Everyone who commented on my muses: I revived them again! See?! *points to her poor bandaged but alive muses*

Hoshi-sensei: Omi was wrapped in his thick jackets for a while and lying down, so noone noticed until Ken realized. They saw the size better when he was in a t-shirt. And of course, those 'nasty girls' were exaggerating.

Ange: I appreciate the plea to update, but please just click on the submit button only once or be careful with your connection. I was lucky that you reviewed anonymously or I would have had five extra reviews. _

Ooh… Fun… XD

Chapter 4

"No."

"But Ken-kun!"

"No way! Absolutely no fucking way!"

"Please?! Ken-kun, you promised!"

"Omi, this is not part of that agreement!"

"Ken-kun, you said that you'd do anything if I asked!"

"OMI! There is absolutely no WAY I am going bra-shopping with you and Aya-chan!!"

"Keeen-kuuuuuun……" Omi whined.

God! He should stop that! Ken screamed in his head. It's even worse when he's a girl!

"Omi! Why are you asking me?! I thought you were going with Sakura-chan!"

"She got busy at the last moment," Omi pouted. "Aya-kun isn't gonna do it, and Yohji-kun'll be more trouble than help! I can already see him picking out the craziest underwear there! And asking if he can give second opinions or something! That leaves you!"

"But you're still going with Aya-chan too, right?!"

"I-I can't go with just her! I need more support! Please, Ken-kun?" Omi pleaded.

"No, Omi, I…" Ken trailed off, his eyes widening.

Omi's eyes were watering and her lip was quivering. She had her hands clasped in front of her, half-begging. Ken couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away.

"Omi… No… Please… Not the pout… Anything but the pout!"

Omi continued to sniffle at him, successfully looking like a badly beaten stray kitten.

 "Omi!" Ken cried, exasperated.

It was bad enough that Ken had a hard time resisting 'the pout' before when Omi was still a guy. However, in Omi's current female state, with Ken's raging hormones and possibly some pheromones on Omi's part, it was apparently ten times more effective.

"Fine! I'll go!" he finally conceded. He glared at Omi, "You are so going to pay for this one, though…"

Omi magically brightened, "Yeah!!" she jumped up, threw her arms around Ken's neck and pecked him on the cheek.

Ken froze. He stared at Omi, barely bringing a hand up to touch the cheek were Omi had just kissed him. Omi gasped and pushed herself away. She stared back.

"I… wasn't supposed to do that…"

"Um… Right…"

"I wasn't really thinking! M-maybe it's just some girl thing…"

"Yeah, maybe."

"We just forget it happened!"

"Damn straight we will…"

There was an awkward silence for a while.

"So… Let's go?"

"Yeah, let's go!"

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Ken looked around nervously, asking himself for the twentieth time that day why he let Omi talk him into this. Curse that damned pout!

Omi had managed to escape Aya's fashion-smart grasp that morning and was dressed in a regular T-shirt and jeans (much to Aya's dismay). She would have looked like her old male self if it wasn't for the two clips in her hair… and of course, the chest.

"Really, Omi," Ken grumbled. "I don't understand how we didn't see it and Yohji didn't feel it when he was carrying you home."

Omi sighed. "I think that the stuff took a while before it could really take effect, Ken-ku-…"

She trailed off when they finally neared the lingerie section of the department store they had chosen to inspect. Aya instantly went in, looking through the racks of female underwear.

Omi and Ken were frozen a few feet away. Both were staring at the racks with bright red cheeks. Neither looked like they'd dare enter what they deemed as forbidden territory.

"Oh for heaven's sakes!!" Aya cried. She stalked back to Omi grabbed her hand and started pulling.

"No!" Omi yelled, pushing into the ground and pulling back to keep herself rooted to the spot. "I won't go in!! You can't make me!!"

"Stop being such a baby!! You're eighteen for god's sakes!!"

"Kyaaa!! Ken-kun!! Heeelpp!!"

"Tsukiyono Omi!! You are going to go in there and buy yourself a bra right this instant!!"

Omi's eyes went wide and she shook her off. Aya half-yelped as she lost her balance and bumped into a mannequin.

"Y-you didn't just yell my name in public, did you?" Omi's voice cracked a bit.

Ken put a somewhat shaky, but reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. Noone we know is around."

Though that was true, he decided not to mention the small crowd that was forming.

Aya straightened the mannequin again before turning to Omi. "Kasumi, then. Come on! You know this is for your own good."

Omi's eyes were filled with fear even though she nodded. She looked up at Ken for help but Ken was also staring ahead in fear.

"O-okay…" he gulped while readjusting the collar of his shirt. "You guys aren't going to take very long, right?"

Aya rolled her eyes and took Omi's arm. She pulled her forward and hissed, "Honestly, Omi-nii… Did you have to take him along?"

"Aya-chan! I-I'm really nervous about this! I-I kinda wanted some guy company."

"Omi-nii… You want guy company in bra-shopping?? Now hurry up!" She took Omi's arm again and pulled the distraught boy/girl away.

"Waah! Ken-kun, protect me!!"

Ken was still frozen to the spot. He wasn't sure if he should follow or if he should stay put or try to disappear fast. But when he looked up towards them and saw Omi sending him 'the pout' again, he sighed.

"Young man, what do you think you are doing here?!"

Ken jumped, and spun around to see the most terrifying sight in the world.

He had faced ruthless and insane businessmen and politicians. He had faced skilled bodyguards and trained fighters. He had faced psychics and mutated humans and altered beings. He had even faced two other groups of assassins, one of which contained four men with psychic abilities, very capable of smashing them to bits.

But nothing could be worse than what he faced now.

An angry motherly woman and scattered behind her were several other girls and women, giving him looks that bore through him, calling him the worst names without even saying any words.

"I-I… I'm… I… that is…"

"Ken-nii!! Where are you?!"

The women's faces calmed down a bit after they heard the brotherly suffix. I'm saved!

"I'm with my sisters here!" he shakily pointed in the direction of the two girls. "And I should really make sure that they don't get lost!"

He ran through the racks, making sure not to look at what they held, making a beeline straight for Aya and Omi. He stopped behind them and bent over to catch his breath.

"What took you so long, Ken-nii?" Aya asked calmly.

"Mob of… angry… women…" he gasped out. "…thinking I'm… a pervert…"

"Well, they've got that right."

Even nervous Omi giggled. "Absolutely."

"H-hey! Who made me come here in the first place?!"

Aya rolled her eyes. She took a hanger from the rack and showed it to them. "I kinda like this. What do you think, Kasumi-chan?"

Ken's eyes bulged out and he reached up to try to plug his nose.

"A-aya-chan…" Omi stammered. "D-does it have to be zebra-striped?"

"No? Too bad… I thought it was kinda cute."

"Then you can wear it if you want it!"

"I'd love to, but…" She shook her head. "Niichan would kill me if he finds it. Then again, I don't really care, I can always make him think it's fine. I have him wrapped around my little finger."

Omi and Ken both stared at her.

"But, unfortunately," she sighed. "They don't have it in my size." She returned the hanger and shuffled through again.

"I never thought that Aya-chan could be higher than Aya-kun," Omi whispered.

"Scary girl," Ken nodded in agreement.

"How about this one?"

They both looked up and both their eyes bulged at the lacy bra that Aya was showing them. It frilled up in some places and looked like it had more lace than cloth (Or whatever other material bras were supposed to be made of, they thought).

Ken stared blankly… then fell over. There was a spurting sound that quickly followed, indicating severe blood loss.

Omi was holding a hand to her chest, trying not to have a heart attack. "A-aya-chan… I… Wouldn't it… Isn't that going to be uncomfortable?"

"Really?" Aya looked at it again, blinking. "It isn't, really. I was here with Niichan last month and he bought one like it for me."

Ken promptly sat up, eyes practically falling out of their sockets. "Aya did what?!" and he promptly fell backward again.

"A-aya-chan…" Omi said slowly. "That was m-more information than I needed to know."

Aya rolled her eyes, "Don't go thinking weird things about my brother! I picked it out and he just paid for it." She glared down at Ken. "He didn't bleed all over the place like you are, now, Ken-nii."

"C-can we just get another one? Like……" Omi glanced around a bit and pointed. "That one?"

Aya looked up as she returned the hanger. "Oh! You want a wire-frame?"

"A what?"

"A wire-frame!" She took the hanger Omi had pointed to and ran her finger along the bottom of the garment. "It's got an under-wire here."

"Wh-what for?"

"Oh… well… Um… See… it's for better support, I guess!"

"O-okay…"

Seeing as the conversation had calmed down a bit, Ken thought it was a good time for him to try to stand up again.

"Err…" Aya continued. She finally sighed and moved closer to Omi with the bra. "It supports you like this."

Omi eeped.

Ken looked back toward the girls just in time for Aya to hold the bra to Omi's chest. He fell again, This just isn't my day…

"You understand?" Aya asked.

"K-kinda…" Omi struggled to keep calm. "Umm… I-I… I don't think I need that kind."

"Yeah, well… It is a little harder to get used to." She returned the bra. "So what do you want."

"… Um… Wouldn't this one be fine?"

Aya looked and frowned. "But that one's boring!"

That's the point! Omi wanted to scream at her, but didn't like the thought of her possibly tattling to Ran. Omi definitely didn't want a katana in the gut. "Isn't simple good? It would be cheaper and I…  might get used to it faster!"

"Maybe…" Aya sighed and looked at the tags. "Think you're a B-cup or a C-cup?"

"A… what?" Omi blanked.

"…… Never mind. I'll just take both. We need you to try them."

"Wh-what?!"

A groan came from the floor.

"Oh, get over it, Ken-nii." Aya searched the area. "Ah! The dressing room's over there. Let's go!" With the bras in one hand, she tugged on Omi's arm, despite her pleas of "Ken-kun, help!"

They left Ken to recover by himself while Aya dragged Omi to the dressing room. She shoved Omi through the curtain and tossed one of the bras over. "Try this one first. If it doesn't fit, I'll have you try the other one. I'll wait here to make sure noone goes in."

There was some momentary silence.

"A-aya-chan?"

"Hai, Om… Kasumi-chan?"

"…… How do you put it on?"

"Oh good lord!" Aya slapped her forehead. "Wait, right here."

She left the dressing room and returned to where they had been standing earlier. Sure enough, Ken was still lying there, only half-conscious. She prodded him with her foot. "Oi, Ken-nii."

"E-eh?" Ken blinked and turned his head to her.

Aya decided to be glad she wore pants that day. "I've got to help Kasumi-chan in the dressing room. Can you come over and keep watch?"

"Th-the dressing room?!"

"Please, Ken-nii??" Aya asked, her eyes widening.

Ken groaned. If there was another second-place expert at 'the pout' after Omi, it was Aya-chan.

When he had finally been able to climb to his feet and Aya had dragged him to the dressing room (despite the strange looks that passing customers were giving them), Aya went through the curtain and left Ken outside.

Ken tapped his foot impatiently, trying his best to ignore the stares and glares he was receiving.

Not to mention the voices from inside the curtain.

"Hold still, Omi-nii."

"But, Aya-chan…"

"It's okay! We're both girls now, so it should be fine."

"Yaaa!! Ayaaa-chaan!"

Ken blushed, trying not to think of what could be happening in there.

"D-did you have to take it off like that??"

"I told you, Omi-nii… I'm a girl too, so it's fine. Now let me put it on you."

Ken wished he had cotton.

"So how's that?"

"……… Okay, I guess… It's little uncomfortable though."

"Always is, at first. You'll get used to it. Though it does look a little tight… Here, try the other one."

"O-okay…"

Ken had a sudden thought. Here he was, a guy, standing outside a dressing room with two girls dressing each other inside. It was like Yohji said before. It was a straight man's fantasy.

And it's not like he'd never seen Omi topless before…

……Of course that was when Omi was a guy…

Ken took a deep breath. The curtain wasn't very tall actually. Why, a person his height could just stand up straighter and try to stand on his toes to get a glimpse of what was happening inside! Which was exactly what he was trying to do now.

He could see the top of a mirror and wall. He tried to look a bit higher.

Still wall. A bit higher.

A bit of blonde hair. Aha! Those are Omi's! Some more…

Some dark hair and more of the top of Omi's head, but he still couldn't see what was happening. Higher.

Hm… The dark hair was missing now… He could only see Omi's head. Maybe some more.

The curtain was suddenly yanked open a little. Ken jumped back and looked away immediately, covering his rapidly reddening ears and hoping noone knew what he was doing.

Aya kept the curtain closed so that Ken couldn't see inside, but open enough for her to peek out.

"I was just going to tell you we're almost done." Aya smirked a bit. "Don't tell me you wanted to give a second opinion."

There was a mutter of "Ken-kun no hentai." on the other side of the curtain.

"N-no!" Ken said, still not looking in her direction. "O-of course not."

"I didn't think so."

Aya's head disappeared again and the curtain closed.

After a few more moments, both girls emerged.

"Hentai…" Omi glared.

"I always thought you were better than that, Ken-nii." Aya said, disapprovingly. "I'll go ask for about four more of this kind and pay for them, nee?"

She left.

"I still say you were the one who dragged me here," Ken grumbled.

"Well, I forgot that you were a hentai too!" Omi retorted.

"Wow! You forgot after you couldn't stop telling me that I was one for a whole day?"

"Yeah, well you pretended to be nice to me last night!"

"I was being nice on purpose!"

"And you still didn't want to come today even when you promised?!"

"I thought that something like this would happen!!"

Omi folded her arms and Ken glared.

The long silence was broken when Aya returned with a paper bag. "Done!" She stopped and looked between the two of them. She sighed. "Are you two fighting?"

They both didn't answer her.

Aya sighed again, "Oh stop it." She smiled a bit. "I've lived with you guys for some months now and it's always looked like you two are best friends. So, come on… Don't fight."

Omi unfolded her arms and Ken's glare softened, but they still didn't say anything.

Aya looked at Omi, "Omi-nii… I know it's weird seeing Ken-nii like this, but actually, most guys are like that. They're all hentai."

Omi frowned. "I wasn't."

"Err… That's because that's you, Omi-nii."

"…… Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

Intelligent Aya turned her attention to Ken, "Ken-nii, I know it's hard to accept it, but Omi-nii's a girl now. It's only temporary but you'll get used to it, I'm sure."

"………… Yeah…" Ken looked up at Omi and smiled. Omi returned the smile. Ken held out a hand, "Friends again?"

"Hai," Omi accepted it and shook. "Best friends." She paused. "Ah what the heck!"

She dropped Ken's hand and tackled him.

"HEY!"

Aya raised her eyebrow at the tussle that ensued, but then she just laughed and shook her head. "This is not a good place, you idiots. We're still in the lingerie department. You can maul each other when we get back."

Ken and Omi stopped with their mini-wrestle to look up at her. Ken had managed to maneuver himself over Omi and Omi's hands were pushing at his chin and his chest. Ken had one hand on Omi's shoulder and the other on…

Aya winced, "Um… Ken-nii………"

Ken yelped. Omi blushed. They immediately got up and brushed themselves off.

"Sorry, Omi."

"N-no.. My fault…"

There was a bit of awkward silence for a while.

Omi broke it, "U-um… so… what are we going to do now?"

Aya brightened a bit. "Well.. You know… I was thinking… Omi-n-… Kasumi-chan really can't borrow my clothes forever… So… I was thinking that we can go to some other stores…"

"…More……"

"…… Shopping…?"

"Of course!" Aya tapped a finger against her chin. "I think there's this outfit in the store on the other side of the mall that Kasumi-chan would look really good in."

Ken and Omi gave each other looks.

Aya turned away from them, "Then again, there are some really good bargains right here, and the clothes aren't bad."

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"It's all a matter of finding the right clothes for the right prices! It's simple, really… Nee, guys?"

There was no response.

"Uh… Guys?"

Still no response.

"Guys?!" Aya turned toward them again and facefaulted.

Apparently, in fear of what else could happen that day, Ken and Omi had disappeared.

Aya stamped her foot and glared at their wake.

"Boys…"

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lol… I'm fond of abrupt endings.

Decided to make Aya-chan the peacemaker because I realized people might be annoyed by her.

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