A/N: I am addicted to Tachibana's submissive side, plus Haruki is kinda hot. Both of those things combined equals this, I'm planning for this to get a little bit hot, can't wait.
As soon as her foot hit the inside carpet of Haruki Hosokawa, the ex member of Toy Gun Gun's, apartment, Tachibana knew, she had seriously screwed up. The aura this guy was exuding was toxic, no wonder whenever he fought in survival games he always wore a gas mask.
Trying to convince him that telling Yukimura and Matsuoka that he was still playing survival games was proving impossible, so she had decided to go off on her own to tell them without his permission, big mistake.
This led to the two of them in a heap on the floor with Haruki's delicate hands palming her barely there chest. Even if she was almost entirely flat, the sensation of being touched there by a guy still existed. But Haruki simply saw it as nothing more than accidentally knocking over a guy and touching him unnecessarily.
He looked down at her face with a slightly uncomfortable expression but in no hurry to move until she promised that she wasn't going to spill his secret to the two other members of Toy Gun Gun.
Unable to hold back her embarrassment, Tachibana swung her arms out with all her might until Haruki vaulted his body backwards to a safe location away from her swinging limbs.
"What was that sudden filthy act for? Don't get a nosebleed either, that's so disgusting."
Tachibana was in shock at how lewd this guy was, she had heard nothing but nice things about him and now this had happened. It was not a great start to what she hoped could have been a nice friendship between the two of them.
Haruki's face scrunched up in pain as he held his hand over his nose as it drooled blood through his fingers. "I didn't get this because I'm attracted to you, it's because you punched me. You really didn't need to do that, fuck."
Tachibana pulled out a tissue from her pocket as a peace offering which he begrudgingly took and began to plug his nostrils.
"Yeah, well I only hit you because you grabbed my chest, do you want me to punch you again?" A puzzled expression overtook his face, as if confused as to way a guy would be bothered about someone grabbing at his chest.
"Your chest? You sound like a gir-" Something clicked into place and he began to properly look at the person in front of him. Tachibana's face heated with embarrassment under his gaze. Why was he staring at her with that look in his eyes?
"Like a girl." He mumbled to himself, now he had all the pieces of the puzzle. It was just a matter of placing them all together. "But Toy Gun Gun's rules state that girls can't join…"
"Please don't tell them!" Placing her hand over her mouth, she knew she's really messed up now. She could have probably played it off since Haruki wasn't at the conclusion that she was a full fledged girl but he almost definitely was now, thanks to her big mouth.
Haruki stared at her as he spoke his trail of thought. "Huh, so you're a girl and they don't know that you're a girl?" Tachibana's face was that of pure horror as he now fully understood the situation and it definitely didn't paint her in a good light.
"Since they don't accept girls, you pretended to be a guy so you could join the team, even though you knew the rules?"
Accepting that this was her fate, she nodded her head, feeling utterly ashamed in herself.
"You're despicable." Haruki's eyes were full of disgust as he looked down at her. She didn't want him to look at her like that so of course, she tried to defend herself but that only seemed to make everything worse. She was digging herself into a hole that she probably wouldn't be able to get out of.
"I- I did try to tell them once but they didn't believe me. It's not like I was pretending to be a boy, this is how I've always looked."
As he glared at her, a smug smile began to appear on his lips. "Go ahead, tell them I'm still playing survival games." A feeling of dread began to settle in her stomach as he spoke. His voice was sounding far too happy for the situation they were in.
"You have no proof I'm still playing but even if you did, it won't hurt me if you do tell them. I have nothing to do with them anymore." Taking a step forward, he caressed the side of her face with a single finger.
"You're different though. If they find out that you're a girl, you won't be able to play your beloved survival games with them anymore."
This was just her luck. The worst possible person found out her secret first. Gritting her teeth, she knew she had to think of something but what? This was a situation she could not have foreseen and analyzed a strategy for.
"Hey." His finger had now moved from her cheek to underneath her chin and was moving her face upwards so their eyes met. Hers were full of unshed tears at the prospect of losing those she held dear to her. His were sparkling with enjoyment at this little game he was playing.
"Be my dog."
Blinking away her tears, she thought maybe she had misheard him. It wasn't possible for a person to be a dog. "D-dog?" Her eyes followed his tongue as it moistened his lips. Without realizing it, she was eagerly anticipating his next words.
"Yeah, you don't want Yukimura or Matsuoka to find out about your little secret do you?"
His booted foot lifted up and kicked out so she was pinned against the door, with no escape. Her only choice was to face forward and politely decline his offer. She could face them couldn't she? She'd already told them once. But their words echoed in her mind.
"We got rid of the rule saying women can't join the team but the TGC is different. We've decided to compete as a team of just guys."
The thought of not being able to compete with Matsuoka and Yukimura at TGC hurt her chest. She wanted to beat Midori. She wanted to become stronger with Toy Gun Gun. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Scrunching her eyes up, she tried to block out the feeling of Haruki's eyes on her. It was prickling her skin.
"Listen up. Your master's orders are absolute." Her eyes flew open at the vice like grip he now had on her chin. She had no choice but to stare into his glowing eyes. "The tables have turned, hypocrite."
Since that day, she had taken on the role of dog and had been frequenting to Haruki's apartment all the while hiding it from Yukimura and Matsuoka. For obvious reasons, she could not tell them about Haruki or what they had been doing.
Despite his aggressive actions, he had not laid a hand on her since their first meeting, no matter how much she had been craving it. He had literally treated her like a dog.
"Do this poochie." He had handed her the barrel of his gun and some BB pellets. Was he going to some kind of tournament today?
She hadn't participated in a survival game for some time, the other members of Toy Gun Gun had been busy with their real lives and she was not confident enough to participate alone. She simply wasn't a good enough shot to be a solo player, she worked much better in a pair or group.
She played around with the idea of asking Haruki if she could come with him but shut herself down each time. There was no way he would let her. She was his dog after all and quoting his own words, dogs were not allowed to have fun.
He disappeared into one of the back rooms of his apartment for some time and she had finished preparing his gun. Tachibana thought it was an honor to be allowed to service his gun, she knew how much people treasured their weapons, like she did hers. It would have to be a very special person for her to allow them to touch Goemon.
She'd gotten into the habit of not mentioning her beloved gun's name, they only ever seemed to laugh at her for it. The only person who had ever complimented her on it was Midori and she was never sure when he was just teasing her.
Deciding to go check on Haruki, Tachibana slowly made her way to the room he had disappeared inside and pushed the slightly ajar door open. Inside was a half dressed Haruki. Her face flamed at the sight of so much skin.
"Can I help you dog? Shouldn't you be getting ready for our match?" Her mind reeled at his words.
'Our match? Does that mean we'll be competing together?'
Pointing at a package at the end of his bed, he smiled sinisterly and cleared his throat.
"I went out of my way to provide a outfit that would match mine for this game. You can thank me later. Just go get your gun and get changed."
Nodding her head quickly, she couldn't pull her eyes away from his muscular abdomen. His whole torso was almost completely hairless, except for a soft sprinkling of dark hairs disappearing beneath the hem of his trousers. She wished she could follow them and see what was hiding underneath.
"Why has my dog got a perverted look on her face?" Haruki seemed far too amused by Tachibana's reaction to his body and chuckled as she hightailed it out of his apartment with her outfit secured tightly in her arms.
"I hope she likes what I've chose for her, it should really show off her features."
'This is so humiliating.'
The only thing in the bag that was supposed to contain her outfit was a gas mask and a frilly dress. So after about ten minutes of debating, she grabbed her gun and ran back to Haruki's apartment to get changed into it.
She'd do anything if it meant not being kicked of Toy Gun Gun. Even if it meant throwing away her dignity to a wolf. The wolf being Haruki who was staring at her with eyes full of evil intent.
It was so embarrassing, she was pulling down the front of the dress but then that would yank up the back of it, there was no winning for her. Once he had seen her in the outfit, he had desperately tried to hide the blush that was creeping up his neck.
"You look pathetic, put these on underneath." So he had given her a pair of his plain black boxer briefs to wear as well, just in case anything was revealed.
"No matter what, keep your mask on." She could sense the smile that was hidden underneath his disguise. "You never know, there might be some familiar faces around here."
As if summoned, Midori and team Hoshishiro walked past the two. Ichi and Fujimoto walked past without a second glance at the two of them but Midori had other plans. His eyes glued to Tachibana's exposed legs.
Haruki had even included suspenders for her to wear, she'd never been so exposed in her life, what would her mother say if she could see her now.
"How you doing Haruki, got a new partner?" Midori saw straight through his disguise and got straight to the point.
"Don't let this one meet Haruka, she might be scared away by his insane brother complex that he has towards you. Nice gun girlie, I know someone who uses the exact same one."
With one last glance over his shoulder at the hidden Tachibana, he disappeared into the crowds.
"That dick. We need to be more careful." Haruki mumbled as he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the booking in table.
'I wonder how Midori knew it was Haruki.'
Maybe the gas mask? Or his gun? It wasn't a particularly popular choice as it was quite expensive and difficult to shoot with. It was possible that he could identify him with just that bit of information.
"Do you know Midori well?" Either Haruki didn't hear her or he chose to ignore her.
"Stay away from him while we're here. He'll definitely recognize you if you speak to him."
Midori was the only other person that knew Tachibana was actually a girl, so if he knew enough of her traits he could possibly figure out it was her hidden underneath. Even if the outfit she was wearing was not in her taste.
As they got their team colors given to them, Haruki handed her his bandana and held out his arm. "Be a good girl and tie it for me."
Without a word of protest, she took the piece of material from his waiting hands and secured it around his bicep. She had seen that Midori and his colleagues were also on the red team, at least he wouldn't be watching her fighting style, he'd be too busy watching the enemy.
A tickling on her upper thigh pulled her from her thoughts and she squeaked in alarm as Haruki secured her own bandana around her upper thigh.
"You have very nice legs, it's such a shame for you to hide them all the time." His lips pressed a quick kiss against the bare skin above her suspenders and as quickly as he had appeared there, he disappeared from her sight, leaving her alone in this ridiculous outfit.
'It's hard to see in this thing.'
The match was going without a hitch, Tachibana hadn't encountered any enemies but where was the fun in that? If she couldn't see properly, she couldn't play. She'd be an even worse shot than she was before.
"Are you lost little puppy? Did your master leave you all alone?" Thinking that an enemy member had spotted her, she rolled onto her side and tried to aim as best she could but getting herself down and dirty really wasn't necessary. Midori was stood next to a tree with a smug smile on his face as he looked at her spread leg position.
"Only me, no need to get so frightened."
'Should I speak? Haruki told me not to. He could recognize me if I do and that would be beyond embarrassing.'
"Back away from the girl Midori." A voice she recognized had entered the fray.
'Please don't say they're here too.'
Matsuoka and Yukimura were stood, side by side, with their guns aimed at the two of them. But more at Midori. They had blue bandanas where they would usually have their Toy Gun Gun ones, so that would be why she hadn't seen them, they were on the opposite side of the camp with the enemy players.
"We're teammates, are we not allowed to speak to one and other? Boys, you're just being unfair."
Matsuoka looked at her dress and blushed. "You should dress a little bit more appropriately next time sweetheart."
Two shots were fired and the two members of Toy Gun Gun lifted up their hands in surrender. "Hit." They said in unison. As Yukimura passed, his hand pinged the elastic of her suspender and he giggled. "Nice."
'He is a pervert through and through.'
The temptation to hit him was burning inside of her like a raging inferno but she could not blow her cover, she simply stood there, stoic as a statue until they had disappeared and she was left alone with Midori again.
"I think your owner's back, he doesn't sound too happy."
Like clockwork, Haruki came storming out of the direction the shots fired had came from and yanked her along behind him. Midori simply watched with a bemused expression on his handsome face.
"You should always follow your master, do I have to get a collar and lead for you?" She remained silent which seemed to anger him even further. He didn't speak to her for the remainder of the match, but he ensured she by his side the entire time.
She couldn't storm off into the fray like she loved to, it was maddening. But it was all for the sake of staying with Toy Gun Gun. It would be worth it.
Making their way back to the apartment complex, Haruki made sure that they arrived before Yukimura and Matsuoka did. It was such a small apartment block that you really couldn't miss each other.
Once they were safely inside Haruki's safe haven, he ripped off their gas masks and much to Tachibana's surprise, sealed their lips together. It was possessive and full of his pent up emotion, she couldn't help but get caught up in it.
"You drive me crazy." Moving down to her neck, he began to gently nip at her skin. As soon as it began to sting from the wounds inflicted from his sharp teeth, he would sooth it with a sweet kiss.
"Don't wag your tail at whoever shows you interest, you're mine."
Why was she feeling like that wasn't such a bad thing anymore?