Summary: Dia exerts her personality.
Seats at a Minami Kotori runway were rare and the Yamamoto sisters knew they were lucky to be there at all, and in the second row too. A fan of Kotori's since her debut collection, this was their first chance to actually wander in the shared air of the Tokyo fashion elite.
"It's no surprise Kotori-chan made it SO huge. From the first Muse costume designs, you could see the talent." Yamamoto the younger announced.
"Everyone is Muse was so talented, it's no wonder they all did so well as individuals."
Younger Yamamoto coughed, "Except Nico...Nico Ni...now there was an obnoxious voice, so cheery, so pushy, so loud...how did someone like that attract someone as elegant and talented as the Nishikino heiress? Nico Ni was all pushy, must have just pushed everyone else away."
"Maybe she pushed all the rest of Muse off the stage."
"Bzzzt." With that jarring noise, both Yamamoto sisters became aware of an intense laser glare emanating from around the level of their waists. A small, black haired, scowling child with burning green eyes stepped forward. "Nico Ni is the epitome of Idol cuteness."
The sisters exchanged a glance, then the older and braver giggled, "Yeah, if you like idols the size of a plushie. And with about as much brain."
"Nico Nico Ni" the younger Yamamoto pranced awkwardly, contorting her face into a silly mask while raising her hands into Nico's signature gesture.
"Nico Ni knows more about the Idol business than anyone else. And works longer hours. Entire countries cried when she retired." The small, serious child announced, loud enough for three rows on either side of the stage to hear. Yamamoto the younger noticed that in the front row, a blued black haired woman in a breathtakingly cut business suit swivelled, amber eyes narrowing as if on a target.
"C'mon, bun." A polished voice, with tones of warm, dark cherry, came from behind the child as a short woman, wearing a hat with a brim wide enough to occlude the view of two people, one on each side, put her hands on the Nico fan's shoulders, "Your aunts are waiting to see you."
"But Mom…"
Crimson eyes, a very unusual color, Yamamoto the older thought, twinkled at the child, '"It's all right, Dia. These women are here for Kotori."
The Yamamotos thought this stranger was dropping the name of the divine Minami Kotori far too casually.
"Yes, Mom." But everyone could tell the small child was still not happy and the searing glance did not free the Yamamoto sisters yet.
Another voice, a very vintage sherry, much more worried, and the tint of blue haired woman placed a hand on the fire eyed woman's shoulder. The other parent? "Is there a problem…"
A quick reply interrupted . "No, we're fine. Bun here was just making new friends."
"I was not." Indignant. The child turned to her mother. Free of scrutiny, the Yamamotos relaxed.
Fire eyes shook her head. "Hush, Dia. Let's go say hello to your aunt."
A sigh and a granite boulder's weight of reluctance from the child, "All right."
But before the three disappeared into the crowd, a small head turned, and the Yamotos once again felt a dangerous glare as they overheard the conversation between the adults, "So how are the last minute jitters, Umi?"
A chuckle, "No worse than usual. Honoka's been juggling cupcakes. Backstage is a mess."
The Yamamoto sisters stared at each other, mouths wide open. Umi, Honoka, which meant…
Yamamoto the younger fainted.
A/N: Still kinda fascinated by Dia as a child. Still tired of juggling chapters owed. Still taking August to have some silly fun. Still taking drabble requests. And etc.
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