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It so happened that Hisoka didn't have to tell them in the end. The fake Miaka opened her damn mouth and told them about Nuriko being a guy. The blakette facepalmed when the other crossdesser ran away, tearing trees as he passed, crying at Miaka that it was supposed to be a secret.
Hotohori claimed he never expected another man to be as beautiful as he was, which only caused the group to sweatdrop. Glancing around, Hisoka realized no one made a move of going after the purple head at all.
She sighed. "I'm gonna regret this" she grumbled, as she started walking to the direction Nuriko had taken off to, not even bothering to explain her actions.
It wasn't because she was worried for him, or something of that sort. Nuriko had supernatural strength, gifted from Suzaku himself, and if she wanted to get this journey over with, that strength was much needed and greatly appreciated.
Her thoughts soon stopped as she reached a small river. Nuriko was sulking, sitting at the bank, gazing at his reflection. Right at that moment, he looked so lonely. Just by looking at him, Hisoka remembered her own younger self, staring like that in the mirror, only moments before deciding her gender and emotional displays would be of no use to her father. Only moments before starting to see herself as a man.
Nuriko surely had dis own reasons for pretending to be a woman. Whatever those reasons were, he shouldn't feel the need to change his ways, just cause the others knew now.
Kneeling by him, she leaned close to look at his reflection, too. She opened her mouth to say something, then decided against it and closed it. Clearing her throat, ever before having experienced such awkwardness, she tried again. "For what it's worth, I think you'd make a beautiful woman" she mumbled in her usual uncaring tone.
Nuriko glared at her, and she hastily added "I mean, if it makes you feel better. "
The purple head's eye twitched with suppressed anger as he silently fumed. She immediately took notice and sighed, studying the grass beneath her knees.
"I'm not really good at this" she grumbled.
All of a sudden, she grabbed his ear and pulled hard. "Ow ow ow! Watch it! "
"Listen, I'm not good at comforting people or complimenting them, so just cheer up already" she glared at him. She was really annoyed with the fact he was unconsciously forcing her to show emotions for his own comfort. "And make it quick, your friends might be attacked by that imposter who pretends to be Miaka any moment now. "
The Suzaku Warrior gaped at the other young man (remember, he thinks Hisoka is a guy) . Then, his eyes softened and he chuckled. The poor boy, he didn't know how to socially interact with those around him, and was trying to make him feel better, but didn't know how to.
Still chuckling, he put his hand on the Genbu Warrior's head, mesmerized at how soft his black hair felt to his touch "Thanks, Hisoka. I appreciate it. Even if you're not really good with words. Tell me, you knew my secret from the start, didn't you? "
Hisoka nodded. "Such is my gift as a Genbu Warrior" he replied, just like that first night they met.
Nuriko blinked "Oh, right, you never really told us what kind of power you have. I thought it was that thing you did with the chain-sickle. "
"The kusarigamajutsu? " she shook her head "No, that's just something my mother taught me. My real power is to "see through" people. I know their weak points, can analyze their personalities, sometimes even get a little knowledge over their thoughts. "
"I see" the purple head relaxed and looked at the sky, when something the Japanese Warrior had said earlier came back to his mind with full force, and made him jump up. "Wait a sec! You said that Miaka is a fake?! "
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"A woman ... Is there one person in this group that tells the truth about their gender? "
"Don't look at me. "
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This is my version of what happened when Nuriko ran away after the imposter-Miaka told the others about his true gender.