Devils | Aki Hayakawa x Reader

Part Twenty-Two : Let's Play Dress Up

There was a notice following the letter about the dance.

Makima had designed it for the women to be escorted with her, and the men were to go with Kishibe.

It was apparently simply for the purpose of building up suspense, maybe there was some master plan behind this.

I was thankful, I'd be able to surprise Hayakawa.

He wouldn't be able to see my dress until the very last minute.

I wondered if he would dress up too, though he did so everyday. Maybe he'd wear his head down, or change his hair. Or I don't know.

I hoped that he would surprise me too.

...

The time had come for Power and I to be taken away in the white vehicles.

We fled to the front port where the large limmos waited, there was a lot of people waiting in the cars already.

Makima was in our car, she smiled when we entered.

I watched as we drove through the bendy streets, making our last few stops before making our way to the ball.

...

Makima hopped out first, she had a large microphone.

"Ladies, this is a temporary location for dressing and makeup. We'll head to the final destination once we're all ready." Makima said.

And with that everyone rushed inside, it was said that there was free makeup.

I hadn't brought much, and I doubted that there would be any makeup left for me once the first few waves of ladies swept by.

They probably couldn't hold back their klepto tendencies.

It didn't matter much to me, this trivial ness was so humane.

Makima didn't seem to understand it either, she was different than the other women in many ways.

She was quite the being.

I turned to Power, though she was already wreaking havoc on everyone, she was eventually halted by Makima. Causing her to cower away in terror.

She eventually came wining to me, she asked me help zip up her human seducing device. She meant her dress.

I had to explain to her what it really was and that it was simply just a different type of clothing.

She didn't believe me, but there was no use in arguing with her.

I sighed and zipped her up, eventually slipping into my own dress.

I stood in front of the mirror, maybe she was right, this seemed a little demonic.

Not the revealing clothing bit, humans were stupid with their body parts. It was the color, the look it gave. 

I felt beautiful, but also ugly. I was contradicting myself again.

I thought that my self doubt would end as a devil, though it came back at times. I looked down on humans for it, though I still felt so exposed from time to time. It's pathetic.

I left the changing rooms for the makeup room.

I wasn't any good at it, but it'd be worth a shot.

I reached for a small brush, the end was short and thin. I was told that it was an eyeshadow brush.

I chose the brown color, then curled my lashes after applying it.

I chose not to do eyeliner, it was time consuming and looked difficult. One of the bureau members warned me not to do it.