Vanilla Smoke (Blue Exorcist)

Chapter 15

  Wow! Look, I updated earlier than I normally do! Don't get used to it. This chapter is relatively short, but it starts a personal ark that is very important to this story. So deal with the shortness and read!

      Shuku stood in front of the mirror in her room, analyzing her outfit skeptically.

        Damn, did it feel weird to wear anything like this again, let alone just wearing a bra. Shuku fixed up her makeup and put the contacts on. Concealer to hide all of her scars, and she wore contacts to change her eye color to a lighter shade, and so both her eyes were the same. She wore a dress. A long, black and purple dress with black heels. She had done her hair so it was out of her face. She looked like a girl again, one with extremely short and dyed pixie cut. Other than concealer, Shuku had put on a small bit of dark purple eye shadow in a cat eye and a dark red lipstick. In the mirror, she almost looked how she used to, but those days were over. She had a completely different style, instead of the little girl with the long dresses, she was a regal woman. She now held the power she was always meant to hold.  

        The dress she wore went almost all the way to the floor, it was the only dress Shuku had ever worn that had managed to touch the ground without tripping her. The dress had the same dragon on it as her hoodie, except this one curled around her torso instead of remaining on her back. Along the left leg, the dress parted to show her leg, that was also where she had put the sheaths to the kunai, Shuku wasn't going to be caught off by an unexpected attacker ever again.

      Shuku had sent Hebimaru home, which he was very reluctant about, but as an agreement, if she was in any trouble at all, even if it had to do with Yukio, to summon him. She loved her familiar, truly, he could just be a handful. Shuku had a small sling purse on as well, containing money, a small holy water grenadine, and her vapor pen, fully replenished.

           The only weapon Shuku no longer possessed was her gun, which Glasses had confiscated since 'students are not allowed weapons that could easily kill someone'. The only reason Shuku had been able to keep her knives and pen was because the pen was never designed to be a weapon, and it was only fair since Rin got to carry his sword around. Shuku plucked out the key from the envelope in had been in and took out her pen, drawing in a long breath before leaving. 

        Slipping the key from the note into her dorm room door, it clicked and she opened it. She stepped inside and was greeted by the sound of soft jazz, dim lighting which Shuku barely noticed, and a very nice restaurant. Glancing around, almost in a panicky state, Shuku spotted Yukio, dressed in his school uniform, but with a blue shirt instead of a white one underneath, looking like he was almost in a suit. Shuku walked over to his table, her heels clacking on the floor, then sat down across from Yukio, who was looking at the menu. He looked up, a confused look on his face. 

       "Um? Excuse me, do I know you, Miss? I'm currently waiting for... Shuku?" He started, then trailed off as he realized who it was. 

       "Oh come on Glasses. Is it so weird to see me try to look like a girl?" Shuku retorted, stealing a small puff from her pen, then blowing it in a startled Yukio's face like she was blowing him a kiss.  

        "Umm..." His face went beet red, "It kind of is. I expected you to show up in a suit or something, not like... that." He stated in shock, making Shuku scoff.

        "So you would rather have it look like we're on a gay date than you on a regular date?" Shuku asked, and Yukio continued blushing. 

        "That dress... it's nice, and you're wearing contacts and your scar is covered up. Are you still armed in that?" He asked, avoiding eye contact.