Prologue: Men Don't Wear Skirts?
Willy: Unless their scottishi, than they wear fully blown Evening gowns into
battle with sequins!!
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"Hello! Welcome to Ucchan's, I'm Konatsu, your waitress! May I show
you to your seat?"
Ukyou poured some batter on to the grill as Konatsu led another guest
to their table. Konatsu had been a wise investment, and all it really took
was to give him room and board. Cheaper than actually paying him, by far.
One quick call to the labor board later.....
"So, how does a cute girl such as yourself get by all these strange
men hitting on you?" the man who Konatsu led to the new table asked.
The theme to the crying game starts to play in the background....
Ukyou rolled her eyes. One of THOSE people. If only they knew the
truth. Still, keeping it unknown was better for business. If it ever got
out publicly that Konatsu wasn't a she, her business would go downhill so
fast she couldn't even shake a stick at another okonomiyaki so long as she
lived.
I dunno if that's completely true since I've heard of weirder Japanese
establishments thriving. If the truth came out Ucchans might attract a whole
new brand cliental...^^
(I know, minor nit-pick...me bad...me bad...)
"Oh," Konatsu giggled. "I get by. I'm straight, so once I tell them
that, they leave me alone for a little while."
The man blinked in surprise. "Err, yeah. I'm straight too."
*chuckle* I like these two lines...
Ukyou had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud. This was a
common occurrence, and either Konatsu enjoyed seeing them squirm, or he
really was that naive.
"Oh, really?" Konatsu asked. "You'd be surprised how many gay men
there are in Nerima. I'd swear there are at least ten men who try to hit
on me every day!"
Konatsu: The life of a konatsu is filled with peril indeed...
Ukyou bit down on her lip even harder. Don't laugh, she told herself.
Just... don't laugh.
The man looked back up at Konatsu and raised an eyebrow in obvious
confusion. "Err," he began.
Man: not another one of those Bishonen types...Mou....
"Oh!" Konatsu said bringing his hand up to his mouth. "Right, I forgot
to take your order! What can I bring for you?"
"Uhh... Pork Okonomiyaki, please," he said, still in a state of
confusion.
P-chan: BWEEE~!
"Right!" Konatsu smiled happily and bounced over to Ukyou.
"Miss Ukyou, he ordered a Pork Okonomiyaki. Will that be okay?"
Don't think you have to break this into two seperate paragraphs.
One should be able to get the job done (Then again my grammar is
suspect so take that with a grain of salt).
*snip*
"You know," Ukyou said, motioning towards the man seated at the table,
who was currently very animated, obviously trying to work out what Konastu
had said to him within his mind. "Playing with their heads."
"Miss Ukyou?" Konatsu asked again, cocking his head. "I'm not sure I
know what you mean."
Heh heh...Like these couple of a paragraphs. Sets up the main theme nicely
and is also really fun to read. ^^
Naive. Yup. Definitely naive.
"Well, they don't know you're... err... not a girl," Ukyou whispered.
"They don't? How could they not, though, Miss Ukyou? Isn't it
blatantly obvious?" Konatsu asked. Somehow, with the little black and
white waitresses uniform, and the frilly apron around his waste, the
question has about as much meaning as a solar powered flashlight.
Konatsu: Maybe if I showed them my Multi boxers...
"Well, it... err... it IS sort of hard to tell," Ukyou said, keeping
her voice down. Boy is that the understatement of the year, she thought.
Konatsu looked down at himself. "Well, how more obvious can I be?"
Ukyou: Well we can always get you an 'I am a man' T-shirt!!
Ukyou sighed as she flipped the okonomiyaki on to a plate. "Here, for
the newcomer," she said. "And there are a few things that might help."
Konatsu brought the plate over to the man and laid it down on the
table. He looked as though he were about to say-- or ask something, but
shied away just before saying anything. Konatsu hadn't noticed, however,
and was already on his way back to Ukyou.
Man: I don't want to know, I don't want to know.....
"Like what, Miss Ukyou?" he asked.
Ukyou scanned Konatsu's ensemble and sighed. "Well," she began. "You
could start with pants."
Konatsu paled. "Pants? But... they're so... constricting! I only wear
pants when I'm covert!"
Ukyou: Okay, how about a Kilt?
"Well, either way... Konatsu, men don't wear skirts, or dresses."
"Not true! Yohachi Iwamoto wears a dress!" Konatsu said, poking his
finger into the air to make a point.
Yohachi Iwamoto? Who the hell-- oh, right. Ukyou boggled for a moment
before answering. "Konatsu, Yohachi Iwamoto is a gay transvestite that
lives in a love hotel downtown. You are a straight man, who happened to be
raised as a woman. He dresses like that because it gets him... err..."
Ukyou blushed a bit. "Excited. You dress like that because you're
comfortable."
Should change the period after 'a bit' to a comma, since the Ukyou blushed a
bit is the start of a new sentance.
"It's true, though! I am comfortable!"
"That's besides the point, Konatsu," Ukyou said, pouring more batter
on to the grill. "You are a man. A straight man. How do you ever expect to
get a girlfriend if you don't dress like one?"
Konatsu: In this district?!?It should be frighteingly easy for me to find a
girl friend dressed like this!!
Konatsu blinked for a moment, and then leaned in towards Ukyou. "Men
don't wear skirts?"
Ukyou would have facefaulted if she wasn't so shocked. "You're joking,
right?"
Konatsu: What about the scots?
(Gets wapped for a bad running joke...)
Konatsu just stared back.
"No, I guess you wouldn't be." Ukyou sighed. She should have realized
the Tea House Ninjas who had taken Konatsu in never showed him how a real
man dressed, so Konatsu must have naturally assumed that any type of
clothing was unisex. "No, Konatsu, men do not wear dresses."
Don't need the comma after No...(I think)
Konatsu pouted. "But... it's so comfortable."
Ukyou shrugged. "It's up to you if you want to wear it or not,
Konatsu. In fact, I prefer that you would, during the day. We've never had
better business since you came along."
Ukyou: In fact I'd like you to try on these new bunny outfit's I just got
in.
Konatsu smiled a bit. "Thank you, Miss Ukyou!" he said, and then
started to bounce away to the other customers. After a moment, he paused
and turned back to Ukyou.
"Konatsu?" Ukyou asked, wondering why he turned around.
"Miss Ukyou?" Konatsu began. "I wonder if... You might teach me to
dress like a man does?"
*chuckle*
Ukyou boggled. He was asking HER to teach him how to dress like a man?
That was...
A challenge. An interesting challenge to say the least, and quite fun,
too.
Ukyou: And it means I can get rid of my hand me downs easily!!
Yes, she could teach him how to be a man. It would be easy! Ukyou was
a man for ten years, and she knew enough of the basics!
But realistically, with Konatsu, just dressing him as one wouldn't
make much difference. Ukyou would literally have to mold him into a man.
Ukyou: I wonder if I can pick up an ideal-man model at a hobby store...
Ukyou let a small smile grow from the corner of her lips as Konatsu
returned with another two guests, who he seated at a nearby table. As
Konatsu approached her once more, Ukyou said, "Sure thing, Konatsu. I'd be
happy to."
Ukyou: Now we just need to work out the payment scheme...
Good prolouge and sets up things nicely in a nice comic tone. ^^
Though I wonder why Konatsu didn't bring up Ukyou's dressing habits (She
dresses like a man, thus reinforces the unisex concept). Wonder if Konatsu
might be able to teach Ukyou some dressing tips....^^
Ja ne!!
Richard Beaubien
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