You were doomed. There really was no way around it. At some point you had died, betrayed by those you had trusted, and now you were doomed. Condemned to Hell for your mistakes.
A Hell which bore a striking resemblance to a department store.
Perhaps you should back up a bit. The day had started out well enough, Gai-sensei was off taking care of whatever needed to be taken care of with Kin, and that along with the fact that Neji had evidently requested training help from him meant you were practicing on your own.
Not that you were particularly concerned with that fact, it was only for the two days, and it let you...
procure some more explosive tags without having to answer any awkward questions. Though that wasn't the main reason you were filing out the tags, at least not now. When you were writing down the seals you had noticed something odd; The golden chakra shifting and focusing as you wrote.
As the day wore on you noticed it more and more, a hazy, indistinct feeling hung over everything you saw and read. Like something was there, just out of reach, but whenever you tried to grasp it the feeling disappeared, dissolving into the air. Eventually you managed to get a handle on the feeling, but it still remains frustratingly out of reach of any sort of coherence.
The day only improved when you met Sakura and Ino for lunch, or it had improved until an idle comment on your part about possibly looking into replacing some of your aging wardrobe had ignited a fire in the eyes of your two friends. Then the two showed their true colors and set aside their rivalry to unite against you.
In short you are an idiot, Sakura and Ino are the worst and now you're trapped in Department Store Hell (but you repeat yourself.)
Sakura and Ino themselves aren't exactly making the whole experience any easier to enjoy.
"You stupid fat pig!"
Case in point.
"Oh like you know anything about
fashion, you can barely dress to take attention off that giant forehead of yours." Ino brandishes her chosen outfit for you like a shield. It...well it is certainly
a thing, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the length of the purple dress that forms the centerpiece of the outfit. Or more specifically the lack-thereof.
"That purple totally clashes with everything! Besides, does she even like purple?" You open your mouth to say something, but Sakura doesn't even look at you, "See?! She doesn't like it." Sakura meanwhile is clutching a dark red dress to her chest. It's more conservative than Ino's selection, but still far too airy for your tastes.
You cough, and although the way both of their heads snap to you in an instant with an unmistakable hunger clear on their face sends a chill down your spine, and hold up the pair of navy blue cargo khapri's you'd selected while they were arguing. "I, uh, actually like these the best."
They both look at you like you've grown a second head.
Sensing more persuasive reasoning will be needed you go for the sure thing. "Look, it has pockets!" You hold up your hand in the depths of one of the innumerable pockets.
The sound of both their hands hitting their foreheads is weirdly in sync.
"Tenten those are, ah...they're..." Sakura pauses, seemingly trying to come up with the right word.
"They're hideous" is Ino's contribution, and Sakura can only nod.
"Well,
I like them." You sniff. "Next you're going to tell me you want me to wear something other than cheongsams."
They glance at one another, and you spot something unspoken pass between them, then they both nod resolutely and turn back to you with shark-esque grins on their face.
You take an instinctive step back.
"
Tenten we're-"
"
-staging an intervention-"
"
You clearly can't-"
"
-be trusted to take care of yourself."
Okay, so that is definitely creepy. You take another step back.
It isn't enough.
What follows is a whirlwind of fabric that quickly swallows you whole. You quickly lose control of the situation as all manner of clothes are piled in your arms. It's all you can do to make sure that you grab some clothes you actually like to slip into the growing pile in the chaos. It only comes to a close when you are unceremoniously shoved into a changing stall with a stack of clothes taller than you are.
"Make sure to try everything on!" A pair of voices shout from the other side of the door.
You stare at the towering pile, "All of them?!"
"Yes!"
Are they mad at you for something? You feel like they're mad at you for something, though thinking back you can't imagine what.
You gulp as you begin the arduous process of digging through the pile, looking for at least something you can salvage from this fiasco.
Too short...too tight...not tight enough...not enough pockets...who designed this? ...too short...but why mesh
though?
You're beginning to sense a pattern here and that pattern is "skirts" just...so many skirts. Which isn't
bad, it's just you can't remember the last time you wore a skirt. Still, you stare at the pile of clothes in front of you. You might as well try to make something of it before moving onto the smaller selection of clothes that are actually more your style. Hm. This halter top doesn't look
too bad, and if you wear shorts underneath like everyone else a skirt isn't the worst thing ever.
You carefully pick your selected articles off of the pile and put them on before turning to the mirror to check yourself. Then you immediately turn back around and take them off because somehow you managed to make
everything clash with
everything else simultaneously.
Tenten actually botched a roll here, because well...two dice is not a stellar dice pool
Then you look through the pile again and you realize that they are actually organized into outfits. On one hand, you're a little bit insulted they didn't trust you to pick out cohesive outfits on your own...but then you also crafted the abomination you were just wearing so perhaps they're right.
You hold the first one up against your chest, it's clearly one Ino picked out, and well...you don't
hate it. But it's definitely not something you'd normally wear. You will admit the pink dress is pretty cute, but it's short and distinctly lacking in pockets. You like pockets.
You narrow your eyes when you pick up the other prominent one, which you can only assume was from Sakura, this is...pretty nice actually. It's a grey dress that only comes up to your thighs, but it's also combined with
actual pants and
belts you can put things in. You could always swap out the pants for other ones with actual pockets too, they're practically the same thing anyway. See? Fashion isn't hard once you get the hang of it.
You're almost set to go with the one in your hands when your eyes set down on the small pile of clothes you had managed to pick out. Your earlier attempt may have been a disaster, but this is
your style. Maybe there's something to be said for sticking to what makes you you?
The white cheongsam you had picked out was similar enough to the pink and blue ones you usually wore, though the cut was different and the material was significantly nicer. Now, you can just pull the pants from earlier out and grab the belts from
here aaaaand....
Voila!
You glance over at the mirror and your eyes widen slightly, it...it looks incredible. Though part of it may be your biases, since these are the clothes you're most comfortable with, but you don't particularly care. You love it, even more than you liked Sakura's outfit. Hah, intervention your ass, you'll totally show them up with this. See how they handle your "Fashion disaster" this time around.
Images of manically grinning pre-teen girls flash through your mind.
...on second thought maybe you shouldn't provoke them.
What outfit to you walk out with?
[ ] Ino's Pink Dress: It's okay, you guess, and it would
really test your comfort zone. Plus, it'd probably get you closer to Ino if you picked her choice over Sakura's. You can even see yourself wearing it in public...once...at night when no one can see.
[ ] Sakura's Gray Dress: You really, really like this one, even if it's a step outside your usually wardrobe. But hey, maybe a promotion to Chunin is when you should take the chance to re-invent yourself.
[ ] Your own style: Your own outfit doesn't bring anything new to your wardrobe except for a manifold increase in style. But you love it to bits and want to wear it forever, and you already have a reputation as "that genin who wears qipaos" so you could probably build off that.
[ ] Do over everything! Try again!
Man, Sakura high-rolled like a motherfucker in crafting her design choice for Tenten. Unfortunately with the addition of Tenten's Integrity pool to sticking to her own style she got out motherfucker'd. (Seriously 5 and 6 successes on 5d10's is not normal).
Poor Ino only got 2 with a bigger dice pool.
Also next update you find out your elemental nature (thank @uju32 for this) and find out what Ino and Sakura have been up to while Tenten figured out how to into fashion for an hour and a half.