Kimono-clad Maidens (Jojo)

[Sato, Kasumi]

The sudden shifting of the ground beneath her feet reminded Sasumi that they were now on a train, headed off for shopping in a more traditional district of Tokyo.  Or at least that was what the leader of Afternoon Delight assumed they must be doing.  If they were going to go shopping for kimonos it would only make sense to travel to a part of the city that specialized in the more traditional forms of art and clothing.  Shopping together wouldn't have been out of the question for two friends who were in the same idol group but still Jojo was wearing her disguise to a degree, minus her usual kimono.  After some talk they'd decided it was best if they didn't attract too much attention just yet, though honestly that decision relieved Sasumi.  She had enough problems keeping herself focused on the process of buying a ticket for the train and boarding it, much less getting off at the right station, without having to worry about people zeroing in on them since they were famous.  Even though the wig and contacts made her look more unremarkable, Sasu still thought the virtuoso idol was really pretty regardless.  Granted she actually liked how Jojo looked without those more - the green of her hair and the tone of her eyes were so vibrant, alive!

Since this was Tokyo the train was still pretty packed even though it was a time of day that was considered a 'lull'.  When they'd finally gotten onto the train there had only been one seat left and Sasumi absolutely insisted that Jojo take it.  Of course that hadn't been her first thought on the matter; no, that first thought had been to take the seat herself and see if she could manage to have Jojo in her lap.  Or wait until the seat next to her freed up, pull Jojo next to her and kind of hug all the way there.  These would attract far too much attention to themselves though so she made due with standing guard over the lovely lady whose kimono she was wearing.  Such a lovely garment, classy and feminine but also quite intimate and daring if only in Sasumi's imagination.  She gazed down at Jojo with a happy smile, the sterile light of the train's interior still making the shiny bits of her headband sparkle playfully.  While the next stop was announced by the train's conductor she really wanted to reach down and hold hands, but that would attract attention too.

Just to hold one of those smooth, delicate hands in her own would be delightful; the mere thought of it brought back memories of standing in the living room together.  Sasumi standing there breathing heavilly as the green haired girl carefully and expertly dressed her in the kimono.  Those hands guiding Sasu's arms through the sleeves, brushing up against the bare skin of her shoulder.  Ever so snugly pulling the front closed and, Sasumi thought she had noticed, catching a glimpse of what she wore under her usual clothes.  A blush colored her cheeks now as it had then, even if Jojo hadn't really noticed what she thought she'd noticed. The obi being secured properly felt snug but comfy, like being hugged close by someone very special.  Deepening her blush still was the realization that the kimono still bore a hint of a scent that really reminded her of Jojo.  And that kiss they'd had... she had to do her best not to think about it too much while they were still on the train. There had to be people watching them, she was sure of that. An idol didn't just ride the train and not get noticed by fans or even people casually familiar with the more popular groups.

Still she paid most of her attention to Jojo as the train neared a station (which was actually their destination) and had a somewhat dreamy look in her eyes as she spoke up, "Is it bad that even this train ride is more fun when I'm doing it with you?  Um.. also, what do I do with this kimono once I have my own?  Should I give it back to you as early as possible?"

[Kaguya Jojo]

Jojo Kaguya

Sato, Kasumi | Train Rides | 442

Jojo was sporting her ordinary wear of blue blouse and matching skirt, wearing the delicate clothing yet the skirt she wore she had realized may have been a bit too short for the immediate train ride that followed all the events that transpired on an ordinary trip to has a private jam session with the group leader. Her mind went through all the details, first showing how to play a glass harmonica followed by confession. Then that led to a kiss, her face blushing at this point while soon figuring how the following also affected that the calm nature of the two led to her undressing the girl and then putting her in the kimono she usually wears all the time. She went through this information all on their way to the train station that their tickets originally were meant just to get to the far reaches of Tokyo to the shopping district.

However, Jojo soon realized that when they were on the crowded train, the one set left was given to her and the black hair, brown eye idol hid quite well though the green hair itself was much the attraction given that it was hidden for now. She did not like showing herself in public, and thankfully her tattoo was still in full swing, the universal notes that were drawn onto her body aided in her staying away from the public eye that much easier. Yet the two idols were the subject of attraction and talk throughout the train ride as the question asked by the leader left Jojo stunned at first but soon recovered. Thanking the gods no one heard that it was actually hers aided in this as well. Jojo smiled and nodded with understanding, “I can understand why it is fun, but did you really have to phrase it like that?”

The mind of Jojo was like any other young adult, full of its own ideas and perversions themselves came naturally with how the day started out in the same manner. But then a question arose of the kimono, Jojo understood it better and it aided her in calming down until she saw their stop pass by as she started to only giggle further. “Well once we reach Kyoto and back with new kimonos. I suggest you keep it. You don’t need to give it back to me at all. Consider it a gift.” She smiled, wondering if the darling girl actually caught the first part in time to realize they missed their stop as she smiled and pat her lap, “You can sit if you like though, standing for the next three hours will be tiresome.”

credit to Delusional

[Sato, Kasumi]

No matter how inconvenient it was to have to stand on the train, it was worth it to ensure that Jojo didn't have to do so herself. After all the girl who'd made her heart go aflutter like a banner in the wind deserved nothing less than the best Sasu could do　for her. Just a little gesture like giving　her the last available seat on the train was the least that she could do to thank Jojo for making her feel so special today. Really it was only going to be a couple of more stops before they arrived at their destination anyhow so standing for that little time would really be no trouble at all! Soon the two of them would be trapsing about a lovely part of the city together enjoying the beauty of the buildings, scenery and each other. How lovely it would be to stroll leisurely whilst shopping for kimonos filled the girl's mind so much that she was actually humming music to go along with the little movie going on in her head. At the same time her ears were still open enough to hear what Jojo said to her, which was inconsequential at first.

“I'm sorry, did I say something weirdly? I.. I didn’t slip into my dialect again did I? ” Sasumi asked in mock surprise, knowing full well that Jojo was the one person who didn’t mind hearing her Tajima-ben.

They should be stopping anytime now for their station, she realized. It wasn’t that far from where she lived by train so it would just be a matter of a handful of stops before they were in shopping bliss. Then the doors shut and the train pulled away from the station.. which was their original destination. Sasumi caught what Jojo was saying only up to the point that it meant they had just missed their stop. Eyes wide and mouth agape the group leader watched the station fade out of sight as the train rolled on. Oh no! She’d ruined their plans by getting far too caught up in her silly ideas to notice the door was open in the first place! Now there was no way they could go kimono shopping at all and Jojo was probably secretly upset about it. For her part Sasu made no attempt to hide just how upset missing the stop made her. Nearly on the verge of tears she looked down apologetically at Jojo, about to offer her condolences for this tragedy. That is until she realized also that Jojo had just said they were going to Kyoto.

“Oh. Um, well that’s pretty okay then if we weren’t goin’ to that place in the first place.. “ Sasu answered with relief, tears drying up before they’d been able to fall. Then she blinked in shock and asked, “Wait, Kyoto? We’re going to Kyoto? Are you sure about that? But we didn’t buy the right tickets for that or anything.. “

Then she stopped herself and realized that Jojo must have something planned for paying for tickets. Her girlfriend – she still couldn’t believe she was able to call someone that – was a pretty resourceful girl and likely would be able to solve the problem. This was a girl who’d been able to convince Sasumi her feelings were neither weird nor wrong despite all the misgivings the group leader had experienced. Someone who was willing to let her borrow a kimono as lovely as this to wear just because Sasumi had been curious about wearing one. Wait, she’d just said it was okay to keep it because it was a gift not a loaner. That sent Sasumi’s face into a full-on lobster color blush as she realized that she was getting to keep something that Jojo had worn.

It would forever keep a special place in Sasumi’s room or closet, a piece of Jojo to keep close even if distance separated them. She could still pick up the faint scent of the green haired girl from the cloth, which would remind her of the gentle embrace.. the warmth and intensity of their kiss. This was a treasure unlike any other that Sasumi had ever had the privilege of owning and would be treated as such Such a reverie was she in that she failed to notice the seat to Jojo’s left open up long enough that she could’ve sat next to her girlfriend. Instead an older gentleman took the seat and went right back to reading his newspaper. Sasumi noticed the change of scenery around Jojo and cursed her rotten luck. Three hours really was a pretty long time to spend standing after all, just as Jojo had said. So ultimately she decided it was okay to accept Jojo’s offer and take a seat in her lap. This she did just as a hand reached out from the packed train and very nearly touched her backside. Some train groper had almost touched her, which made her eyes go wide in terror and shock. This subsided when she realized that Jojo was there, and had pretty much just saved her from that happening.

“Thanks, “ Sasumi whispered to Jojo, blushing again before asking, “You’re not uncomfortable or anything, are you? I hope I’m not hurting you or anything. “

After a bit more time had passed she asked, “Hey… would you be interested in one of those places where you can dress up in old ceremonial costumes? Or like a geisha? I think that’d be fun to do together.. even if it’s cheesy. “

[Kaguya Jojo]

Jojo Kaguya

Sato, Kasumi | Train Rides | 1,016

Jojo had been slightly worried about perverts on a normal train. Even for short distances, the perverted scum of the earth always lurked and wanted to completely take a helpless girl and get themselves off on such situations. The mere things made Jojo sicker to her stomach than anything else in the world. Might be the only reason to hate Japan though due to how aside from the public knowing it happens but doing nothing about it, there was far more pros than cons here in the country. Jojo however only smiled and continued to enjoy the company of her friend, her lovely friend whom confessed to her and Jojo back again. Such a confession truly was astounding since she had only been in the group for a little over a year or so now, having not really known much of the other members but even so, a year knowing one person made way enough for her to fall for them.

However, she always found that the time she spent with the girl, and the learning of her natural dialect, made her seem so much more comfortable now than before. Of course, she only smiled further more now when she witnessed her friend freaking out about Kyoto as Jojo held up two additional tickets with a giggle. “You kind of needlessly paid for those tickets for the stop we missed, I happened to purchase two tickets for Kyoto thinking this might happen. Always have a contingency plan as it should be.” Her smile staying true as she kept hold of the tickets with a grin about her lips. Her eyes looking at the girl and watching relief wash over the girl eventually with the examples she gave. It was always nice to know that such times led to measures furthermore unlocked.

Yet what she did happened to realize was after having told the girl that the kimono was hers as a gift, the cute red lobster blush just covered that face. It made Jojo giggled with a closing of her brown eyes in such an example until she noticed something of her own, her black wig she had worn, for some reason a window was open and the wig kind of flew away. Thankfully, with the tattoos and brown eyes no one seemed to notice the green haired individual, even with her poster on one of the subway walls. “Well, I guess one more thing I need to do is search for a new wig,” She giggled, looking at the girl with a smile as she could only blush lightly now herself with the similar thoughts of her list in mind. Kimono shopping, she would also need to get herself a new under-robe for the kimono and the wig.

So now, the trip had an elegant agenda to keep as well, such as natural as she knew Kyoto was a prime choice for all of those things. Jojo after all found her first gigs in Kyoto; such was always a joy to her and probably would be found out there if any of her old friends were still there. Probably singing their old seventies and eighties rock music like normal. Such was just the norm of things when it came to her friends of the past. She smiled, thinking back on the times then, wondering how in the world she wound up here in the first place, and dating her friend from the club of infinitely talented beauties. Such was different and even more so difficult to explain and now she hoped she didn’t run into her old friends while in Kyoto.

Jojo only peered at the individual, her friend finally sitting down after the offer onto her lap as the three hours would pass quickly, and already Jojo thought up of a fan service for her friend and payback to the perves on the train. She wrapped her arms, the tattooed one and the none-tattooed one around her love’s front while resting her chin on her shoulder, whispering lightly, “If anyone touches you when you don’t permit it, let me know and I can dispose of them.” She smiled, knowing how devious perverts were with touching on trains. It was bound to happen to everyone at least once, but she was protective of friends, and especially those whom she cared for more than that of those in friendship status. Jojo only grinned and smiled with a wink as she could tell that someone had lip read her, with the sweat beads forming on the fool’s bald scalp on a nearby portion of the train.

Jojo grinned more now, the passing time with at least fifteen or so stops would lead to enough space opening up in the cabin for her to smile and relax more with her girlfriend, smiling at the same time in all of this. It was then she heard of a question, such as cosplay, and she only giggled. “You do realize Geisha were the prostitutes back in the sixteenth century right? If anything, we could probably pull off shrine maiden cosplay much better than geisha.” She smiled, giggling more now as she always loved this format and she enjoyed the pleasures of the company that much more now with her eyes on the friend and a kiss to her neck now. A friendly teasing kiss, since there was more space in the cabin, odds was fan service would occur and those around no doubt already started boiling themselves.

Jojo only grinned, and would love to know how her friend reacts to such a situation, as it would also prove to be that much cuter while she herself rested on that shoulder again, attempting her best to hide her blush as it grew out of control. Such was normally one to hide all feelings but for some reason, right now, she didn’t want to. Perhaps it was due to the lovely girl in front of her but she didn’t feel the need to hide anything at all. It made her feel ever safer and more secure about herself at the same instance.

credit to Delusional

[Sato, Kasumi]

Jojo was such a calm and collected figure that even the group leader of Afternoon Delight was in awe of her sometimes. Here she was worrying about how they would pay for the extra ticket fare since they'd missed their stop and intended to go to another city. That would be super expensive! Not as prohibitively expensive as the shinkansen would be but still it wasn't cheap by any stretch of the imagination. Where Sasu worried unduly about little things like having valid tickets Jojo had already bought valid tickets just in case. Did she just buy them in case or had going to Kyoto been her plan the whole time? Sasu couldn't say for sure so she just smiled at the green haired girl's decision making and called it good.

 
Speaking of that hair it was now in perfect view of the girl seated on Jojo's lap. The wig had somehow disappeared at some point after her fellow idol had sat down. There being an open window immediately behind Jojo's head more than likely had something to do with that. So despite the insistence that Sasu had made on being disguise Jojo was now pretty much fully out of disguise. Tattoo and green hair elegantly showing to the world world without much concern from the virtuoso idol. Considering she normally kept the tattoo hidden from the world this was rather brave of Jojo. The thought of her wig flying off through the window as well as the calm statement about needing to buy a new one was too much for her. Sasu started giggling a bit, tried to hide it behind her hand, but couldn't help herself and started shaking in mirth.

"You're so cool about losing it," she remarked between moments where she laughed too much to speak, "That's what I love about you, even when somethin' unexpected happens you're still a freakin' lady about it!"

Immediately therafter she realized she'd slipped into Tajima-ben and blushed anew. Things were okay as she sat there, enjoying the closeness to someone she'd opened her heart to rather surprisingly. She always felt a little like she was soiling the perfect ladylike visage of Jojo by speaking like such a simpleton. Jojo deserved better than hick speech but somehow she seemed to like that dialect. Then she further surprised Sasumi by making a veiled threat to whoever had tried to grope her earlier. That seriousness, combined with how well off the girl was to have bought two tickets to Kyoto on a whim and her tattoo very briefly made her wonder if Jojo might be yakuza. That'd be a good reason to fear her. But no, she told herself even as her eyes looked panicked, it was just Jojo being Jojo.

The news that geisha weren't what they seemed in Sasu's imagination stunned the black haired idol and made her blush deeply. Was that true? Nothing more than elegant looking painted up ladies of the night? Definitely not what she wanted to dress up as with someone so special to her. That'd be a dishonor to her girlfriend. Before she got much further on that line of thought the girl kissed her on the neck and caused the blush to get even deeper. Sasu twitched and fidgeted as she tried to fathom how she should respond while weighing should with how she wanted to react. In her heart she wanted to kiss Jojo back but that would attract a lot more attention than they wanted to. No, instead she just slid a little closer on Jojo's lap and rested her head on the other girl's shoulder. Her blush remained but she was smiling all the same.

"You've gotta warn me when you do stuff like that," she replied, "I wanna be ready for it."

Then she had another thought and added kindly,"So geisha is out but what about old Heian style 12-layer kimono? I mean, it'd be like we're princesses or something.. and while maybe I'm not suited for that, you certainly are."