A Tale of One Deviant (Book One)

Chapter 63: In the Bosom of the Fae

My friend, Matsumoto Kagame, was a really materialistic person. She didn't go online to read her favorite manga, but instead went to the store and bought it. She didn't like just a screensaver of her favorite characters, she had posters or maybe a sheet on her bed.

     But, besides buying things with the money she earned by modeling, she was really good with the body.

     No, I'm not talking about anything inappropriate. I'm talking about dressing up, makeup, how to move, actions, that type of thing. It was what she needed for her job, so of course she needed to know. And since I was practically her body double for days she got sick or days Kagome couldn't fill in for her, I had to know all that highly useless information as well. Where do you think those cell phone payments came from every time Mitsuhiko broke my phone? It was good money.

Good money is money you go for.

     Note, Matsumoto Kagame the outgoing friend is not to be confused with Nakamura Kagome, a tech savvy person who didn't love physical activity at all. That was the only thing that divided them, physical activity.

     We were all the same height, same figure, same interests, and best friends. Somehow, Takuya fit into the equation as my first friend and the one who introduced me to Kagome and Kagame, who were treated as sisters by their parents for the longest time.

     All of us could've been quadruplets, we were all so similar. It was scary.

     There were many differences between us, though. Most of them were because of me.

     My family situation was the main divider, but immediately after that was the biggest war of difference between us all that I refused to bridge. I would forever burn that bridge, it would never have a place in my heart. Or my wallet.

     They loved makeup.

     I hated makeup.

     They loved shopping.

     I loathed shopping.

     They loved dressing up and fashion, following the latest trends.

     I despised it all.

     They thought it would be a cool idea for us three girls to be on a magazine cover once, if we all just dressed up and put on some makeup.

     I did not.

     The reason I'm talking about this is because I'm in that same situation right now, being dressed up like a mannequin about to go up on display.

     My three best friends would be so proud someone was finally able to make me sit still and obediently take the makeover. Yet, so jealous because they had only got to mess with me once for that magazine cover, and even then I put up a fight.

     Right now, I was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

     Kitri's younger sister, who was older than me by many years, was currently scrubbing me more than I had ever been washed in my entire life, in my child form.

     Not even the maids at my grandparents house could compare, nor Mother's Demonic scrubbings. I know I'm always finding something worse than the last, but come on. This one's really bad, you have to believe me.

     No, if this girl, this lady, hadn't blatantly announced I was the most precious thing in the world then I would think she hated me.

     But, that's next time.

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-Eighteen hours before, at midnight in Larjulias-