Companions- Doll House
Fandom: Shugo Chara!
Collection/Title: Companions- Doll-house
Rating: T
Summary: Fragile in his finest moment. IkutoxScientist (lololol)
Notes: Written for 15pairings, but the claim's unprocessed as of now. (#11 Men)
Author: tokene
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They brought out the gel, the wax, the prescription-less glasses (stored in a steel briefcase, while the embryo catcher itself was content to be placed on the back of a truck with only a flimsy canvas thrown over it for 'safety').
A second case was gently (as if holding the embryo itself) placed and opened, three-piece suit unfolded and presented to him on a satin-padded hanger.
He stared.
(Since when had his eyes been so blank? They weren't so blank last week, were they? No, they weren't! They weren't they weren't they weren't.)
They stared, the woman clearly losing patience at the teenager (man?) who was unable to dress himself.
He stared right back, looking at them, yet not quite.
“Strip him.”
(I won't lie that my heart skipped a beat at that command.)
The two men removed his jacket, tossed it aside. Peeled off his dress-shirt (it was fifteen degrees in here, how could he be sweating?), his pants, left in a pile in the corner. Stripped him right down to his boxers and nothing else, as he stood there.
He didn't so much as blink.
She did. She stared and blinked, and blinked and flushed (it was unlike any other form of embarrassment I had expected to feel).
(He'd lost so much weight. It was to be expected, when one missed two out of three meals a day, but the sight itself was something else completely.)
The two men stepped aside, as the lady (where was she from, anyway?) took over, pulling the white shirt over his shoulders (they weren't that bony the last time she saw, were they?), buttoning up every pearl button with the same reverence a little girl would give a new doll (It was a disturbing metaphor to say the least, so I didn't think about it. Refused to think about it).
Double-row gold buttons were done up, pants pulled on, cuffs straightened, glasses set (Glasses? Why glasses? Did they think that would hide him?).
She fixed his hair, brushed each strand into place (place? What defined place?), fixed it with hairspray, and finally stepped back.
(My heart skipped a beat.)
(What had possessed me in the past few months, good god.)
Sitting there, dressed in his finest (blankblankblankblank. Why so blank?), the teenager (boy.) never looked so young.
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A/N:
Written right after watching episode 45, kind of a spur of the moment thing. God, I haven't written in forever, and the fruits basket chapter is still sitting there, unwritten. Anyway, the pairing isn't really implied (and its kind of one-sided anyhow), but I just thought it was interesting. Comments?