French Cup: A Neighborhood Story

Chapter 34: -Kazuya- Oops, It's Actually a Zombie Book

A Spring-like breeze was twisting around the revelers instead of the bitterly cold one that we'd been expecting. It was still freezing, but that made it a little better. A cupcake had just left my hand and cash was now in the other. In front of me, like the breeze, someone of delightfully androgynous appearance was twirling around in a Pride flag like a cape. Nearby, someone was waving giant wings made of gold fabric, sparkling and weaving in the wind as their arms went up and down. Confetti was raining down to us from some handheld confetti cannons that one stand was selling. Rainbow paper everywhere. Various disco tunes were coming out of the speakers of our sound system, and above that were the voices of Nikki and Hanako, with Hanako's microphone turned up much higher than Nikki's due to his soft voice.

Up the street, Hanako was walking with Nikki. I could just barely see them, walking among people. Hanako was wearing the fairy wings he'd told us about. They were enormous and minty green, held up by wire inside. His flowy, Grecian style dress reminded me of someone out of an Alphonse Mucha painting. In fact, his theory was easy to see, reminding me of the moon and stars painting in particular. That kind of innocence, like a little fairy. Fairies and fairy imagery had been quite popular in Alphonse Mucha's time, so it was natural for Hanako to look like this if that was the inspiration. His wig was long a white blonde, wavy in the breeze, his bangs thick and wavy, too. He appeared like a little cherub, with powdered on intense pink blush with white dots like a baby deer on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. He had thick eyeliner like an Egyptian, the top black and the bottom white and darker pink. His forehead was white and down to his nose in sharp lines to make it appear smaller, ending in a button shaped point of a darker pink animal nose. His lips were an orangey pink. Topping it all off literally was his massive crown of fresh flowers and tiny white deer horns. Even looking so fabulous, he must have been freezing.

Nikki was something else altogether. His face had liquid latex and with this he'd been able to raise up fake wounds and stitching, giving himself a Frankenstein kind of look. A Frankenstein who'd been torn up by angry town people. Never one to not stand out, he'd given in to another one of his passions, which was circus. He was in stilts, wearing long pants to cover them. He wore a high-low cut tuxedo themed coat dress over this, giving himself a genderfuck kind of look. His top hat was rakish, and his wig was a burst of wild orange curls that cascaded down his back. His whole outfit, including his face, was in black and white as if he were from an old black and white horror movie, but the hair was as if painted in on the frame to make it all the more fiery. Even the "blood" on his outfit was a dark hue, but undoubtedly blood.

"So, I'm staying with Nikki at the moment. Nikki has a giant dildo sitting his living room. Nikki, can you tell us about it?" Hanako asked, and his voice blared from the speakers on either side of me. Some customers who were in front of me peered up, smiling with fake blood stained teeth and mouths at the conversation. They were wearing rainbow colored headbands and holding hands.

"I won it from Pinky's Books! It's behind this street, and their stand is right over there past the movie theater!"

"Oh, is that where it came from? I must say, I was intimidated. Are you into that kind of thing?"

"Are you asking what my kinks are?"

"Yes. Please tell me."

Their voices were getting more sultry.

"Hanako-chan, how big is your dick?"

"Uh-!" Hanako made a noise like a deer sneezing. "No! Don't talk about my dick!" His voice was still floaty and ethereal, making me suppress a giggle into my hand.

Nikki laughed into his microphone like a mischievous child, and it echoed up and down the street.

"Wah, now everyone's thinking about my dick," Hanako sighed. A cheer went up down the street where they were. "You are thinking about it, aren't you! Perverts!" An even louder cheer went up.