Cross Dress For Success
by Aimless
"We're not coming out." Came an adamant voice through the closed dressing
room door.
"But Hiro you have to. They are waiting to shoot the music video. How bad
can it be? Suguru tell Hiro he has to come out." Shuichi wheedled as he
leaned against the door.
"No... I never agreed to this. We are staying in here." The black haired
youth averred.
"I did it.... come on guys. The director is getting pissed and the set is
really pretty." Shu was getting frustrated. The outfits they were to wear in
the video were gorgeous. He had no problem dressing the part. "Besides K
said he was coming in to get you in five minutes. I think he had a rocket
launcher."
There was a frantic but hushed conversation from behind the door. "Alright
we are coming out but it is under protest. Let's just get this over with."
The door cracked open and out stepped Hiro and Suguru. Shuichi whistled
appreciatively as the two emerged.
He was met with twin scowls that were so out of place with the costumes they
were wearing. But neither one of them were willing to bear the brunt of K's
wrath.
Hiro was dressed in skin tight bright neon blue leggings and a waist coat
covered in silver and blue sequins. Black shiny patent leather thigh boots
encased his legs. His hair was wildly teased and liberally sprayed with
silver and blue glitter. What he had the problem with was his face. It was
heavily made up. His skin had been made ice pale and his eyes were
elaborately made up with blue and gold. Dark blue followed the sharp line of
his cheekbones. Also his lips were made up into a pout in the palest shade
of frosty blue. He felt like and idiot. Shu thought he looked wonderful.
Suguru's outfit was a near match of Hiro's but was done up in wild shades of
red and orange. His makeup was every bit as elaborate. His sulk made his
shiny red lips even poutier.
Shuichi pranced around the two of them laughing gleefully. "Oh you look
perfect! Let's go. I cannot wait to sing our new song. Come on, come on,
come on!" Then he danced away.
Hiro and Suguru watched their lead singer flit away. Which was an accurate
description considering what they had him wearing. The pink haired pop star
was wearing a bright purple Kimono that was slit up both sides nearly to the
waist. He wore purple sparkly thigh boots that ended on a frilly garter. The
kimono was a riot of all the shades of purple there were from the deepest
plum to the lightest lavender. His face was made up like a geisha only in
shades of pale purple. Then he was dusted with iridescent glitter that made
him nearly glow. The two of them had to admit he did look good. If Hiro had
not known he was his best friend he would have been drooling. Hell... he was
drooling. He would lay any money on Yuki forbidding him to take the outfit
off till they got home. If the way he was watching his lover from the wings
was any indication.
Sighing in resignation Hiro looked at his band mate. Suguru shrugged and
heaved a sigh of his own. Then they linked arms and went to make the damned
video.