Chapter 1: The Party
Nagisa watched from the other side of the road as Karma threw punches at the three delinquents. He didn't agree to do this, honestly, he was just walking home with Karma when the three older guys showed up and started talking to him. He politely asked them to stop pestering him but they persisted. Soon Karma, being the way he is, felt the need to lead into the alley across the road to beat them up.
A few seconds later Karma was back at his side, with a smirk on his face. Nagisa glanced behind Karma at the other side of the street, only to find the three guys running away with bruised faces. He sighed, "You know, Karma, you could be expelled if the principal saw the things you do. And then you wouldn't be able to assassinate Korosensei with the rest of the class anymore."
Karma chuckled and slung his arm over Nagisa's shoulder before replying, "Ah, then I would just sneak up the mountain and kill the octopus while he's distracted." Nagisa sighed again before grabbing Karma's hand to remove his arm from the back of his neck. The two continued to walk down the street in silence until they came to Nagisa's house.
The aforementioned bluenette gave a slight wave and a small "goodbye" before disappearing into his house.
The redhead stood in front of the small house and looked down at the hand that his friend had just grabbed and found himself blushing for some reason. He tsked before shoving the hand into his pocket and continuing down the street.
Nagisa, now in his house, removed his coat and hung it on its hook next to the door. Seconds later his mother walked into the room. He looked up to find her staring at him disapprovingly.
"Nagisa-chan, get dressed; we have to go to a dinner party for the company." Nagisa was a bit confused as to why he had to come but he quickly realized his mother just wanted to show him off. He stopped himself from glaring at her back as she left the room.
He took off his shoes and put on his pair of blue slippers before walking down the hall to his room. Once in his room he slipped his uniform shirt over his slim form and removed the gray pants from his pale legs. Now, in his boxers he opened his closet and, pushing aside all of his male clothes, he dug through the back of his closet. Soon, he found a long purple gown that was covered with many ruffles and ribbons around the waist area. Many girls his age would have been jealous of the dress, but, honestly, he hated all of the dresses in his closet.
With a bored expression he slipped the silky dress over his petite form.
Nagisa stood beside his mother, a dark purple beret on his head, as they waited outside the large house. Sadly, he felt pretty comfortable in the dress, as he had been forced to crossdress on many occasions while he was with his mother. The door was opened seconds later by a man with dark brown hair and amber eyes. As the bluenette looked up at the man's face he thought he looked a bit familiar but pushed that feeling down as the man turned to his mother with a warm smile.
"Welcome Shiota-san. May I ask who the lovely lady next to you is?" He was now looking at Nagisa with the same warm smile.
"Oh, that little girl is my wonderful daughter, Nagisa." She returned the warm smile, genuinely happy. That was probably the only reason Nagisa didn't leave her; he still wanted her to smile and he knew that if he left her she wouldn't smile anymore.
The crossdressing bluenette bowed,his beret covering his head, and smiled at the man before extending his hand for a handshake. He was happy when the man extended his hand too, a lot of the people he met while dressed up always went in for hugs first.
After the handshake he gestured for them to enter. The house was rather lavish with two glass chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling and the cream walls decorated with many ancient looking portraits with ornate frames. The hall was filled with many finely dressed people conversing with each other. After his mother seemed done talking with the cheerful man she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the crowd of minglers.
He felt that his mother had the need to introduce him to every single person at the at the party. He was walking beside her when his skimming eyes stopped on a bright red in the crowd. He squinted. It turned out the red was actually someone's hair. A boy's hair. The world seemed to go into slow motion as the boy turned to him, his amber eyes landing right on him. Their eyes met and the other boy's face turned a bright crimson, almost matching Nagisa's blush.
He froze. He didn't even react when his mother tried to pull him farther into the crowd. But, he did react when the redhead started to approach him from the other side of the hall. He bolted. He bolted and found that he was a pretty good runner. He bolted and found that when you run fast you don't hear your mom shouting at you to come back. He bolted and found that when you bolt it hurts a LOT when you crash into a brown haired, amber eyed man in a fine looking suit.
"And so as I was saying-AHHH!" The man's conversation was cut short as he was slammed onto the floor by a pale blue haired shortie.
The scene would be pretty funny to an outsider. A little girl straddling a grown man's waist. The aforementioned grown man staring blankly at the ceiling as he wondered how he ended up on the floor and the girl who also seemed a bit out of it as she also stared blankly into space. To top it off, a hysterical lady running up to the man and her daughter.
Nagisa slowly stood up from his place on the man's stomach. A sheepish grin on his flushed red face as he apologized to the older man, who, might I add, was just starting to get off of the floor. Nagisa looked down at the man once more and apologized again, "I am very very very sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going and ended up bumping into you."
He reached out his hand to the man, in an attempt to help him up, but, ultimately failed when he felt a sharp pain in his ankle that caused him to let go of the man, who, thankfully, hadn't actually been relying on the girl's strength to stand and managed not to fall.
Now standing, he dusted his suit off and turned to the young girl, "Don't worry about that, but, may I ask if your hurt? Your right ankle doesn't look so good." He said, pointing down at Nagisa's ankle. Nagisa looked down and was shocked to see that his ankle was turning a faint purple.
"It looks like you should get that wrapped. Son, could you get her ankle wrapped? Use the first aid kit in the kitchen." At that moment the redhead Nagisa was trying to get away from stepped out of the crowd with a smirk on his face. He looked at Nagisa's ankle and turned to Mr. Akabane, "Yes, dad, I'll make sure her ankle gets wrapped."
He gestured for Nagisa to follow him and left behind the hysterical woman and his dad. Soon, they were out of the hall and the loud talking faded to a low hum as the two walked down a long hallway. The silence was suffocating and Nagisa looked everywhere but at the face of the boy that was now staring at him.
"So~, you're a girl?" Karma looked over at him with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Nagisa blushed, "No! I'm not a girl! Remember? I was shirtless when we were at Korosensei's homemade pool."
Karma stared a him a bit before speaking, "Yeah, I know you're a boy. So, why are you crossdressing?"
Nagisa looked at Karma a bit longer before leaning his head back and looking up at the ceiling and speaking, "I don't do it because I want to. I do it because..." He stopped, realizing he was about to reveal the one secret he had worked most of his life keeping.
Karma noticed the change in demeanor in his friend but decided that this bit of information was very important at the moment, "Well? Why are you crossdressing? Surely there's a reason for everything."
Nagisa was about to speak when he saw that they were in front of the kitchen, "The first aid kit is in here, right?" He was happy that he now had a chance to change the subject.
Karma nodded to a white chair at the wooden table, "Yeah, just sit over there while I get the kit." Nagisa gladly took the seat, just now noticing that the pain had grown to a constant throbbing.
Karma approached him with a white box in his hand. He got on one knee so that he could see the ankle more clearly before looking up at Nagisa, "You never answered my question. Why are you crossdressing?" He looked back down at Nagisa's ankle, fortunately, else he would have seen the look of shock and distaste on Nagisa's face.
At this point Nagisa knew that there was no getting out of answering this question so he decided he would just answer truthfully and this conversation would end, "My mom. It's my mom that makes me do it. She wanted a daughter and I guess she can't fully grasp the truth. I wouldn't do this voluntarily." Now that he said this out loud he realized how sick it sounded. It seems that Karma thought the same.
"That's sick." Karma was still looking down Nagisa's ankle but it didn't go unnoticed by Nagisa when he gripped the the bandage tightly before continuing to wrap his ankle. Nagisa averted his gaze when Karma looked up at him.
"Nagisa, that isn't right and you know it." He knew this already, of course. He knew that it wasn't right for your parent to force you to be something that weren't. But, he knew if he said something about it only worse would come from that. No, he couldn't tell anyone else about this. He sat still, trying to ignore Karma's burning gaze.
"Nagisa, look at me." His voice stern but kind as he spoke. Nagisa willed himself to continue to face away from his friend but found there was no point, seeing as he had just told the boy one of his biggest secrets.
He turned and was surprised when he felt a tear roll down his cheek. Nagisa stared at Karma, knowing he probably looked pitiful and spoke quietly, "I know it's sick. I know that already. But, tell me, Karma, what could I do to change this without hurting my mother."
Karma only stared at him. The next thing he did really surprised Nagisa. His best friend stood up and hugged him. Nagisa sat in his seat, suddenly feeling really sad all of a sudden. He was surprised when he felt more tears forming, getting a choking sensation, as soon there were giant bulbs rolling down his cheek, making it impossible to see through the tears.
Karma hugged him tighter. He didn't expect this. This whole time Karma hadn't made fun of him at all. He could smell Karma's shampoo, they were so close. It was a minty aroma and Nagisa blushed when he realized he was sniffing someone's hair.
The tears had stopped flowing now and Nagisa now rested his head on Karma's shoulder. It was kind of weird, what happened, that is. Nagisa rarely cried over his obvious problems, and when he did he was usually alone in his closet, where he was sure his mom couldn't hear him. He felt strangely tired as he relaxed into Karma's arms. This tiredness was short-lived as his ears immediately perked at the snap of a camera across the kitchen. It seemed that Karma also heard it, seeing as he quickly separated from Nagisa and turned toward the sound. The source of that sound turned out to be 's camera.
He was standing in the corner with the loud camera when Nagisa turned to look at him, missing the flush that took over Karma's face.
"What're you doing here!?" Karma seemed visibly upset about his father showing up. Nagisa just continued to stare at Karma's dad.
The grown man just chuckled, "I was just taking a photo. It seems you've grown a lot since the last time i was home." His eyes moved to Nagisa and he gave the boy a warm smile.
"It turns out you're a very lucky girl. Please take care of my son." Nagisa continued to stare, confused. This man was Karma's father yet the only trait they seemed to share was their eye color. Honestly, they were like night and day. It was really weird. And what was he talking about? How was Nagisa in any way a very lucky girl?
Nagisa seemed to catch on as he appeared extremely flustered and waved his arms frantically in front of his face, "N-no! We're not like that! I'm just one of his friends from school!" The man only stared at Nagisa, a look of confusion adorning his face.
He then smiled, turned towards the doorway, and started walking towards the kitchen exit. But, as he crossed through the threshold he turned to Nagisa with a grin, "Liar."
Nagisa only sighed before turning to Karma, "He kinda reminds me of Korosensei, you know what I mean? Is that guy really your father?"
Karma glanced over at Nagisa and smiled, "Yeah, I know what you mean and, yes, the idiot that just left the room was really my father." He stood up and walked over to Nagisa and extended his hand to the smaller boy.
Nagisa stared at it densely before realizing he was supposed to grab the hand. Gratefully, he took the offer and when he was standing he made sure to lean on his left side as to not hurt his ankle. He stumbled a bit as he took a step forward.
"Let's go back to the party before your mom starts looking for you." He gestured to the door with his other arm and at that point Nagisa realized that he was still holding Karma's hand and blushed a little as he released his grip on Karma's hand. He then followed Karma as the taller boy left the room.
They walked down the hallway in silence, awkwardness starting to settle in. Karma started whistling, which startled Nagisa. It was a tune that was vaguely familiar to Nagisa but he wondered where he had heard it as he walked down the hallway.
Soon they entered the room and had an awkward and short goodbye as Nagisa walked back to his mother. He then realized what the tune was as it was playing softly in the background of the party.
"Where were you? It shouldn't take too long to wrap an ankle." Was the first thing his mom said when she saw him. Nagisa hadn't realized he had been with Karma so long. He decided to stare at his mother blankly.
She stared back at him before deciding that she didn't really care where her son had been in the last fifteen minutes. Nagisa stopped himself from groaning when her mother pulled him through the crowd to introduce him to more people.
But, he found himself smiling a bit when he thought of the events that had transpired that evening.
A/N: Please review/comment. Oh yeah, and please make sure to tell me whether I should continue this or if I should throw it into the fireplace and pretend I never wrote it.
Love,
Palpex
