Author's Notes: Anime-verse. Inspired by a programm on TV about a female-to-male transsexual in the UK. I thought it was a natural angle to show of Fighter's guise. Implied sexual arousal and vague hints to masturbation. Seiya/Usagi, Fighter/Usagi and some hints to Mamoru/Usagi.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Takeuchi owns all.
Fighter had never felt foreign in Seiya's body. She'd never felt out of place. She'd never felt trapped.
Sure, the first time she'd woken up with an erection, she'd fully realized that this body was different from the one she usually wore, but as soon as she figured out how to deal with hard-ons and the likes, Seiya became a natural part of her being. Before long, the place Seiya ended and Fighter began faded into nothingness; the once distinct borders between their two existences became blurred. One day they just weren't there anymore.
Seiya and Fighter. Fighter and Seiya. They were symbiotic. Two in one. Or just one.
Even to herself, it was hard to explain. Being a Senshi, she was fully female, but even though Seiya had all the physical characteristics of a man, it was still Fighter's smile lighting up his face and it was still Fighter's spirit adding life to his voice.
When Tsukino Usagi came into the picture, any disparity that might have been left was of the past.
Because Usagi touched them both, affected them both, blew them both away. Seiya and Fighter. At the same time. As one person. It might be Seiya who physically reached out; Seiya's words that teased and flirted, Seiya's lips that kissed her cheek, but it was Fighter's heart that broke in his chest when Usagi fell to her knees and sobbed: "I want to see you… I want to see you, Mamo-chan!"
No, Fighter had never felt foreign in Seiya's body, but at that moment she became aware that she had secretly hoped (thought) that maybe Seiya, in this form, could have what Fighter never would.
Her. Odango.