PERFECT DISASTER [RESERVED]

[airirii]

Title: Perfect Disaster [RESERVED]
Setting: Deliciae - Friday, 8:45 PM -> Martedì Grasso, Venice, Italy, 1737
Characters: Suzuki Airi and Nakajima Yuuto
Rating: PG-13 for possible swearwords

After being chased out of school by a random teacher, Airi decided to get some exercise. Mainly- walking around Tokyo, window-shopping.

After passing by ten 7-11

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[aibiki_no_love]

If he were any normal person, the hostility on her face would be apparent. But no, he was Yuuto, and therefore was stupidly oblivious to such trivial things such as a look that could kill. Saihara, however, swallowed nervously, lagging behind as Yuuto made a move over to the girl.

“Yuu-to, Nakajima Yuuto. You forgot?” he sang, bounding over to her. Weird little Suzuki Airi, one year his junior, the girl who he never seemed to be able to solve, she was a puzzle. A silence wore on, and he swallowed, gaze darting between her and Saihara, who answered his phone and was practically yelling into it. Something about his mother and dammit, leave him alone and what he didn’t want to go home. Soon after, he mumbled of having to get home, of Yuuto better going in the boutique and trying on some costume, and of a hurried goodbye.

Watching as his companion became a speck in the distance, he turned back to Airi. “You going in?” Yuuto chirped, conjuring up a smile, and pushed open the front door. The bell tinkled, and he held her gaze for a moment, waiting for an answer.

[airirii]

Airi nodded and let herself in, not looking back at him.

The door shut without a sound and she swore she felt a bit of a chill in the air. Deliciae Boutique, as it was called. Was full of costumes. Costumes that actually looked... beautiful. At first glance, she thought it was for cosplay, but- these costumes looked too good for that. It was like- people made them for a living. Interesting, she thought, completely forgetting about the idiot behind her.

Airi spotted an elegant navy blue ensemble coupled with a party mask. She grinned.

What harm could a single costume do?

[aibiki_no_love]

Frowning lightly as she ignored him (much like the other times he tried to talk to her, but no matter), Yuuto followed behind her. Everything in the store made him stop and stare. This was not something you would see normally anywhere, even if this was Tokyo. Making his way beside Airi, Yuuto reached out for one of the dresses, too tempted to not touch them.

Lace and pearls and velvet and silk, these were expensive things. Did they sell this? There wasn’t a cashier, nor was there a price tag. Pushing those thoughts away, he smiled again. “It’d look good on you, you know?” Laughing softly, he shook his head, before the dressing rooms caught his eye. Maybe…maybe they were allowed to try all these on? Saihara did say something about wearing a costume, after all.

[airirii]

Airi thought about how good this would look on her.

Blue was her color, after all. But, this dress- it sure was long. Something out of.. The Hunchback of Notre Dame. But- wait, that seemed too.. modern. This looked like something from Marie Antoinette. That was it. It looked- elegant. It looked like royalty. It was beautiful. She grinned.

Then, she spotted a matching one. For guys. With a mask identical to the one the dress had.

An idea hit her.

Airi tapped Yuto's shoulder.

"Hey. I have an idea-" she said, hand on his shoulder while smiling sweetly.

Surely, he won't reject her now. The poor, innocent boy.

[aibiki_no_love]

He kept staring at the clothing, fingers dancing over the material, probing randomly. It looked like something out of a dream. Dreams were nice, something to cling onto. Lost in thought, he thumbed a pearl button absentmindedly, dying to try on one of the ridiculous outfits. They looked fun and it would be really amu-“Hmm? Idea?” Coming back down to earth hard, Yuuto looked at her, as though suddenly reminded of her existence.

And she was smiling at him. That was a first. He liked it, he decided then and there. “That’s good! Tell me, ne?” Returning her smile, he had no idea what tragedy awaited.

[airirii]

"What if.. I wore this-" she raised the matching pair. But, she gestured for the one meant for guys. She could see him falling for her plan. "- and you wore this" she raised the one meant for girls. His expression morphed into a sort that would have read "ARE YOU KIDDING ME." if wrote on paper.

"I'll give you ten Pocky boxes if you do~" she nudged, grinning wider. Miraculously, her face hasn't broken in two... yet.

[aibiki_no_love]

She was happier than he had ever seen her, and really, that was a triumph in his head. He had been trying to talk to her for ages, since she was part of his mission to become friends with every living organism on this earth. When she lifted the matching outfits (part of him wondered, isn’t this something only a couple would do?) and asked that he wore the other, ne gave a nod, and then said to confirm, “Sure!”

Of course, in his head, he was to wear that one for guys. Ay, for an honors student, he wasn’t very smart, and was completely lacking in the logic department. Oh well. “Come on then~ I have to get home before ten or else I’d lose my head.” He began to make way to the fitting rooms, arm outstretched to receive the costume from her.

bad move.

[airirii]

Airi raised an eyebrow. Before Ten? What a good son. She gave him the dress and closed the curtain for him. She went into another one herself and closed the curtain.

The changing room was oddly spacey. Three people could fit inside. And- there wasn't a mirror to see if the costume fit you perfectly. Nevertheless, she unzipped her uniform and got into the costume. The shorts (Shorts? Bermuda Shorts? Pants? Whatever it was) that she thought would hit under her knees, magically fit perfectly. The top, which she thought would make her fell large, strangely fit, too.

Then, there was the mask. She untied her bun and let her hair flow down her shoulders. She secured the mask and let go.

She looked down and saw boots on her feet.

What the-

Airi felt hungry, all of a sudden. She stepped out of the changing room and waited outside.

What was taking him so long?

[aibiki_no_love]

“What the…hell…” Staring at the costume as Airi closed the curtains shut, Yuuto twitched. This had to be some sort of mistake. Yes. It had to be. But she had wanted him to do this. Urgh. Decisions, decisions. Did refusing this mean he’d never get a chance to be her friend? Giving an irritated grunt, he took a deep breath, and stripped.

The dress fit, even if it was a little heavy because of all the material, and admittedly, it was a pretty dress. Though, he was sure he didn’t look good in this because it was…well…a dress. Shifting in it awkwardly, the world began to become woozy and he panicked.

What. The. Hell. This was a bad idea. It was a very bad idea. He was going to murder Saihara tomorrow.

[airirii]

"HEY, ARE YOU DONE YET? I want to look at you~" she teased, tugging at the curtain lightly. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realizes she just sounded like a girl with her boyfriend, but doesn't really think about it.

She hears shuffling on the other side and returns to her original position, admiring and whistling at the boots that seem to have appeared out of nowhere.

[aibiki_no_love]

“N-no! W-what! Stop it!” he squeaked, voice unnaturally high pitched and flushing seventy-three shades of red. He hadn’t faced the mirror yet, and the heat was unbearable and he felt like he was going to faint. He moved around a bit more, examining the dress, and hten pulled open the curtain, waiting to be laughed at.

His face was still red, Yuuto was sure of it, and he was covering his eyes with one hand. This was one huge nightmare. He would wake up any moment now. But hey, at least she looked probably just as ridiculous as he di-“Wow, pretty,” the words left his mouth automatically. It fit her. She looked like a very girlish guy, but it fit her.

[airirii]

Airi smirked. He looked not quite bad. Almost half as amazing as she did.

"Of course it's pretty, it's on me, doofus." She pulled him by the hand, careful not to damage the costumes, as they were not paid yet.

"I think I saw a mirror here, somewhere-" she said, boots thudding on the wooden floor. She thought she heard high heels stepping on the floor, then she figured it must have been him.

She spotted the mirror and snatched her hand away, and put both of them on her hips.

"See? We look fabulous."

Then, Airi sneezed.

[aibiki_no_love]

“I do not look fabu-” “lous! I am in a friggin’ dress!” he had meant to finish, but was interrupted in midsentence when the whole scenery just shifted. “Holy shit!” cursing, something completely unlike him, he knew he was on a verge of a nervous breakdown. He was in a dress, the room was moving, and, have I mentioned, HE WAS IN A DRESS. Obviously, that was more important than the room moving.

Every changed once he blinked. New sights, new smells. Looked like Europe too. Inhale, exhale. Putting those yoga lessons in use, Yuuto turned, glancing at the girl with concern (hmm, her hair was shorter than he remembered it).“Suzuki-chan…tell me I’m dreaming or I was doing crack because where the hell are we?”

[airirii]

Airi, at first, didn't know what to say.

Then she saw the guy beside him- What was his name again? She was about to turn to him when she noticed she was.. towering over him. His hair was longer now-

AND WHAT THE FUCK, HE HAD BOOBS?

Airi pinched herself.

When that didn't work, she slapped herself.

That didn't work, too. So, she looked down at her own breasts. She gasped when she felt them up.

Gone.

HER MEASLY BREASTS WERE GONE. SHE HATED THAT THEY WERE SMALL, BUT- THEY WERE GONE? Good God.

She feels a little woozy before noticing that there were people. Everywhere. A Band was playing. This looked like a set in a movie. She looked around. How was this possible? Was it Time Travel? She shook her head.

That was impossible. It wasn't possible to Time Travel to the Past. She shook her head again, before she noticed that people started to dance.

[aibiki_no_love]

He had…shrunk? Airi looked taller than he was. It was a weird feeling. Now, Yuuto had been tall most of his pubescent years, every since he was thirteen, he was no longer a midget. He was pretty tall, nearing six feet, and he was damn proud of it. “What are you…staring at-oh, OH.” Looking downwards, there was an unusual two lumps where there shouldn’t have.

“I have boobs…” Yuuto muttered dazedly, blinking, before groping. “What, what, I have boobs! Why do I have boobs? Why don’t you have boobs? Why am I so short? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” All the breathing exercises in the world couldn’t help him now. Trying this dress on had turned him into a girl. It was ridiculous. It was beyond ridiculous.

Taking Airi’s hand in his (hers? His? Urgh, confusing), Yuuto tugged her away from the crowd of people who had started to stare. “I hope you’re happy!” he hissed, “I’m a girl! You’re a…a guy! This is, oh god.”

[airirii]

"WHAT IS THIS. WHAT IS THIS. WHAT IS THIS. WHAT IS THIS. WHAT IS THIS." She babbled incoherently, repeating it every millisecond.

This was definitely not a movie. Was it a dream? She didn't know. All she knew was that- She didn't know the guy's name yet. And that she was- a guy. Oh Lord, help her.

She let go of his hand when they reached a secluded area. The lights were dim and she wanted to take off her mask.

But, she couldn't. She frowned.

"WHAT IS THIS?!" she asked again, completely dumbfounded and forgetful of her hostile nature towards him.