Using lipstick, Calesu crossed sector E-1 off of his map entirely, staring at the pattern in danger zones on that particular section of the map. It was entirely unsafe to move too far west now, even avoiding the danger zones, as any step cloud possibly becoming the last a person would take. Squeezing his faux-cleavage together, he adjusted the stuffing, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with so much constraining clothing pinching tightly into his body. He'd gotten a pretty crappy weapon…the only thing that cattle prod had come in handy for was a way to relieve the boredom. Not in the way you might think mind you…he wasn't that horny. With all the video cameras around, and he knew there were, the Program was broadcast on television after all, he wasn't just going to give a free show to people who weren't deserving. Although with Tanju well…that was a once in a lifetime experience…it was different. However, the wearing of a skirt was the extent of how far Calesu was willing to delve into his perversions while participating in such an event.

No…Calesu was a masochist…he enjoyed the feeling of pain and how it aroused a sensation deep within him that he wanted more and more of. That was why he constantly did things like he did to Shiro and the other tough boys. Whenever they would beat him up, he loved the attention and the pain it brought, and when he bled, it just felt better. Naturally, he wanted others to experience the same, and Calesu had gotten quite good at fighting and defending himself. He was constantly involved in bar fights with guys almost twice his size, and yet he still managed to come out on top fifty percent of the time. And that was just how he liked things to go…it was good to win and dominate, or lose and feel that wonderful pain he enjoyed so much.

Lifting his blouse, Calesu first rubbed the cold metal of his weapon against his stomach, pressing it right into his navel and emitting a few pleased noises from his larynx. Gently pressing the button, he let the electric shock travel through him, twitching in pain with spasms passing through him as though he was doing some kind of bizarre new dance. His skirt flailed with his movements, flapping in the stale apartment air like a flag in a strong breeze, Calesu thoroughly enjoying the sensations his weapon could bring him, even if it was basically useless otherwise. Moving it around to his fake bosom, he pressed the metal once more, and another jolt entered his body, sizzling his insides enough to make it hurt…but not enough to be lethal.

Hearing a noise outside, someone entering the building near his first floor hideout, Calesu blinked, batting one of his long, elegant and darkened lashes before rising up and depositing his weapon back within the rough fabric of his duffel bag. Slowly opening the door, he looked out and saw the faint outline of a female classmate. Unable to tell who it was from a simple body shape, and knowing Gorasa Satabala, the one person in the class he was afraid of, was still alive, Calesu pulled out his flashlight and shined a beam over the long hair and running mascara of Aria Istili. She looked upon the figure standing in the doorway as it beckoned her inside, sealing them both inside.

"Oh thank God…thank you thank you thank you…I was starting to worry I wouldn't find anyone safe…Calesu? Why're you wearing that dress?"

"Well um…it feels more comfortable."

"No…not why are you wearing A dress. Why are you wearing THAT dress…it doesn't match your eyes at all."

"Oh haha…very funny."

Calesu always had better relationships with the girls in his class; he was just more at ease talking to them than he was to members of his own gender, who were constantly edging away in awkward silence, as though his sexuality would infect them. The girls would open up to him, like he was one of their kind, something he'd longed to be since shortly after his birth. Aria and Ariana wee his personal favorites…he loved listening to them talk about their relationships, Aria especially, since she would describe in amazing detail how Tanju was in bed. It made him jealous yeah, but not enough to hate her…and even if he did, he wasn't going to give up daily stories about how long Tanju was, or what his kinks were. Calesu had been saving that info up for if he ever felt the need to really fuck someone, and considered it blackmail.

Aria was crying…but trying to put on a brave face…her face swollen with tears and moisture. She must've been crying her little eyes out ever since she heard the news about Tanju. Calesu wondered if she'd seen his body…figuring she had, given the amount of blood covering her chest. She looked like she'd hugged whatever life he had left right out of him once his head came off. In a way, Calesu felt bad for having nearly done what he had done to Tanju's body…Aria being one of the girls he did consider a friend moreso than just an acquaintance…she didn't even seem to mind his current outfit whereas Shiro had actually called him a freak.

"Aria…are you okay?"

"Y-yeah. I'm fine."

"You've been crying."

"No I haven't…I just got something in my eye."

"Your face is all fucked up…you've been crying."

"No…"

"You upset about Tanju…you…were there…huh?"

Aria looked at Calesu for a moment, not seeing a bizarre teenaged boy in a dress, but instead seeing her own older sister, always comforting her through the hard times. She sat down and rested her head in Calesu's cleavage and sobbed, wanting to be strong but unable to handle herself anymore. As she cried, Calesu ran his hand through her hair, fingers caressing the long strands with admiration, Calesu always wanted to have as beautiful locks as Aria did.

"I shot him…"

"You what?"

"I have a gun…I shot Tanju…"

"You did? You killed him?"

"No…I shot him in the side…and I got scared."

"What happened?"

"He told me to drop the gun…and I did."

"And then…?"

"Yo blew his head off."

"Tanaka? He's playing?"

"No…I think…he was just trying to protect me…"

"So?"

"I…I watched Tanju die…and I watched Yo kill him. I carried a decapitated head around with me Lesu. And I don't even love Tanju…"

"You don't? You always used to rave about him."

"He was an asshole…and everyone told me so…'cept Ariana…but she was kinda dumb…Nizari treated her like shit too."

"Tanju just wasn't right for you…or you weren't right for him. Tanju needs…needed someone who can take a beating and still get him off…and enjoy themselves of course."

"What's wrong with me Lesu? First I'm with Yo…who cheats on me with Busty Whore…and then blows off my boyfriend's head with a shotgun to what….try and be my knight in shining armor? And Tanju beat me…he fucking hit me…and he tried to fuck Busty too. That's why I shot him. I mean…can't I find a guy who'll treat me right Lesu?"

"It's a mystery…I can't find a guy myself…it's just a growing problem. Don't worry about it Aria…there's nothing wrong with YOU…guys just don't realize how good they've got it. Just try not to think about guy issues…there's more pressing issues now with all the people dying around us. You need to remember to look out for yourself above all else…even above me."

"Yeah…you're right."

"But we can still hang out together. It's better to team up than be out there alone I guess. We'll have to move though…this apartment isn't safe with all the sectors in the one column turning into danger zones. We'll head over to the store where I picked up this blouse. It's got a skirt that I think would look FANTASTIC on you."

"Sound good…"

The two smiled at each other and Aria led the way, more confident as she held her gun with Calesu trailed behind, his hand feeling through the duffel and squeezing the phallic shape of his cattle prod. He'd wait until she fell asleep before going to work on himself again, and at this thought, he couldn't help but giggle like the little schoolgirl he wanted so desperately to be.