Description: Spring is in the air! While there is much turmoil in Kentou's life, he still makes time to see his good friends. Take Yurika, for instance! Of course, there's the small matter of sneaking his way through an all-girl's school to reach her. Worry not, the boy has a plan! One with... er.. a tiny flaw. What matters have the two to discuss? A tournament in the works? At Seijyun?? And... A favor?! YOU WANT HIM TO WHAT?!?! A request that has to be seen to be believed.. (How will Kentou ever live this one down, folks?!)
As spring finally approaches the city of Southtown, and especially on Seijyun grounds; one particular student is struck with a very interesting idea. At least one interesting in her mind at least. The grounds of the school, however, are blissfully unaware of whatever plans their president may have, many are out helping restore the schools beauty by tending the flower gardens, or using it to accomplish academic classes such as painting the sakura trees.
It's just a little after 12 in the afternoon, so since it's generally lunch break, the yard is pretty occupied. It'd be tough but there are certainly ways that a certain young martial artist can get around without being spotted. Yurika herself is actually not in classes or her office today, but in her room sitting at her desk with a cup of greem tea and a plate of sushi, scribbling away on a sheet of paper with her free hand. And despite it being a little chilly, she's left her window open; almost as if she were anticipateing company! But that isn't the case, she simply likes to hear things.
Spring has indeed sprung.
As wonderful as the improving weather is, the boy wonder has much on his mind. His training has recently transcended to a new level. His Sensei is going through a very... difficult time in her life. His other instructors and friends are all in states of upheaval. Life is not as simple as it used to be.
But that's okay in Kentou's book. Things change, but other things stay the same - the truly important things.
Take his good friend Yurika, for instance! The school president is always unfailingly polite and all smiles. Always kind and patient, prim and proper. Always a breath of fresh air to meet and hang out with and is always looking forward to his frequent visits.
Even if it means braving the wilds of Seijyun every single time.
In some ways, Kentou would rather have to infiltrate Gedo or Pacific than this place! The boy can work with fighting his way into a kingdom of fighters and assorted ruffians. A girly, fru-fru soiree is another matter entirely.
For the love of monkeys, last time he got caught they tried to put bows in his hair! ;.;
During vacations, teacher work-days or weekends its easier for Kentou to sneak in. During lunch break when the beautiful grounds are teeming with giggling and gossiping young ladies.. Its a whole order of magnitude harder.
As such, earlier in the day Kentou drew plans. Huge, bold, warrior plans. He knelt at the foot of his bed with Mister Cluck and Major Boo likewise seated at his strategy session earlier. His half-used red crayon scribbling over notes and rough-pictograms of wobbling rectangles serving as vague representations of Seijyun's layout. Consummate V's identifying clusters of faculty and many tiny stick figures with triangle dresses as regions to avoid.
Nodding sternly to stuffed rooster and panda alike, the boy knew what must be done.
The scene returns to Seijyun dormitory. Present day. 12:23 PM.
"Miss Kirishima?" A polite knock can be heard at the door. An older, woman's voice.
Yurika was always looking forward to seeing how Kentou would get through the obstacle. Of course she had to pull some strings to make sure that Kentou manages to avoid serious trouble; after all the rules are the rules. But over time he'll learn to get through without being detected. And that, in a way, is a way of aiding in training on another level, isn't it? It was a good way for her to measure his skill without resorting to having to fight him directly or constantly watching him.
There's a light knock at her door, and she blinks in mild suprise. She wasn't expecting anyone to come by, and it most definatly didn't sound like Ninon. It doesn't take long for her to arrive at the door and draw it open, greeting the older woman with her usual little smile. "Good-" she starts but stops mid-sentance.
The lady in question is Miss Ayagiri, one of the school faculty whom assists in the dorm management. Typically secretarial duties and other lower end chores with the mail-room and the like. A somewhat portly lady with thick glasses and her hair woven in a prudish bun, not unkind but usually focused on day to day tasks, "Good Afternoon," Cutting the girl off a bit abruptly as she clearly seems to be in something of a rush. Bowing in greeting the lady steps to the side to reveal what seems to be a particularly large brown box. Hastily taped this way and that at the seams and corners.
"A package was left for you." The lady lifts a small note which must have been attached to the box. Squinting harshly at the lettering while adjusting her inch-thick glasses, "MMm.. It says from your family back home in.. Um. I can't read it. Here.."
The lady hastily hands over the note as she somewhat grumpily moves around behind the dolly the box rests upon, "Where would you like me to put it?"
The note, itself, seems hastily scribbled in crayon,
'Dearest Daughter, This is your father writing to yous. Your father, Mister Kirishima. Please assept ths tokin of my esteem. I miss you a lot. Sinseerly, Your dad. Mister Kirishima.'
A box? She wasn't expecting anything from.. Anyone, really. And as far as she knew, Kurow wouldn't send something by mail. That's so odd. The look of suprise gradually falls back into a more neutral expression as she raises one of her gloved hands to tap her cheek thoughtfully. "I see so it's finally arrived, very good."
The note accepted, she then steps to the side and gestures toward the tea table at the center of her room- It's the same as always for the most part, tidy but more heavily decorated with tea cups and plates, and a few half-dummies with unfinished dress designs. "Over there would be just fine, Miss Ayagiri.. Thank you very much." She then opens the note, cringing slightly at the handwriting. Writing that she doesn't recognize for that matter; it seems almost similar to Momo's but with even worse spelling. Was it a prank of some sort? She was in no rush, so she'd of course have plenty of time to try and figure it out.
With a half-vocalized mumble, the hasty lady wheels the creaking conveyance into the room. Edges of the box missing the width of the door by fractions. The faculty staff wastes little time once the dolly rolls within a few feet of the indicated tea table. Tiredly hobbling to the side, she grouses audibly as she levers the somewhat heavy package onto the floor with an audible thump.
Taking a moment to exhale and daintily touch her brow with her fingertips, Miss Ayagiri adjusts her bottle-sized glasses to get a better look at a nearby mannequin, "Ah.. Lovely dress dear. You are gifted.." She mentions.
Too bad that dummy happens to be completely naked. How any mail gets delivered in Seijyun may well be a mystery for the ages.
Wheeling the dolly backwards she then hastily adds, "Have a pleasant day, Miss Kirishima." Bowing repeatedly as she sees herself out.
Leaving Yurika alone with her 'present' from 'Dad'...
The musicians cheeks redden slightly following the comment, and she slowly shakes her head, "I- It's.. Ah.. Thank you.." In her opinion it couldn't hold even a candle to Ninon's designs. But still getting a compliment for the work makes her feel good. Inspired, even, as she simply just didn't like it, herself.
"And a good day to you, thank you.." Yurika then replies, returning the bow with one of her own, then closes the door, tapping her chin with the crayon-written note. It was obvious to her, even without having to look at it, that it wasn't from her father. The young woman circles the box a couple of times, tapping all the sides lightly with her recently aquired violin bow.
She performs an exceptionally crude test; perhaps a bit out of character for herself, and yet thought as necessary. Calculating where the most hallow section would be, she draws back her right hand, and then stabs right into the box, creating a very neatly pierced hole with it's sharp tip.
"YEEK!" Says the box.
As the violin bow lances the dead center of the cardboard vessel, the surprised cry erupts from within. With no tell-tale jolt of impact from the sharp implement, clearly she missed anything residing inside of the packaging. Not due to any lack of trying, that's for sure!
"Wait wait! It's me!" A familiar voice calls out. Moments later the top folds pop open abruptly as a slender fist pumps up into the air.
Kentou bursts forth, -gasping- for air as his hands grip the side of the cardboard. Eyes wide as he stammers, "Uah.. R..remind me to cut.. *huff* ..Air holes.. *puff* n..next time..*huff*"
His alert gaze immediately moves about the room even as he refreshes himself on non-stuffy air for a change. He had meant to wait a moment to make certain Yurika had no other guests or that woman was not lingering. He thought he heard her roll that thing away, but he can't be too careful!
On seeing that his infiltration mission was indeed a success, he turns his proud look back up to his good friend. Giggling in triumph with an ear-to-ear grin, "H..Hi, Yurika-sempai!"
He'll have to give Major Boo a raise for coming up with this one. Three plastic bamboo trees tonight.
"Yeek?" Yurika echos, withdrawing the bow so to set her hands on her knees. The cry was one she actually recognized right away and it's enough to make her smile.. Considerably more brightly than she normally does. She'd have never imagined that he'd come up with a plan like this to get inside!
By the time he's free, he'll see that Yurika is by herself, of course, and dressed in her usual school attire, her hands folded behind her back. "And a good afternoon to you too, Kentou.. That was a very clever infilteration, though I imagine it was very uncomfortable." No apologies for nearly making him a shish-kabob! Though that could be because she's simply so pleased it skipped her mind. Somehow. "You would have had to been very careful with the air hole option.. In many cases it'd be assumed that inside would be a pet of sorts.." Yurika explains as she heads back to her desk and picks up her little white plate. There are three pieces of sushi left, wrapped quite elegently in seaweed with shrimp in the center. "And pets aren't allowed on campus. You took a more risky, but certainly less readable, option. Are you hungry?"
The boy doesn't think twice about that whole 'nearly impaled' matter! After all, his disguise was so perfect clearly even Yurika was fooled! ^.^ He was almost a victim of his own guile and cunning.. Or so he tells himself.
As the coast is clear, the boy rises to his feet. Readjusting his wushuu jacket upon his frame a moment, the boy steps out of his slippers while balancing a hand on the edge of the box. Slinging one leg after the other as his bared feet settle upon the plush carpet. "Heee! Thank you!" Accepting the compliment with a wily grin. ^.^ "Aww, it wasn't too bad! I was .. uh.. I was just getting a little worried that they forgot about me down in the mail-room.. eh-heh.." Idly scritching his long bangs as his gaze slides upward to the ceiling in consideration, "..I THINK that was the mail-room. I hope it was the mail-room..."
The boy hmmms in consideration of Yurika's advice, nodding slowly as he strokes his hairless chin, "Yeah.. Yeah.. They might have been tempted to look inside the box then.. Hmmmmmm.." That's a good point. Its a good thing he didn't think of it!
..Didn't think of.. not.. Doing that.. He didn't.. That is..
Okay. Food time.
"Ooo! Yeah!" The boy boldly then scampers over to the desk while rubbing his palms together in anticipation! She always has great food and drink here. ^.^ The youth has certainly grown much more relaxed in Yurika's presence of late. Upon a time, he was always nervous, always uncertain and self-conscious. He's since come to feel a bit more at home and welcome here. His trust having grown by leaps and bounds. In some ways, this is like a little vacation for him. To take a break, settle down and not worry and fuss over some of the more intense parts of his life. He loves his Sensei dearly and he's thankful for every second he's around her. But, little breaks from routine is still very nice now and again.
As Yurika offers the morsels, the boy happily reaches out to accept one of the sushi rolls and plopping it whole into his mouth. Cheeks shifting around as he chews, processing the food as his eyes process the various new dresses and crafts all around the room. An impressed mumble echos in his throat a moment before swallowing, "Wow Yurika-sempai, you've been busy!"
Once one of them is accepted, Yurika sets the plate back down onto her desk, and she takes her seat again as her dark eyes remain on her company. And not just any company, easily one of her favorite companions to have around. It's really too bad that she wasn't his teacher but she didn't know a thing about chinese-style fighting nor did she really have the time for such a thing. One leg crosses over the other as she sets the note and bow on the desk, then takes her teacup. "I most certainly hope it was the mail room as well. Luckily things move fairly quickly, I've made certain of that myself since I've had to send a lot of messages. Still though, that was quite clever. If you can arrive here again undetected, then I'll give you a reward." the musician challenges.
"I have been keeping busy, yes, with spring here things will start to pick up on campus so I won't have as much time as before to sew.. In fact, I'm in the middle of organizing a half tournament-" That should get Kentou excited, right? "-half pageant; 'Miss Teen Southtown', I call it. I think it should really kick the season off on a competitive yet inspiring note." Awww.
The boy happily semi-circles around the tea table, kneeling down a short distance from the desk comfortably and folding his hands onto his lap. His lips forming a small 'O' as Yurika explains whom keeps the mail moving swiftly around these parts, "Ooooh..I see. Oo!" Voice perking up as he straightens. Taking up the challenge with a bold grin, "Heh! You're on!"
The Kenpo Apprentice has gained confidence in his recent string of successful stealth missions. They were a admittedly a bit sloppy at first, but time and experience has given him much practice and a lot of information on how Seijyun is run. Of course, the boy may never know the full extent of just how much Yurika actually pulls strings to make certain he never really gets caught. But for the moment, he takes that challenge with a smile!
And oooh yes. At the mention of half-tournament Kentou's expression alights. His mousy eyes widen as one could swear the cow-lick upon his head perks with attention. Although, as she continues and explains it to be a MISS Southtown competition, patentedly all girl, his expression sags just a fraction.
Well, it'll still be exciting to watch! And his Sensei will almost -certainly- be participating! ^.^ "That sounds awesome, Yurika-sempai! I bet it'll be pretty huge! There's a lot of really popular fighters in Southtown who'd totally participate!" Holding his arms out in proclamation of its success, "Hotaru-Sensei! Sakura-Sama! Mizuki-sempai! Lots of really great fighters!"
Aaaaand no end of lecherous guys who'll stare at them all. ._. Like that Sergio or that Kadish. ._.
Yurika takes a casual drink from her cup, a good way to hide the devilish smile on her lips. She did that tease on purpose, of course, but she couldn't help it. Kentou is as expressive as always and it is just so completely adorable! Most certainly something she could never tire of. Once the challenge is accepted, of course she doesn't think she'll lose easily. She has control over the difficulty, and thus it will increase his own skill, which in turn will make him more useful to her when the time comes.
"I certainly hope it will be. I am mildly disappointed that the fighting itself will be the real draw but I can live with that in the end." Yurika says. She seems a bit suprised that he rings off some names of people she does and doesn't know. It's then that she really realized how good the contest should be, should things go well. I'm glad you think it's a good idea too, I'm sure you'd go to see your teacher in action, but you'll learn from watching the others as well and speaking of learning.."
Yurika sets her cup down to pick up the note again, so the writing is facing the boy. "Your writing skills need some work. I recommend putting more time into it; there's little more dishonorable than sending a letter of challenge with misspelled words." She knows it isn't a letter of challenge of course. But that wasn't the point. Nor are her words said in a scolding way, her little smile never leaves her lips.
As Yurika admits she's disappointed about fisticuffs being the main draw to such pageantry, Kentou can only sheepishly smile in turn. Rubbing the back of his neck while jostling his braids, he isn't too sure what he can say in defense of his hobby, his career and way of life. This isn't to say the boy thinks down on people who enjoy non-violent pastimes like fashion or modeling and whatever else they do at beauty pageants. Heck, Kentou has never seen a single one in his entire life. He has a vague idea of what they do at such things - Make girls wear pretty dresses and walk around on a stage - But. Well. It.. Uh. It sounds kinda boring to the action-packed, hyper-speed boy. He can appreciate people who enjoy doing what they love and he doesn't begrudge that.
Besides, somehow Yurika can make even things like sewing and dress-making sound kinda interesting to him. Which is a pretty phenominal accomplishment, considering the scrappy youth!
Nodding again to affirm what the violinist suggests is true in actuality, "Yeah.. I think it would be real interestin! I mean.. It might make a lot of people who'd never do that kinda thing at least think about it and.. Hrm?"
His commentary sidetracked as Yurika brings up another matter abruptly. Wide eyes blinking vapidly a moment before slowly drifting down to his own crayon-wrought evidence arrayed before him.
Oh. That.
"Oh.. W..Well.. Ah-hah.." To be honest, Kentou never bothered to think for once second about his cruddy penmanship. The very idea of improving such banal academics in his life just never.. Well it doesn't occur to him. He has so much important training to do! Between that and his work, he barely has time for anything else!
Like that 'school' stuff all the kids seem to be into.
"I.. ah.. I.. I'm sure I'll get aroundtoitsoonerorlater-" His words melding together into a soft mumble until dying off altogether. Sharply clearing his throat, Kentou grins and immediately starts on another subject! "But ooh ooh! When is the Tournament-Pageant going to start?" ^.^ "Where is it gunna be?"
Yurika gives a light chuckle as she closes the note again, holding the folded paper between her fingers. His response is only to be expected of course; and for a moment she's tempted to lecture him.. But she decided she probably gets plenty of that already so she lets it slide.. For now.
"That was what I was thinking, though don't get me wrong, it's not that I dislike fighting.. I just don't particularly enjoy that it overshadows so many more things that are important or even exciting. I hope the other segments will bring that to better light. And if not, well, then I gain a better understanding of today's mind. Either way I win, right?" And the silver-haired student winks to her company.
"Hmmn. I think it may start toward the end of April. I just need a couple more judges and for the stage set-up to be completed. And it will be right here in Seijyun; it's a little selfish, but the more exposure I can give my school as a more 'traditional balanced' school than 'girly fru fru'..." Yurika smirks a bit. "The better, I think. And what about yourself, Kentou? It's been quite some time."
Kentou had figured that Yurika's interest in fighting is not quite so black and white as 'love it' or 'hate it'. She did offer to duel him, after all! And she didn't seem like she was doing something terribly distasteful. He simply presumes that its more of an.. idle pursuit for her. More of a thing she picked up on the side, living with her power-hungry brother and all.
Regardless, Kentou nods to the points the class president raises. "Hai!" He emphatically replies! Maybe it will bring some awareness to the subject to people who never considered it before. And hey.. If there's fighting, he can't wait to watch! *_*; Selfish a bit, perhaps.
"End of April.. Ooo! That's really soon then! You'll have to send out the invitations and fliers and stuff really fast!" Kentou advises, pounding his fist to his upraised palm with a definitive thump. At the stress on 'girly fru fru' the boy's smile twitches a bit, a soft chortle dies in his throat but makes no real comment on that.
It is true that Gedo, Pacific and their now-famous rivalry has been getting a lot of press lately. Seijyun does have a lot of star-power though! His own Sensei attends here and she's one of the best there is in his opinion! He's been hearing more about this 'Zaki' lately, and he certainly hasn't forgotten Yurika's comment on how she's supposed to be the strongest Seijyun has to offer. Something the boy is intent on uncovering for himself soon..
As Yurika turns the tables and asks him, the boy blinks a bit, "Me? Oh.. Well.."
His eyes grow distant, thoughts swirling and touching on the flood of happenstance in his life of late. Frei's brother, Kataki. Hotaru's sudden madness. Mizuki attacked. K' at the YFCC. How far his training has come and the things he has begun to learn. Its getting to be quite the long story!
But then, the youth doesn't want to bore the upper class-woman or otherwise worry her about the chaos in his life. Instead, after several moments of silent, hasty contemplation he adds, "W.Well my training is going great! I've gotten so.. sooo much better! Hotaru-Sensei has taught me SO much! Instructor Frei has as well, he's teaching me some amazing things I never thought I could do before! And.. Ah.. You know.. Keeping up the old job.. Uh.. Trying to find time to spar fighters-Oh! Oh!" A thought occurs to him as he beams! "I fought Sakura-Sama! Isn't that great?? She actually let me fight her! It was soooooo cool! She was -SO- so good! It was totally amazing!" His arms failing at his sides as he gushes! *.*
Of course he doesn't make a comment, Yurika thinks. But again she doesn't seem to be the slightest bit put off by her company. She understands Kentou's respect for Hotaru, and has gradually be noticing his acceptance of female fighters being quite capable foes. All that she hopes is that his open mindedness continues to expand on that level. "It's all right, a lot of the blame could easily be placed on this school. The rumors and perceptions have an obvious origin even in my eyes."
As for Zaki being the strongest in the school.. If Kentou asked again, she'd be more hesitant with her answer. She notices the lengthy hesitance in his response. "Oh I see, more instructors that's very very interesting. A good decision, I think, so long as you're not trying to take in too much information at once. Hmmn yes, Sakura Kasugano.."
Yurika met her personally for the first time not even a week ago. She's aware of her popularity, and has seen quite a bit of her fighting and yet.. She doesn't share Kentou's excitement. "She was the King of Fighters champion for a reason most certainly.." the musician replies. "Though that must have been a very difficult fight, I understand her skill is beyond exceptional.. Possibly a contender even for my brother. It's a little frightening to me but also inspiring. I just wish her personality wasn't so.. Well. You know. Boyish. Did you know that she's actually a student-teacher at this school? For physical education, I believe."
Seijyun may have a popular stigma of being 'weak', but Kentou has begun to do the math and realize that's hardly the case. He's seen strength first hand and there's no longer any illusion about physical size and genuine power having anything to do with eachother. Kentou, himself, has felled fighters who were literal giants. And yet, waifish little girls have defeated him so decisively he realizes he never had a prayer against them in the first place.
As Yurika cautions about teaching overload, the boy back-pedals his commentary. Lifting his hands and waving them placatingly as he briskly adds, "Oh! I only have one real Sensei! Hotaru-Sensei asked Instructor Frei to help me with my Chi lessons. He's really, really good at it! A specialist actually! I don't have like.. A whole bunch of teachers or anything haha.. No no.."
However, as Yurika seems rather.. unenthusiastic about Sakura, the boy's own enthusiasm takes a hit. His jaw clenching as she makes the comparison between the noble fighter and her own brother.
Its.. A difficult subject for Kentou to deal with. He doesn't want to insult Yurika's family in front of her. She doubtlessly loves her brother like any sister should. He can't imagine how difficult it must be for her to have a brother whom is so..
...Nefarious.
Kentou has nothing but distain for fighters like him. He may be as strong as Sakura, and he'll begrudgingly admit that having now fought both of them, but he'll never match her in honor. However, the youth does not wish to make Yurika uncomfortable for even a moment. Instead, the boy quickly catches onto the last few bits of sentence and chimes in, "Oh? Really?! Wow! I didn't know Sakura actually taught here!" His eyes widening, "Geez! Between Sakura-Sama, Hotaru-Sensei, you and Zaki-san.. Seijyun is going to obliterate all of the other schools! You guys will totally dominate the tournament!" ^.^ Trying to focus now on complementing her fine school and what will assuredly be their upcoming victory!
Yurika ooohs, her brows raised and her lips pursed in an 'o'. She had been doing a lot of chi training herself, but in her mind it was unlikely it was being taught or even used in the same manner as her little companion. But she nods in understanding when the clarification is given.
There's a mild bit of regret to the hit taken to Kentou's enthusiasm.. She notes to be more careful about that in the future; she doesn't want him saying things just to make her comfortable after all- That does her no good. Yet at the same time she wonders if that's even possible. Over time, perhaps. Yurika has a slightly more spirited nod to the mention of the 'sure thing' that would be the tournaments finals. "It's possible, it would certainly be a wonderful turn for Seijyun, yes. I have a bit of concern for Sakura's manners, but I truly do believe that the end result will be a very positive one for my classmates. Ah.. Actually that does remind me. While I need to return to work momentarily I wanted to tell you something.. I would like to cash in my favor from you when you have the chance."
The boy quickly nods, redoubling the effort of his smile as he tries to quickly smooth over the somewhat dour note the conversation had taken. Happy to put the subject of Kurow to the side, he instead focuses on Sakura's virtues! ..Or.. possibly lack-thereof in Yurika's eyes.
After a moment of consideration, Kentou can start to see how Yurika may have an issue with the plain-speaking, unmanered girl. After meeting the celebrity in person.. He has to admit she's a lot like him! Which is to say, very unlady-like. She does seem like 'one of the guys' so to speak. Which is diametrically opposed to Yurika's propriety. In retrospect, Kentou doesn't really understand why he finds Yurika so fascinating if he was forced to explain the odd friendship pairing. On paper, looked at abstractedly, he shouldn't get alone with her much at all.
But.. There's something about her nature. The politeness. The careful tradition in everything she does. A kind of Renaissance in the things she does that Kentou finds fascinating to watch. It is a bit like Hotaru-sensei's own gentleness. And also like.. well.
Nothing he would mention, anyway.
"I'm sure Sakura-Sama will work out just fine! She's -so- incredibly skilled, she can teach students here so much! I mean, that's pretty top class talent there! Other schools would -kill- to get an instructor like Sakura!"
And thus, Yurika brings up the matter of a favor owed.. The boy stares absently a moment. He.. Actually kinda-sorta forgot about that. "Oh.. Ooh.. r..right.." His voice picking up speed as the details of that matter are recalled, "..Right.. Of course! You bet! Whatcha need, Yurika-Sensei?" In the end, the boy would do just about anything for her anyway. Slowly standing up from his kneeling position, the boy shakes out his legs a little to get the circulation going again. Preparing to get back on the move and let Yurika get back to work. ^.^
Yurika's eyes seem to distractedly glance to the side, a gloved hand raised to her lips to tap lightly at the lower. And then her attention seems to shift back to the small fighter. ".. Would they? That.. Makes sense in a way, I think. I'll remember that. As for the favor well it's a simple one. I've been having difficulty makeing dresses. You notice they do look nice, but none of them are complete, nor do I feel comfortable completing them.."
She gestures to the three dummies. They do somewht look complete to those not familiar with gothic lolita attire. "I've used dolls, but making small ones is too easy. I need someone about four foot eleven, with a slender but also toned build for me to progress evenly.."
Her legs uncross, though her knees remain tightly pressed togeather as she sets her hands on her knees. "I think you would fit that role quite well. Could I ask for your help in my 'training'?"
The boy's wide eyes remain attentive as he stretches out a bit. Swiveling his middle side to side, then holding out his arms at length even as she speaks. Being couped up in that box for so long was starting to give him cramps!
As the class president mentions her dresses, the boy's vivacious gaze travels to the progressive works in turn. They seem professional quality to him! Not that he's a terrific judge of such things, as he only peripherally knows what a dress should look like. But, they certainly look complicated and interesting endeavors.
Rather, as she mentions not feeling comfortable working on them further.. The boy's puzzled expression returns to her. Squinting in incomprehension, but before he can question further she's seeing fit to explain the whys of her tailoring impasse.
Oh! A live model! Hm! Yes, Kentou can understand that. It is a lot like his own training, after all. He only learns the most important things when fighting a live opponent in a real battle! The same kind of principle would surely apply even to things like tailoring and dress-making. The most important things Yurika can only learn and create when her talents are 'in use' so to speak.R "I see.. I see.." Kentou mumbles as he props his chin upon his hand, his opposite gripping that elbow as his eyes search the ceiling for answers, "Mm hnn.. Four foot eleven.. slender and toned.." Lets see, are there any girls he knows that fit those dimensions? Hotaru is close to that, isn't she? Mizuki is way taller than Hotaru so she wouldn't do.. Maybe he could ask his sensei then. Ah! yes, yes. He could fit that role quite well too. Maybe if he asked-
W..
Da.Dah.DUAH..
"W..WHAT?!" Kentou blurts out, utterly shocked as the truth of Yurika's request finally sinks into his disbelieving brain. His cherubic cheeks burning like embers as his eyes threaten to eclipse the sun with their increased size. Hands twitching in the air, mirroring the slight tic developing in his lower eyelid.
"Y..You?!..M..Me?! D..D..D.." His fingers pointing to himself and her alternatingly, as if two seperate minds were running the limbs independently. "..Dr..Dress?!" Flailing digits now including the frilly crafts in their gesticulations.
This is going to take another moment to compute. Bare with.
"..W..Wait..WHAT?!?"
Yurika simply gives a nod of her head, as if she were asking the simplest of things; like handing her a pencil or some such. "Yes, ah, would that be a problem?" she asks, feining hesitance and slight nervousness. Yurika sits up a little straighter, and her expression grows more hesitant still.
"Hmn well.. I suppose there is the fact you're a boy but.. I had figured that since no one really knows that you're here anyway it wouldn't really be a problem. Mmmngh.. Well, I suppose I could try something a little less than perfect then.." Yurika's voice somewhat rambles, as her gaze once again averts to the side.
And there the boy is. Completely flabbergasted.
"I..Wel..." Words tripping over each other as Kentou stammers, a whole slew of conflicting thoughts battering together as the youth's gaze drifts from side to side.
Well, true. Nobody needs to knoooow about it. Here, secretly in Yurika's dorm he could just..
But.. Modeling a dress?? He can't do that! That's.. That's against the rules! If anybody, -anybody- found out about it he'd be laughed at forever and ever! He has a fighting career to think about after all! The scandal! ;.; This could even reflect poorly on Hotaru-Sensei! She may have to actually disown him if she found out about it!
A whole heap of checks in the 'No' column keeps the boy quiet as his lips press together firmly.
But then again.. He does owe Yurika a lot. And.. Its.. Its not that big a deal right? He's just.. doing it as a favor. Just a favor.
"N.. You won't tell a..anyone? R..Right?" The youth slowly ventures in a quiet, secretive tone. His eyes already moving to the door as if worrying about someone listening in on the sly.
Yurika is putting all her eggs in one basket, as it were. She's well aware that to Kentou, his pride is on the line here! So then, why would she even want to do such a thing? .. Well. Rationally perhaps it's not all that 'out there' when one thinks about it. The musician continues to look mildly lost, murmuring something to herself while Kentou processes the ups and downs.. And then offers the slightest of verbal consideration.
"Hmn?" She replies quietly, as if she had been distracted, "Wh- Kentou, I most certainly would not tell neither you or I could risk it.. It's highly unusual for a designer to have to create female clothing with a male model why if it got out.. I'd.. Well I'd be the laughing stock of designers everywhere!" The musician glances upward then, and both of her gloved fingertips touch either of her cheeks in mild worry. "It'd be very risky for me but.. I don't have much time left, Kentou. And I know that you would keep it a secret too. But if it's asking too much, I understand." Sniff.
An odd thing that Kentou finds it both comforting and worrying that much is on the line for Yurika as well should such a scandal ever get out.
After all, if she's so desperate that she's willing to risk such extreme measures.. How can he not muster as much daring and courage as she? How can he not help her?
A sloooow inhale, his mousy eyes closing tightly a moment.
"Okay...."
The answer managing to escape his lips as he forces it out in a rushed exhale. His cheeks completely flustered as he folds his hands behind the small of his back. Bare foot gliding along the carpeting in small circles, "..I.. I'll do it.. I.. I wouldn't want to let you down, Yurika-Sempai.." Managing to summon forth a brightening smile, eyes returning to her.
He better not regret this! ._.;
Yurika's dark eyes return to Kentou and his own, her hands settling lightly on her lap as he debates his response. Though Yurika can tell already that she isn't going to be rejected and inside that makes her feel pretty good. On the other hand, what exactly is so impressive about manipulating a young boy? Not much, but this opportunity is something she'd been hoping to gain for quite some time!
Her expression brightens, not completely ecstatic, but clearly a pleased smile graces her features, and she wastes little time attempting to approach the young fighter and give him a big hug. "You really mean it? Kentou, thank you so so much, thank you this means so much to me, you're such a sweetie. I'll need to you come by twice over the next few weeks then, ok?"
The youth doesn't know about this. Kentou can feel butterflies in his stomach, feeling uneasy about this decision. He can only wonder exactly what he got himself signed up for here..
But! As Yurika quickly hugs the shorter youth warmly, a far more genuine smile brightens his expression as his own arms lift to return the affection, "Aww.. Its no big deal! I owe you a lot and I'm happy to help you out in a pinch. Its what friends are for, right?" The youth speaks insistently. Perhaps trying to convince himself of those very words.
The boy tightens the hug just a fraction before stepping back, looking up to her and nodding at the instructions. Twice over the next few weeks should be manageable. "Sure, sure! Will do." ^.^
What are friends for, after all? Besides, let it be known that Kentou is a boy who always repays his debts! Even if he... can barely remember what they were.
Yurika, when she draws away, has already circled Kentou's chest with measureing tape. There's nothing but business in her eyes now as she's quite quick; doing the same for his waist, and then holds the tape vertically for height. "Excellent. Anytime after three in the afternoon is acceptable, and of course the challenge still applies. The grounds will get busier as the pageant gets closer so you'll have to think more carefully. And so.."
Arms are measured, so are legs, and with that she is done, getting to her feet and giving the young man a light hair ruffle. "Well then I believe this is where we both part ways again, Kentou. Thank you very much for visiting me again, it's always a treat to see you."
The boy emits a surprised squack as Yurika's hands come away from around him, brandishing a cloth measuring tape. o.o
The youth's dumbfounded expression follows her assertive movements as he holds still for her investigations. Not immediately out of a conscious desire to be helpful, though he certainly does wish to help, but more because he wasn't expecting the process to begin immediately!
Yurika-sempai is not one to waste time, it would seem!
"A...Ah s..sure.." He mumbles a bit, his arms held perfectly outstretched as she measures their length, "..Oh! Yeah! Totally we're still on!.. I-eeEeee!" Eyes widening for a moment as she measures the length of his leg, earning a surprised chortle!
"He..eheee!" Well, someones ticklish! "C..Careful there! Ahn-"
And just as he begins to stumble back, his long bangs get ruffled about. Offering squeaks of resistance as he fusses his wild hair back into a semblance of order a moment later.
If he didn't know better, he'd say she was teasing him! Sheesh.
"..Oh! R..right.." Kentou stammers, having gone on something of a whirlwind of activity as he achieves emotional highs and lows in record time. Right! Right. Better let her get back to work, and he's got some training to do left today!
The boy offers his good friend another hasty bow from the waist, fist clapping to palm, "Thank you for having me, Yurika-sempai!"
Grinning to her one more time as he quickly steps within the box to retrieve his slippers..
...Then it dawns on him..
...Now how is he going to get off-campus, now that he snuck in?
"...Huh.."
Log created on 21:30:04 04/04/2008 by Kentou, and last modified on 18:11:34 04/06/2008.