Title: ARR! (#002)
Author: Red and Blue
Characters/Pairings: Fuji/Echizen
Word Count: 1040
Summary: In which Echizen is violated.
Author's Notes (Blue): Echizen is jailbait in a cap. Only I don't think he has a cap in the setting in this fic. Which makes him just jailbait... I'll take it!

To Kaiserin Tammy: Your review really heartened us... Thank you:) However, I'm sorry to say that there isn't much Tezuka/Echizen in this chapter, but, uh, (checks draft). You can expect it a couple of chapters down the road. I also apologise for any OOC -- it's more for the humour. And the crack. Red has a really bad tendency to degenerate into crack.

"The first thing you have to do is to strip out of those wet clothes."

Echizen tugged at his shirt dubiously. "I don't have any change in clothing."

"Well then," Fuji said brightly. "I guess you'll just have to walk around naked." He smiled at the look of horror that crept over Echizen's face. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. We're all men on this ship. And you look very cute."

The boy wrapped his arms himself reflexively. "I don't like people looking at me that way."

"But you'll get sick if you don't get yourself dry."

"I'll catch a cold if I don't have anything to wear too. Look, don't you guys have a stash of spare clothes lying around or something?" Echizen was increasingly bothered by the expression on Fuji's face, which was downright creepy. He wasn't the type to back down from confrontations, but he would have run out in a heartbeat if Fuji wasn't between him and the cabin door.

Another smile. "We do. I need to dig in the stores for it, though, since we haven't had someone your size join our crew for a long time. Why don't you make yourself comfortable here first? These will be your quarters, and I'm sure there's a towel somewhere around..." Fuji rummaged in a set of drawers, and moments later he held up something. "Here."

The scraggly piece of cloth that barely passed off as a towel was taken off his hands quickly. Echizen retreated to the opposite corner of the room almost immediately after, but instead of drying himself off, he remained still.

"What are you waiting for, Echizen?" Fuji stepped closer towards the younger boy, practically backing him into a corner. "Do you need me to--"

"You can stay right there. No. Um. I thought you were going to find me clothes." A pause, and remembering his position on the ship, Echizen added rather belatedly, "Fuji-senpai."

The boatswain sighed. "Must I leave now? I want to see you strip."

"Yes. Please."

"Since you asked so nicely, I can't say no, can I?"

With that, Fuji left the cabin. Just when Echizen thought that he was safe from lecherous leers, Fuji poked his head back in. "I'll be expecting to see you naked and waiting for me later! Don't run away!"

What is with that guy...

When he was certain that Fuji had left for real, Echizen finally divested himself of his damp clothing and dried himself the best he could. Following that, he performed a series of stretches -- his body ached from being cramped in the hold for hours before Momoshiro had found him. The events of the day began to catch up with Echizen, though, and he settled himself on a chair. It wasn't long before he dozed off, clutching the rag of a towel in his lap.

Sleep had a funny way of condensing time. It might have been evening when he was shown into the cabin, but Echizen peered at the room through sleepy, lidded eyes, and silver beams of moonlight greeted him. As well as a series of feather-light touches caressing his bare back, starting from the base of his spine all the way up to where his dark hair brushed his neck.

He was inclined to dismiss it all as a dream cooked up by his hormonal teenage imagination until he could see, as well as feel fingers creeping over his exposed shoulder, clearly intent on making his chest their playground. They weren't the kind he dreamt about; they were delicate and slender and girly...

Fully awake now, Echizen leapt out of his chair. "WTF?"

"Now, now, Echizen. There's no need to sound so shocked." Fuji's outwardly innocent, smiling visage greeted him. "I did tell you I'll get you clothes. And I found some really cute outfits that look like they fit you."

"You were touching me."

"Did you like it?" Fuji leaned forward, strands of hair tickling Echizen's nose as the sudden movement mode them swag hypnotically. There were alone, it was dark, and the boatswain's slitted gaze made the boy feel very naked -- in more ways than one.

"No. Could I have the clothes, please?" Casting his eyes about the dark room, Echizen was dismayed to notice that even the pole of his sodden clothing left on the floor had disappeared while he had slept.. "Uh, Fuji-sempai?" The last part was added for good measure.

"Ah... Clothes..." Fuji straightened and tapped his chin reflectively with a long, slim finger. "But Echizen, I think you look so much better without them."

"I'll catch a cold!" Fuji was advancing again, with a distinctly predatory look in his slitted blue eyes now and the still-uninitiated cabin boy hoped the desperate plea to logic would work. It didn't.

"Mmm, I can think of other ways to prevent that." That was an indignant (and panicked) squeal as Fuji pounced, followed by the thud of bodies hitting the wooden floor.

"Ow."

"Oh, I'm sorry Echizen. Are you alright?"

"...Fuji-sempai, you're heavy."

The boatswain gave an apologetic laugh as he stood and helped Echizen to his feet. Seemingly from nowhere, he produced a shirt and a pair of pants. Echizen glared distrustingly at him for a full thirty seconds before grabbing the garments. When it became apparent Fuji would give him no privacy even now, he proceeded to put them on with a sigh. It was too annoying, really, being left naked and wet, then molested...

"What's that, Echizen?" The tensai smiled sweetly but Echizen wasn't fooled by it.

"Why didn't you just give me the clothes earlier?" The boy repeated sullenly. Fuji's smile, if it was possible, widened further.

"A little exercise is good for warming up the body."

Echizen felt his left eyebrow twitch. "You were groping me before that."

"Just a massage. Good for blood circulation."

Echizen's jaw dropped a couple of times in a fairly accurate goldfish imitation. Fuji flashed another blinding smile.

"Now get changed. Wouldn't want our efforts to be undone and for you to catch a cold. We might have to start over again."

Echizen managed to clothe himself in the kind of time usually reserved for stripping fast enough to tear buttons and sleeves.

Originally posted: 01/01/2007
Last modified: 27/01/2007