Summoning of Kikoku (Syndicate x Sparklez)

Pairing: Syndicate x Sparklez

Summary: Jordan falls for an elaborate prank pulled by Tucker and Sonja.

I sighed at the humiliating sight in my mirror, which was me. The pink dress, black heels, knee socks, make up, and the bow was too much for me not to be shamed. I looked like a poodle, or a cliché anime school girl. Actually I looked like a combination of both. This is embarrassing.

Tucker had given me a book he'd found about the kikoku sword, which was the sword that killed Dianite. Apparently if you did this ritual, then you'd summon the sword. I was willing to try it. I just didn't read the part where I had to dress up like a princess. I was regretting this decision.

I tried to walk to the door of my towers, but these heels were like walking on stilts. One trip and I'd be going to Dec for medical help.

I finally made it to a field where I could be alone without being humiliated by my friends. If they saw me in this, I'd never hear the end of their teasing. I read the instructions over again. This was going to be so embarrassing.
I took a deep breath and began to prance and skip around the field, singing and saying how I was such a pretty princess. I hate this.
The book said it'd take about ten minutes of me doing nothing but this, then I'd get the weapon.

After about five minutes, I started to feel tired. Skipping in heels was way too much work.

"What. The hell. Are you doing?"
A British voice asked behind me, and I stopped my singing and dancing immediately. So much for not being humiliated. Tom would tell the whole realm about my acts.

"I'm trying to summon the kikoku sword..." I turned around to face Tom, who had an expression I'd never seen him wear before. My cheeks flushed red as he looked me up and down with his eyes the size of emeralds.

"What...what are you wearing?" He stepped back and traced every inch of my body with his eyes. My face began to grow redder.

"Stop looking at me like that! I'm embarrassed enough as it is..." I ripped the bow out of my hair and kicked my heels off. Forget the ritual. It wasn't worth getting teased for months on end.

"Sorry it's just...you pull that off surprisingly well. Where did you even get stripper tights? And a choker?" His eyes continued to stare at my clothes.

"What are you talking about? These aren't stripper tights. And what's a choker?"

"Dude, I know what stripper tights look like. I've been to many strip clubs before. And a choker...is a sex toy. Who gave you this stuff?"
My face burned a thousand suns. Tucker and Sonja had given me the clothes and the book. I'd been pranked. And I was wearing a strippers outfit. Fantastic.

"Oh my god...I've been pranked..." I drug my hands down the sides of my face and groaned at my humility. I can't believe I was so gullible...

"Who told you about this shit?" Toms expression changed into an angry one.

"Tucker...why?"

"He's going to get his ass kicked. I told him to lay off on pranking you. This was way over the line. Come on, I'll get you some clothes." He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me in the direction of his tree.

Tom was helping me? And he had defended me? Had the universe shifted its balance?

When we arrived at the tree, Tom went to his room and came back later with a hoodie and some sweats.

"When you get done changing, give me the clothes. I'll get rid of them for you." He hands me the clothes.

"Aren't you gonna give them back to Tucker and Sonja?" I knew they had pranked me, but I couldn't help but think that throwing away their stuff was wrong.

"You do realize they probably gave you used stripper clothes, right? And that the choker around your neck is probably used too? And the underwear?" I looked down at my dress and saw the black underwear showing, and I quickly pulled my dress over it as my humiliation flooded my entire body. Used clothes that someone had most definitely did the do do in? How could they have been so mean to me? What did I even do to them?

"Don't be embarrassed Sparklez. I won't tell anyone about this. They went too far with this shitty joke. I'm burning those clothes the first chance I get. Get changed and we're taking a visit to Tuckers."
I quickly took off the choker and threw it to the floor. I felt dirty with this stuff on.

Toms expression grew angrier as he saw my obvious discomfort. He closed the door so I could change. I sighed. I took off the frilly pink dress and threw it on the wooden floor. The tights were off next, and then the black hand gloves and the bracelets. I had tears in my eyes from the whole thing. Never had I felt more humiliated and ashamed my whole life.

The panties were off next and then the bright pink bra. Wait, I didn't have any underwear. I was not going to wear panties.
I examined the clothes Tom had given me, and underneath the pants were some boxers. Thank the gods for Tom being considerate. I would've never had the courage to ask him for underwear. I slid in the boxers, and found that they were huge on me. I read the tag on the back.

XL. Extra large.

My face burned at the thought of how big the inside of Toms underwear was. I was wearing his underwear. My poor innocent mind.

I slipped on the sweats and pulled the hoodie over my head. I sighed in relief. I felt so much more comfortable. I picked up the stripper clothes from the floor, and I heard Tom knock on the door.

"You naked or what?" He asked through the door.

"Uh. No."

He opened the door up and hesitantly looks inside. He entered when he found I had clothes on.
His eyes looked at my clothes again, and stopped at my face.

"You're still wearing make up," he said with a slight smile.
I groaned. I just wanted to go home and sleep off this horrible day.

"Chill, I'll get it off." He went over to his kitchen sink and grabbed a paper towel from the counter, wetting it with water. He walked back over to me and began wiping the cool towel over my face. He stopped at my eyes.

"Have you been crying?" He asked, his brown orbs only focusing on me.

"No," I lied. I didn't want him to know I cried. I've been shamed enough today.

"Yeah you have. Mascaras running down your face." He used the towel to wipe away the tears on my cheeks. I avoided his gaze as he did. Stupid makeup.

"Alright, I got most of it. I'll be right back, okay? You stay here. Get some sleep or something. I should be back in an hour."
He completely ignored the fact that I had been crying and I had lied about it.

"Okay." I twiddled my thumbs as he continued to stare at me.
Tom sighed. He put the wet towel on the table and put his arm around my torso, pulling me closer to him.

"It's okay to cry sometimes. Everyone does. Even I do every once in awhile. So just do it if you want. I'm not judging." Tom gave me a pat on the back and pulled away. I didn't want him to for some reason.

"Is something wrong with you today?" I blurted out.

"I don't think so. Why do you ask?"

"You're being nice to me...that's extremely odd."

He shifted uncomfortably and scratched the back of his neck.
"...you just seem really stressed the hell out lately. The pranks everyone's been doing lately are all aimed at you, and that's gotta be stressful. Tucker and Sonja doing this to you is just...it makes me wanna burn down their houses. You have enough shit on your plate already. You didn't need this."

"Do I seem stressed? I don't feel stress all that much..."

"You're crying right now. If that isn't a sure sign you're extremely stressed, then I don't know what is. I better go if I wanna do this by sun down. I'll be back." He picked up his backpack and headed out the door, taking the stripper clothes with him.
I hope he didn't burn their houses down. That was a little extreme.

Hours later, I woke up from my sleep. I was in Toms bed...I didn't sleep here. I slept on his couch. Did I sleepwalk in here?
Covers were pulled up to my neck and the lights had been turned off. A glass of water sat on the night stand beside the bed. Someone had tucked me in.

Okay, now I'm curious.

I pulled off the soft covers and stood up from the comfy bed. I walked out the door leading to the living room and kitchen and peeked out. The kitchen table had Toms bag on top of it. He was home. Where was he though?
I stepped out of the room and walked to the living room, where Tom was laying on the couch, wide awake.

"Hey," I said with a hoarse voice. I remember after Tom had left, I took him up on his advice and cried a little more. I guess that's why I was so hoarse.

His eyes went to me and he smiled. "Aye, how'd you sleep?" His British voice was thick with sleepiness.

"Good. Did you put me in your bed?"

"Yeah. You didn't look too comfortable on this rock."

"Well that was really nice of you. Thanks. So...what did you do to Tucker? I hope you didn't burn anything..."

"Nah. I did something much worse." He smiled evilly.

"Oh no. What did you do?" I feared for Tuckers life.

"You know that little strip club he's been working on? I forced him to put on the stripper clothes and I tied him to one of the poles on the stage. He can't scream for help either. I put that choker in his mouth. Hopefully Sonja will find him tomorrow, right after she gets through the amount of end portals, ender fluid, taint puddles, lava, and mud slides covering every inch of her house. Actually, Tucker may be stuck in that club for the rest of the week. I covered the doors of the strip club and her house with warded blocks. I took some pictures, wanna see?" He pulled photos out of his pocket and handed them to me. I took them.

He really had tied Tucker to the stage pole and put him in those clothes. Tuckers eyes were opened in a panicked fashion when Tom had flashed the photos. I grinned slightly at the sight. Tom had done this all for me.

"You like it?" Tom asked as I smiled at the photos.

"You...you did this all for me."

He patted an area on the couch and I sat down next to him.

"I did. They deserved it. I don't like when other people mess with you, Sparklez. You're mine."

My cheeks flushed again. I've never blushed so much in one day. "Thanks..."

"No problem."

I thought back to earlier when Tom had first seen me in the stripper outfit. What was that expression he had been wearing?

"Can I ask you something weird?" I wanted to know.

"Sure. Go ahead," he yawned and stretched his arms, making his muscles flex. My cheeks burned brighter at the sight and I looked down.

"What did you think when you first saw me in that outfit?" I fiddled with my fingers.

"To be completely honest?" He asked me.

I nodded.

"I thought you looked sexy as hell."

And there goes my innocence.

"I mean, I've seen plenty of strippers in my life and they were cool and all but...I would get a lap dance from you anytime of the day dressed in that thing. Just bein honest."

Oh my god.

"You...o-oh..." I stuttered and tripped over my words.

"What? You don't think you looked fine in that dress?" He had no shame in telling me and asking me these things. I however, was dying from the blood rushing to my neck and cheeks.

"No I just...are-are you gay?" I asked, but quickly regretted what I said.

"Nah, I just think you're cute is all. Guess you could say I'm bi. You gay?"

"I don't think so...but I think you're sorta cute too."

"That means a lot, since I'm so hideous looking. I should let you get some more sleep. You look tired."

"You do too. That couch is really hard to sleep on, I know. Why don't you come sleep in the bed? We can share it."

Tom smirked. "I'll be there in a minute then. Prepare the bed, cutie."

My stomach did loops when he called me cutie. I nodded and walked back to the room. A wolf whistle came from behind me and I smiled.

Tom came in a few minutes later and laid down beside me on the bed. We laid in silence for a bit.

"Do you really think I looked sexy?" I whispered.

"Sure do," he implied that I still was and I felt warmth spread through me. "Anyone ever told you you got a nice butt?"

"Oh my god Tom..." I groaned.

"Just wondering. I like your butt. You ever wanna maybe give me a lap dance?" He laughed.

I laughed a little. My eyes were starting to close. I was really tired.

Just before I finally drifted to sleep, I felt a hand slap my butt.
My eyes shot open. "TOM!" I squeaked and held my stinging butt cheek.

"Can't help it. Sorry about my perve brain," he laughed.

"Tom, you can't just slap my butt! I'm not a stripper...thats sort of offensive."

"Aw, I didn't mean to make you feel like a stripper. There are plenty of other things I love more than your cute butt."

"Like what?"

"Like...how smart you are. And how you always blush at anything sensual. And when you do something cool, you fist pump and make weird noises."

"Fist pumps are cool..." I defended.

Tom laughed. "Night Sparklez. I hope you have a better day tomorrow." I felt something wet touch my cheek. My chest throbbed when I realized Tom had kissed my cheek.

Maybe I could take him up on that lap dancing offer sometime.
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- Lee

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