[Fic] Ten Themes: NaokixFem!Naoto
A/N: Because I'm trying to get out of this writer's rut that I've been stuck in for forever. Upped the difficulty of this meme using ten words given by aoi_nahani, just because I'm going all out to make my life miserable. The AU verse is also courtesy of her, so do head over to her LJ to check out her ficlets if you're interested! ^^
1. Angst [rain]
He had chanced upon Naoto’s past performances when she (then a he) was still backdancing for Ayumi Hamasaki.
The expressions on Naoto’s face as he danced on her stage were a far cry from those that he put on during his J Soul Brothers days.
He caught Naoto’s expression when he looked at Ayu as she sang “Rainy Day”, an expression filled with such sorrow and regret and longing. Something that he never wanted to see directed at him, for he knew that he was weak, and such raw emotion would shatter his heart.
He knew that it was just a performance, but there was something in Naoto’s dance back then that tugged at his heartstrings, made him… resentful?
He closed the browser when he heard the key in the door, just as Naoto had tugged the singer in for a tight hug, her doe-like eyes wide open in shock.
“It’s pouring outside!”
How apt.
Not waiting for her to remove her shoes, he strode over to Naoto and embraced her.
“Woah, I didn’t know I had been gone that long.” Naoto’s laugh was cut short when he did not release her. “Naoki? What’s wrong?”
“Don’t leave me.”
2. AU (of an AU) [Vampire]
Naoki flipped absentmindedly through his file of documents, sneaking glances at his roommate as she strode purposefully around their suite. Seeing that the werewolf had extra work to complete, Naoto had declared that he should forget about their initial plans and focus on the project at hand instead.
Not that she was helping with his concentration, seeing as she had stripped down into just a tank top and mini shorts to “get comfy to tidy up the room”. Which had, in all honesty, been the case thus far, albeit with a lot more hip swaying than was absolutely required.
Without bending her knees, Naoto bent over to pick something up from the floor. Naoki fumbled with his file.
The smell of blood - Naoki’s own - filled his nostrils. Naoki’s hasty apologies trailed off when a smaller hand rested on his, lifting it up to meet a warm tongue lapping at the shallow cut on his palm.
A flustered look met with a teasing smirk as Naoto’s pink tongue flicked out once again, sweeping across the beads of red.
“I thought you wanted me to work.” Naoki set the file on the table, pulling Naoto into his lap.
Naoto angled her head backwards and captured Naoki’s lips with hers, her slightly elongated canines pricking his lips and drawing blood. Naoki growled into the kiss, twining his tongue around hers. Parting reluctantly for breath, she fixed her lover with darkened eyes and another of her smirks.
“I lied.”
3. Crack [Facebook]
“Naoto-san, you’ve been staring at your laptop for three hours straight. What on earth are you doing?”
“Ah HA.” With a flourish, Naoto slammed her index finger on the keyboard, right hand flying to the mouse and making a few quick clicks here and there. With a huge grin plastered to her face, she spun her laptop to face Naoki, whose raised eyebrow crept even nearer to his hairline.
“Naoto-san, why?” He gestured helplessly at the screen, which was displaying a badly photoshopped picture of him as Naoki-sensei in a mini skirt.
“Because I’m bored, and a skirt looks marginally better on you compared to those hot pants. Ohhhh, this is going onto your facebook fan page.”
“Naoto-san, delete it. Now.”
4. Crossover [Song]
He watched her on the stage, fingers picking at her guitar strings as she sang her band’s new song to the crowd. The stage lights reflected off her blonde highlights, the bright green of her wheelchair stark against the dark backdrop of the stage.
He watched as her fingers lost their coordination, as one of her band members took her guitar from her, allowing her to concentrate on singing.
Watching her grasp her microphone almost desperately as she belted out the chorus, his vision turned cloudy with unshed tears. Her voice, amplified by the speakers, resonated within the small room, even as the other band members invited the audience to sing along.
Her voice, usually hitting notes flawlessly, now wavered uncontrollably as she fought to keep it steady.
Naoki found his lips moving of their own accord, adding his voice to the audience’s song.
Naoto’s song.
5. First time [Date]
After that night, it had been at work when they next saw each other.
It had been nothing short of awkward, seeing as Naoki had initiated small talk with her, but always ended up doing an impersonation of a goldfish after a scant minute. Multiple times.
As much as she found Naoki’s stuttering cute, Naoto had been getting increasingly annoyed by these false starts. After all this time, and especially after last night, shouldn’t he be able to share things openly with her? She might be female now, but Naoto was still Naoto!
She finally had enough and cornered him in the pantry during lunch.
“Naoki, you’ve been trying to tell me something all day. Spit it out.” Naoto swore that Naoki’s tall frame shrank a good three inches under her glare.
“Naoto-san… I…” She did not think it possible, but Naoki wilted even further, eyes darting everywhere but at her, and that inexplicably made her frustration increase.
“You what?”
“KnowthatI’mdoingthisthewrongwayaroundbutthingskindahappenedandI’mreallysorryIdidn’tcontrolmyselfbetterbutIwouldreallyliketotakeyououtthisSaturdaypleasesayyesdon’tkillme.” The words tumbled from Naoki’s lips in a mess, his eyes screwed shut in trepidation.
“... Oh,” What, was that it? “Where to?”
Naoki cracked open his left eye hesitantly, a small spark of hope flickering within it.
“It’ll spoil the surprise if I told you now, but I think you’ll like it.”
“It’s a date then,” Naoto shot a grin laced with a thousand promises at the taller man, “If I really enjoy myself I’ll be sure to let you know.”
6. Fluff [Cat]
Naoto had complained loudly when she saw the newly adopted cat sidle into Naoki’s room, calm as you please.
She complained once again when the cat sprang up from its resting place by Naoki, in favour of batting at the pom poms hanging from her sweater.
“Nao-san, she just wants to play.” Amusement tinged Naoki’s voice as he watched Naoto holding the pom poms out of the cat’s reach, a petulant scowl on her face.
“Yeah well, I know that,” Naoto grumbled, fingers relaxing their grip on the yarn.
The cat took this opportunity to paw at the spheres once again, taking one into its mouth and tugging slightly.
“Stupid cat.”
Seeing Naoto unsuccessfully fight off a soft smile from her face, Naoki felt a warmth spread through his chest.
7. Humour [Zoo]
“Naoki!” a hand was slapping his arm repeatedly in unconcealed excitement, “Look!”
He followed the direction of Naoto’s finger, catching sight of a full grown horse galloping around the paddock, steam blowing from its nose, clouds of dust flying about under its hooves.
Calmly catching the wrist of the hand that was still slapping unabashedly at his arm, Naoki asked, “What about the horse?”
Naoto’s pout was replaced by a teasing grin.
“It looks just like you!”
8. Hurt/Comfort [Museum]
Curious, yet wary of what was in the display, Naoto had made Naoki duck under the panel with her. After all, this was the trick eye museum, and surprises were bound to be lurking at every corner.
A few seconds ticked by, with her looking warily at a blank screen, clutching his hand tightly.
“I don’t think there’s anything here-”
A loud shriek sounded from the speakers around the duo, coupled with a projection of a female’s face, eyes sunken and bloodshot, gaping mouth wide open.
When the image disappeared from the screen, Naoki was left holding a shaking Naoto close to him, rubbing her back soothingly as she tried not to bury her face deeper into his sweater.
9. Smut [Movie]
Naoto had never been so relieved to have the back row seats all to themselves at the theatre before. Not that it had been crowded to begin with.
Granted, it might have been her fault for picking a B-grade adult movie despite Naoki’s protests, but she had been acting with a goal in mind. She just had not expected her goal to be achieved this soon.
With the armrest pushed up, Naoki’s arm had no trouble snaking around her waist, holding her close to his chest as his other hand slipped under her skirt. his breath tickling the shell of her ear.
“Nao-ki?” Naoto’s breath hitched when she felt those fingers slide under her dampened panties.
“Hush now,” she shivered as a deep voice rumbled into her ear, a finger slipping into her entrance with ease, “else we’ll be found out.”
The female lead let out a throaty moan, the male lead in the process of removing her bra.
“I don’t understand why you want to watch this, when we could be doing much more back at our place.” Naoki’s whisper was all calm, a second finger working into her and stroking her just so.
The actress was now completely naked, the actor trailing sloppy kisses down her long neck as he worked his way downwards. Biting her lower lip in an effort to keep silent, Naoto squirmed just a little, freezing when Naoki’s wandering fingers brushed that bundle of nerves inside her.
“Really, Naoto-san, I’d rather watch you come for me.” A third finger joined the first two, hitting that spot on every other thrust.
The sounds from the theatre speakers drowned out Naoto’s cry.
10. UST [Shopping]
After a frantic and garbled explanation about what had happened, her sister had flatly told her that something urgent had cropped up at work, so please wait till tonight for that set of underwear, otherwise you could jolly well go buy your own. She had hung up on her with a huff, throwing her mobile back into a sizeable pile of clothing and plonked herself onto her bed, running a frustrated hand through her hair.
With immense effort, Naoki tore his eyes away from his co-leader, trying valiantly to ignore the way her chest bounced when she settled onto the sheets, the way that she sat with her legs wide open, as if she were still male. With trousers on. Which was completely the opposite of what Naoto was right now.
“Naokiiiiii, she didn’t believe meeeeeee,” a familiar whine came from the bed, “Couldn’t you get some help from one of your sisters or something? I really don’t want to call my mother.”
“Naoto-san, my sisters would probably think that you’ve pulled another prank.”
“Then help me buy something!”
“What?! No. I’m not going into a shop and asking for lingerie. The sales assistants would think that I’m some sort of perv-” Naoki’s voice trailed off when his eyes had wandered back to Naoto. Who was now examining her new body, trailing her hands over her waist, bunching the cloth tighter over her breasts-
“Naoto-san, measuring tape,” Naoki choked out, fighting the urge to lock himself inside the washroom in Naoto’s hall.
He settled with averting his eyes once again from her inquisitive look.
“I mean, isn’t that a better way to figure out your size?”
1. Angst [rain]
He had chanced upon Naoto’s past performances when she (then a he) was still backdancing for Ayumi Hamasaki.
The expressions on Naoto’s face as he danced on her stage were a far cry from those that he put on during his J Soul Brothers days.
He caught Naoto’s expression when he looked at Ayu as she sang “Rainy Day”, an expression filled with such sorrow and regret and longing. Something that he never wanted to see directed at him, for he knew that he was weak, and such raw emotion would shatter his heart.
He knew that it was just a performance, but there was something in Naoto’s dance back then that tugged at his heartstrings, made him… resentful?
He closed the browser when he heard the key in the door, just as Naoto had tugged the singer in for a tight hug, her doe-like eyes wide open in shock.
“It’s pouring outside!”
How apt.
Not waiting for her to remove her shoes, he strode over to Naoto and embraced her.
“Woah, I didn’t know I had been gone that long.” Naoto’s laugh was cut short when he did not release her. “Naoki? What’s wrong?”
“Don’t leave me.”
2. AU (of an AU) [Vampire]
Naoki flipped absentmindedly through his file of documents, sneaking glances at his roommate as she strode purposefully around their suite. Seeing that the werewolf had extra work to complete, Naoto had declared that he should forget about their initial plans and focus on the project at hand instead.
Not that she was helping with his concentration, seeing as she had stripped down into just a tank top and mini shorts to “get comfy to tidy up the room”. Which had, in all honesty, been the case thus far, albeit with a lot more hip swaying than was absolutely required.
Without bending her knees, Naoto bent over to pick something up from the floor. Naoki fumbled with his file.
The smell of blood - Naoki’s own - filled his nostrils. Naoki’s hasty apologies trailed off when a smaller hand rested on his, lifting it up to meet a warm tongue lapping at the shallow cut on his palm.
A flustered look met with a teasing smirk as Naoto’s pink tongue flicked out once again, sweeping across the beads of red.
“I thought you wanted me to work.” Naoki set the file on the table, pulling Naoto into his lap.
Naoto angled her head backwards and captured Naoki’s lips with hers, her slightly elongated canines pricking his lips and drawing blood. Naoki growled into the kiss, twining his tongue around hers. Parting reluctantly for breath, she fixed her lover with darkened eyes and another of her smirks.
“I lied.”
3. Crack [Facebook]
“Naoto-san, you’ve been staring at your laptop for three hours straight. What on earth are you doing?”
“Ah HA.” With a flourish, Naoto slammed her index finger on the keyboard, right hand flying to the mouse and making a few quick clicks here and there. With a huge grin plastered to her face, she spun her laptop to face Naoki, whose raised eyebrow crept even nearer to his hairline.
“Naoto-san, why?” He gestured helplessly at the screen, which was displaying a badly photoshopped picture of him as Naoki-sensei in a mini skirt.
“Because I’m bored, and a skirt looks marginally better on you compared to those hot pants. Ohhhh, this is going onto your facebook fan page.”
“Naoto-san, delete it. Now.”
4. Crossover [Song]
He watched her on the stage, fingers picking at her guitar strings as she sang her band’s new song to the crowd. The stage lights reflected off her blonde highlights, the bright green of her wheelchair stark against the dark backdrop of the stage.
He watched as her fingers lost their coordination, as one of her band members took her guitar from her, allowing her to concentrate on singing.
Watching her grasp her microphone almost desperately as she belted out the chorus, his vision turned cloudy with unshed tears. Her voice, amplified by the speakers, resonated within the small room, even as the other band members invited the audience to sing along.
Her voice, usually hitting notes flawlessly, now wavered uncontrollably as she fought to keep it steady.
Naoki found his lips moving of their own accord, adding his voice to the audience’s song.
Naoto’s song.
5. First time [Date]
After that night, it had been at work when they next saw each other.
It had been nothing short of awkward, seeing as Naoki had initiated small talk with her, but always ended up doing an impersonation of a goldfish after a scant minute. Multiple times.
As much as she found Naoki’s stuttering cute, Naoto had been getting increasingly annoyed by these false starts. After all this time, and especially after last night, shouldn’t he be able to share things openly with her? She might be female now, but Naoto was still Naoto!
She finally had enough and cornered him in the pantry during lunch.
“Naoki, you’ve been trying to tell me something all day. Spit it out.” Naoto swore that Naoki’s tall frame shrank a good three inches under her glare.
“Naoto-san… I…” She did not think it possible, but Naoki wilted even further, eyes darting everywhere but at her, and that inexplicably made her frustration increase.
“You what?”
“KnowthatI’mdoingthisthewrongwayaroundbutthingskindahappenedandI’mreallysorryIdidn’tcontrolmyselfbetterbutIwouldreallyliketotakeyououtthisSaturdaypleasesayyesdon’tkillme.” The words tumbled from Naoki’s lips in a mess, his eyes screwed shut in trepidation.
“... Oh,” What, was that it? “Where to?”
Naoki cracked open his left eye hesitantly, a small spark of hope flickering within it.
“It’ll spoil the surprise if I told you now, but I think you’ll like it.”
“It’s a date then,” Naoto shot a grin laced with a thousand promises at the taller man, “If I really enjoy myself I’ll be sure to let you know.”
6. Fluff [Cat]
Naoto had complained loudly when she saw the newly adopted cat sidle into Naoki’s room, calm as you please.
She complained once again when the cat sprang up from its resting place by Naoki, in favour of batting at the pom poms hanging from her sweater.
“Nao-san, she just wants to play.” Amusement tinged Naoki’s voice as he watched Naoto holding the pom poms out of the cat’s reach, a petulant scowl on her face.
“Yeah well, I know that,” Naoto grumbled, fingers relaxing their grip on the yarn.
The cat took this opportunity to paw at the spheres once again, taking one into its mouth and tugging slightly.
“Stupid cat.”
Seeing Naoto unsuccessfully fight off a soft smile from her face, Naoki felt a warmth spread through his chest.
7. Humour [Zoo]
“Naoki!” a hand was slapping his arm repeatedly in unconcealed excitement, “Look!”
He followed the direction of Naoto’s finger, catching sight of a full grown horse galloping around the paddock, steam blowing from its nose, clouds of dust flying about under its hooves.
Calmly catching the wrist of the hand that was still slapping unabashedly at his arm, Naoki asked, “What about the horse?”
Naoto’s pout was replaced by a teasing grin.
“It looks just like you!”
8. Hurt/Comfort [Museum]
Curious, yet wary of what was in the display, Naoto had made Naoki duck under the panel with her. After all, this was the trick eye museum, and surprises were bound to be lurking at every corner.
A few seconds ticked by, with her looking warily at a blank screen, clutching his hand tightly.
“I don’t think there’s anything here-”
A loud shriek sounded from the speakers around the duo, coupled with a projection of a female’s face, eyes sunken and bloodshot, gaping mouth wide open.
When the image disappeared from the screen, Naoki was left holding a shaking Naoto close to him, rubbing her back soothingly as she tried not to bury her face deeper into his sweater.
9. Smut [Movie]
Naoto had never been so relieved to have the back row seats all to themselves at the theatre before. Not that it had been crowded to begin with.
Granted, it might have been her fault for picking a B-grade adult movie despite Naoki’s protests, but she had been acting with a goal in mind. She just had not expected her goal to be achieved this soon.
With the armrest pushed up, Naoki’s arm had no trouble snaking around her waist, holding her close to his chest as his other hand slipped under her skirt. his breath tickling the shell of her ear.
“Nao-ki?” Naoto’s breath hitched when she felt those fingers slide under her dampened panties.
“Hush now,” she shivered as a deep voice rumbled into her ear, a finger slipping into her entrance with ease, “else we’ll be found out.”
The female lead let out a throaty moan, the male lead in the process of removing her bra.
“I don’t understand why you want to watch this, when we could be doing much more back at our place.” Naoki’s whisper was all calm, a second finger working into her and stroking her just so.
The actress was now completely naked, the actor trailing sloppy kisses down her long neck as he worked his way downwards. Biting her lower lip in an effort to keep silent, Naoto squirmed just a little, freezing when Naoki’s wandering fingers brushed that bundle of nerves inside her.
“Really, Naoto-san, I’d rather watch you come for me.” A third finger joined the first two, hitting that spot on every other thrust.
The sounds from the theatre speakers drowned out Naoto’s cry.
10. UST [Shopping]
After a frantic and garbled explanation about what had happened, her sister had flatly told her that something urgent had cropped up at work, so please wait till tonight for that set of underwear, otherwise you could jolly well go buy your own. She had hung up on her with a huff, throwing her mobile back into a sizeable pile of clothing and plonked herself onto her bed, running a frustrated hand through her hair.
With immense effort, Naoki tore his eyes away from his co-leader, trying valiantly to ignore the way her chest bounced when she settled onto the sheets, the way that she sat with her legs wide open, as if she were still male. With trousers on. Which was completely the opposite of what Naoto was right now.
“Naokiiiiii, she didn’t believe meeeeeee,” a familiar whine came from the bed, “Couldn’t you get some help from one of your sisters or something? I really don’t want to call my mother.”
“Naoto-san, my sisters would probably think that you’ve pulled another prank.”
“Then help me buy something!”
“What?! No. I’m not going into a shop and asking for lingerie. The sales assistants would think that I’m some sort of perv-” Naoki’s voice trailed off when his eyes had wandered back to Naoto. Who was now examining her new body, trailing her hands over her waist, bunching the cloth tighter over her breasts-
“Naoto-san, measuring tape,” Naoki choked out, fighting the urge to lock himself inside the washroom in Naoto’s hall.
He settled with averting his eyes once again from her inquisitive look.
“I mean, isn’t that a better way to figure out your size?”