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If you told Natsuki in the past that she'd be at a fancy party for a fancy rich persons daughter, she would probably laugh in your face. But here she was, at a fancy party for a fancy rich persons daughter. She didn't even know anyone here, besides papa, but she hadn't seen him for an hour. He was probably somewhere drunk making out with some random woman.
She sighed and leaned against the wall, drink in hand. When the fancy waiter guys came around with trays of drinks, she only took one because they looked fancy, and alcoholic, which frankly, was what she needed right now. Being in a room with a bunch of random rich snobs she didn't even know wasn't exactly ideal for her, and the blaring music and loud chatting was giving her a major headache. She reluctantly raised the glass to her mouth and took a sip of the mystery liquid. She immediately grimaced when it came into contact with her mouth— “Definitely alcoholic,” the pink haired girl thought.
When papa had come home all chipper and happy earlier that day, Natsuki was already very confused— scared even. She hadn't seen papa that energetic in... years. It was honestly a foreign sight to her. But when papa gave her ¥10000 and told her to buy herself a pretty dress and make herself look presentable, she was even more bewildered. Now here she was— standing against a wall in some randos mansion, in a fancy dress, drinking some weird strong alcohol, wondering how she was even forced to come her in the first place.
And then, right as Natsuki was thinking that her night couldn't get any worse, some random person bumped into her and spilled their drink all over her new outfit. Natsuki groaned and looked down at the mess her dress had become. “Just my luck, huh?”
"Hey! Watch where you're-" Natsuki was about to tell the person off, which they deserved for practically ruining her dress, but the words were knocked out of her mouth when she saw the culprit. She was beautiful— with alluring, silky purple hair that was tied up in a elegant bun, and violet eyes, which were staring back into Natsuki's pink ones. The girl was wearing a classy, purple dress that draped down to her ankles with long, black gloves. Natsuki found herself blushing at the stranger, who was stammering about something, but the pink haired girl wasn't paying attention. Instead, she was focused on the others girls lips and how beau-
"Hello? I am so so sorry! I-I-" Natsuki was shook from her rather strange thoughts as the girl frantically searched for paper towels, trying to blot away the mess she had made out her dress, only making it worse in the process. The stranger shrieked at this, and began more frantically wiping the dress with every towel she could find.
Natsuki just giggled at this— it was kind of cute to be honest. She was really mad at first, but just seeing the purple haired beauty's adorable panicking made her forget all about the dress. Her giggling had now turned into full on laughter. She almost doubled over in laughter, holding her stomach as she chuckled. The other girl's purple orbs beamed at her in confusion. When she had finally recovered from the laugh attack, she stood up straight and gave a warm smile to the girl.
"It's alright! Didn't really like this thing anyways!" That wasn't true. She did actually like the dress quite a lot and papa would probably be mad that she had ruined it, but the stranger clearly already felt bad and Natsuki didn't want to make her feel even worse than she did already.
"No! It's not okay. Uhh, come with me!" Without even giving Natsuki time to protest, the purple haired beauty grabbed the smaller girl by the wrist and dragged her upstairs and into a random room.
Natsuki marveled at the room, her mouth agape. It was probably ten times bigger than her own, maybe even her living room, and had fancy decor that just screamed, "Im rich!!" all over the place. The walls were littered with various art pieces and bookshelves.
The purple haired girl sat Natsuki down on the large canopy bed, which had purple bedding and a large arrangement of stuffed animals, (which Natsuki thought was the cutest thing ever, even though she hated that forsaken word) and then began searching through a large wardrobe on the other side of the room. Natsuki was too distracted taking in all the new scenery when she noticed the girl was holding out a dress to her.
"U-Uh here. Please put this on! I'm s-so sorry for ruining your dress!" The taller girl bowed with her eyes squeezed shut and a heavy blush on her face, her free hand holding the dress out to Natsuki.
"Hey it's okay, uh," Natsuki paused, realizing she didn't know the beauty's name.
"Y-Yuri. My names Yuri."
"Well, Yuri. I forgive you. Don't worry about it. Are you sure you want me to put this on though? I might mess it up..."
"Please do! It's the least I can do! And I'll wash your dress once you get changed!" The girl was bowing again. Natsuki just laughed and waved her hand at this.
"Raise your head. It's okay! My names Natsuki, by the way!" Natsuki smiled at Yuri, exposing her signature pointy fang.
"W-Well, Natsuki, I'll leave you alone to get changed!" And with that, Yuri raced out of the large room, leaving the small girl alone.
Natsuki stood up from the bed and walked over to one of the many large mirrors in the room. She held up the dress to herself. It was pink and flowery, and very feminine, which Natsuki liked. It also didn't seem like it would too big— not saying Yuri was fat or anything. They just had very different, er... you know.
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When Natsuki had finished getting changed into the charming dress, she had went into the the hallway where Yuri resided and let her know that she was indeed finished changing. They both came back into the room and sat onto the bed, remaining in an awkward silence for a while. Natsuki decided to break it, not wanting to just sit there like this all night.
"So, uh, is this your uh... mansion?"
Yuri flinched, as if the sudden noise scared her. "O-Oh, u-uh, yeah. Well my family's, of course. This is my room, as you could probably tell from all the purple everywhere. This is supposed to be my birthday party but my mom didn't even do it for me and more for her because she wants me to find a boyfriend and I wasn't having fun at all so— and god Im rambling, I'm sorry!" Yuri finished the run on sentence hiding her face in her hands, clearly embarrassed. Natsuki just giggled. She gently placed a hand on the purple haired girl's shoulder, comforting her with a tender smile.
"It's okay to ramble! To be honest, my dad pretty much dragged me here and I wasn't having fun at all until you spilt your drink all over me so... thanks!"
Yuri raised her head at that and stared at the smaller girl. Her heart was racing and her cheeks were rosy and— oh god, was she a big gay mess.
Natsuki didn't know why she was being so nice to the stranger. Maybe it was because she was slightly intoxicated, or maybe it was because of how utterly beautiful she was, but all she knew was that she wanted to get closer to Yuri.
"So, uh, do you have a n-number?" Natsuki suddenly blurted out, and immediately regretted it. She blushed at her dumb actions. “Of course she has a number, dumbass!” She internally scolded herself.
"W-What? Oh, yeah!" Yuri's face grew even darker, if that was even possible at this point. She could sense how nervous Natsuki was. She scattered across the room to retrieve her phone and handed it to the smaller girl.
"Uh- here."
"T-Thanks." Natsuki grabbed the phone from Yuri's delicate hand. The case of the phone was— you guessed it, purple, and had flowers decorating every inch. Natsuki opened up the phone app and added herself as a contact. When she was done, she handed the phone back to the timid girl and handed her her own cellphone.
Yuri entered her information on Natsuki's phone and handed it back to her with a shy smile. Natsuki's cheeks rose in heat at this, once again, but she tried to shake it off. “Why am I blushing so much today?”
The girls, not really knowing what to do after this, just sat in a comfortable silence for a while, until a sudden knock at the door startled them.
"O-Oh, I'll get it!" Yuri shot up from the elegant bed and made her way to the door, placing her hand on the handle and opening just enough so that only Yuri would be visible to the person on the other end.
"Yuri, what are you doing up here? You're supposed to be downstairs greeting guests." Natsuki leaned back on the bed in attempt to peer into the doorway and identify who belonged to the cold, female voice. It was a woman, who looked like a taller, more mature version of Yuri. She possessed the same purple hair and violet eyes as Yuri, and had the same mature aura. Natsuki assumed this was Yuri's mother, I mean, the resemblance was uncanny.
"Oh, I am sorry mother. I will be right down." Yuri bowed to the women, who she had confirmed to be her mom, closing the door and waited for the footsteps to fade away before sighing. Natsuki could tell how tense the purple haired girl got around her mother— it was a feeling she was all too familiar with, after all. She felt the same way around Papa.
"You alright?" Natsuki questioned. Yuri turned around and smiled at the smaller girl.
"Yes, thank you. But as you heard, I have to get going. Ah— well I suppose you do too, since this is like... my room. Haha."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry! I'll get going. It was really nice to meet you, Yuri!" Natsuki stood up from the comfortable bed and walked over to the door where Yuri was. The pink haired girl smiled warmly at her before stepping out of the door.
"It was nice to meet you, too. I hope we can meet again!" Yuri beamed at Natsuki and also stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"Thanks for spilling your drink on me, it made my night a lot better!" Natsuki smirked and didn't even wait for a reply before dashing away into the long, extravagant hallway. And just like that, they departed. Who knew if they'd ever see each other again. Natsuki sure hoped they would, though.