Chapter 8
I do not own skip beat! Devilish Nakamura-sensei does.
Part two of Preserve and persevere
Kyoko fetched her pocket scissors in her bag…Lift them…
Breathed in… Breathed out…
Just be careful…
Slowly, meticulously she closed in the scissors on the knees part of the trousers and cut a part of it on both knees neatly. So to make them drilled and let appear the naked knees of Tsuruga-san. Her face heated up before she admonished herself.
Don't be ridiculous.
It was just knees.
She proceeded on his beautiful long-sleeves t-shirt and cut long transversal strips on it that in the making uncovered lot of skin and Kyoko had to divert her gaze.
Kyoko wiped off her brow.
Done.
Chirurgical operation on clothes checked.
On the harder part now…
I'm so going to hell…
Let him not remember …Spare him by memory oblivion…
For his sake …
And mine!
She took her make-up pouch.
She had her classic day-to-day make-up in it. But it wouldn't do. He couldn't pull it off, it was too flashy and feminine.
Plus she was going to a style that could match his elegant side. Well barely. He was still masculine but she thought she could manage.
Fortunately she had also the bases of Momiji make up in it and it was much darker.
-Breath. You are doing nothing wrong.
She pulled out the sombre mascara.
It's for his sake…it's for his sake.
She applied it on his long lashes.
I'm going to be traumatised…
She pulled out the eyeliners. A black one and a dark blue one.
Into next life…
…traumatised into next life…
She applied them. Layers after layers. It was a disguise. No one should recognize him.
One more layer…
One more…One more…One more…
Done.
"…"
He looks like a panda…
She fisted her hand against her mouth.
A big sexy giant sleeping drunk panda….
She bitted her lips to contain her urges to laugh. She needed to concentrate.
Lipstick. Dark blue.
Kyoko was going for the Emo style after all.
It was the only one that could line up on his elegant style.
She sighed. It would have been so much easier if he had been Cain heel. But no tricks or craftiness of her could come up even close to it in 45 minutes and with such blatant Tsuruga Ren clothes and style.
Lipstick on.
She took near her one the pitchers, put her hands one after the other in it and wet Tsuruga-san hairs repeatedly.
All of her shades of blues were coming from make-up tests for Momiji too. The director had wanted to try black and dark blue make-up in all sorts. He had finally decided against the dark blue but she'd got a sample of a bit of everything and still didn't store it away in her room.
They were very lucky that she put tidiness aside for once.
Kyoko smiled. Holding in her hand another darker than blue piece of make-up. This one, she just knew what she was going to do.
She giggled. The exercise getting the better of her, she was starting to have fun and getting carried away.
She wet Tsuruga-san hair once more and applied the stick on his hairs at several places. It was dark blue hair chalk.
Then she got out her own hair gel and finished his new Emo haircut with little hair spikes.
Kyoko looked at her current oeuvre, analysing it.
She bent over.
-Pfff…Hhahaha…
He was hardly recognizable now…god…
He should not remember…he should not remember…he should remember…
It's for his sake…
In vain. She couldn't help it. Her sides burned. And tears pooled in her eyes.
It's so unlike him…
He would probably murder me if he knew…
Ha …ha…hahahahaha…hahahahahahaha….
I'm taking a picture.
For posterity.
She did so quickly, her sides painful.
Last part. She got out some dark blue nails coating and laid it on his hands' nails. Finally she fished out an old feminine chain bracelet of hers and difficultly attached it to his wrist.
-Snap.
She took another picture of the final product.
Please, let him not remember it.
If she was going to hell anyway, she could at least make use of it.
It would have to do, it was the only idea she got.
She had also an old scarf that she intended to use to dissimulate his face a bit, just to be sure.
She got out of the booth again and went to see Kijima-san, ready to break her back if she had to do it. The taxi was there. Kijima-san was passed out and was not about to wake up anytime soon. She put the hoody he had on his head. She reached under his shoulders. Fortunately, as planned, he was a lightweight and she managed to put him on her back and carried him inside the taxi. She wasn't even sore. He was really light.
Kyoko breathed in.
One done…
Time to wake the sleeping drunk fairy.
Hurrah!
Her eyes widened just before she did it.
Damn…I put the make-up before waking him up.
Oh well…it should be okay…it's one of the latest waterproof one.
-Tsuruga-san Kyoko called. We need to leave. You can't stay here. It would be bad for you, for your reputation. All that.
She tried it twice, thrice.
No reaction.
She sighed. She didn't want to do that.
Idiot sleeping fairy…
She took the other pitcher and poured half of it on his face. The make-up stood.
He grunted and then-
Just FREAKING turned around and ignored her.
Completely shocked Kyoko wondered briefly if he was used to wake up with pouring water on his face.
She shook her head.
Even your stubbornness is incredible…
But I've got one more ace under the table!
"Tsuruga-san. Kyoko said in her best severe commander tone. You are playing. Your role is a woman. A model, she added to make it easier for him to portrait. And this woman needs to walk confidently right now. The camera is about to roll. Action!"
To her pleasure and relief, thirty seconds later Tsuruga-san stood up suddenly before walking femininely once…two…three steps…
Unfortunately the drowsiness and clumsiness of the alcohol was still in him and he stumbled. Kyoko caught him, put the scarf from one ear to the other and with the help of her arms slid under his shoulders and around them they managed to leave the booth before slowly making their way toward the sortie.
All the while Tsuruga-san was wiggling his backside elegantly and Kyoko couldn't help let escape a few giggles along the path.
Though, with each step Kyoko was a little bit more anxious and resisting the urge to look around to see if they were making it through.
But somehow,
Somehow,
Her crazily-like plan worked.
The resemblance and his height got totally unnoticed. And Kyoko could hear comments like some emocore punk singer or something got wasted and had to be drag out by his girlfriend. Kyoko blushed at this one. Other ones were trashy or a lot more judging. But she didn't care. She managed to fool them. They wouldn't be able to tell Tsuruga Ren got wasted or was even there. Their image in their mind wouldn't even be of an actor.
Slowly slowly they got closer to the get out.
Soon… Just a bit more…
All was for the best when they got out of the club and finally reached the taxi. She breathed out heavily.
She dropped Tsuruga-san in the other side of the seat back and closed the door.
Two done.
She crashed into the exterior bodywork of the car and started to laugh hysterically.
It worked. She did it.
Well, half of it. But the harder riskier part was out of the way.
She still had to get an address out of Kijima-san to give to the driver and got Tsuruga-san safely in his flat.
With some explanations notes and dissolvent. And strong remover and skin cleansing.
She sighed happily after her burst out.
Drunk airyhead and drunk cute fairy man out of the club and in the taxi. Not scattered. Not mutilated. Well not permanently. Not yet.
Reputations did not get ruined.
Let's see positively.