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In Sheep's Clothing, fic, (Tsubasa, PG-13/R)
Title: In Sheep's Clothing
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dev_chieftain
Rating: PG-13/R
Warnings: Spoilers through V.17 of Tsubasa manga.
Summary: Kurogane and Fai rescue the kids. For the prompt "Cross-dressing - Rose of impropriety / with thorns to hide your feeling".
AN: Sorry about the delay on this. Catching up today. (Was meant for Feb. 7.)
Kurogane doesn't seem to have a problem with it, but Kurogane doesn't make a pretty girl. Kurogane looks imposing and dangerously masculine, even in satin underthings the color of lilac, even with this dark dress wrapped about his body, even with his velvet cloak trailing over him, concealing the artificial nature of the curve of his hips, his breasts, flowing about him as he moves with the same silent determination that has always characterized him.
It is not the same for Fai.
He feels obvious, even though he isn't the one wearing a wig and crowned with jewelry to make his face more fair. He feels naked, even though he too is wearing a cloak, and a dress over his own silken, white underthings. It's difficult to breathe past the tight lacing that holds padding to his chest and below his waist, granting him a figure that almost doesn't fit his bony-thin arms and depressingly gawkish legs. He can't bring himself to smile because he doesn't feel cheer, hiding like this in plain sight, hair dyed red and curled, eyes downcast and the unfamiliar feel of lipstick undeniably hanging off of his lips.
They move quickly, silently, for they have a mission: the children are captive, prisoners accused of stealing from a noble house, and slated to a public hanging in the morning. No one is allowed anywhere near the jail-- no one but policemen and prostitutes, in this disgustingly corrupt city. A nobleman might deign to go there as well, now and again, to drop a complaint about this or that peasant and have them summarily put to justice as soon as the police could find them, but otherwise it was a place that even the wealthy would prefer to avoid at all costs.
The police themselves were minor nobility by right of their profession, and on the whole were a decent group of people, in most cases; but here in Esillc, even those who were meant to stand for justice tended to care little about the workings of the world, so long as they were rewarded handsomely when they performed the barest minutiae of their job.
That all is the reason why they are dressed like this; why Kurogane has practiced speaking in falsetto for the last two hours, to maintain the disguise as best he can. They need to get inside the jailhouse with Mokona and free the children no matter what it takes, and he intends to do it.
Fai is trying to keep his balance in shoes that don't feel as though they quite fit. He is overwhelmingly aware of every piece of clothing that is clinging to his skin. He is nervously wondering if the illusion he cast to mask his missing eye and, while he was at it, make them both appear to possess female bodyparts should the need arise, is actually working or not.
Since Tokyo, he has felt very sick whenever he uses his magic. Since Tokyo, being near Kurogane has been a struggle of will against hope.
Since Tokyo, he has wanted to protect the children no matter the cost-- and Kurogane and Mokona, too-- and he's frightened of himself, of that part of himself. Of the possibility that, somehow, he has forgotten the most important thing, the reason he left Celes in the first place.
They're both tense and silent, then, as they step out into the darker streets that are near to the police station, Kurogane simply focused, Fai distracted. It's an effort to realize that they must act coy to seduce their way inside the police station, and he thinks he'll be sick if he has to do it.
So imagine his surprise when, without a word of warning, Kurogane begins coming on to another man, making up a story about where "she" comes from, to be so tall, letting him grab "her" breasts and grip "her" ass, smiling invitingly and laughing as he guides her hand to his crotch.
There's a burn in his throat, and he has to fight to catch himself before he interrupts. He doesn't understand it, but he can't stop watching, as if by doing so he will somehow stop Kurogane from going "too far".
Suddenly, Fai doesn't know how far is too far, or how far Kurogane would go. He feels weak in the knees. His face is hot. Kurogane is whispering something secret into the man's ear, and glances over his shoulder, red eyes smouldering, to nod at Fai. Come on, they say, calmly, coldly, as though none of this matters and Fai isn't struggling with anger and hurt to remain impassive through it all. He'll take us inside.
It's Kurogane who lets the police officers escort "her" through the doors, takes off "her" cloak and bends over slowly, slowly at the front desk, boredly examining the paperwork left there as if "she" is trying to look smart, quickly noting who is in what cell before laughing to "herself". "What, kids?" "she" says merrily, turning about and throwing "her" arms out over the desk, leaning back against it, hips cocked at an extremely provocative angle. "I hate kids. Are they getting the gallows tomorrow?"
The policemen laugh and tell "her" yes, they are-- scrawny boy with a concussion, and a girl with ginger hair. "Kind of looks like your quiet friend here," says one of them, leering at Fai. (He's glad that the flush of anger is more obvious than the fact that he's panicking as he demurely looks away, eyes downcast.) "But they're over that way. Stole some trinket from the duke. He said--" they all share a hideous bout of laughter, their voices grating on Fai's mind like stones being crushed against boulders. "--he wants the girl's body after, since he thinks she swallowed it so's we couldn't return it to him."
Kurogane laughs heartily with them, until they begin to grow uneasy because "she" is still laughing, until they begin to get annoyed because now they think "she's" crazy.
Then her voice goes deep as hell, and she smiles evil at them all.
"You're gonna wish I was in the mood to kill you all," Kurogane tells them, and attacks, breaking the first one's wrist and kicking him into the second, dodging around them, leaping and snarling like a wild animal. He punches a fourth in the face, disables them all with his bare hands before they, armed with guns, can fully recover from the shock of his voice and realize he's a man. He breaks them badly-- leaves them bleeding and bludgeoned, kicks some that are already down for the sake of ensuring they stay there, and he's grinning the whole time, like he's mad, like he could do this forever.
Fai can't do anything but watch, and when it's over, and all they have to do is go to free the children, Kurogane finally looks at him.
"It's okay now," he says, and his voice is different again-- powerful, but calm, all of the hate and anger and murder in his expression have faded away. "Come on." And Fai thinks, nervous still as he follows, that if he's already willing to let Kurogane lead him to the end of the universes and back, it is probably already too late.
Author/Artist:
dev_chieftainRating: PG-13/R
Warnings: Spoilers through V.17 of Tsubasa manga.
Summary: Kurogane and Fai rescue the kids. For the prompt "Cross-dressing - Rose of impropriety / with thorns to hide your feeling".
AN: Sorry about the delay on this. Catching up today. (Was meant for Feb. 7.)
Kurogane doesn't seem to have a problem with it, but Kurogane doesn't make a pretty girl. Kurogane looks imposing and dangerously masculine, even in satin underthings the color of lilac, even with this dark dress wrapped about his body, even with his velvet cloak trailing over him, concealing the artificial nature of the curve of his hips, his breasts, flowing about him as he moves with the same silent determination that has always characterized him.
It is not the same for Fai.
He feels obvious, even though he isn't the one wearing a wig and crowned with jewelry to make his face more fair. He feels naked, even though he too is wearing a cloak, and a dress over his own silken, white underthings. It's difficult to breathe past the tight lacing that holds padding to his chest and below his waist, granting him a figure that almost doesn't fit his bony-thin arms and depressingly gawkish legs. He can't bring himself to smile because he doesn't feel cheer, hiding like this in plain sight, hair dyed red and curled, eyes downcast and the unfamiliar feel of lipstick undeniably hanging off of his lips.
They move quickly, silently, for they have a mission: the children are captive, prisoners accused of stealing from a noble house, and slated to a public hanging in the morning. No one is allowed anywhere near the jail-- no one but policemen and prostitutes, in this disgustingly corrupt city. A nobleman might deign to go there as well, now and again, to drop a complaint about this or that peasant and have them summarily put to justice as soon as the police could find them, but otherwise it was a place that even the wealthy would prefer to avoid at all costs.
The police themselves were minor nobility by right of their profession, and on the whole were a decent group of people, in most cases; but here in Esillc, even those who were meant to stand for justice tended to care little about the workings of the world, so long as they were rewarded handsomely when they performed the barest minutiae of their job.
That all is the reason why they are dressed like this; why Kurogane has practiced speaking in falsetto for the last two hours, to maintain the disguise as best he can. They need to get inside the jailhouse with Mokona and free the children no matter what it takes, and he intends to do it.
Fai is trying to keep his balance in shoes that don't feel as though they quite fit. He is overwhelmingly aware of every piece of clothing that is clinging to his skin. He is nervously wondering if the illusion he cast to mask his missing eye and, while he was at it, make them both appear to possess female bodyparts should the need arise, is actually working or not.
Since Tokyo, he has felt very sick whenever he uses his magic. Since Tokyo, being near Kurogane has been a struggle of will against hope.
Since Tokyo, he has wanted to protect the children no matter the cost-- and Kurogane and Mokona, too-- and he's frightened of himself, of that part of himself. Of the possibility that, somehow, he has forgotten the most important thing, the reason he left Celes in the first place.
They're both tense and silent, then, as they step out into the darker streets that are near to the police station, Kurogane simply focused, Fai distracted. It's an effort to realize that they must act coy to seduce their way inside the police station, and he thinks he'll be sick if he has to do it.
So imagine his surprise when, without a word of warning, Kurogane begins coming on to another man, making up a story about where "she" comes from, to be so tall, letting him grab "her" breasts and grip "her" ass, smiling invitingly and laughing as he guides her hand to his crotch.
There's a burn in his throat, and he has to fight to catch himself before he interrupts. He doesn't understand it, but he can't stop watching, as if by doing so he will somehow stop Kurogane from going "too far".
Suddenly, Fai doesn't know how far is too far, or how far Kurogane would go. He feels weak in the knees. His face is hot. Kurogane is whispering something secret into the man's ear, and glances over his shoulder, red eyes smouldering, to nod at Fai. Come on, they say, calmly, coldly, as though none of this matters and Fai isn't struggling with anger and hurt to remain impassive through it all. He'll take us inside.
It's Kurogane who lets the police officers escort "her" through the doors, takes off "her" cloak and bends over slowly, slowly at the front desk, boredly examining the paperwork left there as if "she" is trying to look smart, quickly noting who is in what cell before laughing to "herself". "What, kids?" "she" says merrily, turning about and throwing "her" arms out over the desk, leaning back against it, hips cocked at an extremely provocative angle. "I hate kids. Are they getting the gallows tomorrow?"
The policemen laugh and tell "her" yes, they are-- scrawny boy with a concussion, and a girl with ginger hair. "Kind of looks like your quiet friend here," says one of them, leering at Fai. (He's glad that the flush of anger is more obvious than the fact that he's panicking as he demurely looks away, eyes downcast.) "But they're over that way. Stole some trinket from the duke. He said--" they all share a hideous bout of laughter, their voices grating on Fai's mind like stones being crushed against boulders. "--he wants the girl's body after, since he thinks she swallowed it so's we couldn't return it to him."
Kurogane laughs heartily with them, until they begin to grow uneasy because "she" is still laughing, until they begin to get annoyed because now they think "she's" crazy.
Then her voice goes deep as hell, and she smiles evil at them all.
"You're gonna wish I was in the mood to kill you all," Kurogane tells them, and attacks, breaking the first one's wrist and kicking him into the second, dodging around them, leaping and snarling like a wild animal. He punches a fourth in the face, disables them all with his bare hands before they, armed with guns, can fully recover from the shock of his voice and realize he's a man. He breaks them badly-- leaves them bleeding and bludgeoned, kicks some that are already down for the sake of ensuring they stay there, and he's grinning the whole time, like he's mad, like he could do this forever.
Fai can't do anything but watch, and when it's over, and all they have to do is go to free the children, Kurogane finally looks at him.
"It's okay now," he says, and his voice is different again-- powerful, but calm, all of the hate and anger and murder in his expression have faded away. "Come on." And Fai thinks, nervous still as he follows, that if he's already willing to let Kurogane lead him to the end of the universes and back, it is probably already too late.
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