(Keh... keh... keh... Inspired from the Skype convo I had with Fuu, Mathy and Sami while Kyle was AFK and a picture mess up I had while drawing... that we decided to alter.) XDD
66. Traps“Ow! That hurts!”“Hold still Kyle!”“I’m trying! But it’s a little hard when you’re pulling that thing so tight!”“We have to! How else is it going to work?”“Oh I dunno, maybe sending someone else?” came the exasperated answer.
“We can’t! You’re her knight in shining armor!” At that, there was a collective giggle around the room.
Kyle stood, in the middle of the Sleeping Car amidst a group of girls. Now, usually that’s a good sign, but for Kyle this was far from being anything near… good. To him, this was just some nightmare-ish torture subjected to him by squealing fangirls that had to get their needs quenched... and he just happened to be the unlucky victim. There, the Seraph’s Knight stood, but instead of being garbed in his usual outfit, he now donned on something that fell far from where he’d ever look to pick out a wardrobe.
He had on a dark green halter styled dress lined with subtle golden lace. The dress was a little poofy and a little frilly and only came up to his lower thighs much to the Swallow-wielder’s chagrin. It all matched nicely with a little apron and a golden corset about his waist… a golden corset that Bobbi was ever so tightening. The poor man wheezed, his hand shooting out to grab at the walls as if they could support him. The girls felt a little sorry for what they were subjecting their leader to, but that was far overridden by how much fun they were having in the process.
“My... Lord… how do you girls… wear this stuff!?” Kyle managed through periodic gasps for air. He felt like his ribcage was going to break and then… oh, then they’d all be sorry. When he was dying… oh, how they’d all come up to him one by one and grovel in apologies about the horror they put him through.
Sadly for him there was nothing of that sort. Bobbi had just finished lacing up the corset, tying it with a “pretty bow” Kyle would imagine… he rolled his eyes. Jenny with an apologetic glance slipped a golden laced band around his left arm much to his dismay. Maggie with what he deciphered as an evil smile placed a laced headband into his hair which he thought complimented the armband quite nicely… if it were on a girl. Noelle tugged the big golden bow on his back nice and tight like he was going to be shipped off as the next Christmas present. Where in the world did they get this outfit? Rio, between fits of giggles explained they found it in one of the cupboards on the train… and it was perfect, because it matched his color scheme perfectly.
Stupid train… Kyle thought to himself.
Maggie was now adding extensions to his hair and Kyle just felt all sorts of sick in his stomach. They had finally let him sit down and he was going to sigh in relief until he saw what they were slipping on his feet.
Heels…
They were putting heels on him!
Stupid train… even conjured up heels fit for him. Kyle grumbled under his breath about the wrongness of heels on a man such as himself, and what the enemies would say if they ever caught him in this ridiculous get up.
“This is just like when Cloud goes to rescue Tifa… it’s romantic.”“You guys are sick in your heads.”Kyla... had been whisked away by a burly man who was probably more than just interested in her pictomancy skills. Kyle’s solution was to just go and break down the door, beat up the son of a beep and save Kyla and therefore save the day. But everyone had reasoned that he was too strong to defeat with his mobs of minions… puh! Last time he left reasonings up to the girls.
“I find all this rather amusing.” Zexion mused from the corner of the room, something of a smirk on his face, well hidden by bangs but Kyle knew better.
“Agreed.” Al said in accordance beside the Nobody.
“Traitors…” Kyle muttered, as he was hauled up to his feet almost losing his balance in the process on those stupid heels. Bobbi and Maggie brought him to the mirror. Jenny, Noelle and Rio bringing it up in the back… and he stared at himself in horror. Was that a matching garter on his thigh?!
.:”Don’t fret so much, you look pretty~”:. Ultima chimed in his head, he detected a little sarcastic mirth in that and decided to ignore her.
"You need to look seductive Kyle! How else are you going to deceive him?"Kyle glared a good 10 seconds at the Alchemist before he strained his head to think.
.:"Stick your finger on your lips and make your eyes wide and innocent.":. Ultima offered in his mind.
"Like this?" The swallow-wielder attempted, and the room erupted in giggles.
“Kyla is going to be so touched when you go to rescue her!” Bobbi smiled.
“Anou… what am I going to be touched with? A familiar voice asked from the entrance to the car. Kyle turned around so quick, he swore he was going to hit someone. He turned red in mortification as he came in eye contact with the pictomancer who quickly blushed and rose her sketchbook to block her view.
“A-anou?” She asked, confused, still hiding behind the safety of her book.
“ZEXION! JENNY! WHY DIDN’T YOU-” Kyle shouted.
Zexion smirked and let out what would ever be the closest thing to a chuckle that he would allow.
“I smelled her from a mile away, but I thought it wise not to interrupt.”“I… I didn’t know! I was so caught up that I didn’t know Kyla’s heartsong was drawing closer…” The time mage ducked her head in apology… either that or she was trying to hide her laughter.
Turned out Kyla was more than able to handle herself, kicking butt with her pictomancer powers… or course, Kyle then spent the next hour trying to get out of his hideous getup. Last time he’d ever try to go and rescue someone… probably not… but he wasn’t listening to that half of his brain at the moment.
~~~~ And it all stemmed from this~
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