Title: Strange Circumstances
Author: Janie Hart
Rating: NC-17 (Please be kind ;o; check the R section from now on after this chapter!)
Pairing: Watari/Terazuma...ish. References to Terazuma/Wakaba! TatsumixGirl!Terazuma also in this chapter. O-o Now I've ruined the surprise.
Chapter: 5
Comments: Does the pairing scare you? Just wait for the next chapters. This chapter goes by fast - I lack enough patience to sit through writing, so I admit this is rushed. :/ Keep tabs on my LJ :D

Strange Circumstances by Janie Hart
Part 5: Wild

Suppertime back at the Shokan Division was far less warming. Terazuma had barricaded himself in one of the hospital rooms and was determined to sleep the next few days out. He had laid on the bed, back straight, arms to his side, knees unbent, and tried to convince himself that he was tired and entirely comfortable. No matter that the cotton blankets were rough, the air too warm, the smells too sterile, and the ticking of the clock far too loud to his over-sensitized hearing.

Tick.

A minute passed as he stared at the back of his eyelids.

Tick

His stomach gurgled, hungry. If Wakaba had been there, she would have thrown a basket of food at him. Made with her feelings, an attached note would say, and ending with a shy little heart-shape.

What the hell is Kannuki-kun doing right now, he wondered, thoughts echoing through his mind a little more forlorn than he realized.

Yes, what is she doing, a little evil part of his mind answered with the sort of involuntary perverted glee young men were capable of.

She was with those girls, and that kid. And that earl. Who knows what things a slimy invisible man would inflict on to them. God damn, he thought, I should have given the kid some mace.

As any average hot-blooded man might think, thoughts of the three girls together with tangled limbs and all, jumped into his mind. The kid might be there, if they ambushed him. Of course, with the earl, toys and things of that such nature might be involved.

"Shut up, shut up!" he growled. Face flushed, Terazuma fidgeted and tossed around the bed in disgust. He could feel it sneaking up on him. That Freudian Ego stalking him with all its selfish wants and urges and needs; feral and wild like the Shiki-beast inside of him, except this time one-hundred percent human. A power within him - that was within all the Shinigami - burned and smoldered and wanted out, not caring how.

The more you ignore it, the worse it'll get.

"I can't do this anymore!" he said to the ceiling. The ceiling didn't answer, only looming over him in that moldy Swiss-cheese kind of way. Cheese. Food. What was the cafeteria serving?

BAM.

Someone was banging on the door, and for a strange moment Terazuma thought Wakaba had return to knock some sense into him like how she could knocked his Shikigami out when he transformed. Except, she would have been far more gentle with the door. It did not take the assault for long and slammed open.

"Oh Hajime-chaaaaaan! It's feeding time," Watari greeted, carrying a tray stacked with what he assumed was dinner.

"YOU can't call me that. And what makes you think I trust anything you give me?" Terazuma said, angry at the intrusion. "Get out."

"Ah, not even a thank-you?"

"That'll happen only if you can figure out a way to keep that damn Shikigami of mine away." He started to lean back down on the bed, returning to his previous goal of getting sleep.

Then, "I have it."

Terazuma stopped. "Have what?" he asked carefully.

"Have. Your. Solution," Watari answered with a smile. "To keep Kuro-chan from appearing."

"You're lying," he accused.

"It's the truth!"

"Then what is it! Another weird potion?"

"Yup!" The scientist beamed, a hit of mischief in his eyes. Watari set the tray on a lamp table, hitching his eyebrows up and down. "But it'll cost ya."

He sputtered, having an idea of what the blond wanted. "B-but that's bribery! Sexual bribery!"

"We're co-workers. We're all friends. Would it be that horrible?" Watari tried to coax him.

Terazuma stared at him, red eyes glowing. Suddenly, he sighed at flopped back to bed, his back turned to Watari in denial. "Not interested, Doc. Good night."

"Oh, come on!" he said, exasperated. "Holding yourself back like this just because of your pride isn't healthy! Be free to let go a little. I'm pretty sure you're long due for some release of stress."

"I'll deal with it by myself!" he said harshly, unmoving. "Or just give me whatever weird poison you've cooked up this time, and I wouldn't have this problem. Would you rather satisfy your own perversions and not help a so-called friend?"

"So mean…" Watari whined, a pout in his voice.

"It's true right?"

"Oh, fine!" There was a dip in the bed when the scientist sat. Terazuma turned to find Watari draping himself casually over the detective, a small vial of red-liquid in hand and a slight chastised look on his face. "Just take it, Mr. Honorable. Despite what you want to think, Tatsumi-san, Tsuzuki, and I want you to be happy too."

The man laying down took a moment to absorb the words before reaching up to grasp the ruby container. "I guess it won't kill me."

Watari cheered up immediately, as if reassured. "That's right!"

Terazuma glared at him. "But if anything really stupid happens, you will be the first to die." The blond just gulped.

All right, he told himself as he uncorked the vial, lets do this.

With one movement, he tilted his head back and drank the slightly sweet contents. He tossed the vial away and let it shatter in the wastebasket, waiting for something to happen.

"So? Feel any different yet?" Watari asked, eager.

He blinked, thinking. "Nope. I think this one's a dud, Doc."

A disappointed sigh. "I guess we can't really tell unless a woman or Bon was around - "

And then the room exploded with smoke. It wasn't hot, searing smoke, but damp, maybe like a mist. Terazuma abruptly found it harder to breath, so he and Watari stumbled quickly out of the room in a fit of coughing.

"Great going! What the hell was that?!" he shouted.

"Did it work?" Watari stared at him in shock. "Did it really work?"

"What worked?!"

Still stunned, Watari could only place a hand on Terazuma's newly formed breasts, and squeezed. "You're a… you're a…! Hajime-chan!" An extra squeeze, just to make sure they were there. His face turned bright red.

For a brief moment, Terazuma was frozen. But in that short expanse of time, his mind whirled and weighed his options. He had breasts. He was a woman. If he was to be a woman, would he transform into KaGanKokuShunGei when touched by another woman? What was Wakaba doing now? What was he going to do?

But one thing was for certain.

"Watari-san…" he said as sweetly as he could. At this moment, long-time goal for a sex-transformation potion achieved, it took everything for the scientist to tear his deliriously happy gaze away from Terazuma's chest.

"Yes?" Watari said, before realization dawned in his eyes.

"You die. Now."

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Terazuma ran into the restroom to hide before Watari recovered from his half-dead state and could insist on giving him - her - no, him! I'm a guy, damn it! - a "check-up". He locked himself in a stall and closed his eyes, hoping when he opened them it would be all some odd dream.

"I'm a guy, I'm a guy, I'm a guy," he muttered, then looked down. The two large scoops of flesh were still there, tight and poking through the button-up shirt. "Damn." And nothing was as disturbing as feeling the front of his pants to realize that something was missing.

He sat down on a toilet and waited, wondering if the scientist would look for him. When five minutes passed and nothing happened, Terazuma peeked out of the stall, and stepped out.

"Lose a pair, gain another." Terazuma stared at himself when he found a mirror. If he squinted at the reflection, it could have been another person, but looking carefully anyone could see the marks under his eyes. His face had narrowed a bit, but his ears were still pointed, elf-like. While those remained the same, his chest… his hips… it was strange to admit, but new body was a knock out. I actually look… good.

He was pleased by that fact.

Tentatively, Terazuma poked his breasts, self-consciously glancing around even though no one was there. "Ah, what the hell," he said, and gave his breasts an experimental squeeze. They were as soft as they look, and fell back into shape when he let go. Then the Shinigami took both by the base and squeezed forward until he reached his nipples, and pinched them gently. God, it was embarrassing how good that felt.

Emboldened, he watched his reflection as he slowly unbuttoned the shirt. "Nice, very nice." Stopping when an ample amount of cleavage was showing, he placed a hand on his hip, shifting his weight from left to right. He pouted at the mirror, and the reflection responded beautifully - it was oddly thrilling putting on this strip show for himself. Truly, who wouldn't be curious about their bodies if they were suddenly transformed into the opposite sex?

Almost shyly, Terazuma reached down and unzipped the fly of his pants. This… would be interesting. He wore boxers, which were blue and normally comfortable, but were riding up on him. Fascinated, and not able to hold his curiosity back any longer, he slipped a hand under the waistband of the boxers and into his crotch.

"My God!" he breathed.

At the same moment, the door opened.

"Excuse me, miss!" apologized an extremely flustered Tatsumi, who looked once and immediately turned his blue gaze. "I thought this was the men's restroom - " His eyes rested on the urinals and was confused for a second before looking back at Terazuma again.

"Um, sorry! I got the rooms mixed, not you!" Terazuma tried to hide his face with one hand, mortified at having been caught, and quickly zipping up his fly with the other. "Now, if you will excuse me - "

"…Wait." The secretary's tone of voice stopped him in his tracks. "I know you, don't I."

"In more ways than one," Terazuma growled, still shielding his face, but there was no hiding his ears.

Tatsumi balked. "Terazuma-san?"

"That's me..."

"What happened? How did - Watari," he said, finishing his train of thought.

"The Doc was trying to fix my problem with my transformations, but instead he fixed me!"

"You're hardly castrated," Tatsumi said, politely trying not to stare openly at Terazuma's half-open shirt.

"This is horrible," he - she - he! replied, slumping.

"I'll talk to Watari later." Tatsumi's eyes softened, seeing how humiliated the Shinigami was. More kindly, he said, "If it helps at all, you look very lovely, Terazuma-san."

Terazuma blushed, having a feeling where this would lead to. It wasn't as if he had never been with another man… but he held a respect for Tatsumi that was far above and beyond what he openly gave to the other Shinigami. Being with the secretary felt like skirting a line he couldn't quite name. So instead, he gave the man a look that he suspected was very coy. "You should see the rest of me." If you can't beat 'em…

"Is that an invitation?"

"I don't know. You tell me."

The man stepped completely into the restroom and let the door swing shut behind him.

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Assuredly alone, Tatsumi allowed himself a very small smile of amusement. Terazuma really made an attractive woman, if full of fiery glares and tosses of her… his tomboyish hair. He approached carefully, as one would a wild animal.

"May I ask, what were you doing earlier?" Tatsumi asked casually as he brushed a lock of black hair from crimson eyes.

"I was… I was - " he stuttered as the man ran his fingers through the short hair, vaguely reminiscent of petting.

Tatsumi slipped a hand around the woman's waist and pulled close. "Please, just relax." Tatsumi placed a kiss under Terazuma's eye-marks, and the other wrinkled his nose. He had always thought kisses were too personal.

"Ah… I was trying to sleep earlier," he sighed, tilting his head back and exposing his neck for Tatsumi to nuzzle.

"No, I mean, right before I walked in. Were you…" The secretary paused long enough to leave a swollen red circle on Terazuma's collar. "Touching yourself?"

That got a reaction. Terazuma shook himself, staring defiantly at his superior. "And if I was?" Tatsumi turned the man-turned-woman back towards the mirror, and wrapped both arms around his waist. "What was that for?"

"Show me," he answered, his glasses glinting in the reflection.

"Show… you?"

"What you were doing." A polite smile. "Please continue. Was it something like this…?" One strong hand took the other, slimmer hand and, using the buttons as their path, guided it up to Terazuma's breasts.

That was different. It was like he was tracing the contours of his own chest, fondling through the layer tight shirt, but it was Tatsumi who lead the way. "I always knew you were kind of kinky, Tatsumi-san," Terazuma moaned. He was still shy about his predicament, bracing himself for ridicule even when the secretary began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. "Damn if this isn't weird."

"Oh? I believe we should take strange circumstances in stride. After all, we are dead… and yet we still work, still eat and play, still can feel…" He highlighted the point by moving their hands over a bare breast, studying and pulling at a puckered nipple.

"R-right, whatever," Terazuma gasped, watching their reflections echo the movements. Was it somehow too weird to be turned on by yourself? The woman's face in the mirror was flushed, her lashes lowered and starting to glaze, while her curving body squirmed and heaved against the man behind her as he explored her breasts like a new toy. He shimmied around her to give them a playful lick of the tongue, biting just hard enough for Terazuma to double over at the sensation and lose sight of the mirror.

"Keep doing that," he panted, holding on to Tatsumi as if his life was at stake. But the man had other plans, and kissed the muscled stretch of belly as he ran a hand up the inside of a thigh. Terazuma jerked - it tickled - but Tatsumi steadied him. "Let me take these pants off."

"Let me help you," the secretary insisted, fingering the Shinigami's crotch through the fabric before sliding the zipper down and reaching under the waistband.

A groan was seduced out of Terazuma, and he couldn't stand any longer. Kicking off his pants and boxers, he knelt and sat down; opening his legs for what ever Tatsumi was going to do with him.

The man slipped a finger into him, caressing the sensitive nub at the front. "You seem to be quite ready." He pulled his hand out, showing just how damp Terazuma was.

"Ah… so are you," he noted, gesturing towards the sizable bulge in Tatsumi's pants.

"May I? Is it all right for me to…?"

Terazuma nodded his permission, comforted that he would even ask. Tatsumi pushed his clothing far enough down to free his erection, and stroked himself with Terazuma's wetness. Leaning over him, the man's hardness pressed against the entrance.

Leaning back on an elbow, and an arm hooked around Tatsumi, his growl came out more like a purr. "Get on with it." He did, slipping in and causing Terazuma to sigh and hold him harder.

They began slow as possible, working to get into a stable rhythm, trying to allow the other to set the beat. But soon they were moving faster against each other, Terazuma gasping and arching, realizing what was that "full" sensation women got. He could feel Tatsumi's fresh heat thrusting inside him, so different and amazing in this body. There was a slow burning inside his belly that grew stronger with each grind.

"Terazuma-san, I'm - " Tatsumi held back no longer, forcing himself deep inside. Terazuma gave up and clung to Tatsumi, grasping his own breasts with the other hand, feeling his own orgasm bun through his body like lava and the pleasure lasting seemingly forever as the secretary pumped in and out of him.

Finally, just when they didn't have any strength to go on, it ended, and they fell onto each other in a tangle of arms and legs. Tatsumi was kissing him again, this time passionately on the mouth, but Terazuma couldn't work up the will to turn away.

"You don't have to be so careful with me all the time," Terazuma murmured, between kisses. The man was playing with his hair again. "I'm not like Tsuzuki."

Tatsumi stopped at that, looking surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Relax, don't hide it. I'm probably not the best person to talk to, but he'll be fine - but you're the one still having intimacy issues."

The secretary was affronted by that, and sat up. "I'm sorry if I did anything wrong."

"No, no, just listen - in bed you can treat a man, a woman, like they're a god. So slow, so polite and gentle, like only they matter and nothing else. But then you walk away. You can do that with me, but you can't always do that with everyone, and one day it'll piss someone off."

Tatsumi stood up, gripping his pants so they wouldn't fall down. "Excuse me, I'm going to clean up. I have to get back to work."

"Fine, go ahead," Terazuma mumbled, slumping back to the floor and snuggling his pants which were nearby. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the faucet and a grunt as Tatsumi used paper towels to wipe himself dry. "Don't tell Watari I'm here."

"I won't," he said as he zipped up and straightened his clothing. The man was walking out, his pace clipped, when he had second thoughts. Turning back, he sighed. "Thank-you for everything, Terazuma-san."

And Tatsumi left.

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To Be Continued

Notes: Although Terazuma's a girl now thanks (or not) to Watari, I still used "he" when talking about him because for all intents and purposes he's still a man in his mind.