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Dress-up

by XBlueXMemoriesX

Overall Disclaimer: I do not own Subaru, Kamui, Hokuto, nor anything associated with the creators that are CLAMP. I also claim no ownership over any scripts that have been used by the characters, even if they have been altered in some way. However, plots and dialouge belong to me unless otherwise stated.

-- There will be a light sprinkling of S/K with other couples perhaps making an appearance as well. However, there will be no defined relationships that are not labled platonic. Therefore, other than some blushing and perhaps another character assuming too much (as Hokuto seems to do), there will be no other romantic or sexual affection. The rating is based off of swearing, religious beliefs, ect., and the author's own preference to mark everything she writes at least T. --

Being a vampire wasn't all bad. Sure, there was the need to drink blood, but it often came in the form of human puppets, imitations of actual people and full of blood, unable to feel pain and lifeless in almost every way. In this modern day and age, there was no need for the hunting down and consuming of actual human lives.

Kamui, for one, was happy about this. Though his naturally savage temper (some vampire qualities still ran deep in the blood of the pure-blooded families) made him hunger for the hunt, the wish to chase down and feed off the fear of his victim, he was glad because it meant his elder brother did not have to worry about harming others more than they wished to be harmed, if at all.

Subaru was a strange one, Kamui had to admit. But he loved his elder brother for those strange quirks. If he felt the need to bring home abandoned animals, help penniless humans, and care for their sickened grandmother, then who was Kamui to fight the other's need? Especially when Subaru cared for Kamui more so than the rest of the family did, with the exception of their mother.

Not that Kamui could say that his mother loved him more than Subaru did. Actually, Kamui often wondered if she truly saw him as her son or just as a playmate that had been implanted with her genes.

But, then again, that was how it was in their clan. They would pay more attention to a specific being, the successor to the clan head, rather than their own children, their spouses: it was just the need to protect their line.

Sure, if one did something to prove themselves in the eyes of the family, then they too would receive attention, but Kamui had trouble proving his worth. Thus, it was only Subaru who noticed him, the one 

who would become clan head. His mother didn't really notice him, just saw him. There was a difference, for Kamui.

Kamui found it rather amusing that the only true emotion he could get out of anyone aside from his mother and brother was jealousy and envy, coiling together in some sick mating ritual, blooming in the eyes of others as he passed. He found it amusing in a rather cynically, horrifyingly morbid way.

Not that Subaru cared. He loved his younger brother so very much, craziness and all.

But, he was fond of teasing his younger brother, though relented slightly if Kamui flashed him a hurt look.

Like now.

"Nii-san! Please tell okaa-san to stop! I am not a girl, and I don't need a dress. Right?"

Kamui was standing in their living room, currently sending beseeching glances at his twin, Subaru standing in the doorway with a slight smile on his face, eyes sparkling in amusement.

"Aa, Kamui, you know she means no harm. Please be good for your nii-san and try on the dress? Okaa-san was up all night working on it."

Kamui was readying himself to fire back a retort when cheerful, slightly maniacal laughter came from behind Subaru, causing him to move back a few steps, allowing the true face of horror to appear before Kamui, green eyes exactly like Subaru's shining with motivation.

"That's right! Kamui-chan, you know your mama just wants you to look so very cute! Subaru didn't complain when he was younger, so you shouldn't now."

Kamui stared at his mother, amethyst striking emerald as the two sized each other up. Hokuto, mother of the twins, stood decked out in a rather strange outfit, sporting a slightly disco theme from the bell-bottom spandex pants to the short jacket unzipped over a figure-hugging leotard, platform boots that flashed with implanted lights as she moved completing the rather outrageous fashion statement.

He gulped, trying not to show his fear, but being betrayed anyways by the way his body was now shaking. Oh god….

"It's either an outfit that matches mine, Kamui-chan, or the dress. And, if you choose my Disco-Danger Theme, you have to go boogieing with me! Or, if you choose the dress, you have to take a walk with Subaru around town. And Subaru can take pictures, right Subby-chan!?"

While Kamui was trying to make a decision that would likely impact whether not he saw the next day or not, Subaru was smiling sheepishly and nodding, "Hai, okaa-san." The nickname needed to die, the black-haired twin decided. It needed to rot in hell after being struck by a thousand Shinkens.

Kamui came to a decision, his brown-black hair being pushed away from his eyes as he tried to breathe, feeling ready to hyperventilate just from the idea of the embarrassment he was sure to suffer.

"I'll wear the damn dress, okaa-san."

"Since you used a bad word, you have to wear a wig too, Kamui-chan."

The younger twin wondered briefly if he could possibly convince someone to stake him as his older brother began to snicker quietly.

"Hai, okaa-san." Kamui bowed his head in defeat, not daring to fight back verbally lest she say he should wear make-up next.

Hokuto only giggled in response and, beckoning with one hand, led him out of the room and towards her own, stopping only to give Subaru a hug before continuing on.

Fourteen minutes later, Kamui came back, trying to get used to the high-heeled black boots that clacked every time he walked, the stockings that stopped just above his knees and squeezed his limbs, and the way the wig clung uncomfortably to his scalp, matching his original hair color rather well.

He had already decided the dress would never be something he might become comfortable with, not that he felt that way about the other items either. It was just…"Okaa-san, I look like a slut!"

"No, Kamui-chan, you look like a fashionable young lady who is ready to accompany her friend as they visit the hotspots of this town. Besides, you've never even seen a slut, have you?" Hokuto giggled behind manicured nails painted a deep, almost violet, blue that faded to moss-green at the tips.

"…" Kamui promptly shook his head in response, feeling curly locks bounce about his exposed collarbone as he did so.

"Now….let us say hello to Karen!" She steered him to stand before a large mirror, metal dragons twisting at the corners and holding the glass with gold claws, glaring at one another as they faced off, eastern and western colliding.

"I'll stay Kamui, thanks."

With a sigh, he opened his eyes to the truth, trying to stare determinedly at the girl that glared back at him, obviously sassy. God, he was a girl. Now, he had a full view of the dress, and the sight wasn't all together pleasant. He had been given quick glimpses at the boots, the wig, the stockings…but this…

The dress was pure black, the corset coming to a stop above where his bust would have begun, had he one. It dipped low in the back, exposing much of his shoulder blades in a broken oval before returning to cover his lower half as a high skirt. It clung to him, the top, while the skirt brushed loosely around him, ending right where the stockings met their own termination. It came down in three different layers though, the one closest to his skin creating the shape, the way it spread away from him, the other two adding onto that to where the top layer started close to his thighs (though not close enough to reveal his gender) and found its hem at least two feet away from his knees, the air brushing coolly through that space, providing comfort for when it became too hot. It reminded him of a tent, slightly.

Kamui didn't like that the actual material used to design the dress was in such a way made that if stretched, it would easily allow holes to form, exposing more of his pale skin.

"K-Kamui?" The choked sound came from behind the two, Hokuto beginning to leer evilly, smile twisting into a smirk as Kamui became flustered, a blush heating his cheeks now that his brother knew his undying shame. But, there was still hope. If Subaru had recognized him as a boy, there was still a chance for his embarrassment levels not to reach critical.

"Subaru, you recognized me!" Kamui turned around, wrenching away from his cackling mother to throw his arms around his twin in a breathless hug of gratitude. Well, it was gratitude until Subaru cleared his throat and said, "I could tell because only you glare like that." Damn.

Kamui carefully withdrew from his brother, trying not to show his disappointment. For the people of their town, since Kamui didn't often venture among them, he would more than likely be seen as female. And Subaru would be there for every minute of Kamui's torture.

"Oi, Kamui, don't worry; hai?" Subaru pressed forward, bumping his nose with his brother's and smiling delicately. For a moment, their breath mixed together, violet meeting green and holding one another in an intimate embrace that could only come between twins. Very carefully, Kamui smiled and nodded, nose once more brushing his brother's and chocolate tresses caressing his face.

"Hai, nii-san." Of course, Hokuto had to interrupt what would have been a touching scene by pressing a camera between the two, digital in its making and glinting silver, wickedly grinning at Kamui as he stepped back and scowled.

"Now, Subaru, take a picture of Kamui-chan at each major tourist attraction. Then, bring it back to me. Oh, and Kamui, if you get hungry or thirsty, the only thing you are allowed to snack on is ice cream. Understood? Subaru, make sure he does that!"

Both boys were nodding dumbly at their mother, one's eyes shining with dread while the other's filled with laughter.

"Now…away with both of you! This, Hokuto commands." She ushered them out the door and they followed the path that led from their house to the road listening to her laughter echo after them.

When they were out of sight, Hokuto chuckled to herself and rubbed her hands together, like some crackhead scientist about to claim its creature was alive. And like any crackhead scientist, she had no idea that while she had succeeded in her devious plans, there was a side effect.

She had counted on many men and women seeing her darling Kamui-chan and trying to make moves on him, or simply filing away the fact that the boy looked damn good in a dress. She didn't count on Subaru though.

Subaru ended up watching Kamui more closely than he should have, and when the younger twin ate ice cream he couldn't help but blush and stutter something about taking a walk before practically running off, leaving Kamui to fend off would-be suitors by himself.

When the boys came home, a sheepish Subaru leading a pissed off Kamui with his dress ragged at the tips from where he had tried to outrun his obsessed fans and gotten caught on various objects, Hokuto saw her older son's blushing face and the guilty twinkle in his eyes.

She really should have expected this, the mother decided later. Kamui looked exactly like their father, and Subaru bore an uncomfortable resemblance to his mother. Obviously, Subaru had the same taste that she did in men, which left the poor boy pining after his younger brother. Really, Hokuto thought to herself, it was best this way. If Subaru was focused on something he could never have, then he would forever be safe from falling in love with someone who would return his affections before breakings his heart.

Sure, she decided as she sipped a glass of blood mixed with wine, it might leave Subaru feeling rather lonely and frustrated, but he would not have to worry about being separated from Kamui (his status would assure that his family was given maximum security) and Kamui would likely bloom underneath Subaru's affections.

If Subaru had looked elsewhere, Hokuto couldn't help but smile, then Kamui would likely be much meeker. Perhaps, he might not even be alive.

Yes, this was the best thing, for now.

Kelley: With that, I bring you the newest series by Blue. :smiles: Blue herself will answer reviews as normal, here at the bottom, however, I will be typing up the disclaimers and such. I'm her "Family Muse" as she calls me, seeing as I was based off her younger sister. I believe I am qualified to man the editing of these documents, but I appreciate any help one is willing to give and will accept flames willingly.

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I don't know if Blue will though.

Ja, m'dears...