This is the explanation part :3
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Yagima's finely outlined eye twitched, and the long eyelashes [ ...
] were dancing along with his movements. Lady's laughter penetrated through him like a sharp-tipped knife. And he bled... badly.
He massaged his temples, careful not to smudge his make up. [ LOL I made him a fussy... girly guy D: ] He went over to the still-laughing Ivory League woman and smacked her ruthlessly on the head. He smirked when Lady stopped laughing before emitting an expression of pain... AKA: OUCH.
"OUCH!" Lady rubbed the top of her head, involuntarily checking the hand to see if it was bleeding or not. She sent a dark look towards Yagima, but it ended up as an irritated pout. "What did you do that for, queenie?"
Yagima smacked her on the head again for the insult. She recoiled again and rubbed her head with two hands, pouting in irritation. He stood there, arms crossed and posture slightly bended; the dress seriously looked good on him, and his trim - though not thin - build suited the outline of the article.
Lady tried not to laugh again as she looked straight at him - she tried her best to stop laughing, and she even ended up stifling it. She breathed once before asking:
"Yagima, what the hell are y--"
"FSSH!!" The knight in shining gown interjected and closed the door behind Lady, locking it. He turned his head back slowly to give Lady a dark look, in which its purpose to frighten clearly worked.
"What're you doing, anyway?" Lady asked out of curiosity, and not of spite and malice. He let go of the door knob and flashed Lady a serious expression. Yagima's gaze wandered to a random spot on the floor, as if contemplating about something. He sighed. The inevitable approaches; he had to explain himself.
Lady Yun, however, was far from serious. Realizing that they're all alone in a locked room together, Lady involuntarily thought of something nasty and recoiled in disgust. "AWW MAN, that was
gross!!"
Ignoring her outcry, Yagima stepped towards her to be just a few feet away. He knelt down gracefully (Lady had to stifle a laugh) and sighed. He slowly looked into Lady's green eyes and said: "Fine. I'll explain
everything.
"I was the seventh son of Sir Yagima the First and Lady
insert mother's name here :3. All of us were boys, so obviously, there weren't any girls. After giving birth to me, my mother reached menopause, thus making her unable to reproduce again.
"She always wanted a girl, you know? Someone she could pamper - someone she could do her hair with, go shopping nad all that stuff women do with each other." Yagima removed his artificial eyelashes and rubbed off his make up. He resumed again when his hands started 'tidying' up his hair.
"Realizing that I was their last child, she started... well," he paused. "She started dressing me up as a girl. In hopes of finally receiving a daughter." He smiled slightly before continuing. "She was the happiest whenever we would be alone together; dressing up, doing each other's make up..."
Lady looked at him intently. She nodded. "I'm happy you made your mom happy and all, but..." Lady's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "But you didn't have to do something like that to make her happy. Doing something you don't like for the sake of someone else's happiness is as wrong as not doing something at all. It's just... dishonest." She shook her head.
Yagima stood up and gave her a look. He was about to explain something when --
"Lady! The four of us are leaving tomorrow to Yamira's house, so --"
Lo and behold - it was Nixme. Exposed to Yagima's full glory and beauty. Her eyes were dangerously wide, and they went positively dull. She opened and closed her mouth continuously, much like a fish. Only air managed to escape her lips... no words came.
Zoom in. Yagima was blushing, face contract and eyes wide.
Zoom in even more. Lady's eyes were equally wide and her mouth was opened, too.
Zoom in to the maximum level... the price tag of the dress was not yet removed.
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Lame, I know... but that's about it. You can add all the funny stuff now. I might edit the explanation later on since it's not exactly... perfect.