Title: Boy Meets Girl…?!?
Author: Shace
Chapter Title: 2: Maxi Pads Are A Girl's Best Friend.
Summary: Duo gets turned into a girl!! What trouble ensues when every boy in town has their eye set on him…uhm … her ?!! 1+2, 13+5, 3+4, and random pairings as well.
Rating: PG-13, strictly!! No one below that age or anyone who hasn't attended their fourth grade. ^^
A/N: Well, this chapter rating is rises up one notch. Strictly PG-13. Hm, not so sure if it should be YAOI since Duo's a girl but then, you'll see as the story progresses.
Does anybody want to beta read/edit for me? Seems I'm not paying them much, that's why they quit at once. I'm really sorry if this chapter took so long! I had to re-write it four times, altering most of the scenes because it got kind of lame. Then again the whole thing's just as lame so… no problem with that. I'd also like to thank you people for the reviews.
Dedications:
Debbie, cryearthstearsfalltou, Katrina, Kerridwen, Gazer, Super Poodle Phantom_Yoshi, Cheese-chan, Super Poodle, EvilGoddess, Skydancer, Death's Daughter, J.T. (thanks for telling me I need to improve), LB, Ameve-chan and those people who didn't put in their names and I've forgotten. Low self-esteem and all… Want to make me happy, be my friend! Er… review!
And I've lost my inspiration for this fic, seemed she'd gone back to her hometown (RISA!!!) in Japan… Any ideas? Well, Heh… I'll make Duo turn back into a boy, you'll see… *evil snicker*
"Okay you bunch of bigots," Treize Kushrenada slapped a hardbound history book down the teacher's table loudly, causing pencils and pens lying there to reverberate, along with random flinchy students to jump out of their seats in surprised sync.
He surveyed the class with scrutinizing blue eyes as his students kept their own transfixed on his every move from the graceful tilting of his chin to the arrogant almost prideful glint in his eyes as he gazed at them one by one in what seemed to be disgust.
His blue eyes came to rest on a certain pony-tailed, raven-haired Chinese teen that remained in an ogle, swimming in wistful fantasy that included him and strawberry syrup.
His expression softened as he continued, a small almost invisible smile crinkling the sides of the eyes that never left the Asian student. He cleared his throat in an authorative manner and began the day with his usual sour mood.
He hated this job.
"Your history paper is due in two days and I expect that you idiotic lot of misfits have all made some progress in your research work, along with the partners I'd assigned you with."
He turned away from the Chinese student, pondering silently how queer he seemed to be and crossed his arms on his chest, looking every student in the class in the eye.
Treize began pacing the room, aisle by aisle after confiscating a magazine, a hairbrush and a piece of gum.
"You are all aware that if you do not make it to the deadline or pass something sub-par akin to the inept capabilities of your young, dull minds that I will feel obliged to give you an F, scratch your already flawed grades so that you will have the decency to do your homework PROPERLY!!!"
At this, he grabbed a note being passed to Relena Peacecraft, the most shaggable, most popular, richest brat in her grade, the head of the cheering squad.
He caught the withering look she shot him, scowled back and straightened the creases of the paper torn from a notebook. He seriously needed to consider getting a new job.
"Well, Miss Peacecraft, what do we have here?" His brow rose rather fetchingly and Wufei sighed in awe. Quatre giggled next to him whereas Relena rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out childishly.
"Hmm… If you are so bold as to pass a note in my class then I am sure you are much brave to share this to all of us. And don't think I don't have eyes at the back of my head not to see you rolling your eyes and sticking your tongue at me like that. Anyway, Let us see…"
Relena frowned.
Treize moved towards his table in front of the class, leaning against its edge so that he faced them all. "I want you all to listen up everybody to Miss-" He shot Relena a brief glance, caught her making faces again and scowled, before turning back to the matter at hand.
"—Peacecraft's note: Ahem. I wonder when Heero would come to class Dorothy, any idea? He's awfully late today; I don't think stealing his extra pair of spandex from the locker was that of a good idea yesterday. God, I love him so much, Dorothy, wish he would just stick his…"
Treize's eyebrow rose one more time and he took one sharp intake of breath before looking up at the class listening intently, ears perked up.
"Well, I suppose that's enough for today!" He crumpled the piece of paper and threw it to the wastebasket. The class groaned and a few had the dull intentions to snatch if from the wastebasket when the class ended.
Relena gave Treize the finger when she thought he wasn't looking but of course being the great history teacher that he was, he managed to catch Relena in flagrante delicto (in the act).
"That's it, little girl. Detention." Treize snapped.
"Wha-" Relena gaped at him.
"And that's another." Treize said firmly, eyes narrowing. He disliked the girl, even if she were a relative of his friend Zechs, the Physical Ed teacher.
"Hey, that's not fair-" Relena said adamantly, standing up from her seat.
"Oh and another."
"Mr. Kushrenada, I think-" Dorothy said, speaking up for her best friend who happened to be her crush as well.
"One for you too, Miss."
"HEY!" She cried indignantly. "That's so not fair!"
"So how many is it then?" Relena asked quaintly.
"You get another one, Ms. Peacecraft!"
Relena and Dorothy frowned.
"I hate you."
"The loathing's mutual, Ms. Peacecraft. Double detention duties for you. Meet me after class later."
And at the front row, a certain Chinese teen sighed wistfully.
***
"Hurry up." Heero called after Duo. "We're late."
Duo rolled her eyes and ran faster. Her legs were stiff and her muscles ached. Walking to school had never felt so tiring before. And she was sweating like a pig, which was not a very good comparison.
Usually Duo would get a ride from Trowa (whereas the ice king Heero prided himself to get to school by pedestrian means). And at rare occurrences wherein she opted to walk, it barely took an ounce of her strength for the school was only a few five blocks away.
This drastic change of gender completely put things in a similar change, only more drastic.
"Hmph, why *pant* on earth *pant*are we *pant*the only *pant* high school *pant* kids who *pant* don't *pant* have cars?!" Duo whined. "You should *pant* get one, you know! Look at *pant* Quat and Trowa! They have their *pant* own wheels to *pant* bring them to school!"
Heero scowled at the girl as the latter stopped in her tracks for the umpteenth time that morning and rested her hands on her bare knees. He wanted to tell her to go buzz off his case and get her own car but then Heero's sinful gaze wandered lazily up those perfect knees, trailing up to the pair of pale thighs and-
"Heero?" Duo gave him a quizzical look. "What on earth are you staring at?"
Heero dropped his gaze and proceeded into wearing his mask of cold once more. His eyes narrowed into menacing slits as he crossed his arms, regarding her not so much surprisingly, with a foul look.
"Hurry up baka, or we'll get a tardy slip from Kushrenada-sensei."
Duo rolled her eyes and, after a moment of hyperventilation came striding next to Heero, jogging painfully as the wind flapped her skirt. Heero tried not to look.
"It's Mister Kushrenada, Yuy. Hmn. I bet in Japan, you people don't use cars when you go to school."
Duo began in what her opinion was conversation, tugging once more at the end of her braid while jogging. Her hair seemed longer now than before and much to her dismay had the propensity to knot at times.
She felt suddenly irritable all the more when Heero scowled at her for the bazillionth time that morning, calling her an idiot in his native tongue as if Duo was too stupid to not know what the word 'baka' meant.
"I bet you just walk or ride bicycles or cartwheel or something to school!" Duo told Heero irritably. "Hmph. Well, Mr. Yuy, you are in the U.S. of A. now, star spangled banner and all that, you're not in your precious little country any more so take the hint and get a car if you don't want to be a pariah! I can't stand walking any more!! It's… it's…DEGRADING!!"
(eh.. please don't get mad at me Japanese readers! -points at Duo- it's her, his… uhm.. its fault!)
Heero turned his menacing gaze to her once more - the anger it generated was so strong Duo could almost feel herself wavering and cowering. In Heero's opinion, Duo, girl or not, was Duo all the same, the only difference being the gender and that she was extremely pretty.
The gender change did nothing to affect him; he was still the same annoying, loud, bouncy, happy-sappy, spastic, talkative, crazy, violet-eyed, braided baka he used to be, except albeit more feminine and vulnerable, had beautiful delicate contours and thighs and softer pale skin.
Heero seethed silently as the braided baka shut her eyes, as if waiting for him to strike her. His arm had raised uncontrollably, poised to punch her in the face yet he felt a soft tug at his heart, the annoying little voice of his conscience resounding within the dark confines of his mind which began polluting it with romantic fluff.
Heero made a silent resolution to clobber the girl when she turned back into the boy, first thing. But back to Duo Maxwell.
Duo was very pretty indeed either as a girl or as a boy and, Heero must admit, sometimes at the darkest hour of the night when the other teen was asleep, he caught himself staring at the American as the moonlight bathed his smooth skin in an ethereal glow, enthralling Heero even more.
The way the wind played with his/her chestnut hair, weaving it silently against the breeze, the pale aphrodisiac body with its graceful curves and porcelain texture…
Heero loved every bit of them…
Heero felt utterly horrified at the prospect of feeling… admiration towards the annoying baka.
Infatuation, maybe? Iie. Iie! It couldn't be, could it? He glared at himself mentally, wishing the romantic feeling would just die and somehow, he could grasp at the trigger of a gun and shoot someone.
He couldn't have been staring at that braided, annoying baka could he?!
Duo looked up at him, violet eyes opening slowly and cautiously. She looked so afraid, so frail and frail and afraid were some of the words that are antonymous to the Duo Maxwell if you knew him well.
Heero felt the sudden urge to wrap his arms protectively around the girl and whisper softly into her ear. It took all his willpower not to do so, for it will come out as uncharacteristic of him and after all he was asexual.
Emotional attachment was for the weak of the heart, he reminded himself.
Instead of beating the sanity out of the other teen, the prussian blue eyed boy sighed softly and brought his hand down.
"Are you that tired?"
Duo looked down at her boyish sneakers- her favorite pair of Nike sneakers to be exact. It still was quite muddy and unfeminine for her to wearing but she didn't really care what people thought of her. After all, she was never really female by birth or by choice to begin with.
She nodded, almost ashamed. Were girls this sensitive? (Depends on the individual my dear.)
Wufei was right. Girls were weaklings indeed.
"Yeah, hell I am-"
She almost gasped in shock as she felt herself being heaved and scooped up into the arms of Heero Yuy. The world drizzled around her in a carousel of emotion, her cheeks flushing as the boy of her dreams held her close to his chest, and, even with his bag slung across his back he could still muster the strength for such a feat!
Duo sighed almost happily, inhaling the inebriating scent of Heero's shirt, lost in a thousand waves of emotion that danced merrily about her head.
"When we reach the school's gates, that's the cue for you to leave me alone, understand?" Heero said authoratively, though his timbre almost dropped downed into the romanced scale of contentment and happiness.
Duo was too jubilant to react at first.
"And you won't tell anybody, not a single soul about this."
Duo nodded without the words registering into her mind. She could care less whatever he said, all that mattered was that she was where right where she belonged, that Heero had her in his arms and that forever might not be so far away after all.
She shrugged nonchalantly after that thought and swung her arms around Heero's neck, nuzzling the skin there with her nose, fingers tracing patterned circles on the boy's nape.
They fit together perfectly, and Duo felt snug as ever, enjoying the rapture of the moment.
Heero stiffened, debated whether to drop the baka on the pavement or on the road when he felt Duo wrapping her arms gently and more firmly around him. A small, almost invisible smile played against his lips as he carried her, feeling her lips close on the skin of his neck, her cheek resting tenderly on his shoulder.
Heero concluded this was the best moment ever, but of course would not admit that to anybody.
***
Meanwhile the beautiful, golden goddess of love and beauty, here because the author's friend Debbie liked Greek mythology, was seated in her throne, smiling amusedly into the mirror.
She turned her radiating, grotesque face towards the other celestial beauty next to her, who though lower in elegance, was sleek in her own unflawed grace herself for she was Zeus and Leto's heiress, sister to Apollo, thought to be the lady of wild things she was uniquely special all her own.
Aphrodite's smile was serene and the silver halo around her lustrous mane of gold hair that flowed to floor, glowed brightly as well. "Men are foolish in their strange game of hearts."
Artemis, the protectress of the youth and lady of the woods touched the mirror Aphrodite viewed with her slender fingers.
"But it is in their ludicrous game of hearts that they succeed in obtaining their pair." Artemis murmured, a soft musical tone from her lips.
Aphrodite turned to her. "Perhaps we should call upon Eros, there is naught he could not fix!"
"No, I have a better idea." Artemis smirked.
"Perhaps more creative than altering the mortal's gender?"
"Perhaps, even better." The lady with three forms flashed another surreal smirk. "Genuinely better."
***
Duo's stomach contracted painfully, a squishy feeling between her legs. She tugged softly at Heero's shoulder and asked to be brought down to solid ground. They were halfway to school already and Heero complied, struggling not to groan at the loss while remaining stoic as ever.
Duo balanced herself on her two wobbly knees. Although she didn't want the nearness of Heero to ever cease its continuity she just had to be let go of at that point otherwise she just do something weird while with Heero and the latter would definitely not like that.
Her stomach felt oddly painful and she felt irritated by it. She swallowed hard, looked up at Heero with the sickest expression, clutched her stomach and hugged herself as an unfamiliar nauseating feeling pulled at the strings of her belly.
"I think I'm gonna hurl…"
She pulled on a disgusted face as absolute discomfort persisted in her stomach. Heero rolled his eyes, or it seemed like it.
"What now?"
"Can you take me home? I don't think I can make it to…" She trailed off, almost falling to the ground; Heero sighed annoyed. "…School today."
"Then neither can I, you mean?"
Duo's vision swam hazily and whatever Heero said was undistinguished and slurred in her current state of mind as the world crashed around her in spiraling blackness.
Heero could only stare at the limp form on the ground.
***
"That was your idea, milady?" Aphrodite shook her head in mock amusement and turned azure eyes to Artemis's. "I had expected it to be much more… prolific and abstract."
Artemis's pale face was a mask of mischief as she let her fingers linger and rest upon the mirror.
"It was naught so far, dearest Goddess of beauty. You shall see it hence. Oh shall you see it, hence."
***
"Do you really think that, *that* topless girl this morning was Maxwell?" Wufei asked as he leaned over to Trowa and Quatre, annoyed that their history teacher left to arrange Relena's detention duties. "Her alibi is kind of far-fetched. You don't think that wishes do come true do they? Ha! I bet she's Heero's slu-"
Quatre rolled his eyes as he moved his desk closer.
"Wishes do come true, look at Pinocchio!" He chirped happily at Trowa who seemed unperturbed the slightest and kept silent.
Wufei's brow twitched. "That's a fairytale." He stated.
Relena and her group of preppy cheerleaders were re-applying their make up while Kushrenada was away, opportunistic for more recreational activities.
Quatre pouted cutely, tugging at his blonde hair while blushing. It was a habit of his whenever he was embarrassed and Trowa thought it was somehow cute but not compared to how the chestnut haired girl did it.
"Well, we would have liked to hear her story, if *someone* hadn't dragged us out of the house, saying we'd be late for our first class." Quatre said. "I would've really liked to ask her what happened this morning."
"I just don't like getting another tardy slip from Mr. Kushrenada."
Quatre was giggling whereas Trowa seemed engrossed in thought.
"I see it unjust to go out of my way and help strangers who just barge into the house without dignity." Wufei told Quatre.
"Sure, sure! Whatever you say. " Quatre waved his hand around, to shut him up. "For all we know it could be a ploy so you could be early for your Kushrenada's class. 'Oh Mr. Treize look! I've finished my homework last night, and those extra credit assignments too! Can I please lick your-"
Quatre did a very adept job of mimicking a very perky schoolgirl, eyes glimmering brightly to add effect, hands on his cheeks.
Trowa suddenly wished he were home. For all he knew, Heero and the girl could be doing something very productive at that moment. Cursing his luck in French, he stared down at the book on his desk, watching in fascination as the words swirled into undefined texts.
Where was Duo anyway? He asked himself. If the girl's claims were true then Duo now a girl, was with Heero and, knowing how those two were roommates and perhaps even more, they might be doing something else to have missed school that day.
Trowa frowned. He knew he was better than that slob of ice Heero who as he recalled earlier, cared nothing for the girl. Trowa Barton vowed to show the girl he was better than the Japanese teen at home.
"All right, all right! That's enough!" Wufei cut Quatre off, jolting Trowa out of his train of thought. He turned to look at the two engaged in a childish argument.
"What's the matter, Wufei?" Quatre asked innocently just as an irritable, panting chestnut haired beauty bustled into the room. "I was gonna say lick your boots. What were you thinking?"
Wufei let out an exasperated sigh as he rolled his eyes once more. He waved his hand in dismissal and dragged his chair away from the blonde Arabian.
"In denial, eh Wufei?" Quatre called after him, giggling uncontrollably; it was so obvious Wufei's got a crush on said History teacher, why deny the truth? Half of the school new the bridled passion the teacher and the Chinese student shared already!
"You shouldn't be trusting people all at once, little one." Trowa said once Wufei decided reading a book would be dandy. "That little fiasco this morning was… strange. I'd have to admit. Boys just don't turn into girls overnight."
Although if they did then, Duo can always be mine.
"So what are you saying?"
Quatre carelessly flipped his blonde hair to the side and hugged his book to his chest, innocently. "You don't think that long-chestnut haired, violet eyed, loud, talkative, spastic girl was Duo?"
Trowa considered for a moment and nodded, a hand stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Since you put it that way then, maybe I do."
Quatre grinned and gave him a chaste peck on the cheek, which Trowa blinked at as the history teacher re-entered the room that day and gave him no time to react.
***
Gone to my yoga class!
-Iria ^^;;
Heero scowled at the yellow post-it stuck on the fridge and when it didn't do so much as cower the slightest, he sighed, wishing he didn't have to miss school that day for the frail annoying female baka upstairs in the room they shared non-too-affectionately.
The spastic girl had passed out just a moment ago and Heero immediately hailed a cab and rushed her home to ask help from Iria, in fear that he had done screwed things up again or the other way around.
Of course, hailing a cab to school didn't occur to him earlier not for the reason that he was dull-witted, but just because he didn't like big yellow, tacky cabs as means of transportation with drivers who told you of their freedom before the declaration of war.
If Iria thought she was helping Duo turn back into a boy when she attended her yoga class, she was definitely mistaken. Then again it was that baka's fault why everything fell out of logic and order. Turning into a girl overnight was one of those things that made you question reality.
Heero didn't even trust him… or her… it, to be safe.
Maybe she was lying and had copied Duo Maxwell's physical attributes… or something like that. For all they knew, he could be a thief, a killer or a very pretty hobo who had a nice lilac smell and long chestnut hair.
Heero groaned and kicked himself mentally for that. A few hours with the girl and he already felt out of center. Great.
Heero shook his head and poked into the fridge to get a carton of milk, wishing terribly it was all a dream.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
A very, very unfeminine shrill voice pierced the beloved silence with a bread knife and much to Heero's grudge, he had to cup his hands over his ears to block out the sound.
Quickly in a rush that made him bump his head inside the fridge, he strode briskly upstairs to the source of the annoying, ear-splitting yell, cursing in his native language.
***
Duo Maxwell stretched her legs out in bed. She didn't remember a thing, why or how she was in her bed at 9:00 in the morning when she was supposed to be at school but didn't care the least.
All that registered into her mind was the sheer bliss she felt, being consumed by the pillows and blankets. She moved her legs minutely, to huddle with the stuffed animal next to her and felt an odd squishy feeling between her legs.
She frowned as a dull pain shot into the pits of her stomach. Odd, she wasn't hungry at all. Iria had just given her breakfast earlier, some pancakes and toast with eggs and milk.
Duo sighed, hopped off the bed and yawned as she entered the bathroom. She felt light once more and scratched at her firm little bum as she opened the bathroom door.
Forgetting she had turned to a girl overnight, she pulled down her underwear (rather the ones Iria lent her) and stood, poised to er… urinate in front of the toilet.
She yawned and looked down to see the trickling of blood from her… where the hell did it go?!
She was bleeding profusely, the source of the blood from the gash between her legs.
"What the hell?!" She stared into the mirror and realization filtered in, at least in his point of view anyway.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! SOMEBODY CHOPPED MY THOMAS JOHNSON OFF!!"
Heero Yuy burst into the bathroom door as soon as Duo fell back to the wall, legs spread open and skirt covering the bloody wound.
"Maxwell?" Duo was sobbing and fanning herself, her hair a tangled in all sorts and her Mary Janes between her knees where blood was also visible.
Heero fought back the urge not to vomit.
"Heero, help me." Duo croaked miserably. "I'm going to DIEEEEEEEEEE!!! DON'T LET ME DIE, MAN!!! PLEASE, HELP ME! I PROMISE TO SHUT UP ENTIRELY!! JUST PLEASE HELP ME!! SOMEBODY PLAYED A JOKE ON ME AND CHOPPED MY WEENER OFF!!"
Heero rolled his eyes. "You're a girl now baka!" he spat as he pulled Duo's arm towards the direction of the shower. "Get up and we'll wash the blood away. Come on."
Duo let Heero pull her up the tiled floor and push her gently into the shower.
Heero turned on the faucet and instantly, the limpid water mixed with the blood into pools of both substances at Duo's feet before it finally drained.
Duo was sobbing hysterically, yelling about her/his 'Thomas Johnson being cut off' while Heero tried hard not punch the girl in the face.
"I turned into a girl… oh my god what was I thinking when I wished that last night?! Now I'm going to be anemic, lose all my blood and die!! Nooo!!!"
Duo's skirt slipped off her hips and Heero turned around, a red stain on his cheeks.
"Heero…" Duo's voice was a miserable croak. "If I'm gonna die, since I'm a girl now anyway, maybe we should screw each other silly till I run out of breath and blood, don't you think?"
Heero scowled at Duo to see that she was in fact so frail looking now, a word not so closely associated to DUO MAXWELL, trying to stop the bleeding by patching it up with the white blouse, her chest covered only by a bra.
Iria was going to get angry having her blouse like that.
Heero grabbed the blouse from her grasp (Duo's that is) and tossed it away, trying in vain not to rest his eyes on the twin mounds on Duo's chest.
"Do you know what a maxi pad is baka?"
Duo shook her head. Heero sighed.
***
Iria Winner did not attend her yoga class. In fact, she went to a psychic place with eccentric, glittering script painted at the front of said place. She entered it, rather in a foul mood, trying to think how Duo had gotten himself into such a trouble.
And although this be a redundant thought, Boys did not turn into girls overnight.
Iria sighed and pushed the door open, a small silver bell tinkling in greeting as her eyes gazed at the heavy-curtained and Indian-carpeted room. There were a few incense sticks burning in a corner, a few unlit and lit multi-colored candles and hardbound, dusty books in the left side of the room on the oak shelf.
The place smelled faintly of potpourri and bore semblance to a certain place Iria had seen on TV, a shop owned by a witch of some sort in a place called Sunnydale.
Iria looked around, touching at nifty figurines and a crystal ball on the circular table where tarot cards were placed upside down. Curious, she reached out to touch them.
"Nuh-uh, Miss. No touching!"
Iria jerked back, startled and turned around to see a petite young girl, 12 years of age with a black cloak on, sporting clear blue eyes and short blonde hair.
"Do you own this place?" She asked softly.
"Does it look like it?"
"Uhm… no?"
"Good deduction."
Iria sighed, shook her head. "I am older than you so don't speak to me like that."
"I, in an indirect way own this place so don't you speak to me like that!" The girl shot back, smirking wittily.
"Well, I need some help with things." Iria admitted, shrugging and looking down at the floor. "Things have been quite a mess back home."
"Didn't you read the sign?" The girl pointed to a sign, weirdly seeming to appear out of nowhere on the doorway, reading: Out To Lunch. TTFN.
Iria bit her lip in uncertainty.
"My aunt owns this place, she's out for lunch." The girl sat on one of the orange couches next to the table of incense.
"But, hey maybe I can help you out. Problems with your love life? Sex life? Need more umph into your se-"
Iria shook her head and waved her hands in front of her, blushing. "No!! No!! Well… it's just that…"
"Shh!" The girl hissed, a finger pressed to her lips, startling Iria. "Let me work here…Ohmm…"
She pressed her fingers to her temples, eyes shut.
Iria blinked dumbly.
"Oohmm… Wait!! Hang on; I've got something from my friends in Mexico! They say that you're name is Maria… Winger isn't it?"
"Actually no, it's Iria Winner."
"Right. Whatever… And…you have a friend named… named…" She gestured with her hands for Iria to assist her in that.
But Iria, being unused to this sort of thing, nodded expectantly instead, thinking it was another weird psychic hand signal.
"Hang on, let me get the crystal ball." The girl said.
Iria slapped her forehead in frustration.
The girl rolled her eyes. "So my psychiatric powers are a bit rusty? It's not fun being the outcast of the family you know, just not being able to read tarot cards and the future! Well, here we are!"
She cracked her knuckles and sat in front of the crystal ball, waving her fingers around the shining sphere. Iria sat pulled a seat and sat next to her, watching intently as the girl concentrated on the celestial ball.
"Well? Well? What do you see?"
"Well, well, my reflection! Duh! And, hey! There's a smudge on the crystal ball!"
Iria rolled her eyes; "What else besides that?"
"Hang on…" She shut her eyes once more and after a few minutes when Iria finally decided she should leave the girl behind, her eyes snapped open frantically.
"Your friend with the braid. Lots of blood and flesh. He turned into a girl and things got screwed up!! It's all bloody!"
Iria gasped, shot up from her seat and was almost out the door when the girl waved her hand in dismissal, shrugging.
"Hey Maria, whatever your name is! I was just kidding! You know how it is! I need to keep customers entertained for the mean time!"
Iria stopped in her tracks, ready to strangle the girl. "What. Did. You. Say."
***
"Eew… Why are you teaching me this?" Duo fingered at the Iria's frilly underwear with the white, weird pad that Heero stuck to it, both of which Heero stole or rather borrowed from the her closet.
"It looks like a big band aid to me."
"It works the same way." Heero's voice was gentle. "It stops girls' menstrual periods."
"I still don't like it. And honestly, it's weird. Hey, how'd you know what girls wear anyway? YOU wear it, doncha?"
"No, baka." Heero handed her the underwear and glared at her. "I'm only more knowledgeable than you."
"I don't care if you're smart or whatever. It looks strange! You wear it." Duo shoved the piece of cloth to Heero's direction and pulled on a disgusted face, crossing her arms on her chest. She wore an oversized tee that swallowed her narrow shoulders.
"It will stop the blood, baka."
"Are you deaf?" Duo rolled her eyes irritably, frowning at the boy. "What's your problem anyway? Forcing people around to do things they don't like."
"If I remember correctly, you started all of this."
"I hate you." Duo admitted as she yanked the underwear from Heero's grasp. Her eyes widened implausibly as she noted the very thin, very long layer of fabric at the rear side of the undergarment.
"Is this a thong because if it is, I am so not gonna wear it!"
"Shut up and wear it." Heero deadpanned. "Or I'll make you."
"Aww, I'm flattered." Duo shot back sarcastically. "Can I opt for the second one though?"
"You're irritable."
"That's what makes me cute."
"I know." Heero turned around to walk out of the room, leaving Duo to think about what he had just said earlier.
Duo slipped into the underwear, feeling the fabric go as far up in her bum. "Eew.. This is strange… Wait, hang on. WHAT?!"
Tbc…