Stage 1(It has to be done.)
(It has to be done.)It has to be done. At least that is what Takahashi Minami, aka Takamina, keeps telling herself anyways. She takes a deep breath before turning the doorknob and opening the dressing room’s door. Her eyes flit around the room, searching for the person she is supposed to meet. Aside from a low volume Taylor Swift tune, there is no sign of anyone else inside the room.
“Knock knock …” Takamina lightly raps her knuckle against the wooden door and announces her presence.
“Oh Minami! Give me a minute.” From behind a curtain, at the changing area to the right of the door, a girl raises her voice.
“Okay.”
The door clicks softly behind her and Takamina makes her way toward the mirror at the opposite side of the room. As if by habit, she quickly retouches her make up and checks her hair in the mirror. She looks around the room and rolls her eyes. Strewn across the floor, covering almost all of the gray tiles, are personal affects of her teammates. Book bags, purses, magazines, mangas, jackets, stuffed animals, blankets, clothes, etc.
(I bet some wota will pay oodles for some of these things … wonder if Mariko-sama will miss that panda hat … or Mayuyu’s chapstick …) She quickly shakes these shady thoughts out of her head and settles into one of the chairs next to the mirror. She picks up one of the older volumes of One Piece and quickly leaves through the book while sparing some glances toward the curtain. She lets out a soft sigh and stares at a page in the manga, reminiscing the awesome day she spent as Luffy. When she is most spaced out, the curtain is pulled back and Maeda Atsuko, aka Acchan, steps out.
“Okay, so tell me how this looks!” Acchan says enthusiastically and poses with her hands on her hips. Then, she starts to make her way toward the mirror.
Takamina looks up and immediately starts to imagine glittery and shimmering lights all around the other girl.
(Why is her hair all fluttery? Is there a breeze?) She feels as if her jaw slid all the way to the ground and she has been staring for hours. Unconsciously, she reaches up to gently touch her chin to make sure it is still intact. She taps her chin as if she is considering the view in front of her, Takamina nods while Acchan is swirling and posing in all sorts of cute poses.
“It … You look great …” The normally chatty leader is now struggling for words while her mind is being dominated.
Just a few feet from her is Acchan, her best friend and teammate, dressed in a tastefully revealing white babydoll. Acchan’s innocent, beautiful face rests above her delicate neckband. From the sharply edged shoulders extend her tone arms, accompanied by slender hands and long fingers. Her breasts swell into the white lacy bra portion of the babydoll. The groove between her breasts leads Takamina’s eyes downward, past the semi-visible ribcage, to her flat tummy. The babydoll barely overlaps the matching white lacy panties. With each catlike step, Acchan’s legs cross and her hips sway seductively.
All this is for a gravure magazine interview. Acchan was asked to bring one of her personal lingerie to the photoshoot. They wanted to make it more realistic and personable or something like that. For reasons that escaped her, Takamina was asked for input.
Before Takamina’s gaze could trail down to her friend’s tone legs, she realizes that Acchan’s eyes were on her.
(Is she … smirking? Oh … why am I staring? Where’s that breeze gone? It’s hot in here.) Her static mind suddenly kicks into gear and churns out frantic thoughts. She quickly looks away from Acchan after the realization, making it look even more obvious that she was staring.
“Hmm … I think you picked the right outfit, Acchan … good job.” She speaks after clearing her dry throat.
“You think so? I hope so … I hope it’s not too revealing. I don’t want to give people ideas.” Acchan mutters as she appraises herself in front of the mirror. She turns and shakes her bottom a little, making sure that the panties will not ride up too far.
“No. I think it’s perfect. Very cute.” Takamina says between stolen glances before she rises to get away from the sexy vision that is shaking her booty so close to the tiny leader. “But why did you want to ask me for advice anyways? Mariko-sama, Tomochin or Harunyan are much more fashionable than me.”
“Well …” Acchan smiles a little and turns her attention to the blushing Takamina, “I wanted to get a boy’s opinion without having to ask a boy.”
That earns Acchan a hurt look from the shorter girl. “Oh …” Takamina purses her lips, not because she is upset with that age-old tease, but because she is guilty of looking at Acchan that way.
“Just kidding!” Acchan flashes her signature smile and lightly taps the tip of Takamina’s nose, making the banana-lover jump.
“Acchan, you meanie!” Takamina rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but also taking a step back from the tease.
(When did she get so close?)“Don’t worry, Minami.” Acchan steps forward as Takamina step backward, closing in once more. Her arms are now resting on the smaller girl’s shoulders as she leans forward. Her forehead presses against the sensitive leaders, “You’re oozing with cute boyish charm.”
Takamina could feel Acchan’s feathery breath against her lips and for some reason and this sets her heart aflame. Even more than all the times that she’s been kissed and inappropriately touched by the rest of the group, Acchan included.
(Maybe, I am … a boy at heart … and what is up with this atmosphere? Light music, dim lights, and girl in lingerie … ugh!) She suddenly leans away and ducks out of Acchan’s reach, “Don’t … don’t you think this room is a mess? Seriously, not even the dressing room of those athletic women over in Team K is this messy! Must I pick up after everyone like a mother hen?” She frantically picks up some hoodies and blankets, then moves to another corner of the room to fold.
“Hahaha …” Acchan giggles as she makes her way back to the changing area, “You should get some rest before tomorrow’s show instead of cleaning other people’s mess.” She adds another tease while her hand hesitates by the curtain. She looks back toward the mother hen. “Thank you for helping me, Minami.”
Takamina looks to the beautiful model and nods, smiling just a little, “It had to be done and I’m the one with the mind of a boy, right?” She hopes that she sounded cool and nonchalant, because she could hear her blood rushing to her cheeks. “I guess I’ll tell the girls to clean tomorrow, I’m gonna go home now. See you tomorrow, Acchan.”
Acchan nods and grins mysterious, “Alright, see you tomorrow … and you’re the only boy for me, Minami.” The curtain is slid close and Takamina is left to wonder the meaning of her friend’s reply.
~~~
By the time Acchan finished changing, Takamina has already left the room. The ace of the idol group
grins to herself as she packs away her things. The music is turned off and she quickly texts one of her conspirators.
[Thanks for helping me pick out this outfit, she seems to really liked it. I hope she won’t find out that it’s not really for a photoshoot
]
A few moments later, her phone chirps a reply.
[No problem
it had to be done. Her chibi mind would take forever to realize that she likes you. Keep me posted.]
Acchan smiles as she closes her phone and makes her way out of the room. She is happy enough to skip down the hallway.
(Stage 1 of Operation Atsumina: Cleared!)
Topic: [AKB48] Operation Atsumina [Stage 2 - Jun 7 UP] (Read 12065 times)