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“HEEHAW!” The laugh echoed off the shore as the Queen of the Kamabakka Queendom stepped onto shore, his heels sinking into the sand, “Dragon was right, this is a lovely island!” It had modern convinces but it seemed to want to stick to the traditional attitudes and landscapes. Tropical flowers blooming happily in the sun, the women and men dressed in sarongs of bright colors and bold patterns. Emperio Ivankov stuck out like a giant purple vinyl wearing sore thumb here. A few woman pulled their children closer to them when they saw the man as some of the men knew this was the reason why babies cried at night. Not that the Queen cared of course- he was royalty and allowed to do whatever he liked. He didn’t care if people were thinking he was a shameless pervert.
Ivankov pointed to a man with a ponyhawk “You! Can you tell me where the nearest five-star hotel is?” the man just gaped at the…thing pointing at him and asking him where he knew where a fancy place to stay was. He lived here! He didn’t need to know things like that.
“Um.” He mouthed trying to figure out fully why there was a bright purple ship with a unicorn figurehead in the bay. “That way?” he suggested pointing in a vague direction.
“Thank you!” the Okama said blowing a kiss at the man- who luckily dodged it before the drag queen went in the direction he pointed it in, watching the fishnet cape billow in the breeze somehow.
Ivankov already was liking this place, it seemed to have the best of both worlds plus it was too small for the World Government to really want. He placed his hands on his waist and looked about lost in the tropical scenery before he noticed something suspicious.
It was a child with orange and white hair and wearing clothes much to warm for the area, it was by itself clutching a lunch box in one hand and looking much too sour for any child even if they were going to school. So he went up to the child and pointed out the obvious.
“You’re dressed odd.”
The child cast a look up at the Okama queen and Ivankov blinked. This child had unique eyes, thin lashes like a boy yet the shape and size were of a girl’s. He looked the child over: chin length bi-colored hair, a boy’s shoulders yet a girl’s hips.
“Pot calling kettle…” the child said balling up its fists.
“Oh I am a pot! Queen of the Okamas Em-”
The child looked aghast and didn’t listen to the man finish the rest of his sentence as he backed off. “Freak!” Inazuma shouted, it felt good to throw the word out for once instead of getting it. Inazuma knew that in the story books, when someone saw the outcast and were one themselves, they would feel a ping of sympathy. Inazuma didn’t. S/He tried to fit in! S/He would wear clothes that would blend in, try and act like everyone else. But- but this Okama was standing around in their underwear and fishnets and trying to be as much of…of a whatever as possible.
“A freak?” The giant said, “Oh you hurt my feelings! Torn out my delicate little feminine heart!” Ivankov said letting tears pour down his face. That is what got Inazuma.
“O-Oh I’m so-“
“I AM FINE!” Ivankov said throwing his hands in the air as the child fumed.
“THAT ISN’T NICE!” The child shouted as the man, as the Okama Queen laughed while still chanting ‘I’m fine!’
“Well, I introduced myself, why don’t you introduce yourself?” the man said to the child who just turned on its heel and started to storm off. Perhaps a name would help him find out what the child was. “Don’t be rude.”
That made the child pause and spin back around in a fury of orange and white. “Inazuma, there!” and then turned once more and started to leave once again. Ivankov not stopping it again before pointing to the child and asking a nearby shopkeeper.
“Tell me more about that child!”
“Don’t be a freak and its not my kid so why should I know?”
“Who does it belong to?” People in these quaint little islands tended to know each other.
“ Cho and Dritta! Go bother them!” The shop keeper just wanted the freak away from his shop, people would start getting weird ideas about him.
“Thank you.” Ivankov couldn't help but to be interested in the bi-colored youth, a child that seemed so much like a girl and at the same time so much like a boy.
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Cho means butterfly. Because I am so not creative.
When Ivankov said that he was a pot, it is because the word for Okama comes from the word 'Pot/kettle'. So it really is a case of the pot calling the kettle black there.
I don't have a beta, so forgive me for any epic messups I have while I write this and I am sorry for being so slow.
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This is awesome! I can't wait for more!
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Cho gave the person a weak smile, manners eventually overridding common sense. "May I help you?" she asked as she looked up at the man. The man nodded.
"Why yes, yes you can! Are you Cho?"
"Yes." she said, feeling out the single syllable of the word. The man seemed excited.
"I met your child today..."
Suddenly the woman seemed to lose her nervousness as her back became rod-straight. "What did Ina do?"
Ivankov smirked as he let himself into the home. It was clean, a few action figures laying on the floor next to a few dolls. "Oh nothing! I just have some questions about...Ina." He brought a gloved hand up to the side of his face, tapping his cheek. The woman frowned.
"My child isn't a freak show. People don't ask questions about other children."
Ivankov nodded as the woman kept on talking, wondering if the woman went on a rant like this everytime someone asked about her child or if she had just reached the breaking point. Although he had to give Cho her kudos due to the fact even though she was ranting about how people treated her child as some sort of freak, she had already handed him a cup of tea and a few cookies to nibble on.
"I am curious not because I think Inazuma is a freak." The Okama finally interrupted. "I think zhe is quite lucky infact."
"Lucky?" Cho paused, she looked tired . "You're insane, Ina-Chan isn't lucky. Ina wakes up in the morning trying to figure out what...it...should be. Boy or Girl? Skirts and dolls or pants and toy guns?"
Ivankov laughed, "Once Inazuma gets over that he can be whatever she wants to be. Once she gets over his hangups, she will have ascended biological sex! Pure choice to whom to be!"
The woman looked sadly at the okama. "When I was in West Blue, I once saw a butterfly..." Ivankov looked up from the sweets and at the woman who had settled down in front of him. "I was 10 years old and I was just enjoying the breeze and this butterfly came fluttering up to me. It was beautiful. One wing was a sea blue and the other was a sunshine yellow. I fell in love with that butterfly when I saw it. I said to myself, 'I want a child as pretty as you, Miss Butterfly!'" This is where she would have ended the story if she was telling it to her child. But, she was telling it to an adult who didn't seem to get it. "The reason I said 'Child' is because my mother considered me the cutest thing ever so I didn't want to change that, so I wished it for my child. Well, I... got my wish. I eventually had a child, and I remember looking at it for a brief moment, a little bit of orange hair, a little bit of white, and the doctor saying 'Its..um, Its a baby." Cho gave a weak laugh, “Only later did I find out that butterflies with two colors like that usually have two sexes- like Inazuma. Both divided down the middle.” A pause. “For the most part.”
“For the most part?” Ivankov asked now scooting forward a bit more so he could find out. This was quite interesting, Cho just brought her hand up to her forehead. “Some parts of Ina’s build is done horizontally instead of vertically. I fear puberty will be hell for Ina.”
Ivankov smiled, “Maybe fate brought us together then.” he crossed his legs, heels clicking on the floor . “I ate the Horu-Horu no Mi, I’m a hormones man.”
“That’s sick. Get out of my house. Stay away from my child.” Cho deadpanned as Ivankov laughed at her expression as he went to further explain his abilities.
“I can change someone’s hormones. If Ina wishes, I could give her a proper sex of his choice.”
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That made Cho freeze. “You could make Ina fully one or another?” she said this as if Ivankov were an angel having just descended down to tell her grand and holy news. No more mornings of having to pull the child out of a depressed mood so they could go to class, being able to go to the shops and picking out clothes that wouldn’t offend the child on its mood. Being able to call Inazuma her little prince or princess. The mere thought of it made her chest tighten.
“But of course, it should be up to Ina to decide what he wants to be in the end, has she shown any preference?”
Cho looked around the house, and honestly could say that her child hadn’t.
Ivankov was also looking at the toys and the drawings on the icebox and could tell that he knew what Cho was thinking. “How about I stick around some and see what Inazuma wants- if anything right now?”
Cho agreed, it would be good as she wondered if Inazuma would make the right choice or if she and Dritta should decide-
No, that wouldn’t do. They lost their chance to decide for Inazuma- Inazuma would now get to decide.
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Inazuma smiled at zhir classmates, who ignored the child like normally. They knew that Inazuma was different, and it just wasn’t because of the odd hair color pair, it was the things the teacher tried to underplay. Changing for gym away from either group, always somehow being at the end or front of the line so not to disrupt the ‘boy-girl-boy-girl’ line up order. The adults with show mercy, whatever mercy they showed would be taken and mutated and become vicious at the hands of children.
Inazuma was used to this already, so they would walk over to the swing set and sit down and watch the boys play ‘King of the Hill’ and pretend to be Pirates or Marines, the girls would jump rope or sit in their groups playing clapping games. Inazuma wanted to join in, wanted to pretend to be like Garp or Gold Roger, or learn the games and rhymes instead of sitting on the sidelines with a lunchbox with a lion on it and a folder full of homework.
The child’s mind went back to the queer that they met. Inazuma wondered if when they were a child if they too sat on the sidelines and in the end just decided if they were going to be stuck in the third, they should make the best of it.
The child dug its tennis shoes into the sand underneath the swing, trying to push the jeans down so no one would see the bright pink socks Inazuma decided to wear today. The teacher called out telling them school is starting.
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I am surprised how quickly I pounded this out, so normal disclaimer of fail.
And a friend I had look over this asked why I didn't have Ivankov speak like 'Vhy?' and such, my response: It is annoying to type and read for me at least.
No real A/N besides that. So to contribute something of value here is a few of my little designs so far for the story. I can't draw Ivankov serious. Ever. Enjoy the many colors Here
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