Crimson Fist and his (Lack of a) Love Life 4 (Rated T)

On 2017-03-20 11:40:42 ｜ Show this Author Only ｜ Descending Order

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This is probably the last chapter to the four-part story <:3_60:> I hope this story was enjoyable

Crimson: Iwao
Azure: Kisaki
Scarlet: Ryo
Midnight: Keiji
Breeze: Yumeko
Chapter 4When Iwao snapped back to reality, Ryo was busy drawing facial hair on his face. Keiji was tying him to a wooden chair that Iwao swore hadn’t been there before.
Ryo apparently noticed the glaze over Iwao’s eyes disappear, because he swiped at Iwao’s eyes. Iwao had to lean back to avoid looking like he’d been brought back using Edo Tensei.
“You’re the one that spaced out. We’re the ones that get to have fun at your expense.” Keiji deadpanned as he put a blindfold over Iwao’s left eye.Iwao sweatdropped. “Are you trying to make me look like Kakashi-sensei?”
“Oh, you figured it out?” Ryo couldn’t hide the wide grin blossoming on his face.
“Why?! I don’t even look like him except for the scar on my left eye!” Iwao strained against his tightly-wound bonds, unable to get free. “I’m going to suffocate!”
“Hush, you big muscled baby. This is your punishment for not telling us who your crush is. We’ll stop once you tell us…” By the evil glint in Keiji’s eye, Iwao guessed that they were not going to stop even if Iwao surrendered and spilled the beans.
While trying to think, Iwao barely noticed the bucket of gray hair dye dumped suddenly onto his head.
He blinked owlishly.
Once. Twice.
“Where am I? Why is it suddenly dark?”
Someone removed the bucket on Iwao’s head to restore his vision.
The problem was, he still couldn’t see.
Iwao s* off the hair dye covering his face like a dog, flinging specks of gray everywhere.
Keiji slapped a couple of seals onto Iwao, who suddenly felt really weird. Like his chakra reserves were… unaccessible.
Darn it! Iwao cursed his dim-wittedness silently. Why didn’t I think of using ninjutsu earlier?!
Essentially helpless, Iwao sat there, Ryo and Keiji trying to comb his hair so it stood up like Kakashi’s. A bunch of pale liquid was sprayed on Iwao’s skin, effectively lightening his skin tone (hey, wasn’t that offensive?) and making his skin feel uncomfortably greasy.
It didn’t help that the makeup was for women.
Iwao also had to watch in horror as Keiji dumped his jacket into green paint—he’d have to wash that out!
And no, it still did not look like a jounin jacket. There weren’t hundreds of pockets on there, for one thing.
Iwao told Keiji this, and then Keiji had whipped out his own brush and started painting pockets on his PRECIOUS jacket!
Iwao wanted to scream and cry into someone’s shoulder. Preferably Kisaki’s.
She’d probably get him out of this mess in no time.
Well. Iwao could just imagine her here…
Ryo and Keiji looked at each other in pure, utter despair when Iwao started crying.
Iwao had a kid’s crying face, and it was cringeworthy and guilt-inducing at the same time.
“I feel evil now,” Ryo whispered uncertainly. “Maybe we should, y’know, stop…”
“No.” Keiji fervently whispered back. “This is exactly why we did this.” And also, I feed off of this guy’s tears…
Iwao was at the point where he literally did not care for his embarrassment. He looked like a frog that a civilian had painted multiple times, naming him ‘Pepe’. For some reason, Pepe grew popular in the village.
Anyways.
Ryo reluctantly brought out a mask and tied it around the bottom half of Iwao’s face, which blocked him from saying anything. The blindfold over Iwao’s left eye was replaced by his forehead protector. Keiji even stuck a red contact lens (which stung!) in the eye before it was covered up again.
To top it off, Iwao’s torturers brought out a book and covered it with orange paper. They even attempted to draw the front cover before giving up halfway.
After approximately half an hour, Iwao was completely transformed into Kakashi. With huge, bulging muscles.
Kakashi would be so jealous.
Yumeko and Kisaki were dragged over to witness the horrific sight.
“The only way I can tell it’s Iwao is because of the size of his quads,” Yumeko complained. “And his biceps. What have you done?”
“It’s… partially convincing?” Kisaki tried. “There’s the headband, the hair, the clothing…”
Iwao just stared at them like a kicked puppy. Please untie me!
Kisaki walked over and pulled out a knife.
I hope she’s coming over to untie me, not to stab me… Iwao instinctively leaned back in terror.
Kisaki rolled her eyes and began cutting off the rope, careful not to cut Iwao.
Iwao’s eyes sparkled gratefully as he shrugged off the pieces of rope, standing up.
Man, his back hurt! Iwao stretched out his arms, yawning. “My legs are stiff… darn those two…”
“How do you plan to get the hair dye out of your hair?” Yumeko chuckled. “That’s not the stuff that’ll just wash out.”
“I’ll shave myself bald.” Iwao grumbled as he stalked off.
Kisaki glared at Yumeko. “Now he’s really gonna shave himself bald!” She ran after Iwao.
Yumeko sighed. “There’s no harm in being bald…”
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Iwao stomped towards his apartment, peeved. Frustration came rolling off of him in waves.
Kisaki had to run with all of her might to even catch up with him, panting heavily as she pulled on Iwao’s stained jacket.
Iwao stopped at the soft pull and turned around, looking at Kisaki in shock. “What are you doing here? I’m pretty sure you don’t want to watch me shave myself bald.”
Kisaki gaped. “Don’t you dare shave your hair off! You’ll look even more ridiculous!” The words slipped out before she should stop them.
“My hair is ruined! My beautiful ORANGE SPIKES!”
“Dye them orange for all I care!” Kisaki threw her up hands in the air. “Besides, the dye job isn’t permanent! Ryo and Keiji were being idiots, that’s all.” And the only thing you care about is your hair… hmph!
Iwao looked thoughtful. “Yeah, I could get orange hair dye…”
Kisaki’s cheeks puffed out in exasperation. This was not what she expected. “Never mind, don’t get orange hair dye! You’re fine the way you are, why do you care about your blasted hair?”
Iwao stood there, shocked. He could barely form words with his mouth. “T-These orange spikes are attractive, right?”
“Yeah, I g-guess,” Kisaki flushed. “But do they really matter? It’s not like you’re trying to pick up multiple girls or anything.”
“You’re right, but you like them, don’t you?” Iwao smiled at Kisaki.
“So what?!” Kisaki’s cheeks turned red.
Iwao burst into full-*n laughter, anxiety forgotten.
Kisaki smacked Iwao on the arm, but her hand lingered there. “Just don’t shave your head and I think I’ll be fine.”
“I kind of want to see your reaction to my completely-shaved head.” Iwao grinned.
“No!” Kisaki swiped at Iwao again, who laughed and took off.
She ran after him, shouting about orange hair while blushing.
The End?
This post was last edited by MisakiFuuji at 2017-3-20 11:42