Loving Moa Kikuchi ~Moi Fanfic~

Chapter 3

I felt my body shaking, and a gentle pressure on my side.

"Yuuuui-Chaaaan" the voice sang. "We're heeeere." I turned to look out of my cramped bunk and saw Moa, with a cute little smile on her face.

She laughed, "You're lucky we have a hair stylist, your bangs are messy!" She stroked my hair trying to fix them. Her hand slowly dragged down my head.

"Yui!" Moa gasped, "You have a big pimple on your forehead!" I gasped and grabbed my eyebrow. I forgot that it was still there! All the stress about this stupid secret made me forget every other worry I had. I got up as fast as I could, which was actually very difficult in that tiny bunk, and rushed over to the nearest mirror, which was above the white, ceramic bathroom sink.

"Agh!" I exclaimed. It's bigger than it was before. "Should I just pop it?"

Moa thought about it, "I mean, there might be a red mark there, but I think a red mark would be easier to cover up than a big pimple." I nodded, took a deep breath in, and looked back into the mirror. I placed my fingers around the pimple, and slowly squeezed it between my fingers. After a bit of force, the pus popped out onto my fingernail.

"Ewwww" I whined. Moa grabbed a piece of toilet paper from the bathroom and handed it to me. I cleaned up my nail, and gently dabbed my face. I then turned on the hot water and washed my face. The water stung my face where the pimple was, but I knew that it would clean any infection in my pore. I turned off the water, and gently patted my face with a small, white towel.

I turned towards Moa, "How does it look?" I asked.

"Hmm, it's pretty red right now, but I think that will go away." She predicted. I sighed in relief. We both walked out of the bathroom area, into the living area. "I'll grab our coats," she said as I was putting on my black flats, "can you grab our face masks from up front?" she asked. I nodded in response, and she shuffled back through the bathroom. I slipped on my other shoe, and walked over to the wheel of the bus. I looked around and found the masks. Moa came back out with our big, black coats in hand. We exchanged coats and masks, then finally made our way out of the bus. I shivered as I stepped out into the cold. I threw up my hood and huddled close to Moa. We slowly made our way into the building. The entrance was a dimly light, white cinder block tunnel, like many other venues. We followed the paper signs that directed us to our dressing room. The signs also had information like where the main stage was, the lighting room, pyrotechnics, and many other technical things I wouldn't want to bother with. We opened the big, metal, black door that "protected us" from any stragglers that got backstage. We saw Su getting her hair done. She peered at our reflection in the mirror.

"What took you guys so long?" Su questioned, annoyed.

Moa mocked, "Yui had a massive pimple." I nudged at Moa with my elbow, and looked down at my feet, ashamed.

Su laughed, "That's what happens when you forget to wash your face." I gave Moa a sarcastic, angry look, then walked over next to the left of Su, where my chair and mirror had been placed. I took off my coat, and hung it on the back of my big, black, barbers chair. Then, I peeled off my surgical mask and placed it on the table under my mirror. I shuffled closer to the mirror and closely studied my pimple. Moa took notice.

"See, I told you it would shrink." she exclaimed, now sitting to the right of Su, in her chair. I gave her a thankful look, then receded back into my chair.

After a few minutes, another stylist burst through the door. Her name is Bianca. She is a very tall African-American women, who was very good at curling my hair. She laid her supplies across the table, and started working on my hair. She curled my hair in sections, and it different ways, to give my hair a good piecey look. She then split my hair into two parts and put my hair in pigtails. As she was touching up my hair with hairspray, I heard another person waltz in. It was Moa's stylist, Joe.