The Birth of Cutie Pie

The moonlight streamed into my room as I paced back and forth, hands folded in front of me. My mind raced with possibilities, each thought colliding with the next. How would I enter the tournament? Participation was set to begin at the end of the week, but there was no way I could compete as..Austin. My name and reputation were already too well-known, and entering as Shadow is beyond the question. 

"I need a disguise," I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair. "But not just any disguise… something convincing. Something… perfect." 

Behind me, the soft rustling of pages reached my ears. I turned to find Beta sprawled out on the couch, her legs crossed as she read a manga. Her tight denim shorts clung to her thighs, and her tank top barely covered her chest. She seemed completely engrossed, her bright eyes darting across the pages as a wide grin spread across her face.