It was another quiet day in the imperial theater, the had taken a little break from their constant rehearsals, Seijuro as usual had been tasked with keeping the theater clean but before he could fulfill his duty Azami had called him, telling him she urgently needed his help.
"Azami?" he asked as he knocked on her door, the young kunoichi was kneeling on the ground, next to her bed, with her back to Seijuro, she seemed to be immerse in searching something among the many scrolls resting on her floor, she didn't seem to notice he had entered her room.
"I found it!" she suddenly shouted, jumping back on her feet, victoriously holding a scroll in her hand as if it where a trophy, her excitement didn't last long, as soon as turned around, her smile disappeared, her eyes grew wide and quickly she assumed combat position, with shuriken in hand she yelled, "How did you get here!?"
"The door was open..." Seijuro answered, raising an eyebrow, curious to know what had startled the girl so much, his eyes landing on the scroll, "What do you have there? A map to all your candy stashes?"
Azami just frowned in response, sheathing her weapon but raising her hand to point at the captain, "Village Rule number 84: never sneak up on a ninja! And no I don't have any candy stashes!" she lied as naturally as she breathed
"Sure" Seijuro knew better than to poke fun at young ninja's eccentricities, not to mention he had come hear for a reason, "In case you forgot you called me, you told me you needed my help with something"
"Help?" Azami repeated, but suddenly stopped her mouth agape as it seen a lightbulb went on inside her head, "Of course, stand right there and don't move" she ordered, pointing to the center of her room.
Seijuro obliged, more curious than anything, after all they've been through any prank Azami tried to pull on him couldn't be that bad, when he stood where Azami had pointed to, she opened the scroll she had picked and started to read it, words he could not understand left her lips in fast succession, this wasn't enough to make him flinch but when a white circle started forming on the ground around then, Seijuro started to have a bad feeling about this, a sentiment that only grew the circle started to glow with sick intensity that his whole vision turned white and his body went numb.
When the brightness went down, Seijuro could feel his body one more time, the first thing he noticed was that his head was killing him, he could feel his vision spinning, only being able to see blurred images, he also noticed how hard was to stand on his feet, for some reason his legs felt weak and wobbly.
After a few moments of confusion, the world around him began to take shape again, the wall of Azami's room looked more clear but why did it looks bigger? He could still see the many scrolls she had on the floor, but what was standing next to a pile of them?
"It worked" someone said, a man for the deep tone but something in this voice sounded oddly familiar, but why was a man in Azami's room? When he looked to the source of the voice he was confused, standing in front of him was...himself, or at least a copy of himsel, this doopleganger was inspecting his own hands but stopped when he noticed Seijuro's stare, "Why are you looking at me? I didn't you know you were a pervert and an egocentric!"
"Pervert?" Seijuro repeated, only the girls in the revue used that cruel title when talking about him, but he could focus on why this double was calling him that, after all if someone knew of his innocence ot had to be himself, but Seijuro's mind was focused on the girlish soft voice coming out of his throat.
When he looked down to see what had happened, his eyes grew wide open as he saw himself, or where should have seen himself but now stood a a lithe body, dressed in a combination of a kimono and maid's uniform, with ling yellow sleeves and white frills, a light yellow apron covered his chest and part of a shirt purple skirt, and below that he could see the source of his recent wobbliness, a pair of yellow sandals with high soles, this was Azami's outfit why was he..., then it clicked, he look back to the other Seijuro and then back to himself, he looked up one more time, with his lips quivering he asked, "Azami?"
"Yes! Who else would I be!" she pouted while crossing her arms, what he might had found cute in her tiny frame looked rather bizarre in his taller body, not that she seemed to mind, "Don't get your perverted hopes up, I wanted to the see if that infiltration scroll really worked" she said, walking pass him, allowing Seijuro to see just how short he was now, she then kneeled next to the piles of scroll, "Hmm, now where is it?"
"You don't-" he tried to said but when he tried to take a step, he found himself falling to the ground, "Ouch!" he whined as his head touched the ground, Azami didn't even bother to look at him, still immersed in her scrolls, when he tried to get up he noticed it was those dammed platformed sandals, "How can she walk with these?" he asked as he struggled to keep his balance, taking a few clumsy steps.
"Ahhhh!" his walk didn't take him far, just to room's entrance door, where he tripped once more, this time falling on the door, opening and landing on the ground outside the room, "Ggrrrrrr" he gritted his teeth as he struggled to get up.
"That's it! I can't stand these thing anymore!" Seijuro shouted, still with his but on the ground he decided ti get rid of the torture devices that Azami called footwear, he took them out of his feet and threw them as was away as his skinny arms allowed him to.
"Ouch!" a whiny could be heard in the distance, "Who throw their shoes at me!?" a voice asked in the distance, a voice Seijuro recognised as Reiji's, not wanting to see his sometimes friend sometimes rival in this odd situation, Seijuro took a reckless decision and ran away from the scene.
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As Seijuro was running away from the scene of the crime, he was so immersed in his escape that he didn't notice the bannister of the staircase, when he ran next to it, Azami's apron got stuck in it.
Part of the apron was torn as he felt down the stairs, his tiny body rolled down as bruises began to form on his whole being, once he touched the floor, Seijuro was in pain but his pian didn't match the anger he was feeling.
"Why does she need this apron!" he yelled as he got up, part of the apron was hanging from the bannister but that wasn't enough for the captain turned kunoichi, he wanted to get rid of all the annoying accessories that composed Azami's outfit.
"Gahhhhhh!" he shouted as he ripped apart the apron, shredding it to pieces as he jumped over the shreds, enjoying this cathartic act.
Once he stopped, Seijuro noticed another problem he had, this unfortunate fall down the stairs hadn't just bruised him, it had also covered him in dust, while he was the one supposed to clean up the theater he hadn't reached that stairs yet, which meant they were still a bit ugly something that was apparent in the dust stained kimono he was now wearing.
"I should probably go to the bath..." he mumbled, but that last word stopped him on his tracks, the baths that one place in the theater that had caused him so much pain, all because his stupid legs couldn't obey him when he was close to that area, but maybe he wouldn't be affected by the curse if he wasn't in his body? He just had one way of knowing that, and really needed to clean up, so he made his way to the baths, hoping that it was empty just in case the curse decided to attack anyway.
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Seijuro was sweating as he stood in front of the bath, the dreaded root of his suffering, he feared that he would opened the door and immediately be hit and punched and kicked by a horde of angry girls, a shiver went down his spine by the mere thought.
But then again he wasn't Seijuro right now, was he? The unique cross of a kimono he was wearing certainly disagree with that, so be had nothing to fear, right?
Slightly calmed, but still fearing for the worst, Seijuro opened the door of the bath, or at least tried since he ran into another problem, Azami's kimono, it's long sleeves got in the way, too long to stretch his hand out of it, while he would have normally just rolled up his sleeves, Seijuro had a very stressful day and just couldn't deal with this anymore.
"Why does this happen to me? Why can Azami wear something more comfortable!" he yelled, wildly flailing his arms around, he just had it, once he was done cleaning he would get rid of every single kimono-maid-thing Azami owned, she could thank him later, but now he had to get out of said uncomfortable kimono.
"Agh, finally!" Seijuro mumbled as he wriggled out of the uncomfortable outfit, dropping it and immediately being hit by a cold sensation.
As he saw the yellow and purple garment resting on the ground, Seijuro looked down to see the source of his shivering, bellow the kimono he was almost naked, just wearing underwear, this sudden realisation made his cheeks go red, immediately hugging himself in an attempt to cover himself, quickly looking around for anyone that might have seen him in this state.
Fearing to be seen, Seijuro quickly ran into the bath, but the series of misfortunes that he had experienced that day hadn't ended yet, he was focused on hiding from any preying eyes that he didn't notice the door of the bath was completely soaked, making him trip back to the ground, darkening his whole vision.
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"Azami? Azami?" a voice kept asking, Seijuro could feel consciousness coming back to him, and just like before in Azami's room, he could see a blurry figure, after being shaken a few more moment, the image became more clear revealing this person to be...
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