Sukoshi Chō (Little Butterfly) Yomo x reader x Uta *postponed*

Chapter One: Just Like Old Times

 It was a beautiful autumn day in Harajuku, the citizenry mingled freely. People of all ages, shapes and sizes and fashion types waiting, going to and from place to place, one person in particular was noticeable to people, as a group of young ladies and some men gathered round her rather frilly store, the woman looked out of place in the sea of Lolita girls. Her dark grey sweater and black jeans put a different spin on the store entirely as she unlocked the doors for the first time.

Suddenly the whole crowd surrounding the woman shouted, "Omedetōgozaimasu" as the blandly dressed woman threw open the large glass doors, she walked in and greeted the customers as they filed by her. Some gave her little gifts, charms and good welcome cards, some weren't even customers but other designers and boutique owners whom decided to wish well to the new kid on the block.

How much the young girl stood out was almost painfully obvious, as her store was full of frilly, pastel, light and almost childish items, although her face covered in dark makeup, with blue lipstick and dark clothes. She had been swinging around a rather large vinyl backpack and finally put it behind the desk that was stationed in the middle of the large room. The walls, covered in a robins egg blue and white mirrors were lined with dresses, shirts, and the occasional painting. In the back there were small changing rooms that could be accessed with a key, and a restroom as well. The majority of the north wall had tables pushed up against it with little oddities such as anime character plushies and hair bows. Surrounding the check out desk was a glass case full of jewelry and limited edition figurines.

The shop owner started to walk around to speak to her new patrons, as she did, she noticed 2 slightly familiar faces, or rather a familiar face and a familiar sleeve of tattoos.

"Itori? Is that you?" A woman with long straight auburn hair and amber eyes turned away from the black leather corset she was admiring and looked the woman with blue lips in the eyes.

" Iba-chan? You've gotten bolder. You kept the lipstick though." She replied, her hands played with the silk laces to the corset as the man she was accompanied by looked over Itori's shoulder at Iba.

"Who's this, with you? It can't be the infamous Uta." Iba teased. She pointed a finger at the man and laughed at her own joke.

"Oh really, and who says I can't be Uta?" the man asked.

"Your hair is all wrong, and you aren't wearing those hideous glasses anymore." As soon as Iba said the words she coiled up, preparing for someone to strike. Although when he did not lash out she resumed her former position of with her hands by her sides and continued to speak. "So, you gave it up on purpose? Or did Itori get into your head?"

"A little bit of both I suppose." Itori answered for him, she held up the corset she had been fingering to her torso and turned to the male and female. "So, how do you think this looks?"

"I think you would like the one I have in the back." Iba said as she walked towards the back of the store, she pulled a ring of keys from her belt and shuffled through the ocean of customers that continued to flow in through the front door. As she continued to retrieve the corset, the other ghouls spoke to each other about their long lost friend.

"She hasn't changed a bit." Itori whispered with a stupid grin plastered to her face.

"What are you planning?" Uta asked dully.

"Oh nothing, just a little, family reunion."

"But her family's all, oh..." Uta's face slowly twisted into a smile as the two thought wickedly, planning their little scheme as Iba's face slowly came back into view.

"Here you are Itori, the Lindsey corset, it's brown and will complement your eyes, as well as bring out your hair." Iba, noticing the looks that the two ghouls had on their faces slowly backed away, "What, you two aren't going to do something stupid are you?"

"No," said Itori, " but we do need you to come see how far we've made it in our lives. You're not the only big shot here in town."

"Oh?" Iba looked from Itori to Uta, her mind wandering into the unknown, what is it that these fools could manage other than a fight club?

"When you're done here, we'll come by and take you out for drinks, how bout it?"

"All right then. You going to buy the corset?" Iba smirked, handing the large-breasted corset to Itori and a cuff bracelet to Uta. "I found this in the back, I forgot that I had ordered these about 2 months before I got here. I think it will be a nice touch to your excessive punk."

Uta took the bracelet and put it around his wrist.

As the three ghouls walked up to the check out desk, a slue of customers had already formed a line that ringed around the shop a sign that Iba should be getting back to work. After getting to the desk, she started to smile, finally feeling her life fall back into place, even as her friends stayed towards the end of the line, she thought of how soon, she would see how much better their lives had become, and how she would possibly see the love of her life that she had come back for. Renji Yomo.