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Chapter 26: A Brand New Issue (2)

The school day had merely begun for me and I was already dealing with quite the debacle at hands. Literally.

The blond boy that I was currently carrying around the school hallways with a quick pace and getting him away from the sights of any of the students that would arrive soon, the Gender-bend version of the one and only Konjiki no Yami, was giving his best effort to keep his now-masculine face away from my sight and the curious looks from Nemesis.

The tanned trans-weapon had taken the whole explanation of what was going on with perplexity at the scene- no, utterly confused at the situation that she was looking at. Yet she kept quiet, ignoring the urge of poking around for more info regarding the unfortunate development her 'younger sister' was dealing with.

Kotegawa had merely requested what she was supposed to do and how she was supposed to behave around if anyone asked about Yami, prompting me to tell her that the 'girl' had gone and fallen asleep during a sleepover back to my apartment. An excuse that caused her to lift a confused eyebrow at the certainty in my voice, but her reaction simmered down at the lack of other responses about it.

Mikado had been clear in stating that the only possible culprit for this situation was a rare kind of plant… that I was certain Momo had owned until today. This is why Yui was happily sent to patrol and 'take to the office' the aforementioned pinkette before any worsening of the situation would happen.

The faster we were in finding that blasted plant, the better the chances for Yami's recovery would have been.

Still, I could feel a little avalanche of headaches rising and preparing to ruthlessly fall against my blissfully drowsy mind, far from recovering from the grand struggle presented by the paperwork… that I had yet to finish and that I had just begun.

I didn't grimace at this thought, nor sported any reaction at the 'silly worry' of mine as I had other stuff to focus onto. The pressing issue being helping the shivering boy in my arms and helping him with the troublesome fact that his body had yet to recover from the hopefully-temporary transformation.

Mikado had been exhaustive with her explanation over the case, but still there were some unknown elements that had yet to manifest, something that brought me immeasurable concern for the blond.

Anime Logic would have dictated me to have him walk around and create some nonsensical scenes with the other students frequenting the school, either with positive or far too positive reactions about the change while trying to hid away his identity, but there was two lingering issue from this whole predicament that wouldn't help.

The first was that the school didn't have any spare uniform with his side. Despite having taken a more masculine appearance, Yami's height and frame was for most part unchanged. He was short, shorter than the average and quite slender, so this was a big obstacle to begin with.

But it wasn't the worst thing, the girl-now-boy still having her nerves recovering from the change and thus unable to truly move on he-his own.

Seriously, this situation is as confusing as nerve-wracking by mere depicting the little shaky bundle of anxiety and panic currently lulled in my hold.

So I ended up deciding that, to avoid any of the usual shenanigans with the cast, which would end up with Yami getting hurt somehow, I had to take he-him to my office and see to have him change with one of my spare clothes.

Despite my inherent hatred for my predecessor, I have to admit that there was something valuable of his in the principal office. A large furniture, an originally empty wardrobe that was promptly filled with some of my spare formal clothes I had by my flat, just in case of grave emergence and trouble.

I wouldn't put it in doubt that the very reason it existed was somehow connected to the various scenes that saw the bald pervert tearing through his clothes and giving chase to poor girls.

Still, it proved to be a grand boon in the long-term for someone like me to have a set of spare clothes in case of any 'wardrobe-malfunction' predicament that was a known in this particular series.

It was a legitimate precautionary action, knowing better to put faith in the sudden lewd scenarios that could easily see me… in awkward situations. This very case offered me the opportunity to see if the fruits of this effort were truly worth it.

Once we were all back to my office, I took a seat by my desk while carefully letting Yami drop on my lap. The blond twitched at the action, but he didn't give any sign of further discomfort at the decision, meanwhile Nemesis went right by the wardrobe to pick a simple light-blue shirt and some dark-gray pants.

I waited for some time, patiently looking as Yami started to slowly remove his now-tight dress and revealing his upper body. He was a boy, there was no true reason for me to be distressed by the sight, yet I could see him shudder at the attention.

The habit was certainly… a tough obstacle to deal in this specific case but I didn't react at all, letting him do everything. Red eyes were darting at the small buttons of the shirt, unbuttoning it and trying to put it on.

He stopped the moment his right arm started to enter the sleeve, his body tensing up completely and a strange noise leaving his lips. "Mhh." His eyes closed instinctively before a grimace appeared on his face.

I blinked as he slowly glanced back, a lone ruby staring at me. "C-Could you- help me?" There was some hesitation and it wasn't difficult to see the embarrassment coming from that simple request of his.

I nodded, a small understanding smile flashing from my own face as he turned around and I started to slowly help him. Knowing that his nerves were far from having recovering, I decided to move cautiously in supporting the boy's actions.

Pushing the sleeve towards his waiting arm, he twitched a little more, but seemed to hold pretty-well for the first steps… of several more.

Nemesis decided to float around, her eyes fixed at the scene with unrestrained fascination as we quietly went through the simple yet arduous task at hand. She seemed mesmerized by the moment of trust, somehow intrigued by the height of such… little situation.

With the first sleeve put on, I had to move a little just to see where the other one was, causing the boy to tense up a little more as his nerves flared up once more.

"Mhh~." His mouth was closed, but the muffled moan reached my ears clearly and… now I noticed that he was blushing. Maybe it was the discomfort? But that moan didn't sound- No, focus on the issue, weird thinking later.

The second sleeve was actually easier to put on him, Yami's arm slipping inside without touching the particularly soft fabric and thus avoiding causing any strange reaction out of him.

We were both glad.

The next part was supposedly the easiest as I had to place the rest of the shirt better and button it up, but… I found out in quite the 'comical' way that I should seriously stop jinxing myself like this.

As I started to move the piece of cloth by the edges of the collar, I realized that something was going to happen when I unconsciously pressed the soft texture on his chest.

The reaction was, unfortunately, far too quick for me to avoid and soon the blond's back slammed on my chest, his head snapping up to stare at the ceiling and his lips parted to reveal his now-labored breathing.

His face was sporting a full-blush, something that did make me feel dirtier while doing something that was supposed to be… fairly normal.

That is if it's normal that I have to help a hyper-sensitive girl stuck in her gender-bent body.

"O-Oniichan." Yami muttered nervously, eyes well-averted from glancing at my reaction. "T-Thank you." He finally said, getting a tired but calm sigh out of me.

"You're welcome, Yami-chan." I replied, getting a brief smile in return from the tired teen and…

Now there was the issue of the pants. I blinked, feeling like I was carrying the heaviest of burdens… but it was something I had a duty about. For Yami's sake as her… surrogate big brother?

There was much that needed to be still discussed about that role but… I was glad that Nemesis didn't cause any weird escalations of the already-difficult situation as of-

"And now it's the pants' turn." The tanned girl interrupted with a giggle, now hovering just below the desk while holding the cloth in her hands. I frowned and, just before I could protest about this sudden intervention, but I was stopped by a glance from Yami.

"O-Oniichan, she… she is right." He admitted a little determined compared to before. "W-We are sitting in a position… that doesn't allow you to help me without… making me feel weird." He explained with some stammering, the session still fresh on her mind and I slowly nodded at this logic.

With him still sitting on my lap, I could see why helping him put on the pants would have been highly-problematic for us both. We were far too close and the fabric certainly was smoother but softer than the one of the shirt.

Just as I was about to thank the quick-thinking and considerate action of my new girlfriend, I was interrupted once more by her.

"Two chaste kisses and a four-hours long hug once we are home." The tanned trans-weapon pointed out with an oddly serious tone. "These terms are non-negotiable." She concluded with a stern voice much to my surprise.

I mean, she has been fairly accommodating with her cravings for affection, asking just a kiss or some hugging once or twice earlier that day and… I could see what was her plan here.

Her eyes blinked as she felt my inquisitive stare upon her, causing her to look back onto my eyes and… let her grin widening a little in a rather cheeky note.

I bit down a snort at her reaction, now certain that what she had planned to do was… to make these interactions some sort of rewards. But was it something only applied to her or was I implied to do things for her just for a simple embrace?

That would be a good question to ask once we were done with this strange day.

"A-Also, Oniichan," Yami resumed with a calmer tone. "C-Can you hold my hand?" She begged a little, just like a child requiring their parent's emotive support.

I nodded and proceeded to slowly take his hand on mine and… I squeezed comfortably. He smiled and soon Nemesis pulled the pants up, glancing once or twice in a while as… the moaning resumed.

It didn't help that I had a full close-up of the blond's reaction at the simple actions of the girl trying to put his pants on and… then the inevitable happened much to my horrified reaction.

Just as the older trans-weapon finished the quick task and floated away from our proximity, the door of the office forcefully slammed open by Momo, the pinkette's smile dropping with her jaws at the sight she was bestowed with the moment she stopped focusing in what looked like to have been… a chase?

Kotegawa arrived moments later, looking fairly tired but still capable enough to understand that something was going on in that office.

Yami's eyelids were half-closed, but his eyes had noticed the new intruders and… she realized that she was displaying quite the lewd attitude in that moment. Lips parted, tongue almost hanging out from his mouth and a glowing blush on his face, I think I can see why this of all things would give quite the worst impression… ever.

"We only put on Yami-chan some proper clothes," I said with a calm tone, my outwardly appearance not even a single moment betraying my inner turmoil at how the situation had degenerated into… pseudo-Boy Love. "Something that didn't leave her distressed by the tightness of her dress." I concluded with a nod, looking at Nemesis as the girl sighed and nodded.

"What he said." She shrugged off much to my silent annoyance, but… Yui seemed to nod at the explanation, some doubts besetting her features but she could hardly interfere without proof.

"I… I brought Momo-san. She said that the plant has been recovered and-!" Kotegawa stopped her report as her eyes turned to the Deviluke, only to pale in shock at what was going on with the pinkette.

Rather than giving an embarrassed and awkward reaction to this suggestive scene, her pink eyes were burning in barely-hidden jealousy as a palpable but semi-transparent aura of anger coated her body. She didn't rush forward, but she was tense enough that it looked like it.

Nervous moments passed before the girl finally calmed down and sighed. Her eyes were still showing some annoyance towards the confused Yami but then she looked up at my face and… flinched.

While common sense would have had me giving a fearful look back at what had just happened, at the Defcon 1 we all just avoided, I decided to give Momo a stare to remember.

My eyes were narrowed at her sternly, my lips turning downward and giving off a sense of disappointment and irritation at what she just did.

Never do that ever again.

Her stare was quick to turn at the floor and she nodded at my implicit message before sighing. "The plant has been recovered." She started to speak with a frail tone. "Mikado-sensei is currently synthesizing the cure and… I will join her soon."

She gave a bow towards us and then at Yui. "I'm sorry for causing this much trouble and I will be going to help Mi-" Her apology was interrupted moments before it could finish.

I sighed and decided to speak. "Momo." My voice was loud enough to stop her on her track and turn to glance me with a sad but curious look. "I know that what happened to Yami isn't your fault." I explained with a calm voice, causing her to frown in response.

I nodded. "Yami-chan told me that the plant was in Celine's hands and-"

"Celine wasn't supposed to be able to get it." The pinkette pressed back. "The containment cabinet being one of the safest security systems that only I can open." She deflated at remembering this detail and I frowned.

Momo's words were indeed raising a legitimate point as, if this was the case, then the toddler had managed to not only open whatever security system the teen had installed where the plant had been until today, but she had been also able to avoid getting caught with it prior to leave the house.

It sounded terribly weird and…

…

Of course, how could I have forgotten about-

"Momo, do you have some plant of sort by the bedside in your room?" I asked, my hand preparing for a facepalm.

The pinkette blinked at the comment and… nodded slowly. "I have two flowers, but how could this actuall-y." Her eyes widened and she stared back at me with a sudden sense of realization washing over her mind. "Oh." was her smart conclusion to her thinking.

Celine was capable of speaking with plants and flowers alike, something that was allowed by her unique biology and… somehow explained how she managed to get hold of the dangerous specimen.

I sighed. "You should probably put on the cabinet something that can hold off a toddler like her, maybe placing it on a section that she can't reach." I suggested, getting a slow and distracted nod from her.

"I could do that, yes." The girl replied, but I could see that she was focusing elsewhere, possibly at the full scene that had happened back at the Yuuki household.

"Good and..." I sighed, pausing just a moment before giving her permission to leave. "Momo, I wish to spare a few words with you once the situation is over."

She tensed up at the call-up, surely expecting any repercussion to her previous reaction to Yami's position.

"It's nothing to worry about." I assured quietly. "It has to do with your parents." I muttered placidibly.

…

"Oh?" The pinkette blinked in minor surprise and seemed ready to inquire for more, only for me to interject her before she could speak.

"Later. First focus on helping Mikado-san and then I hope you will bring your sisters here too." I sternly pointed out. "It's something that has to do with them too."

She nodded quickly at my words, turning towards the door and waving at me with an uneasy look. It wasn't a sad one, but neither the usually-happy one she would sport in these situations.

Kotegawa huffed before politely leaving the office to attend her duties and the lessons of the day, leaving me alone once again with Yami and Nemesis.

The tanned girl sighed as she hovered in front of the blond and… blinked in surprise. "Who would have thought that she would have fallen asleep." She contemplated out-loud, making me blink in surprise before I truly glanced at the quiet expression on the younger trans-weapon's face.

Eyes closed and breathing normal and soft, I could he-him snoring in that quiet scene.

I sighed and turned my eyes back at my desk, only for my eyes going wide open at the cold realization washing over my brain.

Because of this whole predicament I had to personally deal with, I had completely forgotten to resume with my work around the unforgiving tower of paper and ink.

The paperwork was still there, mockingly in its silence and remarking with its usual smug how I had given too much time away from my terrible duties.

I blinked, hearing a soft snort from Nemesis. "Seriously, it's just paper and it can't think for itself." She pointed out quietly, getting a frown from me.

I didn't need to check to know she had connected with me once more.

"It's just my attempt to make things… lively." I tried to explain, only getting a confused look back much to my chagrin.

I sighed as I began delving in that annoying presence caused by paper and doom.

AN

So, the Gender-bent Trouble is going to end next chapter and… then things will step up a notch for the final arc of this story.

...What? I think I've already said that I didn't expect to go too far with it.

Why? Well, the plot works for so long until it turns stale and I start to lose ideas. This actually doesn't mean that the story of Casey Mortimer ends with this as two Sequels are already planned.

A serious sequel (like this one at least) that will see the proper conclusion of the plot and a crackish X-over with an Episodic connotation.

What kind of crack? The senseless one.

What kind of X-Overs? Some from Anime, but I've plans to breach into others that have quite… the obscure plot to most people. It will be a fun surprise to deliver.

Also I've a Cofi but with a K.

…Wait, why is this still going-

Hello there~!

Not you again, Ambar!

Too late, Golden Month update when?

Really?

:3

Sigh, maybe this Saturday.

Okay, Saturday it is! Bye!

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REVIEW Q&A!

Genderbend: Glad to have made someone happy and kind of apologetic that I might have written something quite unexpected. The reason behind the static scene of this chapter is given by the fact… far too many do it that way and thus I decided to spin it a little weirdly. But worry not, the fun shenanigans is far from over as next chapter Rito will learn about Yami's issue. Also I planned to call her male version 'Kuragari' which is another Japanese word for Darkness… but this will be displayed next chapter.

Halo: I mean, that would explain why the UN isn't going bat-shit crazy with this already. I mean, that would be possibly the worst reaction to have around the daughters of someone that can erase Earth with little effort. But yes, Sainan City is truly flexible to this crazy crap.

Krieger 3533673: I'm aware of the reference, but I'm not savvy about WH 40K. Also I'm a certified Meme-Lord, you fool!

Guest1: Too much Ara Ara for him. Let us not kill his poor brain this soon…