning.
Kotoko probably just wants Naoki to see her with makeup on, he thinks, she just wants him to compliment her.
Yuuki would like to leave Kotoko to her own devices, a part of him screams to run but another part of him, another traitorous part of him stays, follows her into the dark room. He's equally scared as she, and he feels betrayed when Kotoko shoves him forward, whispers for Yuuki to led the way as if he'd been the one to devise the plan in the first place.
"Pull his blanket off of his face," Kotoko whispers, almost hisses. "Quickly!"
His fingers are…shaking when he inches the blanket off of Naoki's, and he prays that Naoki is in one of those deep sleeps of his. He did go to bed two hours ago, so Yuuki suspects he is. Lucky for Kotoko.
She squeals a little when Yuuki backs off of the bed, stands off to the side, and Yuuki has half a mind to tell her to keep it down! but he decides to watch things unfold.
Though his stomach hurts and he'd rather not witness Naoki's wrath.
Kotoko deserves it, Yuuki settles for. It is a questionable rationale, because the real question should be does Naoki deserve it?
Yuuki glances at the door once he hears the lipstick open, inches towards the door when Kotoko leans down.
The scene is…also questionable, Yuuki thinks as he nears the door, foot in the entryway. His heart speeds up when Kotoko doesn't move from her place, completely frozen.
He is throughly appalled at Kotoko's behavior.
Yuuki makes a run for it, runs like his life depends on it, almost trips down the stairs in the process, throws himself onto the couch.
His mother peeks her head into the living room, confused. "…Is something wrong, Yuuki?"
"Nothing's wrong," he says, forcing his voice to be steady.
Mama squints at him, leaves the living room. "Oh," Mama ducks her head back in, "go wake up Naoki," she tells Yuuki.
"Okay," Yuuki says, but he doesn't get up from the couch.
Mama still hasn't left the living room. "Now," she adds, crossing her arms. "Call him now."
Yuuki sighs, makes it realistic, takes slow steps upstairs. Mama watches him as he walks to the staircase, shaking her head.
Yuuki slows down even more, stalling for Kotoko's sake.
He's successful until Mama huffs, throws her hands in the air. "Fine! If you don't want to do it, I'll do it!"
"No! I can do it! I'll do it!"
He bolts up the stairs, almost knocks over Kotoko.
"I'm a failure, Yuuki, I couldn't do it! Please forgive me, I — I got scared!"
Yuuki cannot say he felt disappointed. No, he did not share a shred of emotion with Kotoko. None. He is relieved. Overjoyed.
"You're forgiven," he says, bluntly. "Now move, I need to wake Naoki up. You'd better hide Mama's makeup," he adds, pointing to the lipstick in her hand. "She's coming upstairs."
"…Makeup? Kotoko? What's this about?"
Too late. She's already upstairs.
Yuuki turns to Mama, clings to her. For once, he's relieved she's here. "Mama! Kotoko was going to put your makeup on Nao — "
"Makeup! Yes! Yes, I — I'd love to learn makeup from you! I love everything about makeup," Kotoko says, talking in a volume that is much too loud for indoors. "You see, my father, he never — he never really knew what to do with me whenever I asked for makeup, and I've always longed for someone to teach me how to — "
"Kotoko dear! Say no more," Mama says, shoving off Yuuki and hugging Kotoko close instead. "I'm your mother now, you don't need to suffer anymore. I'll buy you all the makeup you could ever dream of!"
"I'm not even mad at Kotoko anymore," Yuuki says, sighing. "She's such a good liar."
"That's not something Irie-kun would say," Kotoko replies, giggling.
Both Mama and Yuuki look at her.
"Why would I say something Naoki would say?" Yuuki asks.
"Because you're just like him! Being with him reminds me of you," Kotoko says, and then she pauses. "Actually, wait, it's the other way around."
Mama laughs sheepishly, glances at Yuuki. "Yuuki, why don't you go downstairs now. Grab a snack..."
Yuuki stares at the two of them, still hugging, laughing over nothing. His arms feel heavy by his sides, and his head hurts, all of a sudden.
"You only hang out with me because of him! You're the worst, Kotoko!" Yuuki says, turning to run down the stairs. He doesn't expect them to chase after him, not after he hears Naoki's room door open.
They're all busted!