Kaito stood up, cracking his knuckles as he got ready for Sato's makeover. "Okay, first, you have to get rid of the bag. It screams nerd," Kaito declared, snatching the bag from Sato's grasp and tossing it casually backward.
"The new controller pad I bought was in there!" Sato exclaimed in shock.
Kaito merely looked at him, unbothered. "That's not important right now. And even if it broke, I'll buy you a new one, no big deal."
Sato frowned. "The fact that it took almost half of my savings and payment to get that controller, and you just said you'll get me one just like that, makes my stomach hurt."
Kaito stared at him from head to toe. "If you wanna impress a girl..."
Sato immediately cut him off. "I don't."
Kaito sighed. "Do you want my help or not?"
Sato rolled his eyes. "Fine, continue."
"Good," Kaito said, a smirk playing on his lips. "So, where do you keep your clothes?"
Sato pointed at a drawer. "I keep my shirts over there, and my pants in the drawer next to it."
Kaito walked over to the shirt drawer and opened it. "No, I didn't mean regular clothes. I mean your fancy clothes, like outing wear."
Sato looked at him, genuinely confused. "That is literally all the clothes I have."
Kaito stared back, wide-eyed. "No way! All you have here are plain shirts and the same type and color of jeans?"
"Well, I guess we have to go back to the mall again," Sato suggested.
Kaito thought for a moment. "Well, or I could lend you my clothes, but just this once. Then we have to go shopping for your clothes." He turned and headed downstairs. Sato followed.
Kaito wired his helmet, readying his bike. Sato cautiously climbed on the back. "Are you sure this is safe? I mean, we're just sixteen."
Kaito didn't look bothered. "So? I've been riding bikes ever since I was fourteen, so no need to worry." He revved the engine, and the bike roared to life, taking off down the road. Sato clung to Kaito's waist, feeling the wind whip past them as Kaito weaved through traffic.
"I didn't know you lived close to my house!" Sato yelled over the wind.
Kaito, unable to hear him, yelled back, "What!"
"I said I didn't know you lived close to my house!" Sato shouted again.
"Seriously?" Kaito replied, his voice carried by the wind. "I've walked you home before, and as we were going, we literally passed the street to my house. I told you that day!"
"Yeah, well, sometimes when you're talking, I tone you out, so maybe this is like those times," Sato admitted.
Kaito frowned. "You know, sometimes you're a jerk."
Sato smiled. "Thanks."
Kaito turned his head slightly. "It wasn't a compliment!" He turned back to the road.
"How long till we get there?" Sato asked.
"We are already there. Just gotta make a turn," Kaito said as he made the turn. Immediately, Sato's jaw dropped. He stared at Kaito's house, speechless. It was massive.
Kaito parked his bike, stepping down and removing his helmet. "So, my room is on the second floor," he said, then looked at Sato with confusion. "Why do you have that expression?"
Sato finally managed to speak. "Your house is almost the same size as the Mega Mall! How many stairs do you guys have?" he asked, slowly getting off the bike.
Kaito chuckled. "To be honest, I don't know, but we have more serious matters to take care of. Let's go."
They headed inside the house. Immediately, two little girls came running towards Kaito, their arms spread wide. "Big bro is back!" they chirped.
Kaito picked both of them up, a soft smile on his face. "Hey, girls, is Mom and Dad home?"
They shook their heads, and one spoke. "They went to France. Mom and Dad had a last-minute decision to go after you left."
Kaito gently set them back on the floor. "Okay, you tell me more, but for now, I'm busy." He turned to Sato, who was being scrutinized by one of the little sisters.
"What!" Sato said sharply. The little girl immediately started crying.
Kaito frowned at Sato. "Look what you did!"
Sato sighed. "Can we just go?"
Kaito called out for their nanny, who quickly took the crying child. Kaito then headed upstairs with Sato, arriving at Kaito's room.
"So, what do you think?" Kaito asked, gesturing around.
Sato looked around the massive room. "What do you need this much space for? Like, I don't get it."
Kaito giggled slightly. He walked over to his wardrobe, opening it to reveal hundreds of shirts. Sato stared at it in shock. "What? Are you like selling clothes now? Because that is an awfully huge amount of clothes for just one person!"
Kaito smirked. "I've only worn like ten percent of them. So, you already look good, but your attractiveness is boring. Let's see if we can fix that." He began lining up clothes for Sato.
Sato looked at the first outfit. "I don't know, it isn't what I'm used to," he said, having second thoughts.
"Come on," Kaito urged. "Change is inevitable in a human's life. You have to do this, not for you, but for your mom. Don't you want to protect her? If you die, she has nothing left. So stop hesitating and put this on!" Kaito flung the outfit onto Sato's face.
Sato took it, frowning at Kaito for a moment before a smirk touched his lips. "Okay, I'll go." He entered the changing area.
"Come out already, I know you're done!" Kaito said, feeling impatient.
"I don't know, you won't like this. Maybe I can just try a different one," Sato called out from behind the curtain.
"No, let me see this one first!" Kaito insisted.
Sato slowly stepped out, a slight blush on his face. He was shocked by Kaito's reaction. Kaito stared at Sato, his jaw dropped.
"Come on, say something," Sato prompted.
"Marry me," Kaito blurted out, still wide-eyed.
Sato looked at him in confusion. "What?"
Kaito snapped out of it. "Nothing! I meant, you look great! And I haven't even given you makeup yet, and you look this good! Now you look the part. Can you act the part?" Kaito asked.
Sato looked confused. "Act the part? What do you mean?"
Kaito quizzed, "If she is constantly touching your hands, what does that mean?"
Sato genuinely answered, "She's trying to put me in handcuffs?"
Kaito facepalmed. "No! That means she wants you to hold her hand! Okay, let me ask an easy one: what if she constantly stares at your lips?"
Sato took his time to think. "My breath smells?" he answered, unsure.
Kaito responded, "It means she wants you to kiss her!"
Sato looked at Kaito with suspicion. "And how do you know all this stuff?"
Kaito just told him he was experienced, then added, "Also, you should know these three rules: constantly compliment her, make much physical contact, and respect her decisions. Oh, and she might have great boobs, or all you think about is how you can slap her perfectly curved—"
"Okay, I get it!" Sato interrupted, cutting him off.
Kaito continued, "What I'm trying to say is, push through it and don't stare at her butt too much, just side glance if you must."
Sato shook his head. "You're a horrible person."
"Now, we're going to use the rest of today to make you ready for her, I will act like a girl you hit me with your best line, I'll make you: the perfect Mafia Prince! Are you ready? And remember, you're doing this not just for yourself, but for your mom and me!" Kaito declared.
Sato nodded. "Yes, I'm doing this for my mom. As for you, not so much."
"Hey!!!" Kaito yelled, then shrugged. "Whatever, let's begin!"
It took them the rest of the day. Sato finally understood everything he should do and not do. The next day arrived, and Sato, all dressed and lines practiced, was ready to head out.
"Okay, I'm off," Sato said.
Kaito told him, "If you make it back alive, tell me everything that happened and make sure you get her a gift to just in case you forget!"
Sato nodded, walking out, pulling out the address card. He followed the address using the locator app on his phone. A few minutes later, it led him to a massive mansion, bigger than the Mega Mall itself. Waaaaaaaw, is this what rich people do? Sato thought.