[Nabari no Ou] Fashion Catastrophe (Raikou, Gau, Yukimi)
Title: Fashion Catastrophe
Author: umarekawareru
Fandom: Nabari no Ou
Rating: G
Genre: Humor (?)
Characters: Raikou, Gau, Yukimi.
Wordcount: 225
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Author’s Notes: University entrance exams hurt my brain. No, I don't have a better excuse for this. Sorry.
When Raikou finally emerges from the changing rooms, it's wearing a colourful gown-like frilly thing that looks like it was only ever popular in downtown Chicago in 1930 (and then only for about twenty minutes), and smiling in satisfaction, "well?"
Everyone else just stares.
"I," Yukimi says eventually, looking vaguely traumatised. "I have no words for this."
Raikou beams, taking his reaction as a compliment. "I know, right? I think I'll wear it with these," he announces, producing a pair of hideous leather pants seemingly out of nowhere. "It'll be perfect for the meeting. We want to give off stylish vibes, you know?"
Raikou stands proud with his hands on his hips; everyone else exchanges horrified glances. The silent equivalent of a collective panic attack shakes the occupants of the room.
"It's a very... unique outfit, Raikou-san," Gau says eventually, gently, wondering how in the world he's going to word this to avoid wounding Raikou's pride, "but perhaps we should go for a more... professional look?"
Raikou looks somewhat disappointed, but recovers quickly. "Next time, then," he shrugs, and returns to the changing room, leaving only ominous silence in his wake.
"Throw those clothes out of the window first chance you get," Yukimi says after a moment, switching on the PC. He looks like he's barely suppressing a shiver. "Him too, while you're at it."
Author: umarekawareru
Fandom: Nabari no Ou
Rating: G
Genre: Humor (?)
Characters: Raikou, Gau, Yukimi.
Wordcount: 225
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Author’s Notes: University entrance exams hurt my brain. No, I don't have a better excuse for this. Sorry.
When Raikou finally emerges from the changing rooms, it's wearing a colourful gown-like frilly thing that looks like it was only ever popular in downtown Chicago in 1930 (and then only for about twenty minutes), and smiling in satisfaction, "well?"
Everyone else just stares.
"I," Yukimi says eventually, looking vaguely traumatised. "I have no words for this."
Raikou beams, taking his reaction as a compliment. "I know, right? I think I'll wear it with these," he announces, producing a pair of hideous leather pants seemingly out of nowhere. "It'll be perfect for the meeting. We want to give off stylish vibes, you know?"
Raikou stands proud with his hands on his hips; everyone else exchanges horrified glances. The silent equivalent of a collective panic attack shakes the occupants of the room.
"It's a very... unique outfit, Raikou-san," Gau says eventually, gently, wondering how in the world he's going to word this to avoid wounding Raikou's pride, "but perhaps we should go for a more... professional look?"
Raikou looks somewhat disappointed, but recovers quickly. "Next time, then," he shrugs, and returns to the changing room, leaving only ominous silence in his wake.
"Throw those clothes out of the window first chance you get," Yukimi says after a moment, switching on the PC. He looks like he's barely suppressing a shiver. "Him too, while you're at it."