Boot to the Head

The day started out as it often usually did, Crowe in his quarters, trying on a new women's fetish outfit to surprise torture his reversed emo comrade.

"What do you think Bacchus?" Crowe asked as he adjusted the bunny ear band on his head.

"It's… strange that you would pick such an unusual outfit, Mr. Crowe."

Indeed, as a male wasn't designed for tight bodysuits, having certain parts of themselves that were extremely hard to hide.

"I'm fond of the tail myself." Crowe said as he admired his form in the mirror, fluffing the small cotton tail on the backside of the red bodysuit that looked very similar to a one piece bathing suit. In addition to this he was also wearing fishnet stockings, and yes, he had also decided to shave his legs for the occasion. Though he doubted anyone would truly notice such a small detail.

"The high heels are a bit much, don't you think Mr. Crowe?" Bacchus said and considered the figure which would now tower over Arumat, though not by much.

"I was thinking the same thing, but maybe Arumat is the type that likes to be crushed with heels." Crowe said and shrugged, looking down to admire the red high heeled shoes that he had somehow mysteriously received the previous day. Ah, the wonders of ENII's shopping network.

"I foresee that you will have a reasonably difficult time walking while wearing those. There is also the greater increased difficulty of running as well." Bacchus warned as he watched Crowe attempt to walk around looking very much like an extremely drunken man, wobbling and tumbling about with each step.

"Could take them off and throw them like a weapon. Heel Boomerang!" Crowe cried as he bent down, took one off and threw it acrossed the room. It hit the wall with a loud clank. "I think I'll still wear them, as my deathly friend will most likely be hiding someplace, maybe with a good position to step on him and see if he enjoys it."

"I am starting to question your sanity, Mr. Crowe." Bacchus replied having just been subjected to trauma of his own as Crowe happened to bend down in front of him, giving the robotic man a shot of his ass he'd rather not have seen.

"Me to, let me know if you find it. I think I've lost it somewhere on this ship." Crowe replied and then walked unsteadily out of the room to find the newest hiding place that death had chosen for the day.

The grey-haired man was not in the air duct, nor in his quarters. Checking downstairs he opened the emergency panel (illogical as it was, being way too small to even fit himself in there) then under the table, and behind the bar. "Come out, come out, where ever you are~" Crowe sang out, almost as if he had a case of cabin fever himself.

He looked up to see if maybe there was an air duct in the rec. room ceiling, no dice, then checked in the control room where all the crew men where hiding out, none of them wanting to look at him for fear of further mental trauma. The crew usually tended to hide here, daring not to go anywhere else as they, to, started to doubt the man's sanity as of late. Though sane as he may seem giving orders, they would rather lock themselves here then risk the seeing Crowe cross-dressing so openly.

Crowe proceeded to check the food storage room and some of the open, empty boxes but again nothing was there. Having gained a good amount of balance from all the walking around had been doing, he steadily sauntered into the supply storage area, hoping his object of self-anguish would be hidden in there as he had not caught him in that area yet, but sadly it was empty.

The captain was running out of places to look, and surely the Eldarian had to be hidden someplace and he didn't think the man would hide in the same place twice. He had heard the story of how Arumat decided to hide within Bacchus but whenever he began to question it Arumat changed subjects or acted as if he hadn't heard him, giving him an extremely nasty glare that meant it was something he should never, ever ask.

So, just where was his hunny bunny hiding today? Crowe would find out even if it killed… his feet. There was no place in this ship that he didn't know about.

"Oh hunny bunny~" Crowe's singsong voice echoed throughout the ship and of course got no response, but he hadn't expected any.

Crowe checked with Welch who commented that he should become either a cocktail waiter or a strip dancer and replied that she had not seen the warrior since the day he had threatened her 3D life.

There was only one place left, and it was so unlikely that it had never occurred to him to check there, but now that he was out of places to check it had to be it.

Walking into the women's bathroom the Captain of the Aquila spied someone showering. Which normally wouldn't be strange, aside from making Crowe seem even more of a pervert, but what was strange was the fact there was not a single female on his ship.

The shower cut off and Crowe quickly tip toed over to the side of the room, pressing his body the best he could up against the side of the wall, which was hard since he was wearing a large cotton tail on his backside and shaking unsteadily in heels.

Apparently this figure either hadn't noticed him, or didn't seem to care much and Crowe decided to take the opportunity to spy on whoever it was, peering though the misty fog the hot water created and had escaped when the shower door finally opened.

The figure that stepped out was tall, and had pale skin marred with scars of many battles. Well-developed muscles graced the man's chest and long grey hair flowed down his back as a soft white towel wrapped tightly around him obscuring everything from the waist down. Crowe almost frowned in disappointment.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Arumat replied in his usual deep voice that was empty of emotion. Though the Eldarian's body language suggested he was nervous.

This unexpected question led Crowe to believe that the man had noticed his presence the moment he had entered the room. "Like what?" Crowe asked innocently, taken aback that he hadn't heard any kind of death threat or angry roaring from the other.

"Like you want to rip my towel off and ravish me." Arumat said so calmly it seemed out of place.

"I have nothing to do say in my defense." Crow replied in all honestly as he shrugged his shoulders in defeat.

Normally the red-haired man would have said something more… flirtatious, but the situation was a bit uncomfortable for such joking. He stepped away from the wall in his bunny suit, which now seemed out of place and was started to make him nervous. He had begun to wonder if maybe he were vaguely masochistic, even though he was doing all this just to give the Eldarian a reprieve from all the stressful, emotional events that had happened not to far in the past.

"That's disappointing." Arumat replied secretly wanting to freak out, but there was nothing to get angry about. Not really, not when he was in such a disconsolate mood. "No matter how much I want to hurt you, it won't change anything."

"So, barging in on you in the women's shower room in high heels and a one piece swimsuit with a bunny hand band is no big deal?" Crowe asked quelling his nerves enough to sound normal.

"Not as big of a deal as you wanting to ravish me." Arumat replied in all seriousness hoping Crowe wouldn't notice how sexy his abdomen got when he was nervous.

Crowe admitted to himself that he had wanted to, quite literally, turn tail and run. The nervous vibes in the room started to make him sweat apprehensively, even more so under that heated glare of golden eyes, with an emotion that was nether anger or displeasure.

"Shall I murder you now, or later for this?" Arumat finally asked. Anxiety and fear in his golden eyes that seemed odd against the battle hardened expression he trained himself to wear.

Crowe was pretty much used to the man's continuous threats of physical harm and his personal death, but seeing as how the Eldarian never actually carried through on his threats, began to wonder it were just an instinct to threaten people and usually it would work as Arumat had scared pretty much everyone on board, even before he started to play dress up.

"What, exactly, are you doing in the women's bathroom, is what id like to know before you decide to fillet me." Crowe asked, able to stand eye level with the man for once. Standing in heels certainly had held at least one advantage.

"Why do you think? You wouldn't have thought to look for me here, or so I had assumed." Arumat replied frowning, hand on hip. His hands were itching for his scythe but unfortunately, or fortunately in Crowe's case, he didn't think he would need it, and it sat where he had left it, against the wall close to his bed.

"You know, an impure body with a pure mind is useless to everyone." Crowe countered, knowing that maybe he shouldn't be joking around with a nervous, half naked alien in such a small space.

"What are you trying to say?" Arumat replied glaring at the man, seemingly trapped in the room as Crowe had been moving slowly toward the doorway the whole time. The silver haired man thought it was to block him in, but Crowe really had intended to escape at one point.

"That you should let me take your virginity." Crowe said grinning. He really shouldn't have said that, and he knew he would pay dearly for such a comment, especially when it seemed like the silver-haired Eldarian wasn't in all that good of a mood to take his lighthearted joking.

Killing the earth captain would cause more of a hindrance then Arumat would have liked, so that was out of the question, even if he would continue to threaten him with such a notion. It was much harder to incapacitate the person then to kill them and the Eldarian was more prone to killing then hurting. It was hard to measure his own strength to be able to hold back, but if anything, Crowe would deserve it.

Swiftly, Arumat punched the red-haired man square in the gut and let the man's body slump to the floor as he got out the red tape from the mysterious item storage space.