[Log] The PPP log XD
Who: Shishido Ryou, OOC!Shishido (Shishi) and OOC!Oshitarti (Yuushi)
When: Shortly after Shishi moves in with Shishido.
Rating: PG-13 for Shishido’s potty mouth and cross-dressing?
Summary: The infamous Pretty Pretty Princess log. Shishi, Yuushi and an unwilling Shishido sit down to play Shishi’s favorite game.
Now fully illustrated (sorta XD) !!!!!!!
Shishido-clone found himself sitting on the couch in the empty living room of his original’s home. The entire family, including Shishido himself, was out working or running errands, and he wasn’t sure what to do. There was certainly no way he was going outside by himself! Who knew what was out there, and the chord on his hairdryer wasn’t that long…..
Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ring. He immediately jumped behind the couch, startled at the sudden noise. When nothing happened, he peeked his head out from behind the couch, looking at the door. Should he see who it was? It could be some psycho! Or even worse, a door-to-door salesmen! Still, he was feeling a little curious, so he quietly went over to the window, hairdryer in hand, and looked out.
Shishido-clone was surprised to see Oshitari standing at the door. Or….maybe it wasn’t Oshitari…He remembered talking to Oshitari’s clone, Yuushi he said he wanted to be called, on the computer. Maybe that’s who it was!
There was only one way to find out. Still clutching the hairdryer, Shishido-clone walked over to the door and opened it.
"Shishido clone! I'm so glad to have finally found you! You have no idea how long I searched for you! Dear, I simply must come up with something else to call you. 'Shishido clone' does not suit you. 'Ryou' maybe? Shishi? You like that? I like that. Shishi-chan has a certain ring too it as well, don't you think?"
Yuushi's plan was to overwhelm Shishido with his loud personality. It was a tactic he often successfully used on everybody. Without giving Shishido clone any time to answer, Yuushi practically jumped on him. Bear hugging him and disarming him of his dryer at the same time. Yuushi was not in the mood to have hot air blasted in his face. He was already hot and tired from searching all over Hyoutei for Shishido. No, now was NOT the time for more heat.
Yuushi had promised to play a game of Pretty Pretty Princess with Shishido clone in the name of data gathering. At first Yuushi thought it was a bizarre dress up game, given some of the other clones behavior, the idea wasn't out of the questions. He was very relieved to find out that he was only going to play a board game.
Shishi, as Yuushi was calling him now, was a little overwhelmed by Yuushi’s enthusiastic greeting, which had been Yuushi’s plan all along. Still, that answered the question of which Oshitari it was….
“H-hi…Yuushi-san..” he said, eyes following the hairdryer in Yuushi’s hand, “Wh-what are you doing here….and um….how did you find Shishido’s house..?”
"You don't remember? We made a date. Shishi....." Yuushi pouted. "Not only do I spend AGES looking for you, but when I find you it seems you're ready to assault me with this weapon? That hurts." He then proceeded to make big sad puppy dog eyes at Shishi in hopes of calming him down a little more with a small guilt trip. "Pretty Pretty Princess ring a bell?"
"See, I even brought it with me!" Yuushi held the box up for Shishi to see. "You left it in the bathroom. Very careless of you."
Shishido clone’s eyes lit up at that. He remembered now that Yuushi had said he’d play with him. He found a big, bright smile forming on his face, Choutarou didn’t want to play with him anymore, and when he mentioned it to Shishido, his original had stared at him weird and slapped himself on the forehead….
He really needed to stop doing that. It looked painful and he could hurt himself.
“Uh-huh.” He nodded, happily, “You’ll really play with me? That’s so nice!”
He reached out and took the game boldly from Yuushi’s arms, as well as his hairdryer, “Have you learned how to play?” he asked, “Or should I show you?”
"I'm afraid you'll have to show me. No worries, I'm a quick learner!"
Truthfully, Yuushi could care less about the game or it's rules, he only wanted a chance to observe Shishi at something that didn't strike fear in his heart. "I'm going to help myself to something to drink. You go ahead and set up."
Shishido-clone, or Shishi, went about setting up the game. He quickly confiscated the blue piece for himself while Yuushi was in the kitchen. He hoped Oshitari’s clone wasn’t doing anything that would get him in trouble….
Still he was excited, someone wanted to play a game with him that wasn’t that scary tennis. There were no balls flying at him in Pretty Pretty Princess.
Shishido had a helluva time tracking down the Ohtori clone and by the time he had found him, he was rather tired, exhausted, and crabby. It had taken all his remaining self control to not yell at the Choutarou double every single time he came to close to him or tried to hug him or tried to glomp him.
Not so unexpectedly, by the time they reached his house, he was a time bomb that was ready to go off at any moment.
That was why, when he found Oshitari - or who looked to be Oshitari - rummaging through his refrigerator, he let out a low growl. He whirled back around to face Oshitari.
"What the fucking hell do you think you're doing here?" His voice was clipped and the tone of voice was pleasant, but the hardness in his eyes showed anything but. He rested his hands on his hips and aimed a glower at the taller boy.
Thank god my parents and aniki aren't home yet...
"I'm looking for some juice. Do you have any besides orange or apple? How about orange-peach-mango? Dole makes that. It's wonderful." Yuushi kept rummaging through the refrigerator without looking up. The real Shishido didn't sound happy, not that Yuushi really cared. "Tea. Cheese. Water. Grapes. Milk....almost out of date. You should dispose of this soon. NFU! Orange juice it is."
Yuushi kept ignoring Shishido's glare and preceded to plop the carton down on the counter then continued going through the kitchen like he was at home. As quickly as he found the glasses one would almost think he was at home.
"You want me to pour you a glass too?" He asked with a very big, very wide smile.
.. NFU?! WTFH?! That is NOT Oshitari!
Shishido counted to three under his breath - he tried counting to ten, but with each move that the clone Oshitari made, one second was lost - then he slammed the cabinets and refrigerator shut and snatched the glass and juice out of the clone's hands and set them on the table with a loud 'clink'.
"What the HELL makes you think you can come to my house uninvited and do whatever the fuck you want?! Get OUT of MY HOUSE! RIGHT THIS VERY FUCKIN' MINUTE!" He roared as he grabbed two fistfuls of the other boy's shirt.
For someone who wasn't all that big - at least compared to Choutarou - Shishido had plenty of sleek muscles on his lithe body to make him fairly strong. Now that he was furious, it was as if his strength had doubled or tripled and he found himself dragging the other boy out of his kitchen and to the door. His grip was like iron and it was as if his feet were made of lead as he stomped angrily to the door.
"Fucking hell... Someone's really going to get it this time, I swear to the holy Shinto gods... God DAMMIT!
Shishi cringed at the sound of his original's shouting, particularly at some of the more....'colorful'...words that were used.
He wasn't sure if he was happy or not to see Shishido. The other boy was really scary himself when angry! He was even dragging Yuushi bodily out the door! He didn't think he could ever do that, even if he tried.
"But...Shishido...." he said, "he came over to play with me..."
He tried to hide the disappointment in his voice at see his playmate being shoved out the door. After all, Shishido still looked angry...what if he kicked Shishi out of the house?! Then where would he go to?! Maybe back to Hyoutei...but hadn't someone said that they burned down a building there?!
Shishido growled, but the sound of his double's voice made him stop in his tracks. He sighed and this time, managed to count to ten before he said anything else. With great reluctance, he released his hold on the Oshitari clone's shirt and backed away, just a little.
"Oi, then what is he doing raiding my refrigerator? Why didn't he give me a call to let me know he was coming over? Or leave a message? He should at least respect my family's home!" His eyes flashed cobalt in accusation at the dark haired young man. "Or at least explain himself when I ask what he's doing here." He added, between gritted teeth.
"I spent hours looking for Ohtori because Choutarou still didn't get ahold of him yet and Ohtori was hangin' all over me and then I come home and see this! Excuse me for getting a little upset here." He growled again and sighed and rubbed his temples. "I didn't realize he had come over here to... play with you." He lowered his voice and shook his head.
What in the world was he going to do?!
Once Shishido released him Yuushi practically collapsed on the kitchen floor. Yuushi did his best to pout and look pitiful. Truthfully he was a bit shaken since he hadn't expected Shishido to react that violently or be that strong. Learn a little something everyday. 'Waiii data!' a little voice in his head squealed.
"I'll answer your questions," Yuushi said with a slight sniff. "I was 'raiding'...I don't like that word. I was searching for something to drink. I've been wandering aaaaall oooover Hyoutei looking for Shishi. I left no bathroom stall unchecked no matter if it was located in the men's or women's restroom! I'm sure you can imagine, since you seem to have been in a similar situation, it's very easy to work up a sweat doing that. I only wanted a little juice to cool me down. I offered you a glass tooooo. I ALSO warned you about your milk about to spoil! You're MEAN!"
Yuushi kept sitting on the floor trying very very hard not to break out into a fit of laugher and look like the poor pitiful assaulted clone that he was supposed to be. He doubted all his theatrics had much, if any, effect on Shishido but he was 95% sure it made him uncomfortable. Always a plus in Yuushi's book.
Shishido didn't fall for the pouty-faced look one bit. So far, only one - errrr two - people were able to quell his temper with such antics. One being Choutarou, the other being his own double. His suspicions of the Oshitari clone only made him bristle further upon seeing the pouty faced look. He didn't trust people who were always after his data. He hadn't taken a shine to Inui during their match - and good thing too, apparently, seeing the mess they were all in now - and he wasn't taking much of a shine to the Oshitari clone either.
"And why in the world did you end up at MY house? Just a lucky guess that... Shishi would be here? Or did you know all along and just decided to make an impromptu visit here without telling me?" He demanded, voice still hot and eyes still fiery. He had a feeling that the clone had known exactly where Shishi was and was just weaving some tall tale for him to believe in.
It's not like Shishi didn't post his wherabouts on LJ, come on! How stupid do you think I am?
He crossed his arms and leveled an I'm-not-buying-that-innocent-act look at the clone.
Forget building burning down at Hyoutei. Shishido looked like he was about to tear something down himself. Or out...like Yuushi's throat....
Shishi could tell the situation was tense, and he unconsciously clutched his hairdryer tighter for a sense of security. This was all his fault. If Yuushi hadn't come to see him, Shishido wouldn't be trying to kill him and....
"Um...." he started, and looked at his original before taking a deep breath, "P-please don't kill Yuushi and maybe you can play with us a-and where did Choutarou go and what if you get in trouble cause y-you're not supposed to kill people and then you'll go to jail and I'll be all alone and your family will k-kick me out and I'll live on the streets and DIE and I'm sorry if you hate me!"
He then curled himself up in a ball, prepared for the worst.
"I don't hate YOU!" Shishido glanced over his shoulder to his double and flashed him an exasperated grin. "In fact, I don't even hate... Yuushi. And I sure as hell am not going to kill anyone! I'm not stupid! What I do hate is people barging into my house unannounced and uninvited and then try and act as if they did nothing wrong and try and make me feel bad for getting mad at them."
He tapped his foot in an impatient manner and continued fixing Oshitari's double with a glower. He wondered if the double would apologize on his own or not. His hands slipped into his pockets and he rocked on his heels before an idea struck him.
It wasn't so much that he hated the Oshitari clone... it was just that... he was... creepy. Maybe if Oshitari himself were here, too, then he wouldn't feel so... antsy being around him.
His mobile phone chose that moment to ring and his fingers closed around it to turn it out and pull it out of his pocket.
"Hold on," He sighed and flipped his phone open to see who had just called him all the while keeping an eye on the Oshitari clone.
As he pretended to check for information, he keypressed a short message to Oshitari and then closed his phone without sending it... yet. Done with that, he continued to regard... Yuushi... with an expression that demanded an apology.
Yuushi sat back and watched the scene he was mostly responsible for creating. "P-please don't kill Yuushi...." Aww, Shishi always had such extreme ideas. Even though he originally only wanted to spend time with Shishi for data gathering purposes he really did come to like him. Mother may have told him to keep an eye on the jumpy clone, but Yuushi would have done it regardless. Shishi simply made you want to protect him from all the tennis balls and nymphomaniac clones of the world.
Glancing over at Shishido, who fiddling with his phone, Yuushi started mentally going over his options. It didn't seem like he had many. He could possibly push Shishido into having another outburst and see exactly how violent his temper could be. Perhaps that would be best tested when Yuushi, himself, wasn't the object said temper would be taken out on. Nix that idea. He could try to sit this out and let Shishi calm his counterpart down some more. That was a reasonable idea, except that poor Shishi already looked like a nervous wreck and needed a little more calming down himself. Yuushi's third option was to suck it up and act like a good little clone. That would most likely mean apologizing. Yuushi hated to apologize. However it might pacify Shishido.
'I can do this. I was originally prepared to wear a tiara, wave a magic wand around, and god only knows what else! I think I can apologize. I came here to play Pretty Pretty Princess so I WILL PLAY Pretty Pretty Princess! Shishido and dignity be damned!'
"I'm just a poor uncultured assbaby with little to no understanding of other's personal space. I may have a fairly excellent vocabulary and a highly verbose way of speaking, but I've still got much work to do on my people skills, as you've pointed out to me. I'm only a few weeks old and my interactions with other people have been very limited. I've never even played a board game! FORGIVE ME SHISHIDO-SAN!!!!" Yuushi hoped his outburst would appease Shishido. "I'm thirsty.....nfu."
Shishido sighed and shook his head. Dear god...
Ughhhhh...
"Che... Whatever, whatever, it's all - WHAT did you just say? ASSBABY?!" The sapphire blue eyes widened and his face scrunched up in a manner that suggested he had just ingested something rather... peculiar tasting, like uni.
He facepalmed and shook his head again. "Whatever. Just... call next time, neh? And answer my question directly if I ask. And keep your data skills away from me, my family, Shishi, and my home! Got that?"
With a somewhat pacified, but still exasperated and slightly suspicious look on his face, he reached out a hand to Yuushi to help him to his feet.
Anyone who wanted to pull the wool over Shishido Ryou's eyes was going to have one helluva time trying.
Shishi let out a sigh. Shishido didn't hate him and a possible homicide had been averted. He smiled happily up at Shishido as his original helped his new friend up.
And Yuushi was being so nice too. He'd apologized so nicely, even if he did use the word....assbaby.
'I wonder what an 'assbaby' is...' he thought, 'I've been hearing it used on livejounal a lot. But all those people are so scary. I thought it was scary internet-stalker code or something...'
"Um...Yuushi-san?" he asked, "What is an....'assbaby'...anyway?"
Waaiii! It worked! Short people can be so vicious. I DID answer he question directly. Clearly you asked the wrong question. Whatever. Now's not the time for hair splitting. Wait. Data skills? Has he been talking to Keigo? Damn ego-sama spoiling my fun. Again.
Yuushi accepted Shishido's hand and once on his feet he started to glomp him and start carrying on about how wonderful Shishido-san was and how Yuushi would be a very very good clone and ramble about 'wuv & forgiveness.' However he was interrupted by Shishi asking what an 'assbaby' was.
"Oh, Shishi. Your innocence warms my soul." Yuushi drawled as he slung and arm around his cute little companion. "Now, to answer your question..."
"'Assbaby' is a slang term often used to refer to clones. It is sometimes used as a derogatory term, but not always. The term was coined by Mother, also known as 'Mizuki' and has become rather popular amongst those affected by the clone situation. Normally I would not refer to myself or another clone as an 'assbaby' because I feel the term is much to demeaning, but at the time I used I was feel rather....repentant and a bit ashamed of my actions so I used to term to belittle myself since, that's what I was being, an 'assbaby.' Also, it is often said that Mother's 'shitted us out’, thus we were born from Mother's ass rather than the way natural born babies are, which makes us 'assbabies.' I don't encourage you to use that term Shishi, as I think it is rather impolite. Questions?"
Sometimes Yuushi really enjoyed helping out poor ignorant souls. It made his insides feel warm & squishy.
Shishi felt his eyes growing wider the further Yuushi got into his explanation. He tried saying something, but each time he opened his mouth the sound refused to come out.
'Yuushi has a potty-mouth too.....>_<;;' he thought to himself, trying to think of anything other than his fellow clone's last sentences. How could a male have babies?! Sure, he referred to Mother as 'Mother', but he always thought he was made in a lab - with test-tubes.
He turned with a rather panicked look on his face towards his twin, "Shishido!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Amazingly enough, despite his temper that was about ready to blow - again, Shishido hardly twitched - at either his clone's question or Yuushi's answer.
Feh, hardly the innocent type at all. I think I need to bring in reinforcements...
"Actually, Shishi, I believe Yuushi left out one important aspect of this whole... cloning business."
Then, like a teacher explaining a difficult history concept to a confused student, he added on to Yuushi's... explanation.
"Mizuki, your... mother... and Inui, your... father... are both males and males can't become pregnant in the typical manner or pregnant at all, like a woman could. If, theoretically - even though it's impossible, a man were to become pregnant without having a sex change, which I really don't think Mizuki did, then the only way to give birth would be... well, through his ass. Thus, 'assbaby' also refers to the simple fact that that is the only way a man could give birth should the impossible happen."
He sighed and leveled another look to Yuushi, again indicating that he didn't believe in the good behavior act one bit, and continued.
"If you'd really like to find out how you were... born, I can help you find that out. It's better than speculation and no, I'm sure none of you came out of your... mother's ass."
He raised an eyebrow at the Oshitari clone and finished his thought. "And Yuushi... how you were brought into this world is no excuse for bad manners. I don't see any of you as 'assbabies' and if you want to be treated well by me, then act like a decent human being. I don't respond to self-hate or guilt trips and I despise lies. If you want to be treated well, then treat me the same. Now what were you two planning on doing, before I came home?"
Yuushi's lower lip was poked out a little further than normal. For once he wasn't aware of it. Yuushi had hung on every word of Shishido's as he explained "assbaby" to Shishi. Was he trying to break his clone's brain with all that new information? Too much too fast can be a bad thing. Shishido's last statement, which was addressed to Yuushi, left him unusually stunned.
He knew a lot of his antics didn't have any effect on Shishido, and now that he realized Shishido knew about his quest for data he understood why. He was still a bit amazed Shishido was able to see through everything as well as he did. The way he was being so straight forward about it didn't make Yuushi anymore pleased either.
Perhaps I underestimated him. Nfu...
"We were about to play Pretty Pretty Princess. Shishi's teaching me how to play." Yuushi said almost as sulkily as he was starting to look. His jaw was clenched a little tighter making his lip poke out just a tad more. It appreared Yuushi was having an unscheduled pout session whether he wanted to or not. The jig, it seemed, was totally up. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Acting incredibly perky all the time made Yuushi tired anyway.
Shishido sighed and finally relaxed a bit, the stern features softening just a touch and the cobalt eyes swirling back into sapphire.
Strangely enough, the cause of his relaxation was the pouty and slightly disconcerted expression on Yuushi's face. Something he had said must have struck a homerun. Good.
Good. Maybe we've come to a mutual understanding, now. Guess I'll just have to see...
"Ahhh okay, then. I'll get some snacks and drinks ready for you guys. What would you like to drink and which do you prefer - salty or sweet?" Shishido stuck his phone back into his pocket and headed to the kitchen.
If he and Yuushi were able to get along like this - without the other's peculiar and suspicious behaviors - then maybe he would explain about his aversion to... data.
Maybe.
Shishi wasn't entirely sure what happened, but in that short exchange both Shishido and Yuushi seemed to have clamed down, each in their own ways. Yuushi seemed less spunky, which to Shishi was a good thing as he found the other clone's personality to be rather...overwhelming at times, and Shishido, Shishido's features had softened considerably.
He was still a little confused as to the whole concept of 'assbabies' and why everyone seemed so obsessed with them on livejournal, but he decided it would be best to have Shishido clarify him on the issue at a later date. Right now, it looked as though the game would actually get started, despite its earlier delays.
He slowly got up from where he had curled himself up on the floor. Shishido was still in the kitchen, so he decided to finish setting up the game while he waited for his original to come back in.
"So, Yuushi-san." he said, "Shall I teach you and Shishido-san how to play?"
'Shishido doesn't know how to play either. That's excellent. I despise being the only person that doesn't know how to do something.'
"Yes! Please teach us Shishi. I'm anxious to get started!" The sulky tone of his voice from earlier seemed to have vanished. Yuushi could be highly resilient after all, and he was still going to get a chance to observe Shishi at something that didn't frighten him as well as watching both Shishidos interact with one another. Wasn't the Ohtori clone supposed to join them as well?
Shishido nodded and called out from the kitchen. "Go ahead and get the game set up, I'll be up in a few after I get the snacks and stuff!"
He was actually rather ravenously hungry and his throat was parched after running around looking for Ohtori, so he decided to grab a few things. He snagged a few bags of chips from the cupboard and some leftover teriyaki chicken from the fridge and swiped a quart of orange juice from the counter and four glasses from another cupboard.
Remembering what Yuushi said about spoiled milk, he made a face and dug into the fridge for the milk and found out that it was indeed, spoiled. He shook his head and dumped it out and tossed the carton away.
After making sure he didn't make a mess, he collected everything into his arms and headed up to his room.
When Shishido returned with the food and drinks, Shishi could hardly contain his excitement. Now that both his friends weren’t fighting anymore, he finally remembered what they had all had gathered there in the first place. Well, why Yuushi had come anyway....
"So," he began, "you pick a color, blue, pink, yellow, or green, and you need to go around the board and collect all four pieces of jewelry that match that color by landing on the spaces. When you get them all, you need to get the crown and then you're the Pretty Pretty Princess. ^_^ Except that there's a black ring, and if you get that you can't get the crown until someone else lands on the space and takes it from you. Yep, that's about it, any question?"
He looked up, hoping his friends understood.
Maaaaaan... I'm gonna die from playing this, I swear, I swear... Thank god I don't have long hair anymore...
"I pick blue." Shishido set the food and drink items down on his desk and reached over and snagged the blue piece. Once he snagged it, he poured a glass of orange juice and offered it to Yuushi.
"Yuushi, you said you were thirsty earlier... I brought up some orange juice. Shishi, would you like some?" The brunette raised an eyebrow and held up the carton of orange juice.
Shishi sighed, he had wanted blue, but he supposed he could settle for yellow. As long as Shishido would play with him and Yuushi.
He reached up and took the orange juice carton out of Shishido's outstretched hand. He liked orange juice. It didn't have carbonation or anything dangerous or unhealthy, and he had heard it helped prevent heart attacks, which he was always worried about getting at any moment.
He grabbed the dice for the game and looked at the other two people he was playing with. "Um...who wants to go first?"
Yuushi willed himself not to let his mouth gape open as he watched Shishido take the blue piece. Yuushi wanted the blue piece. Yuushi forced himself not to gasp as Shishi took the yellow piece. Yuushi also wanted the yellow piece. Wasn't there supposed to be more order involved in picking game pieces? Shouldn't there be a nice discussion about who gets what? Having never played a board game in his short clone life, this was definitely new territory for him. Clearly picking pieces for board games was survival of the fittest. In this case Yuushi proved to be weak. Yuushi could live without the blue piece. After all, wasn't he The Best Clone? Such trivial things shouldn't ruffle his feathers so much. But they did. He did NOT want the yellow piece. Or the exquisite blue one. Not. At. All.
Giving the remaining two pieces a dejected look he made his choice. Obviously he choose the pink piece. Green was such an ugly color and always made him think of things like vomit, frogs, toads, and slime.
'Oh, what's this? A crown? I KNEW something like that would be involved! Next thing you know Shishi will break out some glitter for us to sprinkle in our hair then we can all dance around like Pretty Pretty Glittery Princesses.'
Finally snapping out of his own thoughts he noticed that the game was starting and Shishido was offering him some orange juice. And Shishi took the carton. That was meant for him. Yuushi wanted the carton. And the blue piece. And because he didn't have the blue piece or the orange juice or even the yellow piece he made a mental vow on his mother's holy 'nfu' that he would win this game. Oshitari Yuushi clone was playing for real.
"Errrrr... here." Shishido chuckled and took the carton of juice back from Shishi and poured him a glass of orange juice and gave it to him.
"That's a lot of juice to drink." He poured himself another glass and set the carton on his desk and settled himself on the floor between the other two boys.
Seeing all the jewelry pieces, he forced himself to not gag. UGHHHHH... He reeeeally hoped his parents would stay out of the house for a long long time. He'd die if his parents or his older brother caught them playing such a... a... girly game.
UGHHHHHHH...
"Errrrr... Shishi... how did you come across this game anyway?" He asked as conversationally as possible.
Shishi thought to himself for a moment, where had he learned about this game?
"I always thought that I used to play it with Choutarou-chan," he said, "but since I'm a clone that isn't possible, is it?"
"Maybe it's genetic, maybe Mother or Father likes to play it? Or maybe it's because I'm a clone of you. I'm supposed to be your...opposite, right? And I guess you'd never play something like this. I mean, you're so tough and independent and don't care what other people think of you. I'm sure you don't even want to play....I mean, I've kinda been thinking of growing my hair out but I'm sure you wouldn't want me to. I mean, you'd never do anything like that, would you?"
If the rest of Hyoutei had been in the room right at the moment when Shishi had mentioned that Shishido would 'never do anything like that', they either would have laughed their asses off or run for their lives.
Or both at the same time.
Shishido's eyes flashed and he ground his teeth for a second before smiling a little too friendly of a smile at Shishi, while showing his teeth.
"Actually, believe or not, I used to have long hair, though I hardly think that that would make me a girl." His eyes narrowed slightly, as if daring either of the boys to argue with him on that point.
"Considering the personality of your... 'mother', perhaps the tendency comes from her," he offered offhandedly, his mind mentally chiming in with "But you definitely got your good looks from me!"
Yuushi's mind swirled as he heard Shishi say things like 'Choutarou-chan,' 'Mother,' 'Father,' 'play, and 'growing hair.'
'Oh my...So many questions. Variables. Possibilities. DATA. I feel faint. Possibly orgasmic too....Somehow.'
Yuushi took a BIG gulp of orange juice that was actually in Shishi's glass and tried to focus on the conversation at hand. 'My, Shishido's got a temper on him. Doesn't that hurt his teeth to do that? What did he say about Mother?!?!'
However Yuushi did not call Shishido on his remark about Mother since he really didn't want to set the other boy off again. In fact he would not look at Shishido and stared into Shishi's glass of orange juice.
"I'm sure you looked...handsome and manly with long hair. Like you do now.....Shishi! You should take the 1st turn! Yes?"
Shishido blinked and shook his head. "Thanks... I think," he muttered and took a long drink from his glass of orange juice.
As he surveyed the playing board, his hand unconsciously went to the back of his head, reaching for a ponytail that he used to have.
Awwww shit. Why the hell did Shishi have to bring that subject up anyway? Maaaan. What a day...
"Yes, Shishi... you go first and we can learn from you, neh?"
Shishi blinked, he got to go first? Wow, this was great! For the first time since first meeting Shishido, Shishi actually felt relaxed and safe among people he didn't find threatening. Even Yuushi, who seemed to have reverted back somewhat to his rather clingy self.
He carefully picked up the dice and gently rolled them across the floor. He watched the small cube as it rolled to a halt.
Five.
Shishi moved his piece accordingly, and landed on [don't remember exactly how to play] the spot for the yellow ring. Grinning happily, he picked the piece out of the jewelry box and placed it on his finger.
Thinking back to what Shishido had said earlier, he tried to imagine both himself and his original with long hair. 'I bet we'd look really pretty!'
Shishido swallowed the almost audible cringe as Shishi happily put on a cheap-looking plastic yellow ring.
Ohhhhh maaaaan... Fuck no! Please tell me I'll never land on those pieces! Oh wait... maybe I'll get that weird black ring and then I won't get to be Princess! Hell yeah!
He gestured for Yuushi to go next. "Do you want to go next?"
"Thank you Shishido! I'd love to!" Yuushi squealed. First he blew on the dice for luck then rolled them with much gusto. "Papa Yuushi needs the pink ring!"
The dice ended up with two little dots facing upward.
Yuushi was visibly displeased. Lady luck must have been frowning big time on Yuushi today. At least he didn't end up with the black ring. "Your turn." He said to Shishido. He seemed rather uncomfortable. Shishi on the other hand looked extremely pleased with himself and his newly acquired yellow ring. Seeing him so happy made Yuushi feel a bit happy himself. I bet they would look nice with long hair. I'll have to see about getting my hands on an old yearbook later. He wasn't aware of it, but he had started twirling a strand of his own hair.
Shishi was pleased that his friends seemed to be having so much fun (and that he was winning). He bent over, looking towards his original, a large grin plastered on his face. "You're turn, Shishido!"
Damn, but am I going to regret this... Oh well...
"My turn, neh? Well here I go..." With a sinking feeling in his stomach, he rolled the dice and watched with narrowing eyes as the cube rolled and rolled and rolled... and rolled...
"Six. One, two, three, four, five, six... Whew!"
With a sigh of relief, he landed on an empty spot that didn't seem to have any sort of article of jewelry associated with it.
"Your turn, Shishi and err... you can call me Ryou, if you'd like." The dash specialist quirked a tilted grin at his double.
"Um, ok....Ryou..." the name seemed different, but not entirely unpleasent as it rolled off of Shishi's tounge.
It looked like it was his turn again. Picking up the die, he rolled and moved his piece to the appropriate spot. He landed on one of the jewlery spaces, but it was for the green pieces. Oh well, it didn't matter. This was the most fun he'd had in a long time!
Yuushi flung the die down and then moved his piece 3 spots. It seemed he wasn't so unlucky after all because he was now in possession of his beloved pink ring.
"Excellent! I shall be victorious!" Yuushi scooped up his prize and couldn't help but grin.
Awwwwww man... Why does everyone love this game so much?!
Not thinking too much on the matter - at least, trying not to - Shishido rolled the dice and absently moved his piece.
One, two, three, four...
A picture of the blue bracelet taunted him from under his playing piece.
"... the hell? Awwww maaaan."
Unable to completely conceal his grimace, he rooted around the jewelry pieces until he picked up the gaudy bracelet. Eying it as if it might bite him, he examined it before twirling it around a finger since it wouldn't fit around his wrist.
"Your turn," He nodded at Shishi who seemed to be having a ton of fun. Somehow.
The game progressed for several more rounds in this manner. Each of the boys' pieces made their journey around the board, and more jewelry was collected. At some point, the black ring had come into play, and currently rested quite depressingly next to the yellow one on Shishi's hand.
He sighed to himself, he only needed to get the earrings and he could win! If only he didn't have this stupid ring. He looked back and forth and Shi- Ryou and Yuushi, who sat on either side of him. They were also rather close to getting everything they needed. The game could go any way at this point.
'Well, it's been fun at least!' he thought to himself, smiling, even if he did have the black ring on his finger.
Yuushi only needed the pink necklace and then the crown to win the game. Shishido seemed to be just as close to winning himself. Yuushi jiggled the dice in his hands and then let them roll. Perfect! The dice landed on three, the exact number of spaces he needed to get to the pink necklace.
"Waiii! Lucky-lucky me!" Yuushi put the pink necklace on and a little started singing I'm gonna win! I'm gonna win! Because I am Yuushi and I am perrrrfect! I am a winner! Nfufufufu. Nfufufufu. Yeah! Then, feeling cocky and mischievous, Yuushi turned to Shishido, "It's been fun playing, but do you realize what would make this just a wittle bit more fun? A wager."
As the game progressed, Shishido found himself the reluctant new owner of the blue bracelet, blue earrings, and the blue necklace. All he needed was the blasted blue ring... and oh wait.
He didn't want the blasted blue ring!
With a quiet growl and a shake of his head - he swore the presence of the other two clones were starting to do weird things to his head - he turned to face Yuushi with a raised eyebrow.
"A wager? What do you mean 'a wager'?" He tried not to shudder at the image of the ugly pink necklace.
Thank the Shinto gods he had chosen the blue playing piece!
"Well, I was thinking if you lose da..." Yuushi stopped himself from saying 'data' just in time. He didn't push any of Shishido's buttons too hard. However, not really knowing what else to say and he was looking at Shishi, before he knew what was happening the phrase "Shishi could decide..." few out of his mouth.
"Huh? Me?" Shishi asked, pointing to himself, confused. He didn't like wagers, they were always so....tricky.....why did he have to decide what was going to happen? Couldn't he just say he didn't want to?
But Yuushi looked so excited about it. He didn't want his friend to be mad at him, not when they were having such a good time.
"Um...um...." He stuttered, trying to think of the safest thing that Shishido and Yuushi could bet on. "How about, since the winner is the princess, the loser has to be one of their subjects and dress up like one?"
There, that sounded like a safe idea, and both the winner and the loser would end up having fun.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! What kind of an idea is that? Holy hell...
At that very moment Shishido vowed that NOTHING could be worse than being forced to dress up as per the Princess' orders. He was SURE even HE didn't have such a... a... sadistic streak in him. FUN?! The mere idea was about to give him a heart attack!
With this thought in mind, his eyes steeled into flecks of lapis lazuli stones and he tugged on his cap a little more firmly.
"Let's go, then."
With a challenging flash of teeth, he took the dice and rolled...
It landed on two, which happened to be the exact number of spots he needed to move to get the blue ring.
Following that, Shishi took a turn of his own, rolling the die and landing on a black space. He sighed, the black ring was still on his finger.
One again, it was Yuushi's turn. Yuushi wasn't very pleased with the momentary memory lapse he had earlier. He wasn't entirely sure of Shishi's idea either, but it did make the game more interesting. He still thought data would be a good prize but was glad he didn't risk mentioning it and upsetting either of his companions. He rolled the dice and moved his piece accordingly and resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall when he saw that he was now the owner of the dreaded black ring. Of all the horrible luck in the world...
It felt as though a weight had been lifted from his hand as the black ring passed from Shishi to Yuushi. He had had it for so long, Shishi had almost given up hope of winning. Now he was back in the game.
Shishido threw the die for his turn and like Shishi before him, also landed on a black space on the game board.
With a rare renewed sense of confidence that he hardly ever displayed, Shishi took up the die and gave it a solid roll. It landed on four, and his playing piece found the spot that would get him the yellow earrings, the last of the jewelry pieces he needed. He and Shishido were tied now, and it was anyone's game.
It was Yuushi’s turn next, but as the die passed from him to Shishido, he was disappointed to find himself the continued owner of the black ring.
Oh shit... Well... heh... 'least Shishi and I are tied... and I can't really lose... I don't think?
Shishido glanced at his pile of jewelry and sighed and with a raised eyebrow, flipped the die into the air like he would flip a coin and watched it tumble down to the floor.
God, he had never seen anything succumb to the pull of gravity so slowly!
Eyes getting bigger and bigger by each twist, turn, and tumble of the die, they were practically as big as saucers when it finally landed and rolled to a stop.
"5."
Without looking at where 5 moves would land him, he picked up his piece and counted...
"One... two... three... four..."
Silence.
He blinked, hand stilled over the picture of the crown that peeked up at him from the playing board.
"Awww hells."
Fuck me silly...
Silence.
"Five."
Mouth dry, he dropped the blue piece onto the playing board and flashed both of his companions a wan smile.
"Errrr... I won."
It was slightly disappointing to have been so close and not won, but Shishi was still more happy for Shishido than sad about losing. He had come in a strong second which wasn't so bad, and it had been a fun and exciting game.
Smiling a beaming smile at his original, he grabbed the crown and, before the other could protest, happily placed it on his head. "Congratulations, Ryou!"
The crown was now perched on Shishido's head and the black ring sat on Yuushi's finger. He wasn't terribly pleased with the outcome of the game but admittedly, he did have fun, especially when he had been winning. Although if he ever played the game again he would be sure to snatch the blue piece for himself. Looking over at the other two Yuushi couldn't help but smile. Shishi had a broad smile plastered on his face and his original looked adorable in the crown, obviously humoring his clone. Now, Yuushi's part of the deal....the dressing up part.
Yuushi decided to make the best of the situation and accept his fate like a man. There would be no attempt to worm his way out of it, besides it might be fun. Some of the other clones seemed to enjoy such things and perhaps this might give him a little insight into why they did.
"Now, about our wager...."
Shishido both grinned and grimaced from under the silly crown on his head. He was glad that everyone seemed to be take the outcome of the game well enough.
At Yuushi's words, he chuckled. "Ohhhh yeah. Well hmmm... Since I get to be all... pretty... you should be all 'pretty', too." With a somewhat wickedly amused grin on his face, he hashed out the details of the wager.
"Dare you dress in drag? In a girl's school uniform for that matter?" Shishido's teeth showed in the grin, but it wasn't malice, just plain amusement.
"Alright. That sounds reasonable." If the situation had been reversed Yuushi probably would have suggested a nice summer dress, preferably with a nice floral print. Violets seemed like a good idea....Sometimes Yuushi really was his mother's son. "Well hand one over and I'll be a pretty pretty school girl." Yuushi couldn't help but wink at Shishido.
After a bit of searching through Shishido's Mother's closet they managed to find an old school girl outfit. Yuushi didn't think it looked as nice as the Hyoutei girls’ uniform but it would do. Oddly enough it seemed to fit reasonably well and he liked the way his legs looked in the knee high socks as well as the way they felt. Yuushi glanced in the mirror one more time and decided while he looked damned good he didn't think he'd make a habit of dressing like this. Although no one would know if he wore knee high socks under his pants....
"So, what do you think? Isn't Yuushi is the prettiest clone or what?" He proceeded to twirl around the room happily acting up a bit. More often than not, he had enough confidence for two people.
Shishi nodded happily in response. Yuushi seemed to enjoy being the game's loser. He just hoped the three of them wouldn't get in trouble for raiding Shishido's mother's closet, especially since she didn't know two of them even existed.
Heading back into the other room, he started to place all the game pieces carefully back into the box, saving the yellow jewelry, which he was still wearing, for last. Once finished, he placed the game box into Shishido's closet, which was currently serving as his room and went back to join Yuushi and Shishido. The day had been so much fun, he couldn't wait for the next time they all played again.
Shishido had more or less been in mild shock upon hearing Yuushi's agreement to dress in drag. Then again, when he really thought about it, it wasn't all that weird and to be honest, Yuushi being a good sport about it made things a bit more fun. Turned out, he hadn't even minded wearing the crown.
At least... not that much.
With some digging through closets and some laughter, they had gotten Yuushi into a school uniform and had laughed some more.
It wasn't that bad after all...
Now that they were sitting around and drinking some juice and nibbling on snacks, the air was more relaxed and Shishido had all but forgotten what had happened earlier that day.
Maybe things won't be so bad after all, neh?
((At some point we started basing the story after the crack-doodles...XDDDD))
When: Shortly after Shishi moves in with Shishido.
Rating: PG-13 for Shishido’s potty mouth and cross-dressing?
Summary: The infamous Pretty Pretty Princess log. Shishi, Yuushi and an unwilling Shishido sit down to play Shishi’s favorite game.
Now fully illustrated (sorta XD) !!!!!!!
Shishido-clone found himself sitting on the couch in the empty living room of his original’s home. The entire family, including Shishido himself, was out working or running errands, and he wasn’t sure what to do. There was certainly no way he was going outside by himself! Who knew what was out there, and the chord on his hairdryer wasn’t that long…..
Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ring. He immediately jumped behind the couch, startled at the sudden noise. When nothing happened, he peeked his head out from behind the couch, looking at the door. Should he see who it was? It could be some psycho! Or even worse, a door-to-door salesmen! Still, he was feeling a little curious, so he quietly went over to the window, hairdryer in hand, and looked out.
Shishido-clone was surprised to see Oshitari standing at the door. Or….maybe it wasn’t Oshitari…He remembered talking to Oshitari’s clone, Yuushi he said he wanted to be called, on the computer. Maybe that’s who it was!
There was only one way to find out. Still clutching the hairdryer, Shishido-clone walked over to the door and opened it.
"Shishido clone! I'm so glad to have finally found you! You have no idea how long I searched for you! Dear, I simply must come up with something else to call you. 'Shishido clone' does not suit you. 'Ryou' maybe? Shishi? You like that? I like that. Shishi-chan has a certain ring too it as well, don't you think?"
Yuushi's plan was to overwhelm Shishido with his loud personality. It was a tactic he often successfully used on everybody. Without giving Shishido clone any time to answer, Yuushi practically jumped on him. Bear hugging him and disarming him of his dryer at the same time. Yuushi was not in the mood to have hot air blasted in his face. He was already hot and tired from searching all over Hyoutei for Shishido. No, now was NOT the time for more heat.
Yuushi had promised to play a game of Pretty Pretty Princess with Shishido clone in the name of data gathering. At first Yuushi thought it was a bizarre dress up game, given some of the other clones behavior, the idea wasn't out of the questions. He was very relieved to find out that he was only going to play a board game.
Shishi, as Yuushi was calling him now, was a little overwhelmed by Yuushi’s enthusiastic greeting, which had been Yuushi’s plan all along. Still, that answered the question of which Oshitari it was….
“H-hi…Yuushi-san..” he said, eyes following the hairdryer in Yuushi’s hand, “Wh-what are you doing here….and um….how did you find Shishido’s house..?”
"You don't remember? We made a date. Shishi....." Yuushi pouted. "Not only do I spend AGES looking for you, but when I find you it seems you're ready to assault me with this weapon? That hurts." He then proceeded to make big sad puppy dog eyes at Shishi in hopes of calming him down a little more with a small guilt trip. "Pretty Pretty Princess ring a bell?"
"See, I even brought it with me!" Yuushi held the box up for Shishi to see. "You left it in the bathroom. Very careless of you."
Shishido clone’s eyes lit up at that. He remembered now that Yuushi had said he’d play with him. He found a big, bright smile forming on his face, Choutarou didn’t want to play with him anymore, and when he mentioned it to Shishido, his original had stared at him weird and slapped himself on the forehead….
He really needed to stop doing that. It looked painful and he could hurt himself.
“Uh-huh.” He nodded, happily, “You’ll really play with me? That’s so nice!”
He reached out and took the game boldly from Yuushi’s arms, as well as his hairdryer, “Have you learned how to play?” he asked, “Or should I show you?”
"I'm afraid you'll have to show me. No worries, I'm a quick learner!"
Truthfully, Yuushi could care less about the game or it's rules, he only wanted a chance to observe Shishi at something that didn't strike fear in his heart. "I'm going to help myself to something to drink. You go ahead and set up."
Shishido-clone, or Shishi, went about setting up the game. He quickly confiscated the blue piece for himself while Yuushi was in the kitchen. He hoped Oshitari’s clone wasn’t doing anything that would get him in trouble….
Still he was excited, someone wanted to play a game with him that wasn’t that scary tennis. There were no balls flying at him in Pretty Pretty Princess.
Shishido had a helluva time tracking down the Ohtori clone and by the time he had found him, he was rather tired, exhausted, and crabby. It had taken all his remaining self control to not yell at the Choutarou double every single time he came to close to him or tried to hug him or tried to glomp him.
Not so unexpectedly, by the time they reached his house, he was a time bomb that was ready to go off at any moment.
That was why, when he found Oshitari - or who looked to be Oshitari - rummaging through his refrigerator, he let out a low growl. He whirled back around to face Oshitari.
"What the fucking hell do you think you're doing here?" His voice was clipped and the tone of voice was pleasant, but the hardness in his eyes showed anything but. He rested his hands on his hips and aimed a glower at the taller boy.
Thank god my parents and aniki aren't home yet...
"I'm looking for some juice. Do you have any besides orange or apple? How about orange-peach-mango? Dole makes that. It's wonderful." Yuushi kept rummaging through the refrigerator without looking up. The real Shishido didn't sound happy, not that Yuushi really cared. "Tea. Cheese. Water. Grapes. Milk....almost out of date. You should dispose of this soon. NFU! Orange juice it is."
Yuushi kept ignoring Shishido's glare and preceded to plop the carton down on the counter then continued going through the kitchen like he was at home. As quickly as he found the glasses one would almost think he was at home.
"You want me to pour you a glass too?" He asked with a very big, very wide smile.
.. NFU?! WTFH?! That is NOT Oshitari!
Shishido counted to three under his breath - he tried counting to ten, but with each move that the clone Oshitari made, one second was lost - then he slammed the cabinets and refrigerator shut and snatched the glass and juice out of the clone's hands and set them on the table with a loud 'clink'.
"What the HELL makes you think you can come to my house uninvited and do whatever the fuck you want?! Get OUT of MY HOUSE! RIGHT THIS VERY FUCKIN' MINUTE!" He roared as he grabbed two fistfuls of the other boy's shirt.
For someone who wasn't all that big - at least compared to Choutarou - Shishido had plenty of sleek muscles on his lithe body to make him fairly strong. Now that he was furious, it was as if his strength had doubled or tripled and he found himself dragging the other boy out of his kitchen and to the door. His grip was like iron and it was as if his feet were made of lead as he stomped angrily to the door.
"Fucking hell... Someone's really going to get it this time, I swear to the holy Shinto gods... God DAMMIT!
Shishi cringed at the sound of his original's shouting, particularly at some of the more....'colorful'...words that were used.
He wasn't sure if he was happy or not to see Shishido. The other boy was really scary himself when angry! He was even dragging Yuushi bodily out the door! He didn't think he could ever do that, even if he tried.
"But...Shishido...." he said, "he came over to play with me..."
He tried to hide the disappointment in his voice at see his playmate being shoved out the door. After all, Shishido still looked angry...what if he kicked Shishi out of the house?! Then where would he go to?! Maybe back to Hyoutei...but hadn't someone said that they burned down a building there?!
Shishido growled, but the sound of his double's voice made him stop in his tracks. He sighed and this time, managed to count to ten before he said anything else. With great reluctance, he released his hold on the Oshitari clone's shirt and backed away, just a little.
"Oi, then what is he doing raiding my refrigerator? Why didn't he give me a call to let me know he was coming over? Or leave a message? He should at least respect my family's home!" His eyes flashed cobalt in accusation at the dark haired young man. "Or at least explain himself when I ask what he's doing here." He added, between gritted teeth.
"I spent hours looking for Ohtori because Choutarou still didn't get ahold of him yet and Ohtori was hangin' all over me and then I come home and see this! Excuse me for getting a little upset here." He growled again and sighed and rubbed his temples. "I didn't realize he had come over here to... play with you." He lowered his voice and shook his head.
What in the world was he going to do?!
Once Shishido released him Yuushi practically collapsed on the kitchen floor. Yuushi did his best to pout and look pitiful. Truthfully he was a bit shaken since he hadn't expected Shishido to react that violently or be that strong. Learn a little something everyday. 'Waiii data!' a little voice in his head squealed.
"I'll answer your questions," Yuushi said with a slight sniff. "I was 'raiding'...I don't like that word. I was searching for something to drink. I've been wandering aaaaall oooover Hyoutei looking for Shishi. I left no bathroom stall unchecked no matter if it was located in the men's or women's restroom! I'm sure you can imagine, since you seem to have been in a similar situation, it's very easy to work up a sweat doing that. I only wanted a little juice to cool me down. I offered you a glass tooooo. I ALSO warned you about your milk about to spoil! You're MEAN!"
Yuushi kept sitting on the floor trying very very hard not to break out into a fit of laugher and look like the poor pitiful assaulted clone that he was supposed to be. He doubted all his theatrics had much, if any, effect on Shishido but he was 95% sure it made him uncomfortable. Always a plus in Yuushi's book.
Shishido didn't fall for the pouty-faced look one bit. So far, only one - errrr two - people were able to quell his temper with such antics. One being Choutarou, the other being his own double. His suspicions of the Oshitari clone only made him bristle further upon seeing the pouty faced look. He didn't trust people who were always after his data. He hadn't taken a shine to Inui during their match - and good thing too, apparently, seeing the mess they were all in now - and he wasn't taking much of a shine to the Oshitari clone either.
"And why in the world did you end up at MY house? Just a lucky guess that... Shishi would be here? Or did you know all along and just decided to make an impromptu visit here without telling me?" He demanded, voice still hot and eyes still fiery. He had a feeling that the clone had known exactly where Shishi was and was just weaving some tall tale for him to believe in.
It's not like Shishi didn't post his wherabouts on LJ, come on! How stupid do you think I am?
He crossed his arms and leveled an I'm-not-buying-that-innocent-act look at the clone.
Forget building burning down at Hyoutei. Shishido looked like he was about to tear something down himself. Or out...like Yuushi's throat....
Shishi could tell the situation was tense, and he unconsciously clutched his hairdryer tighter for a sense of security. This was all his fault. If Yuushi hadn't come to see him, Shishido wouldn't be trying to kill him and....
"Um...." he started, and looked at his original before taking a deep breath, "P-please don't kill Yuushi and maybe you can play with us a-and where did Choutarou go and what if you get in trouble cause y-you're not supposed to kill people and then you'll go to jail and I'll be all alone and your family will k-kick me out and I'll live on the streets and DIE and I'm sorry if you hate me!"
He then curled himself up in a ball, prepared for the worst.
"I don't hate YOU!" Shishido glanced over his shoulder to his double and flashed him an exasperated grin. "In fact, I don't even hate... Yuushi. And I sure as hell am not going to kill anyone! I'm not stupid! What I do hate is people barging into my house unannounced and uninvited and then try and act as if they did nothing wrong and try and make me feel bad for getting mad at them."
He tapped his foot in an impatient manner and continued fixing Oshitari's double with a glower. He wondered if the double would apologize on his own or not. His hands slipped into his pockets and he rocked on his heels before an idea struck him.
It wasn't so much that he hated the Oshitari clone... it was just that... he was... creepy. Maybe if Oshitari himself were here, too, then he wouldn't feel so... antsy being around him.
His mobile phone chose that moment to ring and his fingers closed around it to turn it out and pull it out of his pocket.
"Hold on," He sighed and flipped his phone open to see who had just called him all the while keeping an eye on the Oshitari clone.
As he pretended to check for information, he keypressed a short message to Oshitari and then closed his phone without sending it... yet. Done with that, he continued to regard... Yuushi... with an expression that demanded an apology.
Yuushi sat back and watched the scene he was mostly responsible for creating. "P-please don't kill Yuushi...." Aww, Shishi always had such extreme ideas. Even though he originally only wanted to spend time with Shishi for data gathering purposes he really did come to like him. Mother may have told him to keep an eye on the jumpy clone, but Yuushi would have done it regardless. Shishi simply made you want to protect him from all the tennis balls and nymphomaniac clones of the world.
Glancing over at Shishido, who fiddling with his phone, Yuushi started mentally going over his options. It didn't seem like he had many. He could possibly push Shishido into having another outburst and see exactly how violent his temper could be. Perhaps that would be best tested when Yuushi, himself, wasn't the object said temper would be taken out on. Nix that idea. He could try to sit this out and let Shishi calm his counterpart down some more. That was a reasonable idea, except that poor Shishi already looked like a nervous wreck and needed a little more calming down himself. Yuushi's third option was to suck it up and act like a good little clone. That would most likely mean apologizing. Yuushi hated to apologize. However it might pacify Shishido.
'I can do this. I was originally prepared to wear a tiara, wave a magic wand around, and god only knows what else! I think I can apologize. I came here to play Pretty Pretty Princess so I WILL PLAY Pretty Pretty Princess! Shishido and dignity be damned!'
"I'm just a poor uncultured assbaby with little to no understanding of other's personal space. I may have a fairly excellent vocabulary and a highly verbose way of speaking, but I've still got much work to do on my people skills, as you've pointed out to me. I'm only a few weeks old and my interactions with other people have been very limited. I've never even played a board game! FORGIVE ME SHISHIDO-SAN!!!!" Yuushi hoped his outburst would appease Shishido. "I'm thirsty.....nfu."
Shishido sighed and shook his head. Dear god...
Ughhhhh...
"Che... Whatever, whatever, it's all - WHAT did you just say? ASSBABY?!" The sapphire blue eyes widened and his face scrunched up in a manner that suggested he had just ingested something rather... peculiar tasting, like uni.
He facepalmed and shook his head again. "Whatever. Just... call next time, neh? And answer my question directly if I ask. And keep your data skills away from me, my family, Shishi, and my home! Got that?"
With a somewhat pacified, but still exasperated and slightly suspicious look on his face, he reached out a hand to Yuushi to help him to his feet.
Anyone who wanted to pull the wool over Shishido Ryou's eyes was going to have one helluva time trying.
Shishi let out a sigh. Shishido didn't hate him and a possible homicide had been averted. He smiled happily up at Shishido as his original helped his new friend up.
And Yuushi was being so nice too. He'd apologized so nicely, even if he did use the word....assbaby.
'I wonder what an 'assbaby' is...' he thought, 'I've been hearing it used on livejounal a lot. But all those people are so scary. I thought it was scary internet-stalker code or something...'
"Um...Yuushi-san?" he asked, "What is an....'assbaby'...anyway?"
Waaiii! It worked! Short people can be so vicious. I DID answer he question directly. Clearly you asked the wrong question. Whatever. Now's not the time for hair splitting. Wait. Data skills? Has he been talking to Keigo? Damn ego-sama spoiling my fun. Again.
Yuushi accepted Shishido's hand and once on his feet he started to glomp him and start carrying on about how wonderful Shishido-san was and how Yuushi would be a very very good clone and ramble about 'wuv & forgiveness.' However he was interrupted by Shishi asking what an 'assbaby' was.
"Oh, Shishi. Your innocence warms my soul." Yuushi drawled as he slung and arm around his cute little companion. "Now, to answer your question..."
"'Assbaby' is a slang term often used to refer to clones. It is sometimes used as a derogatory term, but not always. The term was coined by Mother, also known as 'Mizuki' and has become rather popular amongst those affected by the clone situation. Normally I would not refer to myself or another clone as an 'assbaby' because I feel the term is much to demeaning, but at the time I used I was feel rather....repentant and a bit ashamed of my actions so I used to term to belittle myself since, that's what I was being, an 'assbaby.' Also, it is often said that Mother's 'shitted us out’, thus we were born from Mother's ass rather than the way natural born babies are, which makes us 'assbabies.' I don't encourage you to use that term Shishi, as I think it is rather impolite. Questions?"
Sometimes Yuushi really enjoyed helping out poor ignorant souls. It made his insides feel warm & squishy.
Shishi felt his eyes growing wider the further Yuushi got into his explanation. He tried saying something, but each time he opened his mouth the sound refused to come out.
'Yuushi has a potty-mouth too.....>_<;;' he thought to himself, trying to think of anything other than his fellow clone's last sentences. How could a male have babies?! Sure, he referred to Mother as 'Mother', but he always thought he was made in a lab - with test-tubes.
He turned with a rather panicked look on his face towards his twin, "Shishido!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Amazingly enough, despite his temper that was about ready to blow - again, Shishido hardly twitched - at either his clone's question or Yuushi's answer.
Feh, hardly the innocent type at all. I think I need to bring in reinforcements...
"Actually, Shishi, I believe Yuushi left out one important aspect of this whole... cloning business."
Then, like a teacher explaining a difficult history concept to a confused student, he added on to Yuushi's... explanation.
"Mizuki, your... mother... and Inui, your... father... are both males and males can't become pregnant in the typical manner or pregnant at all, like a woman could. If, theoretically - even though it's impossible, a man were to become pregnant without having a sex change, which I really don't think Mizuki did, then the only way to give birth would be... well, through his ass. Thus, 'assbaby' also refers to the simple fact that that is the only way a man could give birth should the impossible happen."
He sighed and leveled another look to Yuushi, again indicating that he didn't believe in the good behavior act one bit, and continued.
"If you'd really like to find out how you were... born, I can help you find that out. It's better than speculation and no, I'm sure none of you came out of your... mother's ass."
He raised an eyebrow at the Oshitari clone and finished his thought. "And Yuushi... how you were brought into this world is no excuse for bad manners. I don't see any of you as 'assbabies' and if you want to be treated well by me, then act like a decent human being. I don't respond to self-hate or guilt trips and I despise lies. If you want to be treated well, then treat me the same. Now what were you two planning on doing, before I came home?"
Yuushi's lower lip was poked out a little further than normal. For once he wasn't aware of it. Yuushi had hung on every word of Shishido's as he explained "assbaby" to Shishi. Was he trying to break his clone's brain with all that new information? Too much too fast can be a bad thing. Shishido's last statement, which was addressed to Yuushi, left him unusually stunned.
He knew a lot of his antics didn't have any effect on Shishido, and now that he realized Shishido knew about his quest for data he understood why. He was still a bit amazed Shishido was able to see through everything as well as he did. The way he was being so straight forward about it didn't make Yuushi anymore pleased either.
Perhaps I underestimated him. Nfu...
"We were about to play Pretty Pretty Princess. Shishi's teaching me how to play." Yuushi said almost as sulkily as he was starting to look. His jaw was clenched a little tighter making his lip poke out just a tad more. It appreared Yuushi was having an unscheduled pout session whether he wanted to or not. The jig, it seemed, was totally up. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Acting incredibly perky all the time made Yuushi tired anyway.
Shishido sighed and finally relaxed a bit, the stern features softening just a touch and the cobalt eyes swirling back into sapphire.
Strangely enough, the cause of his relaxation was the pouty and slightly disconcerted expression on Yuushi's face. Something he had said must have struck a homerun. Good.
Good. Maybe we've come to a mutual understanding, now. Guess I'll just have to see...
"Ahhh okay, then. I'll get some snacks and drinks ready for you guys. What would you like to drink and which do you prefer - salty or sweet?" Shishido stuck his phone back into his pocket and headed to the kitchen.
If he and Yuushi were able to get along like this - without the other's peculiar and suspicious behaviors - then maybe he would explain about his aversion to... data.
Maybe.
Shishi wasn't entirely sure what happened, but in that short exchange both Shishido and Yuushi seemed to have clamed down, each in their own ways. Yuushi seemed less spunky, which to Shishi was a good thing as he found the other clone's personality to be rather...overwhelming at times, and Shishido, Shishido's features had softened considerably.
He was still a little confused as to the whole concept of 'assbabies' and why everyone seemed so obsessed with them on livejournal, but he decided it would be best to have Shishido clarify him on the issue at a later date. Right now, it looked as though the game would actually get started, despite its earlier delays.
He slowly got up from where he had curled himself up on the floor. Shishido was still in the kitchen, so he decided to finish setting up the game while he waited for his original to come back in.
"So, Yuushi-san." he said, "Shall I teach you and Shishido-san how to play?"
'Shishido doesn't know how to play either. That's excellent. I despise being the only person that doesn't know how to do something.'
"Yes! Please teach us Shishi. I'm anxious to get started!" The sulky tone of his voice from earlier seemed to have vanished. Yuushi could be highly resilient after all, and he was still going to get a chance to observe Shishi at something that didn't frighten him as well as watching both Shishidos interact with one another. Wasn't the Ohtori clone supposed to join them as well?
Shishido nodded and called out from the kitchen. "Go ahead and get the game set up, I'll be up in a few after I get the snacks and stuff!"
He was actually rather ravenously hungry and his throat was parched after running around looking for Ohtori, so he decided to grab a few things. He snagged a few bags of chips from the cupboard and some leftover teriyaki chicken from the fridge and swiped a quart of orange juice from the counter and four glasses from another cupboard.
Remembering what Yuushi said about spoiled milk, he made a face and dug into the fridge for the milk and found out that it was indeed, spoiled. He shook his head and dumped it out and tossed the carton away.
After making sure he didn't make a mess, he collected everything into his arms and headed up to his room.
When Shishido returned with the food and drinks, Shishi could hardly contain his excitement. Now that both his friends weren’t fighting anymore, he finally remembered what they had all had gathered there in the first place. Well, why Yuushi had come anyway....
"So," he began, "you pick a color, blue, pink, yellow, or green, and you need to go around the board and collect all four pieces of jewelry that match that color by landing on the spaces. When you get them all, you need to get the crown and then you're the Pretty Pretty Princess. ^_^ Except that there's a black ring, and if you get that you can't get the crown until someone else lands on the space and takes it from you. Yep, that's about it, any question?"
He looked up, hoping his friends understood.
Maaaaaan... I'm gonna die from playing this, I swear, I swear... Thank god I don't have long hair anymore...
"I pick blue." Shishido set the food and drink items down on his desk and reached over and snagged the blue piece. Once he snagged it, he poured a glass of orange juice and offered it to Yuushi.
"Yuushi, you said you were thirsty earlier... I brought up some orange juice. Shishi, would you like some?" The brunette raised an eyebrow and held up the carton of orange juice.
Shishi sighed, he had wanted blue, but he supposed he could settle for yellow. As long as Shishido would play with him and Yuushi.
He reached up and took the orange juice carton out of Shishido's outstretched hand. He liked orange juice. It didn't have carbonation or anything dangerous or unhealthy, and he had heard it helped prevent heart attacks, which he was always worried about getting at any moment.
He grabbed the dice for the game and looked at the other two people he was playing with. "Um...who wants to go first?"
Yuushi willed himself not to let his mouth gape open as he watched Shishido take the blue piece. Yuushi wanted the blue piece. Yuushi forced himself not to gasp as Shishi took the yellow piece. Yuushi also wanted the yellow piece. Wasn't there supposed to be more order involved in picking game pieces? Shouldn't there be a nice discussion about who gets what? Having never played a board game in his short clone life, this was definitely new territory for him. Clearly picking pieces for board games was survival of the fittest. In this case Yuushi proved to be weak. Yuushi could live without the blue piece. After all, wasn't he The Best Clone? Such trivial things shouldn't ruffle his feathers so much. But they did. He did NOT want the yellow piece. Or the exquisite blue one. Not. At. All.
Giving the remaining two pieces a dejected look he made his choice. Obviously he choose the pink piece. Green was such an ugly color and always made him think of things like vomit, frogs, toads, and slime.
'Oh, what's this? A crown? I KNEW something like that would be involved! Next thing you know Shishi will break out some glitter for us to sprinkle in our hair then we can all dance around like Pretty Pretty Glittery Princesses.'
Finally snapping out of his own thoughts he noticed that the game was starting and Shishido was offering him some orange juice. And Shishi took the carton. That was meant for him. Yuushi wanted the carton. And the blue piece. And because he didn't have the blue piece or the orange juice or even the yellow piece he made a mental vow on his mother's holy 'nfu' that he would win this game. Oshitari Yuushi clone was playing for real.
"Errrrr... here." Shishido chuckled and took the carton of juice back from Shishi and poured him a glass of orange juice and gave it to him.
"That's a lot of juice to drink." He poured himself another glass and set the carton on his desk and settled himself on the floor between the other two boys.
Seeing all the jewelry pieces, he forced himself to not gag. UGHHHHH... He reeeeally hoped his parents would stay out of the house for a long long time. He'd die if his parents or his older brother caught them playing such a... a... girly game.
UGHHHHHHH...
"Errrrr... Shishi... how did you come across this game anyway?" He asked as conversationally as possible.
Shishi thought to himself for a moment, where had he learned about this game?
"I always thought that I used to play it with Choutarou-chan," he said, "but since I'm a clone that isn't possible, is it?"
"Maybe it's genetic, maybe Mother or Father likes to play it? Or maybe it's because I'm a clone of you. I'm supposed to be your...opposite, right? And I guess you'd never play something like this. I mean, you're so tough and independent and don't care what other people think of you. I'm sure you don't even want to play....I mean, I've kinda been thinking of growing my hair out but I'm sure you wouldn't want me to. I mean, you'd never do anything like that, would you?"
If the rest of Hyoutei had been in the room right at the moment when Shishi had mentioned that Shishido would 'never do anything like that', they either would have laughed their asses off or run for their lives.
Or both at the same time.
Shishido's eyes flashed and he ground his teeth for a second before smiling a little too friendly of a smile at Shishi, while showing his teeth.
"Actually, believe or not, I used to have long hair, though I hardly think that that would make me a girl." His eyes narrowed slightly, as if daring either of the boys to argue with him on that point.
"Considering the personality of your... 'mother', perhaps the tendency comes from her," he offered offhandedly, his mind mentally chiming in with "But you definitely got your good looks from me!"
Yuushi's mind swirled as he heard Shishi say things like 'Choutarou-chan,' 'Mother,' 'Father,' 'play, and 'growing hair.'
'Oh my...So many questions. Variables. Possibilities. DATA. I feel faint. Possibly orgasmic too....Somehow.'
Yuushi took a BIG gulp of orange juice that was actually in Shishi's glass and tried to focus on the conversation at hand. 'My, Shishido's got a temper on him. Doesn't that hurt his teeth to do that? What did he say about Mother?!?!'
However Yuushi did not call Shishido on his remark about Mother since he really didn't want to set the other boy off again. In fact he would not look at Shishido and stared into Shishi's glass of orange juice.
"I'm sure you looked...handsome and manly with long hair. Like you do now.....Shishi! You should take the 1st turn! Yes?"
Shishido blinked and shook his head. "Thanks... I think," he muttered and took a long drink from his glass of orange juice.
As he surveyed the playing board, his hand unconsciously went to the back of his head, reaching for a ponytail that he used to have.
Awwww shit. Why the hell did Shishi have to bring that subject up anyway? Maaaan. What a day...
"Yes, Shishi... you go first and we can learn from you, neh?"
Shishi blinked, he got to go first? Wow, this was great! For the first time since first meeting Shishido, Shishi actually felt relaxed and safe among people he didn't find threatening. Even Yuushi, who seemed to have reverted back somewhat to his rather clingy self.
He carefully picked up the dice and gently rolled them across the floor. He watched the small cube as it rolled to a halt.
Five.
Shishi moved his piece accordingly, and landed on [don't remember exactly how to play] the spot for the yellow ring. Grinning happily, he picked the piece out of the jewelry box and placed it on his finger.
Thinking back to what Shishido had said earlier, he tried to imagine both himself and his original with long hair. 'I bet we'd look really pretty!'
Shishido swallowed the almost audible cringe as Shishi happily put on a cheap-looking plastic yellow ring.
Ohhhhh maaaaan... Fuck no! Please tell me I'll never land on those pieces! Oh wait... maybe I'll get that weird black ring and then I won't get to be Princess! Hell yeah!
He gestured for Yuushi to go next. "Do you want to go next?"
"Thank you Shishido! I'd love to!" Yuushi squealed. First he blew on the dice for luck then rolled them with much gusto. "Papa Yuushi needs the pink ring!"
The dice ended up with two little dots facing upward.
Yuushi was visibly displeased. Lady luck must have been frowning big time on Yuushi today. At least he didn't end up with the black ring. "Your turn." He said to Shishido. He seemed rather uncomfortable. Shishi on the other hand looked extremely pleased with himself and his newly acquired yellow ring. Seeing him so happy made Yuushi feel a bit happy himself. I bet they would look nice with long hair. I'll have to see about getting my hands on an old yearbook later. He wasn't aware of it, but he had started twirling a strand of his own hair.
Shishi was pleased that his friends seemed to be having so much fun (and that he was winning). He bent over, looking towards his original, a large grin plastered on his face. "You're turn, Shishido!"
Damn, but am I going to regret this... Oh well...
"My turn, neh? Well here I go..." With a sinking feeling in his stomach, he rolled the dice and watched with narrowing eyes as the cube rolled and rolled and rolled... and rolled...
"Six. One, two, three, four, five, six... Whew!"
With a sigh of relief, he landed on an empty spot that didn't seem to have any sort of article of jewelry associated with it.
"Your turn, Shishi and err... you can call me Ryou, if you'd like." The dash specialist quirked a tilted grin at his double.
"Um, ok....Ryou..." the name seemed different, but not entirely unpleasent as it rolled off of Shishi's tounge.
It looked like it was his turn again. Picking up the die, he rolled and moved his piece to the appropriate spot. He landed on one of the jewlery spaces, but it was for the green pieces. Oh well, it didn't matter. This was the most fun he'd had in a long time!
Yuushi flung the die down and then moved his piece 3 spots. It seemed he wasn't so unlucky after all because he was now in possession of his beloved pink ring.
"Excellent! I shall be victorious!" Yuushi scooped up his prize and couldn't help but grin.
Awwwwww man... Why does everyone love this game so much?!
Not thinking too much on the matter - at least, trying not to - Shishido rolled the dice and absently moved his piece.
One, two, three, four...
A picture of the blue bracelet taunted him from under his playing piece.
"... the hell? Awwww maaaan."
Unable to completely conceal his grimace, he rooted around the jewelry pieces until he picked up the gaudy bracelet. Eying it as if it might bite him, he examined it before twirling it around a finger since it wouldn't fit around his wrist.
"Your turn," He nodded at Shishi who seemed to be having a ton of fun. Somehow.
The game progressed for several more rounds in this manner. Each of the boys' pieces made their journey around the board, and more jewelry was collected. At some point, the black ring had come into play, and currently rested quite depressingly next to the yellow one on Shishi's hand.
He sighed to himself, he only needed to get the earrings and he could win! If only he didn't have this stupid ring. He looked back and forth and Shi- Ryou and Yuushi, who sat on either side of him. They were also rather close to getting everything they needed. The game could go any way at this point.
'Well, it's been fun at least!' he thought to himself, smiling, even if he did have the black ring on his finger.
Yuushi only needed the pink necklace and then the crown to win the game. Shishido seemed to be just as close to winning himself. Yuushi jiggled the dice in his hands and then let them roll. Perfect! The dice landed on three, the exact number of spaces he needed to get to the pink necklace.
"Waiii! Lucky-lucky me!" Yuushi put the pink necklace on and a little started singing I'm gonna win! I'm gonna win! Because I am Yuushi and I am perrrrfect! I am a winner! Nfufufufu. Nfufufufu. Yeah! Then, feeling cocky and mischievous, Yuushi turned to Shishido, "It's been fun playing, but do you realize what would make this just a wittle bit more fun? A wager."
As the game progressed, Shishido found himself the reluctant new owner of the blue bracelet, blue earrings, and the blue necklace. All he needed was the blasted blue ring... and oh wait.
He didn't want the blasted blue ring!
With a quiet growl and a shake of his head - he swore the presence of the other two clones were starting to do weird things to his head - he turned to face Yuushi with a raised eyebrow.
"A wager? What do you mean 'a wager'?" He tried not to shudder at the image of the ugly pink necklace.
Thank the Shinto gods he had chosen the blue playing piece!
"Well, I was thinking if you lose da..." Yuushi stopped himself from saying 'data' just in time. He didn't push any of Shishido's buttons too hard. However, not really knowing what else to say and he was looking at Shishi, before he knew what was happening the phrase "Shishi could decide..." few out of his mouth.
"Huh? Me?" Shishi asked, pointing to himself, confused. He didn't like wagers, they were always so....tricky.....why did he have to decide what was going to happen? Couldn't he just say he didn't want to?
But Yuushi looked so excited about it. He didn't want his friend to be mad at him, not when they were having such a good time.
"Um...um...." He stuttered, trying to think of the safest thing that Shishido and Yuushi could bet on. "How about, since the winner is the princess, the loser has to be one of their subjects and dress up like one?"
There, that sounded like a safe idea, and both the winner and the loser would end up having fun.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! What kind of an idea is that? Holy hell...
At that very moment Shishido vowed that NOTHING could be worse than being forced to dress up as per the Princess' orders. He was SURE even HE didn't have such a... a... sadistic streak in him. FUN?! The mere idea was about to give him a heart attack!
With this thought in mind, his eyes steeled into flecks of lapis lazuli stones and he tugged on his cap a little more firmly.
"Let's go, then."
With a challenging flash of teeth, he took the dice and rolled...
It landed on two, which happened to be the exact number of spots he needed to move to get the blue ring.
Following that, Shishi took a turn of his own, rolling the die and landing on a black space. He sighed, the black ring was still on his finger.
One again, it was Yuushi's turn. Yuushi wasn't very pleased with the momentary memory lapse he had earlier. He wasn't entirely sure of Shishi's idea either, but it did make the game more interesting. He still thought data would be a good prize but was glad he didn't risk mentioning it and upsetting either of his companions. He rolled the dice and moved his piece accordingly and resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall when he saw that he was now the owner of the dreaded black ring. Of all the horrible luck in the world...
It felt as though a weight had been lifted from his hand as the black ring passed from Shishi to Yuushi. He had had it for so long, Shishi had almost given up hope of winning. Now he was back in the game.
Shishido threw the die for his turn and like Shishi before him, also landed on a black space on the game board.
With a rare renewed sense of confidence that he hardly ever displayed, Shishi took up the die and gave it a solid roll. It landed on four, and his playing piece found the spot that would get him the yellow earrings, the last of the jewelry pieces he needed. He and Shishido were tied now, and it was anyone's game.
It was Yuushi’s turn next, but as the die passed from him to Shishido, he was disappointed to find himself the continued owner of the black ring.
Oh shit... Well... heh... 'least Shishi and I are tied... and I can't really lose... I don't think?
Shishido glanced at his pile of jewelry and sighed and with a raised eyebrow, flipped the die into the air like he would flip a coin and watched it tumble down to the floor.
God, he had never seen anything succumb to the pull of gravity so slowly!
Eyes getting bigger and bigger by each twist, turn, and tumble of the die, they were practically as big as saucers when it finally landed and rolled to a stop.
"5."
Without looking at where 5 moves would land him, he picked up his piece and counted...
"One... two... three... four..."
Silence.
He blinked, hand stilled over the picture of the crown that peeked up at him from the playing board.
"Awww hells."
Fuck me silly...
Silence.
"Five."
Mouth dry, he dropped the blue piece onto the playing board and flashed both of his companions a wan smile.
"Errrr... I won."
It was slightly disappointing to have been so close and not won, but Shishi was still more happy for Shishido than sad about losing. He had come in a strong second which wasn't so bad, and it had been a fun and exciting game.
Smiling a beaming smile at his original, he grabbed the crown and, before the other could protest, happily placed it on his head. "Congratulations, Ryou!"
The crown was now perched on Shishido's head and the black ring sat on Yuushi's finger. He wasn't terribly pleased with the outcome of the game but admittedly, he did have fun, especially when he had been winning. Although if he ever played the game again he would be sure to snatch the blue piece for himself. Looking over at the other two Yuushi couldn't help but smile. Shishi had a broad smile plastered on his face and his original looked adorable in the crown, obviously humoring his clone. Now, Yuushi's part of the deal....the dressing up part.
Yuushi decided to make the best of the situation and accept his fate like a man. There would be no attempt to worm his way out of it, besides it might be fun. Some of the other clones seemed to enjoy such things and perhaps this might give him a little insight into why they did.
"Now, about our wager...."
Shishido both grinned and grimaced from under the silly crown on his head. He was glad that everyone seemed to be take the outcome of the game well enough.
At Yuushi's words, he chuckled. "Ohhhh yeah. Well hmmm... Since I get to be all... pretty... you should be all 'pretty', too." With a somewhat wickedly amused grin on his face, he hashed out the details of the wager.
"Dare you dress in drag? In a girl's school uniform for that matter?" Shishido's teeth showed in the grin, but it wasn't malice, just plain amusement.
"Alright. That sounds reasonable." If the situation had been reversed Yuushi probably would have suggested a nice summer dress, preferably with a nice floral print. Violets seemed like a good idea....Sometimes Yuushi really was his mother's son. "Well hand one over and I'll be a pretty pretty school girl." Yuushi couldn't help but wink at Shishido.
After a bit of searching through Shishido's Mother's closet they managed to find an old school girl outfit. Yuushi didn't think it looked as nice as the Hyoutei girls’ uniform but it would do. Oddly enough it seemed to fit reasonably well and he liked the way his legs looked in the knee high socks as well as the way they felt. Yuushi glanced in the mirror one more time and decided while he looked damned good he didn't think he'd make a habit of dressing like this. Although no one would know if he wore knee high socks under his pants....
"So, what do you think? Isn't Yuushi is the prettiest clone or what?" He proceeded to twirl around the room happily acting up a bit. More often than not, he had enough confidence for two people.
Shishi nodded happily in response. Yuushi seemed to enjoy being the game's loser. He just hoped the three of them wouldn't get in trouble for raiding Shishido's mother's closet, especially since she didn't know two of them even existed.
Heading back into the other room, he started to place all the game pieces carefully back into the box, saving the yellow jewelry, which he was still wearing, for last. Once finished, he placed the game box into Shishido's closet, which was currently serving as his room and went back to join Yuushi and Shishido. The day had been so much fun, he couldn't wait for the next time they all played again.
Shishido had more or less been in mild shock upon hearing Yuushi's agreement to dress in drag. Then again, when he really thought about it, it wasn't all that weird and to be honest, Yuushi being a good sport about it made things a bit more fun. Turned out, he hadn't even minded wearing the crown.
At least... not that much.
With some digging through closets and some laughter, they had gotten Yuushi into a school uniform and had laughed some more.
It wasn't that bad after all...
Now that they were sitting around and drinking some juice and nibbling on snacks, the air was more relaxed and Shishido had all but forgotten what had happened earlier that day.
Maybe things won't be so bad after all, neh?
((At some point we started basing the story after the crack-doodles...XDDDD))