The Enchanted Graden

Chapter 1

A Group Outing

    Endless chatter could be heard along with the sound of cars honking and passing by. But all he could hear was his boots making crunching sounds each time it made contact with icy ground.

    He was currently wearing odd and HIGHLY uncomfortable clothes, he was wearing shades, a white mask, a scarf, a winter coat, and oversized boots. Surely the winter coat, boots and scarf made sense since it was the snowy season but the shades and mask made things slightly more difficult for him. He didn't like this not one bit but...

    He had to.

    If not, everyone in the area probably would've already been closing in on him asking him for autographs and asking him privacy-invading questions and etc.

    And he hated it. But if this was something that came with winning the FFI, it was worth it.

    Right now, he was on his way to a friend. Someone in the team that he hadn't seen in a while after winning the competition.

    As he approached his destination, he saw a petit figure already waiting for him in front of an old apartment. His exitement was already bubbling inisde of him as he quickened his pace to approach the figure.

    "Arisu-chan?"

   The figure flinched and went to see who called, but the figure just by hearing the voice of the owner.

    "K-Kiyama-kun." The girl stuttered and smiled, but once she got a good look at him. She tried not to laugh.

    Upon noticing this, the red-head cocked his head in a questioningly matter. "What?" He asked already knowing the answer, he just wanted confirmation.

    "Y-you, l-look like so-some weri-do." She said in between laughs, but soon began wheezing at the thought.

    Hiroto just chuckled at his friend. She was still the old Michiko he knew.
    "D-don't ya th-think you went a tincy little bit o-overboard?" She asked still snickering.

    "It's wasn't my idea." He defended, though he didn't have any other choice if he didn't want to arrive in shredded pieces.

    "I-I think have a better idea." She motioned him to follow her into the apartment. Once he did, his tensed (and cold) body calmed at the warm atmosphere the old apartment had to offer.

    "H-here catch." She tossed him something, once he had it he inspected it's texture with his fingers.

    "A brown wig?" He asked, trying to get the gist of what his friend was trying to do.

    "Also, h-here." She handed him a white plastic container that fit in his palm.

    He decided to open the plastic container and saw "Blue eye contacts?" He asked. After a few moment of pondering to himself he finally found out what his blonde-haired friend was trying to say.

    "C-c'mon put it on." She urged him. Once he did, not one recognizable trace of Kiyama Hiroto was left. His classic red hair was now a chocolate brown and his piercing green eyes were now a transparent blue. (A/N: just imagine this anyway you want)