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𝐈𝐕. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 felt ethereal and a bit unsettling. After her little encumbrance last week, she was royally pissed at Ego Jinpachi. The recap of the events of last Friday was as follows:

Yuichi Siera stood outside the beauty parlour, fluttering her lashes in deliberation. The motive for her being there was simple. To cut her hair, dye it to a random colour, put on some makeup to look more masculine and go to Bluelock. Why was she doing this? Bluelock desired to produce a 'male' genius striker, not a female one. As Siera was an exceptional talent, Teieri Anri offered that if Siera didn't disclose her gender to anyone else, she could walk into Bluelock without concern. 

After brooding for about five minutes, Siera sucked her breath and went into the parlour to get her makeover. As she strode in, she marvelled at the construction. It was spectacular. Neither was it pink and girly nor was it black and boyish. It was just fitting. The cream floral wallpapers with a blend of retro made it look like a collaboration to quintessence. The mirrors had framings of fairy lights; the tables were made of teak and daubed in tints of sky blue; the maquillage lined up in a five-layered staircase vanity; the chairs were in the shade of white and were pushbacks with a cosy shoulder rest; the excellent air conditioning and last but not least the magazines of eclectic genres stacked up neatly in a corner. Leading Siera to a seat was Yuna-san, who had booked her appointment. She picked up a soccer magazine from the heap and sat on the stool, enthralled in reading the journal.

"Yuichi-san, what type of hairstyle would you like?" asked the stylist holding onto a pair of scissors and a comb. She pulled the prodigy's hair tie and let the chocolate locks flow to her client's shoulder.

"Do a boy cut, then make it all messy and dye it... black," the teenager said nonchalantly. Yuna's eyes dilated. Why would anyone cut such stunning hair and dye it black? However, she didn't say a word. "And also, Yuna-san, after your done with the hair, give me a pair of coloured contacts," she quipped, smiling.

After a reasonable hour, the appointment was over. Yuichi Siera looked nothing like Yuichi Siera. Short messy ebony hair, shiny blue-green eyes and the complacent smile on her face were very masculine. She looked hot. She wore a chest binder, covering her breasts. Her abs hid discretely due to her long, baggy sweater. She settled the fee for the makeover and strolled back home.

Yuichi Rin opened the door, and she gaped at the vista in front of her. There stood a lad— lofty and sturdy with disorganised but gorgeous raven hair (that made him look more youthful) and striking blue-green eyes that twinkled under the Sun. He leaned against the wall and spoke in a resonant, seductive voice, "Hey love, do you know where heaven is?"

Yuichi Rin, seemingly flustered, reacted, "No... uh... not at all."

"Oh!" the youngster expressed his dissatisfaction, "Because I thought you were an angel from heaven," he said, being all cheesy and romantic. Yuichi Rin felt herself thawing at the man's pickup line. She awwed at him and leaned in to hug him when—

"MOM!" the boy yelled in a girl's voice. Siera pushed her mother away slightly from falling onto her. Rin blinked in bafflement. How could a handsome boy like him be her son? No! She had no son; she had a daughter! Then— actuality struck her that minute. Her daughter had gone out to get a makeover to look like a boy; so she could go to Bluelock. The mother gazed at the godly persona standing in front of her. It took her one good minute to realise that it was her daughter. Her sharp chin, broody eyes and strong cheekbones resembled that of Siera. If she ever had a son, she wanted it to be like him.

"Siera dear!" cooed Rin. "You look marvellous. Marvellously handsome," she said, the last bit quietly, but her daughter did hear it.

"Yeah. Marvellously handsome to get you to fall in love with me," she baulked, shaking her head in disapproval. She moved past her mother and raced up the stairs to her room. Her mother was left goggling at her descending figure and muttering comfortings to her lonesome self.

She was finally there. The place to create the best striker in the world: Bluelock. And she wouldn't fucking give anyone else a chance at even attempting to overpower her.

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