Chapter 7
I do not own Skip Beat! Nakamura Yoshiki does.
Preserve and persevere
Kyoko poke her head through the translucent curtains looking for Kijima-san. She thought he had left for a second but it didn't take long to spot him.
Kyoko was faced with three big issues at the moment.
One. There was a giant shrimp of a man mostly sleeping in a booth. And one passed out on the counter of the bar.
Two. She had to move those with her own and only hands to a taxi she had called and would arrived in forty-five minutes.
Third. She needed discretion. She had to preserve their reputations. Well Kijima might not have such a big one or one anymore anyway so she didn't know if someone seeing him like this or sharing pictures of him in his state would really hurt him but the reputation of Tsuruga-san was a lot more at stake if anything was to leak out from this night.
She sighed and called a server.
She had been able to drag Tsuruga-san when he was ill but he had been slightly conscious at the time. She wasn't strong enough to do that if he was completely out.
Yet…
Kyoko pondered if she would be able to do it in a few years if she trained enough. She had always been strong after all. She smirked internally. It would be fun if one day she was able to.
Anyway that wasn't the case right now so it didn't matter.
Kijima-san was shorter and less built up than Tsuruga-san so she thought she might have a chance to manage.
The server joined her.
-Yes Ma'am?
-Hum. Is it the truth this club facilitate privacy?
-Yes Ma'am. It's in our chart. We aren't allowed to divulge anything or we are fired and possibly sued.
-Good. Thanks. Then I've got some questions.
-I'm all ears.
-I've got two gentlemen who abused of the bottle of bit too much and I'm going to need help to return them to the nest. I already called a cab.
-I know very well you can't really help me with the journey from here through the club and to the taxi without attracting interests. But do these two gentlemen had jackets or anything of the sort that you could bring to the taxi when we will be here?
The server smile. Comprehensive.
-I'm afraid so. I can't help carry them. Not because the chart prevent me to do so. But it would serve as a disservice to your friends and you. But yes of course, I can take care of all their possessions so that the driver can fetch them.
-Thank you. I would also need two pitchers of water if possible.
-It will be done.
Kyoko was about to turn around when the server continued.
-If you allow me a comment miss. Though the situation seem quite hilarious from an outsider sight, it's quite risky of a demarche.
Kyoko arched an eyebrow.
-For yourself I mean. Even if they are your friends. Therefore, I admire your bravery and loyalty to them.
Perplexed, she didn't know how to respond.
-I-…Thanks…I suppose.
Kyoko drove back inside the booth. She could have thought about what the server meant but she didn't really have the time for that.
A plan was slowly taking shape in her mind but its realisation would be tricky.
The server came back shortly after with the carafes and quietly put them down on the low table.
Assuming that she could indeed, somehow, carry Kijima-san; remains Tsuruga-san.
She couldn't get him out of this booth unconscious. So she had a vague idea of how to change that fact. So the use of water.
How was she going to bring her foolish drunk fairy friend in disguise all alone?
Wait. In disguise. That was it.
I have to disguise him.
But in what?
She couldn't hide his height. And even drunk and sleeping he still had this sexy elegant vibe about him.
I have to change that if I want it to work.
So…A change of style.
A fundamental one.
One that pull off people enough.
Not punk.
It wouldn't work.
Not on a stand-alone style. It would still look too elegant and sexy. And that's his mark. Too distinctive.
Then what?
Oh.
She got it.
Oh god. Kyoko began to snort and refrained a cackle.
Oh dear…
Capabilities speaking… yeah she could.
But-…
How much could his clothes cost?
Kyoko paled.
Screw it.
I don't have much of a choice.
But first,
Let's Pray.
To all divinities of fairies and enchantresses, I solemnly ask your favours to help my fairy friend and sempai to forgive me for the sins I'm about to perpetrate on his untainted body. I don't have a choice, I need to preserve his reputation. And his idiot fairyness was too drunk to do it himself. Let him also permit me to refund his clothes in several instalments. Thanks a lot Graciousnesses.
Preparations done.
Let's do the sacrilege.
