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storypaint) wrote2009-12-28 12:52 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-12-28 12:52 pm
A Messy Process (Sou/Ichijo)
Title: A Messy Process
Fandom: Afterschool Nightmare
Length: 119 words
Prompt: Three-Sentence Fic-a-thon: After School Nightmare, Sou/Ichijo, still a boy
Pairing: slight Sou/Ichijo
Other: The idea here is that after incarnation Ichijo still has the problems he had before-- he feels like a man in a woman's body.
Excerpt: No one knew how off kilter (s)he felt sometimes, stumbling in high heels.
Ichijo was good with secrets-- a woman always was, right-- and no one knew how off kilter (s)he felt sometimes, stumbling in high heels, wetting (her) his lips and wishing for something different than gloss.
Sou knew-- a man always finds out, a man always fights-- he knew somehow, in a manner that terrified Ichijo, because how should a stranger know his core so well?
"You are a boy still, aren't you?" Sou whispered against Ichijo's skin, biting Ichijo's lip, making him spill and spill and spill out, crying like a woman, right-- and the word he cried was, "Yes," and that was when Sou stepped away in disgust, because Ichijo would never be who he wanted herherher him to be.
Fandom: Afterschool Nightmare
Length: 119 words
Prompt: Three-Sentence Fic-a-thon: After School Nightmare, Sou/Ichijo, still a boy
Pairing: slight Sou/Ichijo
Other: The idea here is that after incarnation Ichijo still has the problems he had before-- he feels like a man in a woman's body.
Excerpt: No one knew how off kilter (s)he felt sometimes, stumbling in high heels.
Ichijo was good with secrets-- a woman always was, right-- and no one knew how off kilter (s)he felt sometimes, stumbling in high heels, wetting (her) his lips and wishing for something different than gloss.
Sou knew-- a man always finds out, a man always fights-- he knew somehow, in a manner that terrified Ichijo, because how should a stranger know his core so well?
"You are a boy still, aren't you?" Sou whispered against Ichijo's skin, biting Ichijo's lip, making him spill and spill and spill out, crying like a woman, right-- and the word he cried was, "Yes," and that was when Sou stepped away in disgust, because Ichijo would never be who he wanted herherher him to be.