|harukami (harukami) wrote,|
@ 2007-05-12 16:10:00
|Entry tags:||tactics, yaoi_challenge|
[fic] tactics, "Lesbian Sex"
Title: Lesbian Sex
tactics - Haruka/Kantarou
Genuine Replica harukami
Warnings: c-crack? I kind of got fixated on the 'it's raikou's fault' part of the idea and then this happened.
Summary: Raikou has a plan. An evil, evil, self-gratifying plan!
Prompt: [leftover] Haruka/Kantarou. If you can do it, tactics genderfuck would be *awesome*. AU genderswitch or general-canon, either/or. Bonus if Raikou is involved (or if it's all his fault)! :3
-- and suddenly the world was out of sorts. Kantarou stumbled, abruptly feeling entirely imbalanced, as though gravity had shifted. "What--" and then Kantarou's mouth was snapping shut as the words came out high and a little scratchy.
"Ah," Haruka said. She looked down; her form was still tall and lean, and now generously curved, unlike Kantarou's small-breasted, narrow-hipped form that looked less like a woman and more like a young teenage girl.
Not that they should look like women, of course.
"HARUKA!" Kantarou shrieked. Her hands flew to her throat and she squeaked after another moment. "YOU HAVE. YOU LOOK."
"Yeah," Haruka agreed, and span her shakujou, pointing it towards Raikou.
Raikou, however, had wiped that smug look off almost as soon as it had time to settle in. "Oh dear," she said. Her voice was low and husky and decidedly softer. "I shall have to have words with Ibaragi about this."
"Didn't mean to get you too, huh?" Kantarou demanded. She did a good imitation of smugness despite the wobbly, freaked-out edge to her voice.
"No," Raikou said. "And so I bid you leave for now, to deal with my own problems." She sketched a mocking bow, straining her uniform top terribly. And then, in a swirl of wind and leaves, she was gone.
"And that's what happened," Kantarou concluded. "Youko-chan, this is terrible!"
"It is," Youko agreed. "Ahhh, if Kan-chan's a woman, he's going to whine and whine and whine forever, and nothing'll get done around here."
"Youko-chaaaaan!" Kantarou whined.
Depressed, Youko's head sank further forward, her nose pressed to the floor. "And Haruka can't use his gigolo powers to get us food any more, not like this."
"Mm," Haruka said. "I don't mind, but it's troublesome."
"You don't mind?!" Kantarou demanded. "How come you don't mind?"
"..." Haruka said, pointedly.
Kantarou slammed her hands down on the table. "Haruka!"
Perhaps it was the pressure, the strain of suddenly changing and being different. Perhaps it was her own natural petty urges. Maybe, just maybe, she needed to know for other reasons -- she'd always admired Haruka's strength, after all, and she herself must have been a little scared and alarmed.
"I order you to tell me how come you don't mind."
Watching the expressions flicker over Haruka's face was almost painful; she wasn't normally a very expressive man, and even the tiny minute changes spoke volumes. The words were dragged out, finally, reluctant: "You like women."
Silence fell, hard.
Finally Kantarou managed, weakly, "Well, I like men too."
"I'm going to leave now," Youko announced, and did, just as Haruka's eyes widened, then narrowed, then widened again.
"Um yes. I just. You know," Kantarou croaked. She tilted her head up as Haruka came around the table and looked down at her, expression serious. "I didn't ever -- ahhh, that's asking too much, even of Haruka, right? So--"
"Idiot master," Haruka said.
They didn't say anything for a long while more.
And then, finally, as Kantarou touched Haruka's breasts, she said, "Uwahhh, I did always wonder what it was like for girls--"
"And that's how it would happen," Raikou concluded.
Ibaragi Douji quirked one delicate eyebrow. "Let me see if I understand this, boy. You want me to turn Ichinomiya and the Oni-Eater into women so they can have lesbian sex?"
"No," Raikou said, frowning. "I want you to turn them into women so they'll be physically weaker and imbalanced and it will improve my chances of winning. But considering how many times they've escaped my grasp so far, something like it accidentally affecting me as well, or an innocent passerby getting involved, or some other such thing will occur. And so the lesbian sex is almost a given."
"And what," Ibaragi asked, "do you get out of the lesbian sex?"
Raikou smiled. "Well. I'll be the one in the tree, watching."
"Uho," Ibaragi said.