Dedication LFangor [Loren-sama, or the Labyrinth]
Why For starting The Shipping List and being so very cooperative. And for writing. And for accepting "Goodbye" as a companion ficlet despite it's crappiness.
Labels shonen-ai; profanity; OOC; cross-dressing; sexual suggestions with inanimate objects; fluffiness; drabble; oneshot; pg13
[beforehand]
Rather strong. Rather fast-paced. A little coughveryverycough strange. Plotbunny that hit me before I got out of bed xD Which was sometime before [6 am] this morning. The fluffiness [and not-so-fluffiness] is going to make you gag, so be sure to bring a glass of water.
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Two, Four, Six, Eight
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Otogi Ryuuji was never one to play with dolls.
They were interesting, yes, with their glazed-over eyes and bendable limbs and long flowing legs, and sometimes beautiful to look at, yes, with their styled and restyled hairstyles and flawless skin and "too colorful in the morning" outfits, but in the end, they were still plastic and porcelain, with ruby stains on their mouths and permanent smiles fixed on their faces.
They would never be able to stroll around and gossip like normal people, or be able to greet him in the morning when he found that the sun was too bright in his eyes, or be able to sleep in his bed and steal all the covers in the night.
And so, he didn't care for dolls very much.
It helped that he was a boy too.
But standing in his living room one afternoon, he thought that perhaps he figured out why little girls liked dolls so much.
"…I…am going to kill you."
Otogi's eyes shone amusement as he looked Honda up and down, enjoying the view very, very much. "Oh, really?"
"Yes, I am, and I'll make sure that you die a slow and painful death after I carve your intestines out. With a spoon."
"Hmm. Sounds a bit messy. Besides, you said that last time I fixed your hair and I'm still intact, aren't I?"
Honda grumbled and muttered something.
"What was that?"
…Momentary silence.
"I said, 'It seems like you're trying to fix everything that dissatisfies you!' and damn it, Otogi, if you wanted to have a girl in the first place then you shouldn't have picked me!"
Otogi blinked at the sudden outburst and Honda tried not to make eye contact.
Oh.
Oh.
"…Oh."
A huff. "Yes, oh. Damn you, Otogi, I'm –"
"A boy, yes," Otogi sighed, "…I didn't know that you felt that way; I was just having fun." – Funny choking noise – "Did you really think that I was trying to change you?"
It held an 'I'm sorry' that Otogi would never say out loud, but Honda heard it anyway and looked up – at him – in surprise and in – almost – delight.
"Besides, there aren't enough cosmetics in the world to cover even your mistakes."
Eyebrow twitch.
"You cockeyed smugfaced motherfucker, I knew you –"
Otogi laughed and blew him a raspberry. "Such strong words for a pretty young girl like yourself."
Honda sighed but couldn't help smiling in return. "Right. You're still a bastard, you know."
"And you love every minute of it. Did you know that you look simply dazzling in a skirt?"
He was hit in the face with a baton.
Otogi Ryuuji didn't like dolls, but that was okay, because neither did Honda.
fin.
[afterward]
Finished June 24th, 2004.
Written and modified in 37 minutes.
453 words.
Did anyone actually enjoy that xD? I'd be surprised.
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