How I went Shopping with Felicienne

By Tsukime P. Heap

How I went Shopping with Felicienne
A/N: Dedicated to all shopping demons, scissor fanatics, and skull lovers.
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You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies lit up the world
As I fell asleep…

Kouri looked at herself in the mirror, frowning ever so slightly, her mp3 playing in the background. Something’s off but she doesn’t know what. She was wearing a bright purple T-shirt with a picture of a barn owl, bright yellow pants, and hot pink sneakers. Kouri ran a brush through her blue-black hair.

“The Kouri thinks it’s the hair… the Kouri’s hair is so… not bright,” she concluded with a nod. “The Kouri has to change the hair color.”

Grabbing her wallet and her mp3 (with earphones this time), she headed out of the dorm. Kizashi was out in his daily exercise (roaming the school while reading). Normally, she would tag behind him but her outfit for the day was bothering her.

I’m dreaming you out in the blue
And I am right beside you
Awake to take in the view
Late nights and early parades
Still lost in a silent ballet
My darling we’re both on the wing look down and keep on singing
So we can go anywhere
Are you there? Are you there?
Or are you just a decoy dream in my head
Am I lost or am I simply tumbling all alone?

So engrossed was she in listening and humming (off-key) the song “On the Wing”, that she didn’t notice the girl heading towards her direction. She bumped into her.

Kouri blinked in surprise and caught the taller girl before she could meet the ground intimately.

“Are you ok?” she asked, worried. Pulling off the earphones, she continued. “The Kouri apologize. Very, very sorry.”

The girl looked at her and Kouri was surprised to see that the girl’s eyes were an intriguing color of violet.

“It’s ok,” the girl said in a tiny voice. “I was about to call your attention anyway. I’m Felicienne Corleone by the way.”

“Wow! The Felicienne has such a cute voice,” Kouri said in awe. “The name’s Toketsu Kouri. The Felicienne want to call the Kouri? Why?”

Felicienne looked at Kouri’s outfit up and down. “Your clothes—“

“The Kouri know,” she interrupted with a forlorn sigh.

The younger girl looked surprised. “Really?”

Kouri nodded and let out another sigh. “The Kouri’s clothes no agree with the Kouri’s hair. The Kouri will go out and look for parlor. The Kouri will color the hair orange!”

Felicienne inwardly cringed. She has to rescue this girl before she does anything more dangerous to herself. “I think a darker black hair will suit you better.”

Kouri was amazed. Talk of fashion is usually done between friends, and never with her. She was starting to like the young girl. “The Felicienne know fashion! Is the Felicienne sure that the Kouri has to go with black? The Kouri thinks her hair is too dull.”

Felicienne smiled. “Trust me. I know a good parlor and several boutiques that have a wide selection of clothes.”

“You will go with the Kouri?” wonder filled her voice.

Felicienne nodded and started walking. “Of course. This way.”

Kouri smiled. “The Kouri likes the HADES. It got lots of nice and kind people. In the Kouri’s old school, the students no like the Kouri. They always make fun of the Kouri, and when they get frostbite, they always make the principal kick the Kouri out, but here, Kouri found the best friend and lots of students like the Kouri too! The Felicienne know Zash?”

The younger girl’s brow furrowed. She was trying to catch up with the speed and, at the same time, decipher the strangeness of Kouri’s words. “Who’s Zash?” she asked.

“The Fukitsu Kizashi. Zash is Japanese like the Kouri. Likes to walk around school, while reading some books Zash won’t let the Kouri borrow, and Kouri love books! Zash has brown hair and wear glasses. Zash always listen to the Kouri and no complain if the Kouri keep speaking and speaking and speaking. Zash has cool sword and Zash offer the Kouri his room,” Kouri replied in one breath.

Felicienne’s mouth dropped. Of course she knows the school’s delinquent, Kizashi. It was rumored that he was studying dark magic and even had a pact with he devil himself. Why is this girl friends with him? Realization dawned on Felicienne. He’s obviously using her.

“Yes, I know him,” she said. “Why are you with him? He’s one of the worst delinquents this school has ever seen.”

Kouri blinked. “Zash is not that bad. Zash no hurt the Kouri, though once Zash had thought to let the Kouri sleep on the floor. The Kouri no like the floor. Now, the Kouri sleep on the bed.”

They had now arrived at the parlor named “Le Hair Fashione” and Felicienne pushed the door open and entered the shop. Though she doesn’t agree with Kouri’s reasoning, she could see that her new friend really believes that the delinquent was an angel incarnate. Just thinking about it almost made her shudder. If angels are like him, who needs demons?

The manager went out and welcomed them. He obviously knows Felicienne.

“Mademoiselle Corleone, welcome,” the manager greeted, his accent pronounced. “I see you brought someone with you, a new friend perhaps?”

Felicienne nodded. “Thank you for the warm welcome, Pierre. This is Kouri. She would like to have her hair dyed.”

“Oh, what a good choice, mademoiselle, and pray, what color do you wish?” the manager asked, trying, and failing, to keep the disgust from his voice when he had looked Kouri over.

“Well, the Kouri wanted to have the orange but the Felicienne said the Kouri look better with darker black hair so the Kouri would now like to have black hair,” she said with a big smile.

“A good choice,” the manager said with a bow then he ordered his attendants to serve them.

An hour later, Kouri, now with her hair a pure black, the dye has covered even her hair’s natural highlights, stepped out of the parlor with Felicienne.

“The Kouri still can’t believe the Felicienne is younger. The Felicienne is taller,” she ended with a sad, almost sulking voice.

Feliciene giggled. “Don’t worry, Kouri. You can still grow.”

Kouri sighed. “How the Kouri wish. The Kouri will be 17 next year and the Kouri know that the epiphyseal plates close and become epiphyseal lines that age for women.”

The younger girl looked surprised. “You know about the epiphyseal lines and plates?”

Kouri nodded. “The Kouri know lots of things,” she said with a grin. “The Kouri is now studying Cryogenics or the study and use of materials at very low temperatures, and is hoping to proceed to Cryobiology which is study of living things, life processes, and biological material subjected to very low temperatures, including preservation at cryogenic temperatures below -150°C (-238°F) or cryopreservation.”

[A/N: Nosebleed. Special thanks to Microsoft Encarta Encyclopedia 2009 and Essentials of Anatomy and Physiology.]

Felicienne was speechless. She didn’t expect Kouri to say so much or know so much. What with her strange fashion sense and weird speech. There’s obviously more to Kouri than meets the eye.

They spent the afternoon shopping in the boutiques, or, more specifically, Felicienne was trying to stop Kouri from picking bright colors and matching them with equally brighter ones.

“The Felicienne so kind to the Kouri, thank you!” Kouri said as they exited their latest shop. Kouri was now wearing a purple sleeveless dress and matching closed shoes.

Felicienne smiled tiredly. “You’re welcome.”

Kouri looked at her quietly for several minutes and then smiled. “The Kouri likes the Felicienne’s skull clip.”

“Really?” the younger girl said, genuinely pleased. “Come on, I’ll buy you a matching one.”

Kouri happily followed Felicienne to another shop and there, she brought her a larger skull hair clip. The smaller ones were out of stock.

“How does the Kouri look now?” she asked as she gazed at herself in the mirror.

“Wonderfully beautiful,” Felicienne replied and mentally added, and perfectly normal, thank goodness!

Kouri then bought snacks for the both of them and they ate it on the taxi as they headed back to their school.

They were entering the gates when Kouri saw Kizashi walking towards them, still reading his book.

“Zash!” she squealed. “The Kouri bought new clothes!”

Kizashi barely glanced up from his book. “I see.”

“This is the Felicienne, the Kouri’s new friend,” she continued. The said friend was slowly distancing herself from the delinquent.

Kizashi looked Felicienne up and down and returned to his book.

Kouri bid goodbye to Felicienne who quickly left the presence of the devil bargainer. It isn’t good to be seen with such a person.

As Kouri followed Kizashi back to the dormitory, Kizashi obviously not helping with the shopping bags, she rambled about what had happened that afternoon.

Kizashi barely replied. There was no need. When Kouri was in a mood to talk, the best thing to do is just shut her voice out, so Kizashi did.

“Tomorrow the Kouri will dye your hair, too, Zash!”

Kizashi didn't hear her. He was already in page 518 of his book and was too absorbed to care.

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A/N: Hope you'll all like this~ ^^