About to loose his - or her - mind wearing frilly underwear
Characters: Yzak Joule (bitchy_duelist ) & Dearka Elthman (buster_gunner )
When: first day of the Gender-Bender event
Where: Yzak and Dearka's apartment
Rating: PG
Summary: Dearka comes back after searching for new clothes for Yzak, since the latter has been turned in a girl. Though Yzak isn't really amused to see what kind of clothes the set includes, moreover his new developed feelings leave him being confused ...
When Yzak left the bathroom he was really glad that Dearka wasn't there for about the first time since he had been picked up by him. It wasn't really about Dearka himself but rather about the fact that he absolutely did not want Dearka to see him NOW.
Yzak's problem was that he had been turned into a girl over night due to some weird event affecting most of the city.
He just did not want to be called cute and adorable all day, which would have definitely occured if Yzak had shown himself instead of burying himself under a bunch of pillow and sheets. They had only communicated over the PCD, because Yzak did not want to take the risk of hearing his own voice, which seemed to have changed as well, he just did not want to find out in which way.
Putting on one of his normal T-shirts he recognized again how tiny he was now. 160cm. The shirt fell losely around his shoulders, looking more like a dress due to the fact that it almost reached his knees. He had imagined taking shower with that body to be even stranger than it really was, since he held his eyes closed tightly for most of it, only checking sometimes to not trip over his own feet while turning around. There wasn't much to see either way. He had noticed that he was rather flat before compared to everyone else who had been changed into a girl at least.
1, 60, 1, 60...
How weird. Yzak must have really shrunk due to that turning-into-the-opposite-gender-thing. Dearka had gone out to search for some casual boy-clothes for Yzak, and a pair of plateau-shoes, so that Yzak won't have to look up to him the whole time.
Another thing which was pretty weird. Yzak was strangely self-conscious about his, well, sizes. As if it did matter to Dearka if he wasn't the perfect 90-60-90. Because it didn't matter to him. What mattered to him was Yzak, and well, that he could cope with that situation. Even if it did... strange things to his friend.
Dearka tried hard not to be too nervous about it. Perhaps it were just... the new hormones, right? As he reached the door, he coughed slightly, before he knocked on it.
As he heard the knock on the door Yzak recognized with shock that the moment he somehow had feared so much, the moment where his much-too-girly-self meet his best friend, who just had stated that he liked him more than just a friend. The really weird thing about that had been his own reply though. When Yzak had listened to his heart for once he had to admit that he felt the same way about Dearka as well. The confusion about this fact still lingered on his mind.
He had wondered when he was looking into the cracked mirror in the bathroom what exactly Dearka's reaction might me like. There were far too many possibilities for it. It wasn't easy to judge Dearka. At least not in such a situation.
Yzak stepped to the door, after checking that he really had put clothes on, at least a Tshirt and underwear, which he was too nervous to be sure about now, and opened it slowly.
Dearka tried not to blink at what he saw. Yzak... had really shrunk. And was... like he had always put it, really tiny. And well... he looked cute, kind of. But that didn't matter now.
"Is it okay for you... if I come in? Or do you first try on some clothes and I'll wait here outside?", Dearka asked, showing Yzak the clothes he had found. Well, usually, they didn't mind if they changed clothes in front of each other, but this situation well... changed quite some things, didn't it? And since Yzak was a girl now...
Yzak nodded to the second possibility, trying not to show any reaction himself, seeing the surprise in Dearka's purple eyes. Still refusing to speak a word, afraid what might come from his lips, he took the bag from Dearka's hands and shut the door again.
He somehow did not like leaving him alone on the corridor, but it could not be helped. Changing in front of Dearka would be too embarrassing. He had never had a problem with it before but ... this totally changed everything.
Walking to his bed, which he sat down onto, he began unpacking the things Dearka had got for him. A few pairs of trousers, -which were apperantly still the ones for girls but looked rather normal -, a few T-shirts, socks, but- What was this?
Yzak stared at the frail cloth in his hands. He could not be serious about this, could he?
What Yzak held was a panty.
Dearka leaned onto the wall next to the door, waiting till Yzak finished changing his clothes. He didn't know if everything was appropriate, but he couldn't help with finding anything better.
Oh, this awkwardness was still strange. Well, he actually had been joking around as he had flirted with Yzak... but his silverhaired friend seemed to take it more serious than he thought. Well, not that Dearka mind that, since he really liked Yzak a lot, but...
He sighed. This problem wouldn't be solved here. And by now, Yzak should have finished with changing clothes. "Yzak? Can I come in now?"
Yzak began to shake his head, only to end up reminding himself that Dearka would not be able to see this through the wall. He began to hurry a little, jumping into the trousers and changed into one of the other T-shirts, which actually fitted really good, he had to admit.
Just when he wanted to grip one of the panties, in order to through them into Dearka's face, he suddenly noticed that there was something he hadn't seen yet, something underneath. Slightly shaking now, he took it, together with the panties and headed for the door. In one move he opened the door and threw the two things he held straight into Dearka's face. Panties and a bra.
Exactly in this moment Yzak, who looked as embarrassed as he really felt, blushing all over, realized that it would not be long until he and Dearka would both be able to hear his new voice. Clear and loud.
Thanks to years of military training, Dearka catched some clothes which were thrown at him just in time before they actually reached his face. He took a look at them. Panties and bra. Than he looked at Yzak, who was clerly angered at the whole situation. Or rather, at the clothes Dearka had brought him.
"What's the matter, Yzak? You need to... wear them. Even if you don't like it...", he said in a calm voice before he tried to give them back to Yzak.
Yzak took a deep breath before he answered Dearka, since he would need the air he new.
"What the hell are you thinking?!", he began shouting at him, leaning forward to be a bit closer to decrease the distance he could not in another way after shrinking this much. "I'm still a boy, you idiot!" It was pure irony that his voice and appearence presented the complete opposite of his words.
His voice was sounding as girly as he had feared, it was pretty high, but comfortable to listen to, turning the hard words he had thrown straight at Dearka into a something close to singing. It fit to his new face, he had to admit himself, which looked at lot like a much younger version of his mother, with long lashes and smooth skin. He had become adorable, which was a bitter fact in his own eyes.
Some things never change, even if you change your gender, appearantly. Yzak was as bitchy as always. But Dearka didn't mind that. He had put up with that for years now, so... he wouldn't feel threated now, especially with Yzak being so... tiny... and cute.
Dearka raised his hands in defence. "If I may point out Yzak...", he pointed at Yzak's... well, small breasts. "You're currently not a boy, but a girl. And well... girls wear things like that. It's usual. And I don't tell you to wear these things forever..."
Somehow, the amusing thought of what would have happened if he had brought a tanga entered Dearka's mind, but he dismissed the idea immeadietly, since he still valued his life.
"I hope you really won't try to tell me such a thing! It would be at least better for your health!!", Yzak answered, "I don't want to wear these things... No one will see me either way, so who cares?!", he asked him, blushing some more. Even imagining to wear these things felt weird. He didn't care if that was normal for girls to wear these things because it was not normal at all for him!
His eyes turned to look at the panty and bra in Dearka's hands again. "Even if it is necessary to wear these ...", which he still did not believe or care about, " ... why did you have to bring these?! They are covered with frills, laces and ribbons!" At least these facts could have impossibly been necessary, Yzak was sure.
Dearka scratched the back of his head. "Come on - I mean, see Yzak, I didn't find anything else. So... I guess you have to put up with that. You can wear the boxers, but the bra... well, you will need it," he stated calmly. It would be a pity if Yzak didn't wear those, since... well, somehow, it fit Yzak's new looks, but he couldn't really do anything about it.
Dearka started to chew on his lower lip. Well, how is he going to put this best? Than he decided not to think about it. Provocative always worked best with Yzak. And he was going to say it like that. "Unless you want your... new grown breasts to bounce everytime you move."
"I won't listen to any of your stupid excuses, Dearka.", Yzak muttered, as he turned his head away, closing his eyes. He was pretty sure that this more than a plan than pure accident, sure that Dearka had searched for things that might suit him. "Your suggestion would look more than rediculous, too, you know?", he added, mostly to his own surprise.
Did he really care what he might look like? Or was it just that his normal underwear was too wide for him to wear comfortably anyways? But somehow he really thought about how he would look.
After a few seconds he opened his eyes, which were bigger than they usually were now, again, in order to face Dearka. "The-they will do ... what?!", he asked, more than simply shock showing in his pale blue eyes.
Dearka covered with one hand his face, just for simply trying not to despair in this situation. After all, it wasn't an all-day-scenario to explain your usually male friend to wear - well, girl underwear. So just don't loose the nerves, right? It was all a matter of patience.
"Come on, Yzak, I just searched something of your size, okay? Even though I must admit, I thought these ones would suit you best..."
Dearka sighed at Yzak's question. Clearly, his future commander had never shown any interest into the other sex, but... that he didn't even know that? "Your breasts... they will start to bounce when you move around, especially when you move around fast..."
Every once in a while Yzak truly hated himself for being right about Dearka, for knowing him maybe too good. Such a moment now had come again. "Which is ... why I should wear them? To thank you for your afford?"
Yzak tried to not glare at him, but wasn't sure himself if he succeeded. This whole situation was simply ... too strange to be true. Discussing the matter on the corridor did not really help in making it less rediculous either, which was why Yzak decided to take Dearka's hand and lead him into their room, unsure if he would need to end up shouting or not.
Sightly confused Yzak turned away from his comrade and touched his breasts lightly. With a shock he noticed that they were so soft that they might really do as Dearka said. Could there really be no way to avoid wearing these ... frilly things?
Stay calm, just stay calm, Dearka Elthman.
"Not for my effort, you should wear them for your own good. It won't help me at all", he tried to expalin Yzak. Okay, pehaps he should have searched further... for sport-like things? Since he was pretty sure Yzak won't go for... the erotic ones. But he didn't know Yzak's taste in... girl-underwear, so...
He let himself lead into the room, since he agreed with Yzak silently - the corridor wasn't exactly the appropriate place to discuss things like underwear.
Dearka raised an eyebrow as Yzak touched his breasts. He still didn't made himself familiar with his temporary new body?
"Yzak?"
"Then tell me what your problem is, Dearka! Noone will see me like this, except for you. If you don't have a problem with a bounching chest, then why should I wear this ...thing at all?" Yzak wasn't playing dump, he truly believed in his own words just as he said them.
"Y-yes?", Yzak flinched and turned around again, noticing that he must have touched them more than would have been necessary, as he had been drifting to his thoughts again. As his and Dearka's eyes met, Yzak could feel how his cheeks suddenly heated up again, flushing in bright red.
Dearka ran a hand through his blond locks. "It's not my problem if they bounce, it's just for your sake. I think... it would be irritating if... something moves the whole time there..."
Well, it wasn't really his problem if Yzak didn't want to wear it. The bra was for his sake, and well, if Yzak prefered them bouncing, he wouldn't really go and stop him.
"You're still... unfamiliar? With your new body?", he asked, trying not to be irritated by Yzak's blush and just moved closer and put a hand on Yzak's shoulder.
"Well, it isn't something you get used to in ... a few hours, Dearka.", Yzak told his friend calmly, highly embarrassed. As he brushed to his own hair he noticed that it was still dripping wet. He had truly been disturbed by Dearka and forgotten about it! "I ... well, have taken a shower ... while you weren't around... but ...", he sighed heavily. This was going to be the weirdest thing he'd ever tell Dearka, he was pretty positive about.
"When I look at myself ... I don't even have the feeling I can recognize that it's me I'm looking at. My face ... is just horrible this way! I look like I was some kind of doll ..." The worst thing about that fact was ... that his body resembled this image as well.
"I guess that's true, but...", Dearka tried to find words. He had never been in a situation like this. Not with Yzak, so... he had carefully to figure out what to say to him.
"Your face... looks kinda nice like that", he said with a soft smile, but quickly added something. "B-but don't worry. It's most likely again only for a week. And you'll be your old self again, so... don't worry too much about it. That doesn't really suit you."
"Do you really think so?" The heat even increased, leaving his cheeks burning. Why was he blushing all the time? Becuase of these almost rediculous compliments? Or ... might it be because it was Dearka who was giving them to him?
"I kinda ... don't like my body at all ... too short... too much of a flat chest ... and I'm too heavy for my height..." Those words made him sound like a real girl for the first time, he had to admit himself, but fact was: He really thought and worried about those things.
"I know that it doesn't", he sighed. One week and it would be over. Somehow he was glad that only Dearka would see him that way, he would truly die from embarrassment if others would do. But wait! Didn't he ask for going out in one of the messages? "Are you ... still willing to go for a walk with me?", he asked, half worried, half nervous.
"Yzak...", Dearka sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Like I said, you like.. fine like this. Don't give it any more thought. You don't really want to impress someone now, do you?"
Just why was Yzak so worried about... such things? It seemed to be a healthy weight for once, considering they didn't have one most of the time, and it was nice, wasn't it?
"Oh, that...", Dearka remembered. "Well, a walk would be indeed nice, but I don't want to force you or anything... if you're too uncomfortable, we don't have to...", he answered Yzak's question truthfully.
"Is it necessary to want to impress someone to be worried about the way you look?" The fact that he himself wanted to answer that question with a no felt even weirder. "You haven't even seen me naked, so how come you know that I look fine, Dearka?"
Why the hell was he asking this, a voice in his head wondered, a voice which Yzak didn't want to listed to apperantly.
"I'm not sure about that ... actually ... I'm fine with just you here. I don't really want to show myself to ... anyone else ... while I look like this ...", he admitted.
"Well... when you only stay with that look for one week, than it seems to me that you want to impress someone. You'll look only temporary like this, so you shouldn't worry that much, like I told you."
Dearka still didn't get what Yzak was so upset about. It wasn't like he would stay a girl for the rest of his life, so there was no need to worry about his - or in this case, rather her looks.
At Yzak's comment, he blushed a light red and coughed. "N-naked?", oh, that discussion on the network, Dearka remembered. If he should take a look... at it. He didn't know what exactly to do, but...
"Well, you look fine with your clothes, okay?"
"Okay, than we'll stay here. I don't want to force you", Dearka took a seat on one of their beds.
"I-impress?! Me?", Yzak flinched lightly, blushing, "Why ... do you think so...? I'm just ... worried about it, okay? I don't care how anyone else thinks about it, but I think that I don't look alright like this! I have no real idea why I think so... but I simply can't change the fact that I do, Dearka.", he explained, calming a bit down as he did. He shuddered lightly, truly not understanding himself. He perfectly knew that he wouldn't really care about such things normally, he knew that he hadn't cared for it, unless a few hours ago he woke up with this kind of body and ... it did bother him, there wasn't any doubt to it. But just ... why did he bother? There wasn't any reason for it, Dearka was right. "Do you think ... that this might have to do with ... the fact that I'm a girl now ... and that girls naturally might feel this way about ... themselves?", he asked, not exactly sure if Dearka knew, but it was worth a try since he couldn't respond to that question himself.
"You ... only say this to calm me down ...", Yzak muttered, truly not confident about that being true, but more aware of his friend's character. Dearka would most probably say this to avoid further comments on that, but he wouldn't get away with just this. He just had the feeling that he needed to be sure about that, to listen to honest words. Looking down himself, Yzak didn't really notice Dearka's blush, which he might had not noticed either way, caught in his own insecurity as he was.
Yzak nodded lightly, not moving at all, still not truly sure what to answer. Going out wasn't really the best opportunity, but he still rememberd that Dearka seemed to look forward to this. It had been mostly the reason for him to get the clothes anyway. "Well ... I don't want to dissapoint you since you got me all this...", he paused for a moment, going on with a slight change in his worried expression, even more bothered than before now, "... stuff." If going out with this body really should occur, that it wouldn't be possible without him wearing anything of the other things Dearka had brought, which made him shudder again lightly.
"Why do I think so? Because you are behaving like that...", Dearka simply answered. He rubbed the side of his head. "And no, unfortunately, I have no idea if this is connected to the being-a-girl-thing, but... the possibilty is there."
"I'm perfectly honest, Yzak. I'm not the type to lie just to make you feel better, remember?"
What kind of friend would Dearka be to just go and always flutter Yzak? There was no need to. He had been perfectly honest to him, so, there was really no need to.
And still... he didn't want to do anything... now.
Disappoint him? Disappoint him? Just what was wrong with Yzak? He never cared for things like that. "Why are you worried about disappointing me?"
He turned Yzak around so that the boy - or girl in this case - had to face him.
"There- there's also the possibility that you simply do this to make me feel better this time because the situation is truly awkward. How should I know? Maybe there are some exceptions to your behaviour?" Exceptions like having-your-best-friend-turn-into-a-girl wouldn't be quite expected, would they? Accompanied by a sigh, Yzak sat down next to Dearka, unsure what to do or say.
"I don't have a clue myself!", he replied honestly. His head felt like it was suddenly double-sized, heavy and filled with nothing more than mud, no brain-cells left to think with. He was surely developing a headache from this. "Damn it, Dearka... You are injured and ... still you hurried to get these things to me. And you ... you looked like you were looking forward to ... going for a walk." This wasn't making any sense. This wasn't even really himself saying it. That high-pitched voice who was talking now had weird ideas about his best friend, she was far too worried about him and obviously wanted him to be happy, more than anything else now. The worst thing about it was, that he himself was too confused to be really sure about his own feelings, his own thoughts, which seemed to weaked every minute, he just knew that they weren't completely different from the girls thoughts.
"Yzak...", Dearka sighed. But I told you... you are still you. I won't change how I am behaving just for the fact that you have been turned into a girl...", he said. Yzak... was sure overthinking this. Dearka didn't even think to fluster Yzak just because he was a girl now.
"Well... if there is a thing I really want... it's that you stop behaving so unlike yourself", he had to tell it to Yzak. Since when did Yzak bother with that? It almost sounded like he wanted to go for a walk. Which was awkward, when he remembered how Yzak was struggling not to go outside like this.
Than... he thought about the other thing Yzak had told him. He took Yzak's face in his hands. "And... do you still want me to do... that?"
"But I am changing...", Yzak whispered, "Even if you aren't, I am ... It shouldn't be this way. I should be the one who is yelling now, not you. I should be mad, fighting, not wanting to go out. But I am not. I feel like I am loosing my mind, Dearka." His head hurt now. Had he thought too much about everything? Was this the only reason to feel the world spinning more than it usually should now?
And suddenly, still lost in deep wondering, he found his own face held by Dearka's hands, his eyes staring at his comrades face in an expression of shock and embarrassment. Yzak bit his own lip, struggeling to not reply anything he would regret later and pulled himself away after a brief moment. He had to keep his self-control, he shouldn't even think about something like this. "I don't have an idea what you mean!", he claimed, sounding not even convincing to himself unfortunately.
"But it still only will last a week", Dearka tried to assure Yzak. "Than you can go back, screaming at me as much as you want to."
Dearka smiled at him. "Everything will be normal again. Just... try to see it more laidback."
Dearka sighed... he didn't know if it was relief or not. "Well... I mean, because of your dream", he said, looking into the opposite direction at the wall. It was perhaps for the better that Yzak appearently didn't want him to do that.
"You are one to talk...", Yzak sighed as well, not much because of relief but rather of annoyance. "You aren't the one who is loosing his mind." Though his thoughts were drifting off again, which he truly hated. Were girls' minds really that easy to distract, that easily moved by emotions? And influencing them as well? Against any reason? Dearka had almost sounded like he enjoyed being yelled at most of the time. He had smiled again. That was at least something, wasn't it? "I-I will scream at you, as much as you like me to. So much that you would prefer you'd have never said this at all.", he promised, unable to keep himself from smiling lightly, his back still turned to Dearka.
"I admit, I'm not the one loosing my mind", he chuckled. And when he listened to Yzak like this, he certainly didn't want to. Go crazy about trivial things like that were surely not like him. At... how should he call it? Yzak's threat, he scratched his head slightly. "Err... please go easy on me, okay?", he said with raised eyebrows. Even if the screaming was part of Yzak's personality, he rather liked it when Yzak had calmed down. He also had gotten somewhat more used to the Yzak in his time, who had calmed down quite a lot if he compared it now.
"I can't promise this ... but I will try to not distroy the furniture, okay?", Yzak replied, wearing a rather stiff expression that wasn't really going well with his recent face. He really hoped that this week would be over soon, that his mind would manage to work its normal ways again and those weird thoughts would leave his head soon. It was Dearka he was thinking about after all and this wasn't like him at all.
"That's a start~", Dearka said playfully. "And if you really feel the need to destroy something... go ahead. But try to clean it yourself...", he grinned. Yzak couldn't always expect him to do everything for him now, could he?
"Clean it myself?! Why should I?", Yzak asked seriously surprised at his comrade's statement. He never had cleaned up himself before! So why should he begin doing that now?
"Hey, think about it... if I go away... who is going to do the clean-up", he said jokingly. Than he pointed a finger at Yzak's nose. "You, of course. You can't always rely on me being there..."
"Wh-why would you want to go away?!", he asked sightly shocked. Even though Dearka sounded teasing and joking, he couldn't stop himself from believing in his words and found his own voice tremble.
Dearka noticed the trembling in Yzak's voice. He sighed. "Yzak... you know... with our work, something always can happen. I wouldn't go when I have the choice...", he whispered and pulled the boy - or girl - into an embrace.
Yzak bit his lip, not struggeling his way out of this embrace at all. He didn't want him to stop, because this way he knew that he still was there, right where he could reach him. "I ... I know ..." When he had been informed about Nicol's death he suddenly had realized that even they weren't save, that they weren't as superior as he always had thought they were. The red jackets didn't keep the death away. That's why he had thought, that they would at least here be safe. They wouldn't need to fight. "But ..." He wouldn't have to loose Dearka, would he?
"But... ?" Dearka repeated, wanting to know what Yzak was going to say. Perhaps he shouldn't have brought up that topic, but sometimes, he was just hopeless like that. He stroke Yzak's back in a comforting gesture. He didn't want to upset Yzak any further than he already did.
"We ... we are here now ... aren't we? We ... won't have to fight here, will we?" Yzak already was upset, but he perfectly knew that shouting wouldn't get them any proper solution to this, so he tried to calm himself. There was no reason to worry, was there? He would look after Dearka and he would look after him, so everyone would be fine.
"If it's possible, we will try to avoid it the best we can. Okay?", he tried to assure Yzak. Well, there were some dangerous people around, like the Joker, so there wasn't told that there was no fight at all, but it won't be a war again... hopefully. Dearka was tired of them.
"Hey, do you know what I have found here?", he said cheerfully, trying to lighten the dark mood.
"We will ... we will ... look after each other and ...", Yzak sighed, sounding relieved to his own surprise. He didn't really feel relieved, since he knew that there was danger out here as well. Dearka already had been shot once. "I will try to behave ... and not shout at random Naturals ..." Provoking anyone to do anything wouldn't help at all, as the case with Lockon showed. Nobody could know after all if the next bullet wouldn't cause more demage than simply a hurting shoulder.
The cheerful behaviour of the blonde didn't really have the wanted effect. Yzak still was barely moving, keeping himself close to Dearka -he felt truly better to hear him breath next to his ear-, but lifted his head now slightly to look into the purple eyes, which were meeting his gaze. "Tell me ..."
"Yes, we will, like always. And we managed to survive two wars with that, so...", he smiled and ran a hand through Yzak's silky hair. Now Yzak started to worry too much about it. Great.
"A fan", Dearka said, smiling with shining eyes. "Do you still remember? I used to do some Japanese fan dancing during our time in the academy. Perhaps I can do some here... what do you think of it~?", he asked, moving his face closer to Yzak's. "Perhaps I could once dance for you~"
Yzak nodded. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to have started this topic at all. But ... it bothered him and he wanted to be honest with Dearka, so it couldn't be helped. Just why was he feeling this comfortable? There wasn't anything that made sense, it seemed.
"How could I forget about that ...?", he sighed softly, not giving real afford to sound bitchy, as he would normally have done. Just as Dearka's face came nearer, he felt himself shifting back for a few inches, blushing lightly as he did. "Wh-why would you want to do that for me? It was hobby, wasn't it? You should be happy with it, not me!"
Oh yeah, teasing Yzak never lost its fun. "I thought... maybe you would like it~", he said playfully. "I know you enjoy folklore, but I'm sure you can enjoy a good dance, too~. I would do one for you, honestly", he winked. Ah, it felt like he was trying to seduce Yzak, which he clearly didn't intend to, but... well, he couldn't do anything anymore about his words, right?
Yzak blushed at the wink, only very lightly but he did. "You ... really are an idiot sometimes...", he muttered, barely unterstandable. "If you enjoy it then you should just do it, without asking if I would like to see one."
"But it's a difference if I just do it like that, or if I do it... let's say, for someone", Dearka almost bit is tongue with the last part of his sentence. He had almost accidental said 'for someone special', but he managed to cut it off. This place was turning them crazy, seriously. Not that Yzak wasn't someone special, but if he would say it like that....
He covered his face with one hand and rubbed it slowly over his face.
"Why should this make a difference, Dearka?", Yzak asked, confusion written across his face in huge letters. He wasn't playing dump, but it was more of true not understanding.
"Huh?", Dearka asked confused at the question. He needed some time to remind himself of what they were talking. He moved his hand slowly down, giving Yzak a little, but not really honest smile.
"Yzak... isn't there a difference between performing on one's own and performing for someone else? What do you think professinals do?"
"Do you honestly think I ever cared or thought about that?", he answered truthfully. Why should he be interested in professionals or how their work changed with the audience? "Just ... do it if you want to. It's pointless either way if you ask for permission first, isn't it? I'm not your commander or anything! Not here and now! So just do what you feel like to!", Yzak told him, his voice becoming constantly louder as he did, leaving him in a military tone, which didn't actually fit to neither his face nor his new voice.
"I guess you are really only about your own work, aren't you?", Dearka sighed. It wasn't really a queston, it was a statement. Yzak at that time hadn't cared much for others. Only about his pride and such things.
"I don't ask you for permission, I ask you if you want me to perform it to you", he explained. "I ask you as a friend, not as a commander."
Somehow, it seems Yzak had gotten angry again, somehow. Great.
Yzak sighed. It hadn't been his goal to become angry again, he really didn't want to be.
"Just ... do it, Dearka...", he told him, calmer and in a much softer voice. He paused for some seconds, inhaled deeply and added something quite surprising, "...please ...", not even trying to look at Dearka's face.
Dearka blinked as soon as he realized what Yzak had said. Did he hear that right?
Please?
He was astonished. Whatever this 'being-girl' did to Yzak... it was showng some surprising sides of his usual so demanding friend. And somehow softer sides, too. Not that he didn't know them, but it was very unusual.
He smiled brightly at his friend. "Okay, I'll do it."
The quick change in Dearka's expression made Yzak raise one of his eyebrows, as he finally looked at his friend again. Was what he had said that weird? Right, he almost never begged anyone for anything but ... Dearka had wanted to have him ask for it, hadn't he?
"O-okay...", Yzak said, the confusion still present on his face.
Dearka happily gave Yzak a short hug. "I will really give my very best at it than", he promised, feeling motivated to no end. That definitly gave him some goal in this world. He would do a fan-dance for Yzak and he would try to find a nice one.
But now they had to return to the topic. "And... what about your underwear now?"
There wasn't anything left to reply for Yzak so he just nodded slightly. It was really strange to be hugged by Dearka now. He didn't even feel the need to push him away anymore, that was the truth but the more he thought about it the weirder it appeared to be. He couldn't help wondering how Dearka would feel about that fact. How he felt about this whole situation apart from being confused and surprised.
Blushing at the question, he sighed briefly. "W-what should there be ... about it ...?", he asked in return.
Dearka let Yzak out of his embrace and gave his friend a soft smile. "Are you really intending on not wearing it? It could be really hard to wear your own things... aren't they far to big anyways?"
Dearka tried hard not to grin at the image of Yzak wearing his boy clothes and underwear, all far too huge to him. Even if that had kind of an adorable effect, it was weird. And he would loose them all the time. He didn't think Yzak would want to lose them all the time.
Yzak looked at the things, which were still laying on the other bed. He hated to admit it, even in his own mind, but Dearka was right. His usual underwear was far too huge for him and let the girl trousers he wore now be quite uncomfortable.
For a few seconds he kept looking at those clothes and turned then back to Dearka, more glaring than simply looking at him. "Get ... get out of here ...", he muttered slowly after a few more seconds.
Dearka grinned. It seemed Yzak had made up his mind about the underwear. And it seemed to be positive. He was going to change into them if he wanted Dearka to go out. Like before.
Dearka gave a small salute before he left the room, glancing once again at his friend, before he slowly closed the door behind him. It would be fun to watch Yzak changing into those... well panties and bra, but he would give Yzak the privacy to do so.
Since Dearka assumed that would take a bit longer, he took a seat on one of the stairs.
Why the hell did the idiot feel the urge to grin right now? Yzak tried hard to not punch him now and only succeeded since Dearka left the room at once.
He raised from the bed himself and walked to the bed the clothes were laying upon. He still couldn't manage imagining himself wearing these things as he picked them up and turned them several times in his hands, looking at them from all possible angles.
As he pulled his shirt off again, he examined the bra closer. How was he supposed to put such a thing on?
The thought that came to his mind was pushed away at once. No, this would be to embarrassing. He couldn't possibly ask Dearka, could he? So he went on trying himself. After about 5 minutes of struggeling, examining and more struggeling he had finally figured out how it was supposed to work out and put on the panties next, which was much easier, indeed.
Describing it as comfortable would still be a lie though. How could women wear this all the time?
But ... what should he wear now ...? He glanced at the skirt and blouse, which were still right in front of him. It couldn't really get more embarrassing after agreeing to wearing this frilly underwear, could it? Would it even matter?
Without further hasitating and thing he put them on as well and went to the door. He stopped, inhaling and exhaling deeply once, and then opened the door to find Dearka waiting on the stairs.
Dearka looked up as he heard the sound of someone opening a door. It was Yzak... neatly dressed in a skirt and blouse. He looked... different. Even though he somehow looked much like himself, he looked different.
He looks even more like his mother now in these clothes, was the first thought that came to Dearka's mind. He smiled and made his way to his blue-eyed friend.
"You look nice in these", he commented shortly with a smile.
It wasn't like Yzak hadn't expected Dearka to say this, but he still caught himself blushing lightly as he went back into the room shortly followed by the blonde.
The silverhaired boy - well, now girl - dropped himself on the bed again. "Well, I thought it ... wouldn't be fair to let them go to waste...", he explained, with a sigh.
"Go to waste?", Dearka repeated. Well, if it was like Yzak had put it now, it was a nice thought. A nice thought. By Yzak. About something trivial like this.
Why not? He couldn't expect Yzak going on angered and bitchy about this the whole time, so why not enjoy things while Yzak had calmed down again? They perhaps could spend a nice time together.
"Should I cook us something? Than we could eat together for dinner. I'll try to make someting nice. And yur clothes won't be dirtied."
Yzak sighed again. Right, maybe he should have just shut up for once without giving senseless explanations.
"You want to cook just to not endanger my ... clothes?", he asked with clear misunderstanding in his voice. True, he was hungry and not good at cooking himself but ... What kind of an explanation was that?
The worst thing about it was, that he knew that Dearka was serious about it.
"Of course not just for endangering your clothes", Dearka said in his defence. "You yourself know best how good you are at it, don't you?", Dearka asked, not really expecting an answer to that. Because Yzak knew. And most of the time, Dearka never held back with the truth.
"Just let me make something nice, okay~?", he said with a wink, hoping they wouldn't get to deep into a talking about the girl clothes Yzak now wore, since it would be embarrassing for Yzak and loud for Dearka himself.
Yzak just kept looking at him and gave a light nod, without saying anything. He really was hungry and arguing would directly lead to having dinner later, which should better be avoided.
Seeing no complains from his temporary into-a-girl-turned-friend, he gave a small smile before going into the kitchen, hoping to find something there which both of them would enjoy for dinner.
When: first day of the Gender-Bender event
Where: Yzak and Dearka's apartment
Rating: PG
Summary: Dearka comes back after searching for new clothes for Yzak, since the latter has been turned in a girl. Though Yzak isn't really amused to see what kind of clothes the set includes, moreover his new developed feelings leave him being confused ...
When Yzak left the bathroom he was really glad that Dearka wasn't there for about the first time since he had been picked up by him. It wasn't really about Dearka himself but rather about the fact that he absolutely did not want Dearka to see him NOW.
Yzak's problem was that he had been turned into a girl over night due to some weird event affecting most of the city.
He just did not want to be called cute and adorable all day, which would have definitely occured if Yzak had shown himself instead of burying himself under a bunch of pillow and sheets. They had only communicated over the PCD, because Yzak did not want to take the risk of hearing his own voice, which seemed to have changed as well, he just did not want to find out in which way.
Putting on one of his normal T-shirts he recognized again how tiny he was now. 160cm. The shirt fell losely around his shoulders, looking more like a dress due to the fact that it almost reached his knees. He had imagined taking shower with that body to be even stranger than it really was, since he held his eyes closed tightly for most of it, only checking sometimes to not trip over his own feet while turning around. There wasn't much to see either way. He had noticed that he was rather flat before compared to everyone else who had been changed into a girl at least.
1, 60, 1, 60...
How weird. Yzak must have really shrunk due to that turning-into-the-opposite-gender-thing. Dearka had gone out to search for some casual boy-clothes for Yzak, and a pair of plateau-shoes, so that Yzak won't have to look up to him the whole time.
Another thing which was pretty weird. Yzak was strangely self-conscious about his, well, sizes. As if it did matter to Dearka if he wasn't the perfect 90-60-90. Because it didn't matter to him. What mattered to him was Yzak, and well, that he could cope with that situation. Even if it did... strange things to his friend.
Dearka tried hard not to be too nervous about it. Perhaps it were just... the new hormones, right? As he reached the door, he coughed slightly, before he knocked on it.
As he heard the knock on the door Yzak recognized with shock that the moment he somehow had feared so much, the moment where his much-too-girly-self meet his best friend, who just had stated that he liked him more than just a friend. The really weird thing about that had been his own reply though. When Yzak had listened to his heart for once he had to admit that he felt the same way about Dearka as well. The confusion about this fact still lingered on his mind.
He had wondered when he was looking into the cracked mirror in the bathroom what exactly Dearka's reaction might me like. There were far too many possibilities for it. It wasn't easy to judge Dearka. At least not in such a situation.
Yzak stepped to the door, after checking that he really had put clothes on, at least a Tshirt and underwear, which he was too nervous to be sure about now, and opened it slowly.
Dearka tried not to blink at what he saw. Yzak... had really shrunk. And was... like he had always put it, really tiny. And well... he looked cute, kind of. But that didn't matter now.
"Is it okay for you... if I come in? Or do you first try on some clothes and I'll wait here outside?", Dearka asked, showing Yzak the clothes he had found. Well, usually, they didn't mind if they changed clothes in front of each other, but this situation well... changed quite some things, didn't it? And since Yzak was a girl now...
Yzak nodded to the second possibility, trying not to show any reaction himself, seeing the surprise in Dearka's purple eyes. Still refusing to speak a word, afraid what might come from his lips, he took the bag from Dearka's hands and shut the door again.
He somehow did not like leaving him alone on the corridor, but it could not be helped. Changing in front of Dearka would be too embarrassing. He had never had a problem with it before but ... this totally changed everything.
Walking to his bed, which he sat down onto, he began unpacking the things Dearka had got for him. A few pairs of trousers, -which were apperantly still the ones for girls but looked rather normal -, a few T-shirts, socks, but- What was this?
Yzak stared at the frail cloth in his hands. He could not be serious about this, could he?
What Yzak held was a panty.
Dearka leaned onto the wall next to the door, waiting till Yzak finished changing his clothes. He didn't know if everything was appropriate, but he couldn't help with finding anything better.
Oh, this awkwardness was still strange. Well, he actually had been joking around as he had flirted with Yzak... but his silverhaired friend seemed to take it more serious than he thought. Well, not that Dearka mind that, since he really liked Yzak a lot, but...
He sighed. This problem wouldn't be solved here. And by now, Yzak should have finished with changing clothes. "Yzak? Can I come in now?"
Yzak began to shake his head, only to end up reminding himself that Dearka would not be able to see this through the wall. He began to hurry a little, jumping into the trousers and changed into one of the other T-shirts, which actually fitted really good, he had to admit.
Just when he wanted to grip one of the panties, in order to through them into Dearka's face, he suddenly noticed that there was something he hadn't seen yet, something underneath. Slightly shaking now, he took it, together with the panties and headed for the door. In one move he opened the door and threw the two things he held straight into Dearka's face. Panties and a bra.
Exactly in this moment Yzak, who looked as embarrassed as he really felt, blushing all over, realized that it would not be long until he and Dearka would both be able to hear his new voice. Clear and loud.
Thanks to years of military training, Dearka catched some clothes which were thrown at him just in time before they actually reached his face. He took a look at them. Panties and bra. Than he looked at Yzak, who was clerly angered at the whole situation. Or rather, at the clothes Dearka had brought him.
"What's the matter, Yzak? You need to... wear them. Even if you don't like it...", he said in a calm voice before he tried to give them back to Yzak.
Yzak took a deep breath before he answered Dearka, since he would need the air he new.
"What the hell are you thinking?!", he began shouting at him, leaning forward to be a bit closer to decrease the distance he could not in another way after shrinking this much. "I'm still a boy, you idiot!" It was pure irony that his voice and appearence presented the complete opposite of his words.
His voice was sounding as girly as he had feared, it was pretty high, but comfortable to listen to, turning the hard words he had thrown straight at Dearka into a something close to singing. It fit to his new face, he had to admit himself, which looked at lot like a much younger version of his mother, with long lashes and smooth skin. He had become adorable, which was a bitter fact in his own eyes.
Some things never change, even if you change your gender, appearantly. Yzak was as bitchy as always. But Dearka didn't mind that. He had put up with that for years now, so... he wouldn't feel threated now, especially with Yzak being so... tiny... and cute.
Dearka raised his hands in defence. "If I may point out Yzak...", he pointed at Yzak's... well, small breasts. "You're currently not a boy, but a girl. And well... girls wear things like that. It's usual. And I don't tell you to wear these things forever..."
Somehow, the amusing thought of what would have happened if he had brought a tanga entered Dearka's mind, but he dismissed the idea immeadietly, since he still valued his life.
"I hope you really won't try to tell me such a thing! It would be at least better for your health!!", Yzak answered, "I don't want to wear these things... No one will see me either way, so who cares?!", he asked him, blushing some more. Even imagining to wear these things felt weird. He didn't care if that was normal for girls to wear these things because it was not normal at all for him!
His eyes turned to look at the panty and bra in Dearka's hands again. "Even if it is necessary to wear these ...", which he still did not believe or care about, " ... why did you have to bring these?! They are covered with frills, laces and ribbons!" At least these facts could have impossibly been necessary, Yzak was sure.
Dearka scratched the back of his head. "Come on - I mean, see Yzak, I didn't find anything else. So... I guess you have to put up with that. You can wear the boxers, but the bra... well, you will need it," he stated calmly. It would be a pity if Yzak didn't wear those, since... well, somehow, it fit Yzak's new looks, but he couldn't really do anything about it.
Dearka started to chew on his lower lip. Well, how is he going to put this best? Than he decided not to think about it. Provocative always worked best with Yzak. And he was going to say it like that. "Unless you want your... new grown breasts to bounce everytime you move."
"I won't listen to any of your stupid excuses, Dearka.", Yzak muttered, as he turned his head away, closing his eyes. He was pretty sure that this more than a plan than pure accident, sure that Dearka had searched for things that might suit him. "Your suggestion would look more than rediculous, too, you know?", he added, mostly to his own surprise.
Did he really care what he might look like? Or was it just that his normal underwear was too wide for him to wear comfortably anyways? But somehow he really thought about how he would look.
After a few seconds he opened his eyes, which were bigger than they usually were now, again, in order to face Dearka. "The-they will do ... what?!", he asked, more than simply shock showing in his pale blue eyes.
Dearka covered with one hand his face, just for simply trying not to despair in this situation. After all, it wasn't an all-day-scenario to explain your usually male friend to wear - well, girl underwear. So just don't loose the nerves, right? It was all a matter of patience.
"Come on, Yzak, I just searched something of your size, okay? Even though I must admit, I thought these ones would suit you best..."
Dearka sighed at Yzak's question. Clearly, his future commander had never shown any interest into the other sex, but... that he didn't even know that? "Your breasts... they will start to bounce when you move around, especially when you move around fast..."
Every once in a while Yzak truly hated himself for being right about Dearka, for knowing him maybe too good. Such a moment now had come again. "Which is ... why I should wear them? To thank you for your afford?"
Yzak tried to not glare at him, but wasn't sure himself if he succeeded. This whole situation was simply ... too strange to be true. Discussing the matter on the corridor did not really help in making it less rediculous either, which was why Yzak decided to take Dearka's hand and lead him into their room, unsure if he would need to end up shouting or not.
Sightly confused Yzak turned away from his comrade and touched his breasts lightly. With a shock he noticed that they were so soft that they might really do as Dearka said. Could there really be no way to avoid wearing these ... frilly things?
Stay calm, just stay calm, Dearka Elthman.
"Not for my effort, you should wear them for your own good. It won't help me at all", he tried to expalin Yzak. Okay, pehaps he should have searched further... for sport-like things? Since he was pretty sure Yzak won't go for... the erotic ones. But he didn't know Yzak's taste in... girl-underwear, so...
He let himself lead into the room, since he agreed with Yzak silently - the corridor wasn't exactly the appropriate place to discuss things like underwear.
Dearka raised an eyebrow as Yzak touched his breasts. He still didn't made himself familiar with his temporary new body?
"Yzak?"
"Then tell me what your problem is, Dearka! Noone will see me like this, except for you. If you don't have a problem with a bounching chest, then why should I wear this ...thing at all?" Yzak wasn't playing dump, he truly believed in his own words just as he said them.
"Y-yes?", Yzak flinched and turned around again, noticing that he must have touched them more than would have been necessary, as he had been drifting to his thoughts again. As his and Dearka's eyes met, Yzak could feel how his cheeks suddenly heated up again, flushing in bright red.
Dearka ran a hand through his blond locks. "It's not my problem if they bounce, it's just for your sake. I think... it would be irritating if... something moves the whole time there..."
Well, it wasn't really his problem if Yzak didn't want to wear it. The bra was for his sake, and well, if Yzak prefered them bouncing, he wouldn't really go and stop him.
"You're still... unfamiliar? With your new body?", he asked, trying not to be irritated by Yzak's blush and just moved closer and put a hand on Yzak's shoulder.
"Well, it isn't something you get used to in ... a few hours, Dearka.", Yzak told his friend calmly, highly embarrassed. As he brushed to his own hair he noticed that it was still dripping wet. He had truly been disturbed by Dearka and forgotten about it! "I ... well, have taken a shower ... while you weren't around... but ...", he sighed heavily. This was going to be the weirdest thing he'd ever tell Dearka, he was pretty positive about.
"When I look at myself ... I don't even have the feeling I can recognize that it's me I'm looking at. My face ... is just horrible this way! I look like I was some kind of doll ..." The worst thing about that fact was ... that his body resembled this image as well.
"I guess that's true, but...", Dearka tried to find words. He had never been in a situation like this. Not with Yzak, so... he had carefully to figure out what to say to him.
"Your face... looks kinda nice like that", he said with a soft smile, but quickly added something. "B-but don't worry. It's most likely again only for a week. And you'll be your old self again, so... don't worry too much about it. That doesn't really suit you."
"Do you really think so?" The heat even increased, leaving his cheeks burning. Why was he blushing all the time? Becuase of these almost rediculous compliments? Or ... might it be because it was Dearka who was giving them to him?
"I kinda ... don't like my body at all ... too short... too much of a flat chest ... and I'm too heavy for my height..." Those words made him sound like a real girl for the first time, he had to admit himself, but fact was: He really thought and worried about those things.
"I know that it doesn't", he sighed. One week and it would be over. Somehow he was glad that only Dearka would see him that way, he would truly die from embarrassment if others would do. But wait! Didn't he ask for going out in one of the messages? "Are you ... still willing to go for a walk with me?", he asked, half worried, half nervous.
"Yzak...", Dearka sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Like I said, you like.. fine like this. Don't give it any more thought. You don't really want to impress someone now, do you?"
Just why was Yzak so worried about... such things? It seemed to be a healthy weight for once, considering they didn't have one most of the time, and it was nice, wasn't it?
"Oh, that...", Dearka remembered. "Well, a walk would be indeed nice, but I don't want to force you or anything... if you're too uncomfortable, we don't have to...", he answered Yzak's question truthfully.
"Is it necessary to want to impress someone to be worried about the way you look?" The fact that he himself wanted to answer that question with a no felt even weirder. "You haven't even seen me naked, so how come you know that I look fine, Dearka?"
Why the hell was he asking this, a voice in his head wondered, a voice which Yzak didn't want to listed to apperantly.
"I'm not sure about that ... actually ... I'm fine with just you here. I don't really want to show myself to ... anyone else ... while I look like this ...", he admitted.
"Well... when you only stay with that look for one week, than it seems to me that you want to impress someone. You'll look only temporary like this, so you shouldn't worry that much, like I told you."
Dearka still didn't get what Yzak was so upset about. It wasn't like he would stay a girl for the rest of his life, so there was no need to worry about his - or in this case, rather her looks.
At Yzak's comment, he blushed a light red and coughed. "N-naked?", oh, that discussion on the network, Dearka remembered. If he should take a look... at it. He didn't know what exactly to do, but...
"Well, you look fine with your clothes, okay?"
"Okay, than we'll stay here. I don't want to force you", Dearka took a seat on one of their beds.
"I-impress?! Me?", Yzak flinched lightly, blushing, "Why ... do you think so...? I'm just ... worried about it, okay? I don't care how anyone else thinks about it, but I think that I don't look alright like this! I have no real idea why I think so... but I simply can't change the fact that I do, Dearka.", he explained, calming a bit down as he did. He shuddered lightly, truly not understanding himself. He perfectly knew that he wouldn't really care about such things normally, he knew that he hadn't cared for it, unless a few hours ago he woke up with this kind of body and ... it did bother him, there wasn't any doubt to it. But just ... why did he bother? There wasn't any reason for it, Dearka was right. "Do you think ... that this might have to do with ... the fact that I'm a girl now ... and that girls naturally might feel this way about ... themselves?", he asked, not exactly sure if Dearka knew, but it was worth a try since he couldn't respond to that question himself.
"You ... only say this to calm me down ...", Yzak muttered, truly not confident about that being true, but more aware of his friend's character. Dearka would most probably say this to avoid further comments on that, but he wouldn't get away with just this. He just had the feeling that he needed to be sure about that, to listen to honest words. Looking down himself, Yzak didn't really notice Dearka's blush, which he might had not noticed either way, caught in his own insecurity as he was.
Yzak nodded lightly, not moving at all, still not truly sure what to answer. Going out wasn't really the best opportunity, but he still rememberd that Dearka seemed to look forward to this. It had been mostly the reason for him to get the clothes anyway. "Well ... I don't want to dissapoint you since you got me all this...", he paused for a moment, going on with a slight change in his worried expression, even more bothered than before now, "... stuff." If going out with this body really should occur, that it wouldn't be possible without him wearing anything of the other things Dearka had brought, which made him shudder again lightly.
"Why do I think so? Because you are behaving like that...", Dearka simply answered. He rubbed the side of his head. "And no, unfortunately, I have no idea if this is connected to the being-a-girl-thing, but... the possibilty is there."
"I'm perfectly honest, Yzak. I'm not the type to lie just to make you feel better, remember?"
What kind of friend would Dearka be to just go and always flutter Yzak? There was no need to. He had been perfectly honest to him, so, there was really no need to.
And still... he didn't want to do anything... now.
Disappoint him? Disappoint him? Just what was wrong with Yzak? He never cared for things like that. "Why are you worried about disappointing me?"
He turned Yzak around so that the boy - or girl in this case - had to face him.
"There- there's also the possibility that you simply do this to make me feel better this time because the situation is truly awkward. How should I know? Maybe there are some exceptions to your behaviour?" Exceptions like having-your-best-friend-turn-into-a-girl wouldn't be quite expected, would they? Accompanied by a sigh, Yzak sat down next to Dearka, unsure what to do or say.
"I don't have a clue myself!", he replied honestly. His head felt like it was suddenly double-sized, heavy and filled with nothing more than mud, no brain-cells left to think with. He was surely developing a headache from this. "Damn it, Dearka... You are injured and ... still you hurried to get these things to me. And you ... you looked like you were looking forward to ... going for a walk." This wasn't making any sense. This wasn't even really himself saying it. That high-pitched voice who was talking now had weird ideas about his best friend, she was far too worried about him and obviously wanted him to be happy, more than anything else now. The worst thing about it was, that he himself was too confused to be really sure about his own feelings, his own thoughts, which seemed to weaked every minute, he just knew that they weren't completely different from the girls thoughts.
"Yzak...", Dearka sighed. But I told you... you are still you. I won't change how I am behaving just for the fact that you have been turned into a girl...", he said. Yzak... was sure overthinking this. Dearka didn't even think to fluster Yzak just because he was a girl now.
"Well... if there is a thing I really want... it's that you stop behaving so unlike yourself", he had to tell it to Yzak. Since when did Yzak bother with that? It almost sounded like he wanted to go for a walk. Which was awkward, when he remembered how Yzak was struggling not to go outside like this.
Than... he thought about the other thing Yzak had told him. He took Yzak's face in his hands. "And... do you still want me to do... that?"
"But I am changing...", Yzak whispered, "Even if you aren't, I am ... It shouldn't be this way. I should be the one who is yelling now, not you. I should be mad, fighting, not wanting to go out. But I am not. I feel like I am loosing my mind, Dearka." His head hurt now. Had he thought too much about everything? Was this the only reason to feel the world spinning more than it usually should now?
And suddenly, still lost in deep wondering, he found his own face held by Dearka's hands, his eyes staring at his comrades face in an expression of shock and embarrassment. Yzak bit his own lip, struggeling to not reply anything he would regret later and pulled himself away after a brief moment. He had to keep his self-control, he shouldn't even think about something like this. "I don't have an idea what you mean!", he claimed, sounding not even convincing to himself unfortunately.
"But it still only will last a week", Dearka tried to assure Yzak. "Than you can go back, screaming at me as much as you want to."
Dearka smiled at him. "Everything will be normal again. Just... try to see it more laidback."
Dearka sighed... he didn't know if it was relief or not. "Well... I mean, because of your dream", he said, looking into the opposite direction at the wall. It was perhaps for the better that Yzak appearently didn't want him to do that.
"You are one to talk...", Yzak sighed as well, not much because of relief but rather of annoyance. "You aren't the one who is loosing his mind." Though his thoughts were drifting off again, which he truly hated. Were girls' minds really that easy to distract, that easily moved by emotions? And influencing them as well? Against any reason? Dearka had almost sounded like he enjoyed being yelled at most of the time. He had smiled again. That was at least something, wasn't it? "I-I will scream at you, as much as you like me to. So much that you would prefer you'd have never said this at all.", he promised, unable to keep himself from smiling lightly, his back still turned to Dearka.
"I admit, I'm not the one loosing my mind", he chuckled. And when he listened to Yzak like this, he certainly didn't want to. Go crazy about trivial things like that were surely not like him. At... how should he call it? Yzak's threat, he scratched his head slightly. "Err... please go easy on me, okay?", he said with raised eyebrows. Even if the screaming was part of Yzak's personality, he rather liked it when Yzak had calmed down. He also had gotten somewhat more used to the Yzak in his time, who had calmed down quite a lot if he compared it now.
"I can't promise this ... but I will try to not distroy the furniture, okay?", Yzak replied, wearing a rather stiff expression that wasn't really going well with his recent face. He really hoped that this week would be over soon, that his mind would manage to work its normal ways again and those weird thoughts would leave his head soon. It was Dearka he was thinking about after all and this wasn't like him at all.
"That's a start~", Dearka said playfully. "And if you really feel the need to destroy something... go ahead. But try to clean it yourself...", he grinned. Yzak couldn't always expect him to do everything for him now, could he?
"Clean it myself?! Why should I?", Yzak asked seriously surprised at his comrade's statement. He never had cleaned up himself before! So why should he begin doing that now?
"Hey, think about it... if I go away... who is going to do the clean-up", he said jokingly. Than he pointed a finger at Yzak's nose. "You, of course. You can't always rely on me being there..."
"Wh-why would you want to go away?!", he asked sightly shocked. Even though Dearka sounded teasing and joking, he couldn't stop himself from believing in his words and found his own voice tremble.
Dearka noticed the trembling in Yzak's voice. He sighed. "Yzak... you know... with our work, something always can happen. I wouldn't go when I have the choice...", he whispered and pulled the boy - or girl - into an embrace.
Yzak bit his lip, not struggeling his way out of this embrace at all. He didn't want him to stop, because this way he knew that he still was there, right where he could reach him. "I ... I know ..." When he had been informed about Nicol's death he suddenly had realized that even they weren't save, that they weren't as superior as he always had thought they were. The red jackets didn't keep the death away. That's why he had thought, that they would at least here be safe. They wouldn't need to fight. "But ..." He wouldn't have to loose Dearka, would he?
"But... ?" Dearka repeated, wanting to know what Yzak was going to say. Perhaps he shouldn't have brought up that topic, but sometimes, he was just hopeless like that. He stroke Yzak's back in a comforting gesture. He didn't want to upset Yzak any further than he already did.
"We ... we are here now ... aren't we? We ... won't have to fight here, will we?" Yzak already was upset, but he perfectly knew that shouting wouldn't get them any proper solution to this, so he tried to calm himself. There was no reason to worry, was there? He would look after Dearka and he would look after him, so everyone would be fine.
"If it's possible, we will try to avoid it the best we can. Okay?", he tried to assure Yzak. Well, there were some dangerous people around, like the Joker, so there wasn't told that there was no fight at all, but it won't be a war again... hopefully. Dearka was tired of them.
"Hey, do you know what I have found here?", he said cheerfully, trying to lighten the dark mood.
"We will ... we will ... look after each other and ...", Yzak sighed, sounding relieved to his own surprise. He didn't really feel relieved, since he knew that there was danger out here as well. Dearka already had been shot once. "I will try to behave ... and not shout at random Naturals ..." Provoking anyone to do anything wouldn't help at all, as the case with Lockon showed. Nobody could know after all if the next bullet wouldn't cause more demage than simply a hurting shoulder.
The cheerful behaviour of the blonde didn't really have the wanted effect. Yzak still was barely moving, keeping himself close to Dearka -he felt truly better to hear him breath next to his ear-, but lifted his head now slightly to look into the purple eyes, which were meeting his gaze. "Tell me ..."
"Yes, we will, like always. And we managed to survive two wars with that, so...", he smiled and ran a hand through Yzak's silky hair. Now Yzak started to worry too much about it. Great.
"A fan", Dearka said, smiling with shining eyes. "Do you still remember? I used to do some Japanese fan dancing during our time in the academy. Perhaps I can do some here... what do you think of it~?", he asked, moving his face closer to Yzak's. "Perhaps I could once dance for you~"
Yzak nodded. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to have started this topic at all. But ... it bothered him and he wanted to be honest with Dearka, so it couldn't be helped. Just why was he feeling this comfortable? There wasn't anything that made sense, it seemed.
"How could I forget about that ...?", he sighed softly, not giving real afford to sound bitchy, as he would normally have done. Just as Dearka's face came nearer, he felt himself shifting back for a few inches, blushing lightly as he did. "Wh-why would you want to do that for me? It was hobby, wasn't it? You should be happy with it, not me!"
Oh yeah, teasing Yzak never lost its fun. "I thought... maybe you would like it~", he said playfully. "I know you enjoy folklore, but I'm sure you can enjoy a good dance, too~. I would do one for you, honestly", he winked. Ah, it felt like he was trying to seduce Yzak, which he clearly didn't intend to, but... well, he couldn't do anything anymore about his words, right?
Yzak blushed at the wink, only very lightly but he did. "You ... really are an idiot sometimes...", he muttered, barely unterstandable. "If you enjoy it then you should just do it, without asking if I would like to see one."
"But it's a difference if I just do it like that, or if I do it... let's say, for someone", Dearka almost bit is tongue with the last part of his sentence. He had almost accidental said 'for someone special', but he managed to cut it off. This place was turning them crazy, seriously. Not that Yzak wasn't someone special, but if he would say it like that....
He covered his face with one hand and rubbed it slowly over his face.
"Why should this make a difference, Dearka?", Yzak asked, confusion written across his face in huge letters. He wasn't playing dump, but it was more of true not understanding.
"Huh?", Dearka asked confused at the question. He needed some time to remind himself of what they were talking. He moved his hand slowly down, giving Yzak a little, but not really honest smile.
"Yzak... isn't there a difference between performing on one's own and performing for someone else? What do you think professinals do?"
"Do you honestly think I ever cared or thought about that?", he answered truthfully. Why should he be interested in professionals or how their work changed with the audience? "Just ... do it if you want to. It's pointless either way if you ask for permission first, isn't it? I'm not your commander or anything! Not here and now! So just do what you feel like to!", Yzak told him, his voice becoming constantly louder as he did, leaving him in a military tone, which didn't actually fit to neither his face nor his new voice.
"I guess you are really only about your own work, aren't you?", Dearka sighed. It wasn't really a queston, it was a statement. Yzak at that time hadn't cared much for others. Only about his pride and such things.
"I don't ask you for permission, I ask you if you want me to perform it to you", he explained. "I ask you as a friend, not as a commander."
Somehow, it seems Yzak had gotten angry again, somehow. Great.
Yzak sighed. It hadn't been his goal to become angry again, he really didn't want to be.
"Just ... do it, Dearka...", he told him, calmer and in a much softer voice. He paused for some seconds, inhaled deeply and added something quite surprising, "...please ...", not even trying to look at Dearka's face.
Dearka blinked as soon as he realized what Yzak had said. Did he hear that right?
Please?
He was astonished. Whatever this 'being-girl' did to Yzak... it was showng some surprising sides of his usual so demanding friend. And somehow softer sides, too. Not that he didn't know them, but it was very unusual.
He smiled brightly at his friend. "Okay, I'll do it."
The quick change in Dearka's expression made Yzak raise one of his eyebrows, as he finally looked at his friend again. Was what he had said that weird? Right, he almost never begged anyone for anything but ... Dearka had wanted to have him ask for it, hadn't he?
"O-okay...", Yzak said, the confusion still present on his face.
Dearka happily gave Yzak a short hug. "I will really give my very best at it than", he promised, feeling motivated to no end. That definitly gave him some goal in this world. He would do a fan-dance for Yzak and he would try to find a nice one.
But now they had to return to the topic. "And... what about your underwear now?"
There wasn't anything left to reply for Yzak so he just nodded slightly. It was really strange to be hugged by Dearka now. He didn't even feel the need to push him away anymore, that was the truth but the more he thought about it the weirder it appeared to be. He couldn't help wondering how Dearka would feel about that fact. How he felt about this whole situation apart from being confused and surprised.
Blushing at the question, he sighed briefly. "W-what should there be ... about it ...?", he asked in return.
Dearka let Yzak out of his embrace and gave his friend a soft smile. "Are you really intending on not wearing it? It could be really hard to wear your own things... aren't they far to big anyways?"
Dearka tried hard not to grin at the image of Yzak wearing his boy clothes and underwear, all far too huge to him. Even if that had kind of an adorable effect, it was weird. And he would loose them all the time. He didn't think Yzak would want to lose them all the time.
Yzak looked at the things, which were still laying on the other bed. He hated to admit it, even in his own mind, but Dearka was right. His usual underwear was far too huge for him and let the girl trousers he wore now be quite uncomfortable.
For a few seconds he kept looking at those clothes and turned then back to Dearka, more glaring than simply looking at him. "Get ... get out of here ...", he muttered slowly after a few more seconds.
Dearka grinned. It seemed Yzak had made up his mind about the underwear. And it seemed to be positive. He was going to change into them if he wanted Dearka to go out. Like before.
Dearka gave a small salute before he left the room, glancing once again at his friend, before he slowly closed the door behind him. It would be fun to watch Yzak changing into those... well panties and bra, but he would give Yzak the privacy to do so.
Since Dearka assumed that would take a bit longer, he took a seat on one of the stairs.
Why the hell did the idiot feel the urge to grin right now? Yzak tried hard to not punch him now and only succeeded since Dearka left the room at once.
He raised from the bed himself and walked to the bed the clothes were laying upon. He still couldn't manage imagining himself wearing these things as he picked them up and turned them several times in his hands, looking at them from all possible angles.
As he pulled his shirt off again, he examined the bra closer. How was he supposed to put such a thing on?
The thought that came to his mind was pushed away at once. No, this would be to embarrassing. He couldn't possibly ask Dearka, could he? So he went on trying himself. After about 5 minutes of struggeling, examining and more struggeling he had finally figured out how it was supposed to work out and put on the panties next, which was much easier, indeed.
Describing it as comfortable would still be a lie though. How could women wear this all the time?
But ... what should he wear now ...? He glanced at the skirt and blouse, which were still right in front of him. It couldn't really get more embarrassing after agreeing to wearing this frilly underwear, could it? Would it even matter?
Without further hasitating and thing he put them on as well and went to the door. He stopped, inhaling and exhaling deeply once, and then opened the door to find Dearka waiting on the stairs.
Dearka looked up as he heard the sound of someone opening a door. It was Yzak... neatly dressed in a skirt and blouse. He looked... different. Even though he somehow looked much like himself, he looked different.
He looks even more like his mother now in these clothes, was the first thought that came to Dearka's mind. He smiled and made his way to his blue-eyed friend.
"You look nice in these", he commented shortly with a smile.
It wasn't like Yzak hadn't expected Dearka to say this, but he still caught himself blushing lightly as he went back into the room shortly followed by the blonde.
The silverhaired boy - well, now girl - dropped himself on the bed again. "Well, I thought it ... wouldn't be fair to let them go to waste...", he explained, with a sigh.
"Go to waste?", Dearka repeated. Well, if it was like Yzak had put it now, it was a nice thought. A nice thought. By Yzak. About something trivial like this.
Why not? He couldn't expect Yzak going on angered and bitchy about this the whole time, so why not enjoy things while Yzak had calmed down again? They perhaps could spend a nice time together.
"Should I cook us something? Than we could eat together for dinner. I'll try to make someting nice. And yur clothes won't be dirtied."
Yzak sighed again. Right, maybe he should have just shut up for once without giving senseless explanations.
"You want to cook just to not endanger my ... clothes?", he asked with clear misunderstanding in his voice. True, he was hungry and not good at cooking himself but ... What kind of an explanation was that?
The worst thing about it was, that he knew that Dearka was serious about it.
"Of course not just for endangering your clothes", Dearka said in his defence. "You yourself know best how good you are at it, don't you?", Dearka asked, not really expecting an answer to that. Because Yzak knew. And most of the time, Dearka never held back with the truth.
"Just let me make something nice, okay~?", he said with a wink, hoping they wouldn't get to deep into a talking about the girl clothes Yzak now wore, since it would be embarrassing for Yzak and loud for Dearka himself.
Yzak just kept looking at him and gave a light nod, without saying anything. He really was hungry and arguing would directly lead to having dinner later, which should better be avoided.
Seeing no complains from his temporary into-a-girl-turned-friend, he gave a small smile before going into the kitchen, hoping to find something there which both of them would enjoy for dinner.