Being back was.... interesting really. Yuki Hisakawa walked through the mall, bag on her shoulder, hand clutching the strap tightly. Her black hair was tied back into a sleek ponytail, which basically brushed the bottoms of her shoulder blades as she walked. The black and white stripped top clung to what curves she had as the high wasted skirt hid her hips, sashaying this way and that as she headed straight for her favorite store. She was going to host a party at her house.

Just recently her parents had agreed that she needed her own apartment now that she was out of high school and into college. It was sort of a welcome back gift, or an apology gift for shipping her off in the first place. So naturally she needed a new wardrobe, needed furniture, needed paint and all that sort of thing. Yuki had a vision in her head about how her new place was going to look. It was huge, too big for one person, but she didn't care, she wasn't paying the bills. Not yet, anyway. A few more years and she'd have her trust fund and she'd officially do things like an adult. Like get a car. That's something she needed now, actually. Still, her driver was outside waiting for her. Not actually her driver, but the one her parents hired to take her places, waiting around the clock at her beck and call.

Getting on the escalator, Yuki yawned wide and just looked around at the people around her. Some looked at her, but most ignored her. It wasn't like she was famous or anything, her parents worked hard for the fortune they've acquired, big time lawyers, that's what they were. Of course her mother wanted her to follow in their footsteps but Yuki didn't have the arguing gene needed, nor did she care about proving people innocent or guilty. Besides, she had a full time job on her hands anyway with patrolling at night and trying to find new, younger senshi to round up and deliver to Ida. She might not be the best one for the job, but it was a mission, and Yuki always followed those through. Taking a deep breath, she stepped off the elevator and right into her favorite store, her second home.

The chorus that greeted her was welcoming and instantly put her at ease as she meandered the store, going from rack to rack to see the latest summer dresses and party wear. Everyone here knew she was picky, knew she only wanted the absolute finest in quality and fabrics. Scoffing when she went to the sixth rack, Yuki ran her hands over a slinky blue dress that caught her attention. It had several straps on it for sleeves and looked like it would show off her curves. Of course if she got it she would need some kind of shawl to go over her shoulders because she wasn't quite ready to show that much skin. It looked like it was low cut but it didn't look short. That might due.
Tilting her head to the side, she grabbed it up and checked the size before nodding and looking around further. She grabbed a few more dresses and then some matching shoes and shawls, little jackets for everyday wear before calling it a day here.

You couldn't find fashion like this in Japan. While they had cute fashion, the only way to get the fashion she was looking for was to spend so much more money than her parents let her. Or if you knew the right people. Unfortunately she didn't get to know anyone in that kind of circle because she'd only been there for boarding school and they'd been very strict about where she could go and how much time she could spend outside of the walls.

“Nuns,” she muttered to herself, swinging her bags as she moved towards the exit. Furniture shopping would just have to wait. She wasn't quite ready yet.

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