Right Under My Nose
So I have a story for you guys, because I presently gots myself quite an idea.
Rewind to March of 2009. I had been to Megacon in recent times; I had just as recently decided that I actually sought after devoting some of my time to cosplaying; meaning, the cheapo cruddy little poor Kaiba costume that I had bought off of the internet and worn to my first three anime conventions was no longer satisfactory.
I started making sketches and designs like nuts and eventually teamed up with my friend’s mom, a brilliant seamstress: by late April, a pretty awesome Kaiba coat has been born. JACON X- Endgame is just around the corner; in mid-May, I throw the trenchcoat on and go parade myself around like the rich butthole that I know I am. And, it is wonderful!
Let me reiterate my position in life: I go to college in a city 200 miles away from my hometown, so I only see my family about once every other month on average. I’m nineteen years old, and I have a brother who is three and a half years younger: you know what this means: yeah, he grows forty inches between each of my visits.
I’m now home for the holidays. After going to five conventions with this improved cosplay, I realized something now for the first time: every time that I dress in my Kaiba coat to go to a convention or have a photoshoot, I’m putting my Kaiba coat on a little voluptuous 5’4” female body. Mounds of long red curls are hid messily under a wig. Girly hips are only to some extent hidden by the billowing coat. I live for it: I love attending conventions pretending to have a bad attitude, pretending to be constantly miserable, and it’s all silly and fantastic; but when it comes down to it, come on; how much do I REALLY look like Seto Kaiba.
I came home this past Friday night. Saturday, I went to go watch my brother sing in a chorus performance. We got all dressed up- as we left the house to get into the car, I stopped at the front door of the house, hit by a sudden, overwhelming realization.
My sixteen-year-old brother was wearing a formal, white suit. His hair was styled straight; just long enough to frame his face and touch the bottom of his neck. He opened the driver’s side door to his new red Mustang; noticing that I was standing still, he asked, “What, Julie?”, pushing thick, brown bangs off of the bridge of his nose; fixing sky-blue eyes on me pointedly. “Come on, get in the car, we’re going to be late!” He bends down, folding his thin, six-foot-tall figure in half, as he gets into the car. I get into the passenger seat. He pulls a pair of black sunglasses out of the glove compartment and puts them on. He asks me to set the radio stations on pre-set and I stare stupidly at the buttons; he scoffs at this response and brushes my hand out of the way to mess with the radio, himself; it’s now that I notice that his fingers are at least two and a half inches longer than mine are.
“Hey, Nick,” I mutter, dumbfounded. “How’d you like to make ten bucks?”
Long story short, soon I’m going to dress my brother up like Seto Kaiba and have a photoshoot with him this weekend or something. Expect some cool stuff: I’m not joking, this boy PHYSICALLY LOOKS IDENTICAL TO SETO KAIBA and I’m kind of excited to see what he’ll look like in my costume! Hopefully at Megacon I can make him wear the costume one day while I dress as Priest Seto (by then it will be fixed, I imagine) and we can have a photoshoot (…I also hope that I can find some kind of stool to stand on for the pictures in order to make the incredible difference in our heights irrelevant). We’ll see. XD