(I apologize in advance if this chapter is boring. I promise the next chapter will be more interesting and contain more yuri.)
Chapter II: Lolita, French, and New Friends
After Junko had slipped into her school uniform and packed away her pajamas, the two girls descended to the quiet lobby with their belongings. This early in the morning, precisely six twenty, the lobby was devoid of all life, save for the well-groomed business man with a striped tie they had seen last night clacking frantically on his old laptop.
Outside, the streets were beginning to bustle with life. Citizens heading for their morning commute to work flowed down the crowded sidewalks, while cars roared quietly down the narrow placid street. The traffic surprisingly wasn’t as frenzied as it was here in Shinjuku as it was back in Shibuya, which contented the girls and made their trek to the other side of the street more or less relaxed.
Though the quantity of people was less on this sidewalk than the previous, a sense of insecurity suddenly flickered through Junko and she unconsciously seized Ryoko’s hand like a child. Ryoko twitched at her touch and glanced curiously in her direction, a light, barely noticeable blush spreading across her face. ‘This looks normal because we are both girls, and high school students at that. Had we been grown woman or boys, this would look really strange. I’m glad we can get away with this.’ The younger girl couldn’t help but smile at the warm thought. Being a girl sure had its benefits in this kind of situation.
“Ah, here it is, Junko-chan - look.”
Ryoko suddenly gestured to a small sign up ahead branching out from a wide glass display window. Junko recognized the store’s renowned trademark – a small red rose in the mouth of a black cat – on the iron-wrought sign almost instantly, and shifted excitedly in her spot, emulating an exuberant toddler. It was a Lolita shop no doubt; one of Junko’s favorites, at that.
The pair approached the shop and entered, greeted by the soft jingle of a bell. Junko immediately headed to a life-like feminine manikin near the front door sporting Gothic Lolita comprised of: a large black bow topped with a lacy red rose adorning a strikingly realistic white wig in a sharp bob cut, a black choker beautified by a cross pendant, a black lacy capelet pulled over a high-collared blouse adorned with countless ruffles and ribbons with puffed sleeves, a long, tiered, bell-shaped black skirt embellished by a ruffled black apron graced by delightfully dark images of gloomy black and white cats, mismatched white and black stockings, and a pair of high lace-up boots. Beside the astonishing manikin sat a thick parasol on a small white display table, the bulb-like tips decorated by suspended gloomy black and white cat charms resembling those on the apron. A sweet smile bloomed across the Junko’s pale face. It had been a while since the girl so excited about something.
“Would you like to try that on, Mademoiselle?”
The sudden female voice coming from behind them made the girls twitch simultaneously in surprise. Behind them, silhouetted beautifully in the mild morning light streaming from the glass windows, stood a short girl appearing somewhere in her late teens dressed in Shiro Lolita. A frilled, white mini top hat sat slanted atop gorgeous dyed locks – one side dyed a pastel blue while the other a pastel pink – pulled into endearing pigtails that spiraled down past her collarbone, ending in delicate curled wisps. Her mature yet childish face was framed perfectly by straight bangs which rested just above her large blue eyes thickly fringed with mascara-enhanced lashes. A pure white bolero with puffed sleeves was draped over a casual sewn cutsew that sloped into a lacy bell-shaped skirt adorned with small white bows which ringed the edges. Long white silk gloves stretching to her elbows covered her pale arms. Her legs were veiled by long white leggings fringed with a pink silk ribbon at the top and an adorable pair of white Mary Janes sporting a small pink bow on the top of each shoe swathed her feet. There didn’t seem to be anyone present at the counter at the moment, so the girls assumed that she must be the owner.
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Ohayou Gozaimasu
Romance(Good morning) [Yuri] It has been exactly three and a half weeks since Inumori Ryoko and Kurokiri Junko have run away from home. Exactly three and a half weeks since they had forged that one unbreakable promise. No parents, no school, no expectation...
