KHR Rarepair Week, June 20 - Sugary Baby/Sugar Mommy

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 The thing about being rich is that you have to show it off.

M.M. learned that from a young age, and sometimes it still stuns her that there are still so many people who haven't realized this vital lesson. Money is meant to be spent, to buy the fanciest clothes and spent a night at the most luxurious resort. If you're just being a coward about it, well, why even have money in the first place?

Business is going well for her. And she means business in a few different ways. She's being paid neatly by Mukuro, whenever he yells for her services, and she's also managed to build up a reputation again in the underworld now that she's no longer, you know, in prison. There are a few stocks that are going really well too, helped out by her casually crippling competition of her preferred businesses when need be. To her delight, she's absolutely rolling in cash.

...And it's not enough. Huffing, M.M. kicks back in her seat and perches on heel on a coffee table that costs more than what people make in a year. She can't spend all of her time hanging around Mukuro and his ilk, not in that dusty and derelict old place they like in Japan. Sometimes, she just has to enjoy herself, and that means a world class hotel. So she should be happy: it's practically an apartment all its own with the inclusion of a living space and dining area as much as the bedroom and bathroom. It's lavish, and comfortable, and she adores this suite in particular suite.

So what else could she want? Besides everything. And, you know, the octopus terrine, the artichoke and black truffle soup, and the expensive wine that comes with it. She has a chocolate ice cream sundae that's due to come up afterwards; it comes with a golden spoon.

"It's not like I could look any better," she mutters to herself, sighing. There's a certain limit to how many expensive items she can put on just one body - oh.

She's got it.





"Do you know what a sugar baby is?" asks the redhead who walks up to her while she's waiting outside for Hana to get some ice cream, and Kyoko pauses.

In the time she's gotten to know him since middle school, Kyoko has watched Tsuna gain a lot of friends. It's been kind of fun to watch, honestly, like watching a seed suddenly sprout wildly into ivy. However, she's not sure if she's this particular friend around a whole lot... Although she can recognize that vivid red hair. Someone who's more Chrome's friend than anything, she thinks?

Well, this is certainly a conversation to kick off their first meeting. "It's girls who go along with older men for money, isn't it?" she asks, pressing a finger into her cheek thoughtfully. It's not something she's ever thought about doing herself, but it's hard not to hear about it from her classmates at school. Oh, and her brother desperately trying to convince her to never do anything like that again, panicked and at the top of his lungs.

The redhead squints at her. Kyoko can't recall her name, or if she was even ever told what her name was. "Do you know what 'go along with' even means?" she asks, like she's trying to ferret something out.

Kyoko's grades have pretty average, save in physical education where she is more than happy to excel just like her brother did. Still, a basic Japanese high school education is more than enough to know basic facts. Like this. "It's sex, isn't it?" she says simply and matter of factly.

No doubt her poor mother would swoon to hear her talking about such private things in so plain a manner, and with someone who's practically a stranger as well. Kyoko doesn't mean to do that to her, and she often doesn't. But, well... When it comes to this kind of strange talk, isn't it better to know exactly what she's talking about, and show that she's not some idiot who can be duped into whatever?

And it seems to make the redhead smirk a bit, satisfied. So she gave a right answer? "Exactly," the redhead says. "But while it shows up, it's not always mandatory. Some people just like having a cute girl on their arm. It's a status symbol. Makes people look better if they have someone cute on their arm that they can spend however much money they want on them, and have it not effect them at all. So, how about it." The redhead cocks her head to the side, confident and relaxed. "Want to be my sugar baby?"

You know, Kyoko didn't think the conversation would lead quite in this direction.

Still, she doesn't dismiss it out of hand, and her gaze drifts off as she tries to give it some good thought. "Would that mean paying me for being with you, or would you just buy me things?" she asks, because it seems like an important distinction to make, right now.

Redhead-chan scoffs. "I'm not so poor that I wouldn't give you an allowance," she says with a dismissive flick of her hand. "I'll buy you whatever you want, and give you money, too. Although I'm going to insist on exactly how I dress you up, at least a few times. I have to make sure that you don't make me look bad." A pause, and her eyes rake over Kyoko. "Although... You're the most popular girl in your school, aren't you?"

"I suppose," Kyoko muses, even though she's not entirely sure how that reputation was gotten in either middle school or high school. All she did was be herself, friendly and energetic and all of that. Is that really enough to just be popular? That, and cute? She guesses so.

At least it's enough for Redhead-chan. "Perfect," she says, like that's that. "So what do you think?"

"I think... I should probably ask some people about the idea of taking on a job first," she muses. "I hope you don't mind that." Because it does seem like she would get a lot of money in exchange for this. Kyoko is a teen girl, and she knows she has a lot of desires, along with other goals she has to save up for. Getting a job like this doesn't sound too bad at all, but she has to be at least a little smart about it.

And Redhead-chan doesn't even take it seriously, shrugging in one sharp and smooth motion. "Fine. I'll just send you something to prove that I'm the real deal. But let me know soon. Here, give me your cell."

Just like that, they exchange phone numbers, and Redhead-chan (M.M.) goes off with a flippant wave of her hand. It's just in time for Hana to step outside, holding ice cream cones in both hands. "Who was that?" she asks suspiciously, eyes narrowed towards M.M.'s distant back. "She was dressed pretty impressively."

"She's one of Chrome-chan's friends," Kyoko says cheerfully. "She was just offering me a job, but I think I should check in on a few things first, before I make a decision. But it would be nice to have a little extra pocket money, wouldn't it?"

That's enough to sate Hana's protectiveness, and she just hands Kyoko the ice cream, before the two of them wander off, talking about gossip and how they did on the last tests. Everything goes on completely as normal, up until Kyoko finally makes it back home and asks her brother for the special cell phone he has that connects to the Vongola Family... and any of those smaller groups connected to them.

"Oooooh, M.M., is it?" says Lussuria when the call goes through, and after Kyoko has explained her afternoon encounter. "You know, that isn't actually a bad deal... Although what a little scamp she is, deciding to do something like that. I suppose it isn't that much of a surprise."

"Oh, so you think I should accept?"

"If you're comfortable~. But it seems like she's just flaunting her wealth, like a girl such as herself is prone to do. At worst, you might end up in some mafia businesses, but staying close to her will be enough. Although, just in case, you should make a contract, you know? Something to make sure that she'll keep you safe no matter what, along with making the decision for what minimum payment you'll receive and at what date. It's the kind of thing you might want to draw up carefully by someone who knows their stuff... Oh, oh, why don't I get Mammon on the phone for you? They're excellent for this kind of thing~. Although you'll probably have to agree to pay them back with interest when you get some of your allowance! As an insider secret, try not to be careful with how much interest you let them have on you~."

Well, Kyoko's match class just covered things like interest and percentages, and she has the internet. She thinks she should be fine, so long as M.M. gives her the money she so confidently promised her.

She's especially certain about this when, in the mail, she's send a pretty set of blue diamond earrings.





If it were up to M.M., she'd take Sasagawa to a fashion boutique in France, or Italy, and get some things custom made. However, for a girl who's still attending high school, there's really only so far she can take her for the time being. If she wants to do anything particularly outrageous and spectacular, she'll have to wait for some school holidays.

So instead, she hits up some boutiques that Japan houses - and honestly they aren't bad either. There are quite a few fashion designers in Eastern Asia that work for the kind of things she likes, so it all works out.

"What kind of things do you normally wear?" she asks Sasagawa as she carefully browses through the store, eyeing things up. Trailing after them is an employee of the boutique, clearly there to help them however possible - that's where sales are, after all. "We'll see how much of it I veto. And handle whatever you want - that's what it's there for."

She's... pretty sure that Sasagawa knows what her deal is? She's the sister of a Vongola Guardian, and apparently teleported into the future for a mafia ware. There's a limit to obliviousness. Yet she doesn't seem concerned about her situation whatsoever, beaming brightly as she claps her hands together. "Oh, is that how it is? Since it's such an expensive place and we're doing things on your wallet, I didn't want to be rude or make you pay for anything unnecessarily! But if it's not a problem, then excuse me..."

At least they're not wasting any time, which is just about as important as money, and almost more annoying when it's frittered about for stupid reasons. M.M. guesses that means she's made the right choice, for now.

Sasagawa's preferences, in terms of color, lead to the warmer hues: soft feminine pinks sometimes, as befitting of a very popular girl in high school that would appeal to idiot boys who only care about looks with no loud personality getting in the way, but brilliant oranges and yellows as well that liven up a room, along with deeper maroons or reds. "That's a surprise," M.M. comments when Sasagawa takes a long and deep red coat to hold in front of herself curiously.

"I like passionate colors," Sasagawa says cheerfully, twirling around as she holds the coat against her body. There's a dramatic swish to it, even when it's not resting properly against her body, and her grin widens all the more. "Energetic ones. It doesn't feel right to be so calm all the time. If I'm not doing something, it's bothersome."

With how she's related to someone with such a brilliant Sun flame in him, M.M. supposes this isn't a particularly surprising revelation. "That'll work out well for me as well," she says, examining her nails. "Passionate and daring colors draw a lot more attention, although there's something to be said for the cooler ones as well... Although keep in mind we'll probably want to get you something in black." There are people who say 'little black dresses' are out of fashion, and maybe that's true, to a degree. But M.M. knows better. She knows it's less about the color, and all about the cut, when it comes to a classic like that.

Men have gotten away with the same boring bitch black or navy suits for what she's pretty sure are centuries now. A black dress will be fine, so long as she can find one that is not only fashionable or even ahead of the current trends by a step, but one that brings out Sasagawa's attractiveness even more.

Or hell, why not put her in a suit as well? It'd be something a little daring. A little charming. It could be fun, playing pretend as the delicate girl on the arm of someone.

And it seems like it would be easy to convince Sasagawa into it, as she looks back to grin at her. "I wouldn't mind trying some on! That's the whole point of being here, right? And if they fit well, we can get them!" Oh good, she's caught onto how this works already.

So the colors are bright or at least passionate, and the style leans towards the airy. Loose styles, the kind that floor and flutter around a girl. Definitely feminine, even when it's in the form of a regular shirt and pants. As Sasagawa lays it all out for her perusal in the spacious dressing room they're given, M.M. curls one finger near her chin and thinks. On one hand, it's very much not her style at all. She still thinks Mukuro's is always going to eternally be questionable, but she does like things that are a bit more... slick. 'Cool', as one could say.

Sure, she could just use Sasagawa as a dress up doll for her own fashion. There's nothing wrong with that; it's what she's paying her for. Yet would that really be satisfying? Would that really serve her needs?

"What do you think?" Sasagawa asks, and flashes her a wink. "Do I pass the inspection?"

Is she always this kind of teasing? Jeeze, in that case, no wonder she's so popular among the average boy. M.M. taps her chin a few more times, before shrugging. "I guess it's fine," she decides at last. Yeah, this sort of thing could work out well. If she buys the right things, and makes sure that the two of them match in subtle little ways that help bind them together... Yeah, that might actually work out great for her. "The brands you picked are good quality as well-" As though anything is poor quality in a boutique like this. "-so we may as well see what they actually look like on your body."

That's the annoying thing about shopping, even in a place like this... Something hanging from a rack isn't guaranteed to look good on the actual body. They're made for completely different purposes, in a lot of occasions, although she has hopes this place is more sensible than that. And even if something does look fine on a body, it might just not look good on a particular person, for whatever reason.

Well, she says and thinks all that... But she's sure not expecting, with a cheery "Oh, definitely!", for Sasagawa to just start stripping right there in front of her.

M.M. blinks. "I know we're both girls, but I did tell you I was your sugar momma," she points out, although she doesn't exactly stop the other girl as she slides out of her shoes, and then begins undoing her skirt. "Aren't you worried even a little bit?"

Sasagawa blinks right back at her. "But didn't we sign a contract saying you had no interest in that sort of thing with me?" she says, shimmying out of her skirt and folding it onto the bench. It's surprisingly neat of her. "So I don't see why I should be concerned at all." Except then there's that smile again, and she leans forward, hand behind her back. She acts like she isn't completely bare from the waist down. "Unless you've fallen for me, M-chan!"

Honestly. What's even the response that a sugar momma should make when her baby is acting like that? "Just get out of your clothes already and into the first outfit."

Sasagawa laughs, pulling at her shirt so that she can tug her arms through the holes... Only to pause. "Ah... M-chan, I think my arm is stuck."

Really, the world tries her so hard, sometimes, M.M. swears. "What do you want me to do about it?" she sighs, even though she's already stepping through to see what exactly she can do. She can't really remember ever doing this before. It's not as though she's ever had a female friend. In her business? That was just asking to get stabbed in the back... Although she guesses she knows Chrome, but that hardly feels that it counts. Fiddling about with another girl whose elbow is awkwardly stuck in her shirt is a new one.

"Can you just see if you can move the shirt a little bit so that it goes around my elbow?" Sasagawa asks, voice muffled not very much. "I don't want to tear it."

"I don't think you understand what it means to be a sugar baby," M.M. snorts, even as she surveys the issue. "You could tear it to shreds, and  can buy you five new ones, that's how it works."

Alright, she thinks she sees where the issue is. While she moves her hands to the right places on the shirt, Sasagawa makes a thoughtful little noise. "But that just feels like it would be a waste, you know. Isn't it better if you can use money for what you really want, instead of spending it recklessly? Accidents are one thing, but this is another."

Eugh. Is that the kind of thought process poor people have? Still, she guesses she can see the point. She's had to buy some real designer items before, and it'd be nice if, in an ideal world, she could be confident they'd be in perfect condition from the first one, with no need for her to buy spares Just In Case. She can do it, of course, but it's annoying thinking of some idiot mafioso getting his grubby hands over something worth more than his life, and ruining it.

"Well, I guess that means we can just focus on using up all that money on new clothes for you," M.M. says. "Anyway, stay still." And with that, her fingers pinching into the cheap shirt fabric, and she just yanks.

She's thinking it should be fine, because even fabric like this is sturdy enough that it won't fall apart at this stage in its life and from a little bit of tugging, and it is. There's not the terrible sound of fabric ripping apart, the awkward jerk of something going a lot more loose and free than it is meant to be.

Except while the shirt is fine, some people apparently don't listen when you say hold the fuck still, and, with a small yelp, Sasagawa follows the tug of the shirt right into her.

M.M. prides herself on being as strong as she is beautiful, able to wield a clarinet with enough force to cause permanent brain damage. Yet that only counts for things she's prepared for, and when she's not already following the force of her own tugging. The two of them go down in a heap, with her yelling and Sasagawa yelping. When M.M. finally comes to, the shirt is draped over her face, and Sasagawa's weight is right against her chest.

If she was a guy, this would probably be scandalous. As it is, it's probably still a little bit scandalous to have a girl in her underwear against her body and inbetween her legs like this, blinking a few times as she regains her own bearings. "You didn't give me very much time for it," Sasagawa points out, which makes M.M. scowl. Before she can get even more aggravated, Sasagawa wiggles about in her spot, until they're chest to chest. "Ne, but I'm sorry, M-chan!" And she presses a butterfly light kiss right on M.M.'s cheek.

...Yeah, definitely scandalous.

While M.M. is left to just blink there in confusion, Sasagawa hops up onto her feet again with the continued lack of care towards the fact that she's just in her underwear, and goes over to one of the dresses that she picked out. As she slides it up on over her shoulders, M.M. finally snaps out of it and quirks up an eyebrow. "Was that an attempt to win me over a little bit...?"

Smoothing out the dress along her body, Kyoko pauses, and then smiles. "Did it work?" she asks, pressing her fingertips together and her eyes bright from underneath her bangs. "Or will you at least keep from taking that incident out of my allowance?"

What a little brat. Despite herself, M.M. finds herself actually smiling right back, a wry twist of her lips. It looks like she's got herself quite the troublesome little sugar baby.

And it probably doesn't bode well that she can't help but find that cute.