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      Fujisaki_Chihiro/Ishimaru_Kiyotaka/Oowada_Mondo, Fujisaki_Chihiro/Oowada
      Mondo, Ishimaru_Kiyotaka/Oowada_Mondo, Fujisaki_Chihiro/Ishimaru_Kiyotaka
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      Fujisaki_Chihiro, Ishimaru_Kiyotaka, Oowada_Mondo
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      Trans_Character, OT3, starts_angsty_but_turns_fluffy_i_promise, Gender
      Dysphoria, ishimaru_being_a_giant_fucking_dork, mondo_is_gr8, chihiro
      gradually_turns_into_a_bara, Intercrural_Sex
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      Published: 2013-04-13 Completed: 2014-03-01 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 11734
****** Virtus ******
by LordAxxington
Summary
     (SPOILERS for 2nd trial) Ishimaru Kiyotaka has many good points, but
     tact is not one of them. Discovering Chihiro's secret, he humiliates
     her, but when he and Mondo work together to make amends, they end up
     with something bigger than the three of them could have imagined.
Notes
     Set at some point during chapter 2.
     This fic uses female pronouns for Chihiro and interprets her as a
     trans girl. I might write others where I interpret her gender
     differently, but this is what I went with for my first try...
     There's some discussion of honorifics in this chapter that I decided
     not to explain because I figure we're probably all weeaboos here and
     quite familiar with the politics of suffixes, but if you are at all
     confused please let me know!
     Obligatory disclaimer: First fic I've written since I was 13. Updates
     may be sporadic.
     edit: dear god i just reread it and i promise chapter 2 is better
     than this
***** Chapter 1 *****
She runs her fingers over her collarbones, her delicate ankles. These parts of
her, these little details, are hers to cherish when the rest of her body makes
her unhappy. She folds her arms and fiddles with her bra strap. Her underwear
is strawberry patterned. She hacks out a tiny cough. She isn't ill, but when
she panics, she can't catch her breath. She tends to panic a lot when she looks
into mirrors.
In her treasured friends she sees the things she lacks, and in the mirror
before her she sees a failure. She wants to be a strong, beautiful girl like
Sakura, and what she sees before her is a weak, sad little boy dressing up in
girls' underwear like a pervert. She holds her chest and wheezes. Stop looking,
Chihiro, just stop looking.
It is past time to meet for breakfast; she needs to dress.
The rapid flurry of knocks on her door as she pulls on her shirt startles her;
its efficiency like the drilling of a woodpecker betraying the visitor.
"FUJISAKI-KUN! YOU ARE NOW THREE MINUTES AND NINETEEN SECONDS LATE FOR
BREAKFAST!! ARE YOU QUITE ALL RIGHT?" Ishimaru practically shrieks through the
keyhole.
"I'm fine," she musters quietly, and a cough bursts out of her. Her shirt is
only half on, her skirt not at all. If he looked through the keyhole, he could
see. Ishimaru would never do such a thing, she tells herself, but he could, he
COULD, and she's feeling too dizzy with panic to stand up and get her skirt-
"Fujisaki-kun! Is that you?! I cannot hear you!"
"Yes, Ishimaru-kun, I'm sorry, I just-" she pauses to take a wheezing breath,
"-I woke up late."
"YOUR VOICE IS VERY FAINT FUJISAKI-KUN ARE YOU ILL OR POSSIBLY INJURED."
"No!" She doubles over coughing.
"It is clear you are in bad shape! Do you need my assistance? I have learnt
over fourteen methods for breaking down a door cleanly! I ask you to maintain a
distance of four feet from the collision area!"
"Ishimaru-kun, don't-"
He does. Barrelling through the doorway with a kick that must have had
surprising muscle behind it, the frenzied Ishimaru Kiyotaka has invaded
Chihiro's room. She cowers on the floor. It is obvious. Everything is obvious.
They stare at each other for a moment. She starts, quietly, to cry.
Ishimaru seems to have gained the hue and consistency of a beetroot and begins
to back out of the doorway. "F-Fujisaki-I-Fujisaki...san... I - I deeply
apologise... Had I - had I known you were..."
For once unable to complete his duty of speaking clearly, he flees.
She remains on the floor for a few further moments, allowing her hiccupy sobs
to stop, then slowly finishes getting dressed. She's not sure what for, though.
She's done for. Even Ishimaru, who is sweet and kind, will never understand...
this.
As she enters the breakfast hall, face neutral, those assembled all scrutinise
her with a searching expression that makes her heartbeat rise into a commotion.
"So what's this?" Asahina loudly demands. "Did Ishimaru seriously break into
your room? That's the worst kind of behaviour! I can't believe it!"
"I - I was..."
"F-Fujisaki was having a coughing fit! I! I though perhaps sh-she was in a
predicament which required interceding! My judgement was impaired!" Ishimaru is
bowing so low his chin nearly scrapes the floor.
"Apparently," Celes observes cannily, "During that time the two of them got to
know each other well enough for Ishimaru to stop using honorifics."
Chihiro turns red, Ishimaru purple, neither of them helping matters. Yamada has
stood up, quivering like a jelly, and squeaks "Can it be! Ishimaru-dono saw...
THAT!"
"'That?'" Naegi has to enquire.
"...The full panties..." Yamada intones, grinning. Ishimaru and Chihiro wear
the matching expression of those with a great desire to slide under the table
and cease existing forever.
Sakura comes to her rescue. "Enough vulgarity. Let us resume breakfast." she
announces in a voice with no room for argument. Chihiro thinks about her
favourite coding languages as she manages half a bowl of rice. It's the only
way to stop herself from crying.
Mondo can't pretend he isn't extremely curious about what went on, but poor
little Fujisaki looks so mortified he knows he can't pry in front of her.
Instead, as soon as Ishimaru has put down his soup, Mondo practically drags him
out of the room.
"U-Unhand me, you ruffian!" Ishimaru stutters, as Mondo slams him against the
wall inside the boys' toilets.
"What the hell happened with Fujisaki?" Mondo demands, blocking the escape with
his elbow.
Ishimaru gulps. "I-It's not my place to - Fujisaki-kun was not entirely dressed
- I -"
"So you saw a little girl's underwear and now you feel like a freaky pervert?"
Ishimaru nods.
"Well, you should. Fuckin' disgusting, breaking into a girl's room."
Ishimaru looks close to tears. "I know... I am truly disgraceful! For this, I
shall remove my own free time privileges and increase my list of chores!"
Mondo sighs. "Listen, Ishimaru. You don't get it. You can't make amends by just
punishin' yourself, that's not the issue here. It's Fujisaki's feelings you got
to account for. Apologise to her properly, for fuck's sake."
"I- I-"
"You what, dammit?"
"O-Oowada-kun." Ishimaru steels himself. "There is a further issue. I... I ask
you not to disclose this to anyone else, but I don't have a guidebook for this
situation, and I'm unsure what action to take. You seem like a sensible man.
Perhaps you can advise me."
"On what?"
"Fujisaki... Fujisaki-kun is not... Well, Fujisaki-kun doesn't appear to be a
girl." Ishimaru claps a hand over his own mouth as soon as he says it.
"So you're sayin' she's got a dick?"
"Oowada-kun! I.. Well... Yes."
Mondo pulls Ishimaru forward by the collar and hisses hotly into his face. "OK,
so don't be an ass about it. It's her issue."
"B-but how am I to address... her?"
"As a girl, shithead! She obviously wants to be treated like a girl right now,
seeing as that's how she introduced herself! God, you're dense as fuck for a
guy who's all about manners. Why do you give a fuck what's in her pants,
anyway? If you're lookin' to get lucky I wouldn't get your hopes up after that
screwup."
"None of that indecency, Oowada-kun!" Ishimaru slaps him lightly on the
pompadour. "But... thank you. I see that I was being disrespectful in my
conduct." Ishimaru shifts against the wall but Mondo doesn't seem to be letting
up. They are still two inches from each other's noses. Ishimaru's uniform is
starting to feel oddly prickly on his skin.
Mondo gives him a strange look and then the moment ends. "Talk to Fujisaki,"
Mondo warns him. Ishimaru nods and hastens to the kitchen to do his self-
imposed washing-up duty.
It's at times like this when Chihiro reflects that it would be nice if she
could think of the other people at Hope's Peak as her friends. She feels a
small but insistent instinct beating inside her, that tells her they could all
get along, in some other life, maybe. But not in the school of mutual killing,
where any one of her classmates could turn on her, and she is so small, and so
useless, and so wrapped up in her own strange issues. As she returns to her
bedroom she notes that Monobear appears to have already fixed her slightly
demolished door - his strange insistence on keeping the school's image pristine
must ring true. She's glad Ishimaru wasn't punished for destroying school
property, though. After what happened to Enoshima, Chihiro feels that
treasuring her friends while they're still alive should be a priority.
She wants to turn to her computer when she's frightened, and so she does. She's
aware of Monobear's gaze, but he can't forbid her from writing a programme -
it's why she was asked to come here, after all. As she's putting the finishing
touches to version 1.0 of a little AI she's calling Alter Ego, a knock comes at
the door, making her freeze momentarily.
"Fujisaki-san?" The voice is indistinct, but it's Ishimaru's. "I... was
wondering if I might take a moment to apologise. If you don't mind."
She wants to tell him to go away. She wants to. She doesn't want to have to
talk about this. But that's not what someone strong would do, and she should
treasure this opportunity to stop things from being weird between the two of
them. "Come in," she says hesitantly.
He stands in the doorway rigidly looking flustered, and she feels odd pity. He
is very kind, always trying to do right by everyone. "F-Fujisaki-san," he
recites, "I humbly apologise for bursting in on you this morning. It was...
completely inappropriate."
She doesn't really know how to reply, so just quietly says "That's all right,
it was a misunderstanding." Her voice squeaks on the last syllable.
"And would you... I have been addressing all my new friends as, for example,
Fujisaki-kun, in order to establish the bonds of fraternity between us, but,
Fujisaki, would you prefer it if I called you Fujisaki-chan?" Ishimaru sort of
babbles.
It isn't at all what she expected him to say. She's touched, and feels warmer
towards him than she did earlier. She pats the edge of the bed next to where
she is perched, and he accordingly stiffly sits down next to her. "I um...
Whatever Ishimaru-kun wants to call me is fine. Thank you."
"Would you prefer I took my leave?" He doesn't look at her.
"Do you want to leave?"
"Whatever would make you comfortable."
"I... want you to stay."
She clears her throat once, the sound a low growl that she hates; it
foreshadows the fact that she's fifteen, fifteen and growing fast. "Ishimaru-
kun, did you tell anyone about... me?"
He pinches the bridge of his nose and looks sincerely regretful. "I cannot lie.
I told Oowada Mondo-kun because I was not sure how to address the situation.
But he is sworn to secrecy. And he... was very sensible and kind, and made me
realise I should not start treating you differently now, Fujisaki-kun."
"Really? He said that?" And yet, she can imagine it. Beneath his rough
exterior, she has an innate notion that Mondo is a friend she can trust.
Ishimaru nods and smiles at her with unexpected warmth, and somehow it spills
out.
"Ishimaru-kun... I didn't want to be like this. I wanted to be a strong boy, I
did, but... I'm really a pathetic person. I just like being a girl. I just like
pretty clothes and being treated gently. It's made me so happy. I want to
become a strong person, but I don't want to let go of this freedom. And I can't
keep on lying forever, because I know my body will change soon, but I don't
know how to make it stop, and in my head I just feel it, I feel that I'm a
girl, I know it's right-" She becomes aware of the tears budding in her eyes,
and a hand gently holding hers.
"If you think you're a girl, then you're a girl." It's the softest voice she's
ever heard Ishimaru use. "You can be whoever you want. You don't have to be a
boy to be strong. You're already a strong person, Chihiro."
"You're a kind person... Kiyotaka."
She hugs him tightly around the middle and buries her face in his neck. He
relaxes into the embrace and strokes her hair. "Ishimaru-kun," she says in a
muffled voice, returning to formalities, "Would it be all right if I did some
training with you and Oowada-kun? I would like that."
"So would I."
She smiles at him, wipes her eyes, and stands up. "If you'll excuse me," she
says, pressing at her skirt, "Asahina-chan said that she would braid my hair."
"It will look very pretty." Ishimaru stands up too and seems a thousand times
more like himself as he exits with a salute. "Tomorrow morning after breakfast,
Fujisaki-kun's training commences! Let's do our best!"
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     sweaty gross cuddling, ishimaru makes poor life decisions, and the
     author attempts to write something edging towards NSFW.
Chapter Notes
     thank u guys so much for kudos and bookmarks on the shitty first
     chapter oh wowwww i hope this one is ok too! i think its a bit better
     but idk. its longer anyway hooooo
     I have a serial problem with switching POV halfway through a
     paragraph and i've tried to keep it to a minimum but i apologise if
     that didnt really work out
     i feel like maybe i use character names a bit too often, but i have a
     pet peeve about using descriptors like "the other man" soooo yeah but
     lemme know if its irritating
     fantastic headcanon from this post on tumblr: http://tinyurl.com/
     d5hzj52 (link spoils chapter content)
When she wakes up the next morning it takes her a moment to realise why she is
smiling. She's all alone as she dresses, and her room is still melancholy and
Hope's Peak is still despair-inducing, yet it's as if sunlight is flooding into
her room, making a smile tug at her lips even with nobody to see it. She
realises that this is the first time she'd dared to dream that things could
last, that there could be people who knew the truth and yet it wouldn't change
how they saw her.
She practically skips to breakfast. "Good morning, Fujisaki-kun!" Ishimaru
greets immediately, and she struggles not to grin openly in response to his
earnest cheer. As Naegi and Asahina pick up on the happy mood, breakfast
chatter begins, and even Togami seems less irritated than usual, Sakura less
stoic.
Mondo ruffles her hair as he walks past to take his usual seat, and as he yells
at Ishimaru to "get him some damn food in here" she sees for the first time
that he's enjoying himself behind the gruffness.
"Oowada-kun, you are perfectly capable of preparing your own food!" Ishimaru
chastises.
"Yeah, but I know you did it already."
"It is true... I have prepared three breakfast options this morning. A
nutritious start to a day of hard work is key!" He smiles at her and she smiles
back and it's the first time in a long time that she feels she has nothing to
hide away and be ashamed of.
"Chihiro-chan," Asahina nudges her, munching on a donut (ignoring Ishimaru's
splutters of protest at this choice of breakfast) "Do you want to hang around
with us today? I feel like you spend a lot of time in your room..."
"Actually, I have plans," she daringly says. "I'm going to work out."
Asahina looks surprised, but is hasty to reply "Well, Sakura and I were going
to swim laps later on, I just didn't think you'd be interested..."
"Ah, that's OK. I'm... training separately."
Asahina is bewildered but doesn''t press. Kirigiri looks as though she's picked
up on something but Chihiro feels wildly that she doesn't care if people find
out. That maybe she's doing nothing wrong.
She doesn't think she's ever quite appreciated how much Ishimaru smiles and
makes an effort to keep everyone's spirits up. As morose as Fukawa always
looks, she feels that as long as they can sit around this table and laugh with
each other, then in some small way they're beating Monobear at his own game.
And she will beat Monobear - whatever it takes. That's why she has to become
strong.
*
This time it's Ishimaru's turn to pull Mondo aside as he clatters his own
dishes into the sink. "Today we're training with Fujisaki-kun, OK? We're going
to help her become strong!"
"What the hell? Maybe I had plans today!" Mondo halfheartedly complains.
"Oowada-kun, through days of careful observation I have discovered that you
never do anything constructive with your free time." If it wasn't Ishimaru, the
observation would get him a beating, but the guy's too damn chipper for Mondo
to get angry. "This way, you can both resume your no doubt rigorous exercise
schedule, as well as help me in making amends to Fujisaki-kun."
"'No doubt rigorous'?"
"Well..." Ishimaru rubs the back of his head. "I had assumed, as Oowada-kun
packs a very manly figure..."
As Mondo wrestles with how he feels about that comment, Chihiro pokes her head
around the kitchen door. "Ishimaru-kun? Are we still on for today?" she says
quietly, and damn it to hell, she's so cute Mondo might have to punch
something.
"Ah yes! My sincerest apologies for our dallying, Fujisaki-kun! Let us make
haste!"
Ishimaru half-jogs up the stairs to the second floor, with Chihiro following
him on light feet slightly furtively, and Mondo trailing behind them with a
scowl - somehow he just didn't picture these two being the people he'd hang out
with at Hope's Peak. "You better not be making this into some kind of workout,
Ishimaru" he warns.
"Workout! That's exactly what we're doing!" their leader sings, clapping.
Mondo's face falls into his hands as Chihiro smiles and swings her arms.
They swipe their ID cards in turn at the door, and she gives the corridor one
last look to make sure she's not being watched before doing the same. This is
the first time she's been in the boy's changing room here. The poster on the
wall makes her shrink slightly, its crude cleavage shot being a stark reminder
of the laddish culture that had always so repelled her, but other than that the
room is neutral; hardly yet used. Dumbbells and weights of various sizes line
the walls, with fresh towels folded on the benches.
Ishimaru doesn't hesitate to begin stripping out of his uniform, making Chihiro
shriek involuntarily.
"What the hell are you doin'?" Mondo roars, red-faced.
Ishimaru has shrugged off his jacket, revealing a rather unexpected six-pack,
and is beginning to undo his trousers. "Mondo-kun, you cannot expect to work
out in a leather jacket! As for me, I will not allow my bodily excretions to
stain this pristine uniform when we start to break a sweat."
"What, and the kid's supposed to get down to her undies as well, huh? Think
about how weird you're being for once, you idiot!"
"I shall not inhibit my training with the shackles of clothing!" Ishimaru
proclaims as he hops around a corner in his underpants, returning from behind a
row of lockers wearing only a white towel. "You may do as you choose! Of
course, I would never ask that a lady undress... it is completely improper."
Chihiro isn't sure where to look, as every part of Ishimaru's exposed flesh
looks rather frighteningly explicit. Mondo turns out once again to be her
unexpected defender as he sighs and picks up a small dumbbell, testing it for
weight in one hand, then holds it out to her. "So you wanna build up some
muscle, is that right? Why don't you start with this?"
She can hold it in both hands without a struggle, but when she tries to lift it
one-handed she feels her whole body tipping sideways with the weight, and
squeals as she nearly falls over. A strong pair of hands - Ishimaru's - steady
her.
Mondo takes the weight and kneels in front of her. "Kiddo, you gotta hold out
against the weight. Keep your feet steady and lift it. You ain't gonna let a
tiny little dumbbell push you around, right?"
"Right." She sounds less than convinced.
"Fujisaki, you got to believe in yourself if you want to do anything that
scares you."
"What an excellent motto!" Ishimaru chimes in.
"Shut up, I'm talkin' about the weights. You think me an' Ishimaru weren't
little shrimps like you once? You think Sakura was born muscly? I know you've
got the personality to put the effort in. So I'm gonna give you back this
weight and you're gonna lift it way up in the air and make it your little
bitch, right?"
"Right!"
And she does. She can. Her arm trembles, but she holds out and lifts for a full
five seconds. As she holds it in her other hand, feeling accomplished, Ishimaru
returns from the wall holding a monstrously huge dumbbell as if it were
feather-light. He hands it to Mondo. "Remember, this is a workout for
everybody! Fujisaki-kun, by the end of the next four hours, I expect you to be
able to lift this dumbbell too!"
*
Four hours ago, she'd never have believed she could. But now, even though the
room stinks of sweaty horribleness and she hasn't caught her breath in ages,
she thinks she could do anything she puts her mind to. As Ishimaru does
ridiculously tense jumping jacks with an occasional cry of "HUAH!!!!" and Mondo
bench-presses the big dumbbell freehandedly, puffing out hot breaths from the
floor, Chihiro pauses from spotting him and says "Let me try."
"What?"
"I want to try lifting that dumbbell, Oowada-kun. Two-handed, but I just want
to try."
"Fujisaki, you're crazy! This thing's heavier than you!"
"Ishimaru-kun said I could do it."
"Ishimaru is way too fuckin' optimistic for his own good."
"But I just want to try!"
He sets it on the ground and shakes his head. "Whatever you say."
She clenches her small fists around the warm, sweat-slippy steel and pulls up,
levering the weight with her legs like Ishimaru told her to, but with a grunt
she admits defeat as she drops it after only about an inch.
Mondo laughs. "Nice try, kiddo. In a few weeks, maybe."
"Hmmm. I wanted to be able to lift it." She doesn't mean to sound so morose,
but the dumbbell had meant more than a dumbbell to her.
"You will. You gotta give yourself a while to grow; you can't get all buff just
from one workout no matter how much you train. And you did train a lot,
Fujisaki. Now gimme a flex."
She grins and complies. A tiny indent in her skinny upper arm hints at the
potential for muscle. Mondo laughs, but it's friendly, not mean, as he flexes
his gigantic arm in comparison.
Ishimaru finally hits his 200th jumping jack and rushes to join in, adding a
pale bicep to the triangle. "Ishimaru-kun, you're so strong!" Chihiro exclaims.
"As a hall monitor, it is my duty to possess physical strength and use it for
good!"
"Jeez, the kid's right. She could probably swing off that thing," Mondo
observes, sounding genuinely impressed. Chihiro giggles and does, jumping up to
hang on to Ishimaru's arm like a monkey. He gives a delighted laugh and lifts
her off the ground and she kicks her small feet in the air. "Um, Ishimaru-kun's
armpits smell horrible!"
"You're no bunch of daisies yourself," Mondo says wryly.
"Mondo-kun, you're sweatier than anyone."
"Hehe. You wanna break a sweat, you gotta deal with the sweat." He envelopes
her in a gross sticky hug and she squeals and hugs his arms back, as Ishimaru
laughingly joins in from behind, making Mondo gasp. They sit down together in
an awkward caterpillar of embracing limbs, Chihiro in Mondo's lap in
Ishimaru's. Chihiro leans her head back against Mondo's chest. "You got nice
fluffy hair, Fujisaki," he sighs. She moves her head side-to-side, laughing,
dusting him.
"Oowada-kun's hair stinks of gel," Ishimaru complains, and for that Mondo
presses the back of his head into Ishimaru's face, earning him a swat.
"Man, we're so gross right now." Mondo observes comfortably.
Chihiro suddenly sits up, tense, and for a moment Mondo's terrified they've
overstepped their boundaries with the young girl. "I just realised I said I'd
meet Yamada-kun in the library fifteen minutes ago! Sorry! Sorry! I have to go!
It was really fun! Thank you!" she shouts as she gathers up her cardigan and
swiftly exits.
Then, for a moment, it's just Mondo sitting in Ishimaru's lap against a wall in
an empty changing room, and that's a little weird, but neither of them moves.
"I think we made her very happy," says Ishimaru after a moment, his voice
muffled by Mondo's hair.
"Yeah." says Mondo, aware of Ishimaru's warm breath on the back of his neck. If
the hall monitor leaned his head forward a little more, he'd be resting his
head on Mondo's shoulder. "And she's gonna be toned as hell by the time we're
done."
"Yes. It's nice to think we're doing something helpful to somebody, even in
this awful situation." Ishimaru's head bobs forward more, and he suppresses a
yawn. His nose is now pressed against Mondo's skin.
Mondo doesn't know what to do, or what he's thinking, but his heartbeat is
kicking up a storm and he finds himself sitting up and spinning around to face
Ishimaru, who is still only wearing a towel, and they're both so sweaty and
they stare at each other and then Mondo's kissing Ishimaru, gripping the back
of his head and swearing into his mouth and Ishimaru's fiercely reciprocating.
Mondo's sort of licking the sweat off Ishimaru's face and he's aware how
fucking disgusting that is but Ishimaru doesn't seem to mind when Mondo thrusts
his tongue into his mouth. They don't know what they're doing but neither of
them cares.
Ishimaru has a firm grip on the small of Mondo's back and is unthinkingly
pulling the gangster's body towards his, orienting the hardness in Mondo's
jeans towards the rapidly developing counterpart in his towel. And then when
they've rubbed up against each other once and the heat is getting to Ishimaru's
head, he rapidly backs away and sort of. Panics. And.
OK, he punches Mondo in the crotch.
And then, as Mondo swears loudly and doubles over, he runs out of the changing
room half-naked at the speed of lightning.
Celes' expression as he bolts past her in the corridor is priceless but he
doesn't have time to think about that, he just sort of locks himself in his
room and clutches his head in his hands and tries to work out if he did a bad
thing or a really bad thing.
Half an hour later, having reached no satisfactory conclusion, he slinks back
to the changing rooms to retrieve his uniform and hopefully to venture some
sort of awkward apology, but the room is empty except for the dumbbells still
strewn all over the floor. He dresses, tidies the room, and leans his head
against the mirror and wonders if he's maybe ruined a thing that could have
worked out really well.
He slopes back to his room, ready to avoid anyone for the rest of the day, but
as he passes the library Chihiro exits, chatting brightly with Yamada about the
various merits of dating sims, of which she has apparently played few. She
pauses and looks at him and says, "Oh, I'll just talk to Ishimaru-kun for a
moment," and pulls him inside the library before Yamada can respond.
Ishimaru stares at her. She's got that determined expression on her face that
makes her look like an angry little baby animal and if he wasn't so very
conflicted right now he'd want to -
Oh, OK, she's got a fast grip on his arms and is leaning up and kissing him.
It's brief and chaste and childish and it ends after a moment; she goes bright
red and looks at him and he has no idea what emotion he's currently
experiencing. He tries to muster up some sort of verbal response, but after
five seconds Chihiro covers her mouth and looks close to tears and flees the
room.
Ishimaru Kiyotaka sinks to the floor of the library as Monobear's Night Time
announcement crackles over the intercom and, for once, following the rules is
the last thing on his mind.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     sakura and aoi teach chihiro to fuck the patriarchy, there is an
     Agreement made, and ishimondo get pretty fucking gay
Chapter Notes
     i tried... to write.... smut....... (falls over) THIS IS SO BAD IT'S
     ACTUALLY GOOD. IM VERY SORRY
     to my dear friend obiwan if you want to preserve your innocence dont
     read the end of this!! or if you dont then go for it ahaha
     im not terribly happy with the beginning of this chapter but it does
     have Patriarchy-Smashing Sports Lesbians which improve any fic. and
     the ending made me laugh when i was writing it because it's so unsexy
     thanks for the support guys ahaha oh my god! and thanks very much to
     tumblr friends who were helpful with matters like "why is kissing
     nice"
Chihiro's switched from Java to PROLOG, which is helping matters, but the AI
won't quite come together. Alter Ego understands the commands it's given, but
she feels she's simply hit a wall when it comes to trying to imprint her own
logic paths into its programming without it coming down to stunted yes/no
pathways. She sighs, scratches her arm, and thinks about Mondo instead.
OK, so if she's as honest as she can be, she's kind of crushing on him. But
that's not quite the whole truth - she's crazy about him. She can't sort out
her feelings. She hadn't meant for that to happen yesterday in the library; she
had just meant to say something grateful, but something about Ishimaru's face -
was it just her, or did his lips look a little rougher than they were earlier
that day? - had compelled her into that stupid action.
So which of them does she like, then? And what sort of girl does it make her if
the answer is both? From Ishimaru's reaction she guesses he's not interested,
but if she moves her attentions to Mondo, is she... fast? Easy? Thinking about
these words applied to herself slightly mortifies her. God, what is she
thinking, assuming they would even like her back, anyway? They're nice boys,
but they're older than her and... and why would they ever see her in a romantic
way, when she's not even... Not even a proper girl, not soft and round in the
right places, but bony and anxious and self-pitying, a liar in a skirt.
Breakfast is an uncomfortable affair. Mondo and Ishimaru must have had some
falling out because neither of them is looking at the other, and it feels like
everyone is looking at her again. She wonders what will happen today. She isn't
sure she can face going to work out again when things are this tense and
unspoken. She sees Fukawa staring at her and muttering something darkly, and
her embarassment flares up. Asahina seems to have heard what Fukawa said, and
is rebuking the girl's comment in a fierce whisper.
Sakura and Asahina. If she discounts the boys, they are the closest things she
can call friends. She will seek their counsel, she decides.
Sakura seems to have picked up on her intention - the large wrestler is
deceptively emotionally tuneful, and places a hand gently on Chihiro's arm once
the kitchen begins to empty. "Fujisaki-san, is there something you wanted to
discuss?" she asks quietly, eyes level with Chihiro's. Asahina stands by,
nodding, and she feels profoundly safe.
"I, um... I guess I just feel like ever since that thing with Ishimaru-kun
breaking my door, people have been... talking about me." She doesn't look up.
Asahina nods seriously. "I can see why you might think that, Chihiro-chan, but
don't let it get to you! People shouldn't say those kind of rude things without
any basis."
"What kind of... what kind of rude things?" she whispers fearfully.
"Certain characters in our group seem to think you and Ishimaru-san are hiding
some sort of inappropriate relationship," Sakura explains stiffly.
"Well, Celes told everyone that she saw Ishimaru-kun running from a room you
were in... half-naked. But, I mean, this is Ishimaru-kun! He takes his clothes
off... a lot." Asahina laughs nervously and scratches the back of her head.
"It's a little weird, actually..."
"W-we're not!" Chihiro is mortified. "We're not! Oh my goodness... I just...
Look, could I maybe ask your opinions about something? I think you girls are
really cute and smart and I... admire you a lot."
"We admire you too, Fujisaki-san," smiles Sakura. "And nothing you say will
leave this room."
"I um.... I'm really not doing anything weird with Ishimaru-kun, but I... I,
well, like him. You know, I like him. But I... I like Oowada-kun as well. I
like them both... I like them both an awful lot. I really don't think I could
decide who I like better." Her chin hitches. "What kind of girl does that make
me?"
Two strong pairs of arms are wrapping around her from either side as she tries
not to start crying again. "Chihiro-chan!" Asahina cries. "You don't have to
feel bad about liking people! It's a good thing!"
"Nobody has any right to call you names," affirms Sakura seriously. "If you
want to have a relationship with someone, there is nothing wrong with that."
"But... girls shouldn't be like that. We should be... coy, right? Not throwing
ourselves at every guy who's... nice to us."
"Women do not have to act in any sort of way dictated by men!" booms Sakura.
"They have no right to put labels on your mannerisms, Fujisaki-san! Be proud of
who you are and who you like!"
"Do you... have anyone you like, Oogami-san?"
"I... I, too, have a maiden's heart," Sakura stammers. Asahina's arm reaches
around her broad shoulders, and they exchange a brief warm look.
"Ah." Chihiro understands. "I... thank you very much for your advice. I'm sorry
for being so silly."
"Hey, we girls have to have each other's backs!" Asahina tells her confidently,
punching her lightly on the arm. "Now you just tell us if either of those boys
hurts you."
"They will be punished," Sakura intones under her breath, and Chihiro giggles
slightly nervously as she exits the room and changes into clothes better suited
for a workout (her uniform was drenched with sweat yesterday). She's going to
the changing rooms and she'll work out whether Ishimaru turns up or not. She
doesn't need his validation. All she needs is her own happiness.
*
Ishimaru doesn't turn up.
"I, uh... I mighta... fucked up yesterday," Mondo admits between breaths as the
two of them do pushups. "With... Ishimaru. After you left.... things were...
weird."
She collapses after the 20th pushup, pressing her exhausted body against the
soothing cool tiles of the changing room floor. "I think I may be accountable,
actually. I'm sorry, Mondo-kun. I feel bad; I... made a mistake."
He lifts one hand and pauses mid-pushup, looks at her.
"You called me Mondo."
She squeaks. "I- I didn't mean to! Is that all right?"
"Yeah, that's..." He's staring weirdly at her as she lies on her side, and, as
if in a trance, reaches out to brush a few stray hairs out of her face. His
fingers linger, millimetres away from her cheek, and then she's sitting up and
saying "I like you very much, Mondo-kun," and he's mumbling "Shit... I like you
too, kiddo," but neither of them really finishes their sentences before their
arms are around each other's necks and their mouths meet.
It's not like with Ishimaru for either of them. This kiss is more powerful than
the peck she planted on Ishimaru yesterday - it gets a response, for one thing;
they move their lips in tandem with the other's breathing. He, too, feels
different with Chihiro - what had happened with Ishimaru had been about sex,
pure and simple, two hormonal teenagers in close proximity. That's why he'd
been walking on glass around the kid, terrified of perverting her admiration
for her. But this is - soft, and sweet, and not in a rush to move anywhere
else. It's... romantic. Shit, he's got so many fluffy feelings rising up in his
chest, he's gonna need to punch a bear to feel manly again.
They break apart and both look flushed and smile at each other and Chihiro just
stays in Mondo's arms for a moment, holding him tightly. He's still got his
ridiculous jacket on, and smells like leather and sweat and engine oil.
"I kissed Ishimaru." he blurts.
"So did I."
"...What?"
"Ummmm. In the library, I..."
"We kissed in the changing rooms after you left." He looks slightly
shellshocked.
"Oh! That's why he was so, um... weirded out."
"Damn. Uh." He stands up and starts pacing (She remains on the floor, still
rather dizzy with delight even as this problem unfolds). "Well, I mean... it's
like. I like you. But I like him too. I... I like both of you in different
ways, but like, it's both in a... you know, in that kind of way.... shit, uh-"
"No, I think I know what you mean..." she admits. "I... I like you both too."
"Well damn." He sits down on a bench and half-jokingly says "Shit, if only
Ishimaru felt the same way about both of us things'd be fuckin' peachy."
"Could such an arrangement really work?" Chihiro's doubtful as she sits up and
starts lifting weights again.
"I don't see why it couldn't," says an uncharacteristically small voice and
they both look up to the doorway, Chihiro's heart pacing like a frightened
rabbit, but it is only Ishimaru, looking rather bashful and unsure. "I... I
meant to announce myself, but the two of you were... it was a somewhat
inopportune time. S-sorry for my lateness!"
"Oh. Wow." Mondo can't meet his eyes, and Chihiro wants nothing better than to
bury her face in her skirts.
"I... I wanted to apologise to both of you," Ishimaru mutters. "I was very rude
to you each in turn, but it was because... well, I feel the same way. I... I
like both of you very much. So... so if it's all right!"
He walks up stiffly and presents first Mondo and then Chihiro a small item;
trinkets from the Monobear Gacha dispenser.
In its usual way, it seems to have produced items with no concievable relevance
to any but the smallest niche of high school students, so Mondo realises
Ishimaru must have fed a lot of coins in to get these two things just for them
- his is a miniature replica of a classic motorcycle, and Chihiro's is a tiny
can of strawberry scented perfume.
"Oh, Ishimaru-kun, this is lovely," Chihiro whispers.
"That's really... cool of you. Bro. Man. Guy." Yeah, Mondo's gonna need to
punch about 100 bears.
"I wanted to express my.... my liking to you both, and um..." He seems so
reluctant to say it that Chihiro's sure he's about to come out with something
desperately personal, but finally he stutters "Y-you may both call me Kiyotaka!
If you... If you like!"
Mondo blinks and then shakes his head. "I can't, it's too weird. You're staying
Ishimaru."
"Um. Me too," Chihiro giggles, and to be honest Ishimaru looks rather relieved.
The door slams open and Chihiro leaps behind a stack of lockers, terrified, as
someone else enters the boys' changing room - a thing she'd begun to forget
could even happen. Of all the unlikely people, the voice she hears is Yamada's.
"Ah... My friends.... You couldn't tell me where to locate Chihiro Fujisaki-
dono, could you? Only... she said she was working on a female AI, and I had a
few... suggestions... But I can't find her anywhere."
"She's out!" Mondo squeaks at the same time as Ishimaru asserts "She's gone!"
"W-what?! Gone from Hope's Peak??!"
"Ummmm, no, she's.... shit, I don't know, fuck... Just get outta here, will ya?
We don't know, I said!" Mondo's gone bright red.
Chihiro dares to peek around the corner and sees her boyfriends still in close
proximity to each other, with Mondo leaning against the wall and Ishimaru
standing in front, and Yamada seems to have taken this in too.
"Ahhhh..." He imparts wisely. "I see.... roses! I see roses everywhere!"
"You... you fuckin' what?"
"The love that dare not speak its name! Oh, I see... I will leave you gentlemen
alone." Yamada grins, and before either of them can cease stuttering he has
left.
Mondo wipes his forehead. "That was close."
"I'd better go," says Chihiro anxiously, "Before that happens again. We should
really... meet up in less public places, maybe. If we're going to do things
that aren't exercise." She goes bright red. "Besides, Yamada-kun's waiting."
"Fujisaki-kun, you don't have to indulge his requests!" Ishimaru argues. I want
you to stay, she hears.
She shrugs. "I really... don't mind. I have programming to do. I'd really
better go. But let's, um... let's do something together!" That was too close
for comfort and I don't feel safe in here right now, I need to go, she tries to
communicate, and she thinks it's understood.
"Good training today, kiddo," Mondo says as she exits, although honestly they
got little done. As the door draws to a close, their aloneness reflects their
positions from yesterday afternoon.
"W-well, I'd better pack up this shit," Mondo starts to say, but Ishimaru has a
very strange look in his eyes, and for a moment Mondo thinks the hall monitor
might need to take a whiz or something, but then Ishimaru closes the distance
between them with two steps and boldly puts a hand on a part of Mondo's anatomy
that suggests he was actually attempting to look sultry.
"Um." Mondo stammers. Ishimaru seems unable to meet his eyes, and Mondo doesn't
know what to do with his hands, or... anything. Should he... reciprocate?
Should he touch the butt??
"I wasn't very nice to... to Mr. Little Mondo-kun yesterday," says Ishimaru,
sounding like a wooden actor reading from a script.
"H-His name isn't Little Mondo!"
"I thought I should... make up for it."
Ishimaru's kneeling down and shit shit shit shit shit what does Mondo do. Not
that his dick isn't mighty appreciative of the scenario, but the rest of his
body seems to have shut off entirely. "Are you... um.... Are you sure you wanna
do... this?" he manages to articulate.
"W-well.... Yes, I've been... I mean, if Oowada-kun wants to, I've been...
thinking about it. Quite a lot. All day, actually."
"You fucking..." The sex-driven part of his mind supplies a degrading slur
immediately, but this is Ishimaru. "W-well, go for it." He's messed around a
little with girls before, mainly just touching their boobs, and he always
managed to sound cool throughout so why is he now Holy shit Ishimaru is
unzipping his trousers. With. His. Teeth.
The zipper sticks halfway down. "This is more difficult than I anticipated,"
Ishimaru admits, tugging at it like a terrier in a distinctly unsexy fashion.
"J-just do it with your hands, dude," Mondo suggests, and places his hand in
Ishimaru's hair, because in pornos they tend to do that. But gripping it
doesn't seem right, and what else can he do? Pet it? Jesus fuck he's way too
hard to think about this right now and there is a hand on Little Mondo there is
another person's hand on his own personal penis. This is so scary and so very
nice.
Ishimaru isn't entirely sure how to approach the thing in his hand. He... he
likes holding it, and he wants to do something with it, but... kiss it? Lick
it? Pretend like it's an ice lolly and just... just go nuts? Yeah, he's going
for the third option.
This is the first penis he's seen up close other than his own - even on that
one occasion he dared to look up internet porn, he basically averted his eyes
from the actual details. He can't really tell if it's bigger or smaller than
his, but it does seem very intimidating. And. Hypnotically sphygmodic, frankly.
Wait, oh yeah, he's meant to be doing stuff to the dick.
He licks a stripe up it from the base to the tip and Mondo claps his hands over
his mouth. Ishimaru isn't sure about the taste - it's a little salty but mostly
nothing. The texture's.... well, soft. He gently attempts to put his mouth
around it, thinking with the ice lolly mentality, but then Mondo hisses
"Teeth!" and he realises it's not quite the same. The invasion poking at the
back of his mouth is kind of uncomfortable, and there's pretty much no way he
is gonna get it down his throat, so he tries to just move his lips and tongue
around and hope for the best.
It isn't so much what he's doing as Mondo's reaction - muffled whimpers and an
increasingly tight grip in his hair (a little painful, but an improvement from
the weird formal head-pat he was getting before) - that gets his own dick
twitching, and he initially suppresses the urge to press his spare left hand to
his own crotch before realising he literally has Mondo's penis in his mouth, he
can probably do what he wants.
Mondo focuses all his bodily strength on trying not to jerk his dick forward
into Ishimaru's throat, because holy shit, this isn't bad at all but a man has
instincts. He vaguely sees Ishimaru pawing at the crotch of his white uniform;
rather than attempting to actually jerk it, his boyfriend seems to be just
frotting roughly against his own palm, and it's the thought of Ishimaru
staining the pristine white that makes him pull away from Ishimaru with a gasp
and hastily come into his own fist.
Ishimaru gasps and coughs a little as Mondo suddenly pulls out, but he's too
close himself to say anything articulate so he just grabs Mondo's stained hand,
guides it vaguely towards his own hardness and almost immediately afterwards
gives a strangled cry as he jizzes in his own pants.
"That was awesome," Mondo breathes.
"I... concur," Ishimaru gasps. "That was... H-having Mondo-kun's manhood in my
own grasp..."
"Pretty fuckin' gay, dude," Mondo mumbles and then bursts into hysterical
giggles. His boxers are around his knees and there's a guy on the floor who
just gave him a BJ. "Pretty fuckin' gay."
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     short chapter - they attempt to have a discussion which ends up not
     really being much of a discussion. naegi vainly defends ishimaru's
     honour.
Chapter Notes
     ugggh really sorry this chapter is very short cause i just had loads
     of trouble with it for some reason.... not much happens but i wanted
     to update so there u go
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He's not freaking out, he's just....
Yeah, he's freaking out.
Ishimaru doesn't want to be the type of man who acts impulsively and then
regrets it, so he tends to justify every decision by telling himself he
absolutely wanted to do it. This, though, is a little harder. What did he do
yesterday what will his parents think if they knew their little boy was...
His parents are dead.
Probably.
He lies on his bed with one boot on, half-laced, the other on the floor. How
did he get here? How did this end up being his life?
Like, he'd always known that he enjoyed the rugged physique of other men, but
he always justified that as being in a Good and Healthy spirit, rather than...
He doesn't want to be that one guy. That one guy who gets on his knees for a
sleazy biker in a changing room, not because he was forced to, but because he
wanted to.
Okay, okay, he needs to calm down. He's in a relationship. There's nothing
wrong with that. He's in a relationship. A three-way relationship. With a
delinquent and a little girl. He knows she's fifteen, but doesn't she seem
tinier, more innocent... how could he even think of corrupting her?
Today he is going to clean his act up. They are going to Talk About Feelings
and Boundaries. There needs to be some sort of order to this, he can't just
keep going around having weird encounters with the two of them at random.
As if on cue, a knock comes at his bedroom door, and he realises with a shriek
of alarm that he was supposed to be at the breakfast meeting one minute and
thirty-two seconds ago THAT'S PRACTICALLY TWO MINUTES! As he opens the door
hastily, barking "I cannot apologise enough-" he comes face to face with Mondo
- and, when a little face pokes over his back, revealing her apparently willing
mode of transport, Chihiro.
"You ain't got nothin' to apologise for," Mondo grins, looking pleased as
punch.
"Ah. My friends." They aren't exactly his friends.
"Ishimaru-kun, you were almost late for breakfast! We were worried!" Chihiro
jumps down from Mondo's piggyback to hug him. He breathes in the smell of her
hair, weirdly soothing, before continuing.
"I thought we should talk about our... arrangement. Because. I mean." Wait,
does Chihiro know? Oh christ, what if Chihiro doesn't know and would be
devastated to find out they did such lewd things!
"I don't want to have to miss out when you two are... doing manly things." She
finishes his sentence for him.
"Manly things..."
"I told her you gave me a BJ, dude. Hope you don't mind."
"I... don't." He's a little horrified. "But um. Yes. I have no wish to exclude
Fujisaki-kun from our... our... liaison." Mondo raises his eyebrows at the
choice of word, and Ishimaru has to say he's impressed the guy actually knows
the definition of liaison. "But I think we should... set a few rules in place."
"Fuckin' rules," Mondo whines.
"All healthy relationships need guidelines," Ishimaru warns sternly, and
somewhat surprisingly, Chihiro nods in agreement. "So... is there anything that
either of you would be uncomfortable with?"
"I..." Chihiro begins after a pause. "I mean... I know I don't have the... the
body of a girl, but... I don't want to be treated like a boy. I mean. In
touching. And stuff." She's bright red.
"Sweetheart, you're gonna need to be more specific," Mondo says gently.
Ishimaru raises an eyebrow and mouths sweetheart?, at which Mondo goes purple
and stutters something indistinct.
"I don't wanna say rude stuff first," Chihiro mumbles. "Someone else start."
"All right!" Ishimaru takes the lead. "Let's go for it! Let's open our hearts
to each other as youths! Let's..."
"Just say something about sex, dammit." Oh, so he doesn't get to be sweetheart.
"I!!! I like... if someone else... takes control. I... think that I enjoy being
talked down to." He can't meet their eyes. "Now someone else go!"
Mondo smiles. "Uhh, I don't know. I don't really have that many... kinks or
anything, but I guess I'd be willing to accommodate anyone else's?" He
scratches the back of his neck. "There isn't much that bothers me. Sorry, it's
kinda boring."
Chihiro finally speaks up, softly but clearly. "Pretend I'm a girl," she
whispers. "Just pretend I have a girl's anatomy. Pretend it's there."
She looks upset. "Fujisaki-kun, you do have a girl's anatomy!" Ishimaru argues
fiercely. "You're a girl, and it's your anatomy, so - it's basic logic!"
"What he said." Mondo nods. "But we'll be sure to take it into account."
"So." Ishimaru clears his throat. "We should think of other places to... to
meet up. Not on school public property. The rules of the self-respecting
institution forbid it."
"We're... in a private room now," Chihiro suggests in a small voice. She's
blushing so much he just wants to kiss it out of her.
"But breakfast-"
Mondo closes the door.
"Is the most important meal-"
Chihiro's slim finger meets his chest and she pushes him down on the bed with
no resistance, feather-light. They grin down at him.
"...Breakfast can wait."
*
"I think we should investigate," Naegi argues. "The longer we leave them alone,
the longer something bad could happen! Ishimaru-kun would never skip
breakfast."
"I would wait," Kirigiri advises opaquely. "I think they're fine."
"But what could those three be doing that's more important than breakfast
meetings are to Ishimaru-kun?"
"I'm going to predict it..." Hagakure ventures nervously. "Hmmmmm..." He enters
a rather contrived-looking trance for a maximum of fifteen seconds, then his
eyes go wide. "Oh my goodness... This kind of material should NOT be repeated
at the table!"
Yamada chuckles darkly and Aoi and Sakura exchange a pointed look. Naegi huffs,
alone in defending the absentees. "Hagakure, don't suggest things like that!"
"You don't understand. I already predicted today that my shoes would be missing
and that I would meet a turtle when I stepped out of my room, and both of those
were wrong. That means this one's gotta be right! 30% accuracy!"
"I'm really pretty sure that's not how it works," Naegi argues weakly, but
oddly, nobody looks convinced, and if he's not mistaken, Kirigiri is hiding a
rare smirk.
Chapter End Notes
     next chapter: the sauna scene reimagined (will it be smutty or just
     cute? that depends what my brain is up to next week)
     i think im going to develop a side plot about naegi being the last
     one to know about them bc hes a dense motherfucker bless his soul
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     sauna bros and The Big Sex (kind of)
Chapter Notes
     aaaa thanks for your patience on this chapter!!
     i thought i wasgonna die of heatstroke writin the sauna jesus Christ
     there is more Porn after the breakfast meeting so if u prefer not to
     read it then do choose to pretend it ends on a graceful dot dot dot
     rather than my trainwreck of a sex scene Wow
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mondo's not entirely sure how he ended up here.
So he and Ishimaru had a little falling out, so what. They're very different
guys, it's natural! But uh.... Somehow this turned into...
Yeah, it's half past two in the morning, and he's fully clothed in a sauna.
"Gettin' a little uncomfortable yet, huh?"
"Not in the slightest, Mondo-kun! I could do this all night!"
Ishimaru laughs, but he's as red as a baboon. Mondo really wants to take his
jacket off - that, or grate some cheese on that goddamn set of abs the other
guy's flaunting - but he won't lose.
"Still... Up for... Training tomorrow... With Chihiro-san?"
"Of course... Every day... Is a day for exercise..."
"This can't be... Good for that rule-abiding mindset of yours..."
"Hah...! A bet is a bet... A promise is a promise..."
"Yeah." And although he's sweating buckets, a chill runs through Mondo's veins.
"A man's promise is what's most important."
They fall into silence.
*
At 3AM he starts to tell Ishimaru about Daiya, about everything. He just talks.
Ishimaru just listens.
*
By 4AM, he knows about Ishimaru's family disgrace. They talk endlessly about
Chihiro, how strangely, unreally perfect she is, how scared Mondo is of hurting
her, how much Ishimaru wants to shield her from the bad things in this world.
*
By 5AM they're giddy, dizzy with the heat, and they're brothers (and yeah, they
made out a little, but the heat reminded them why that was a bad idea pretty
quickly).
*
At 6AM talk, as it always does, has turned to sex. Mondo listens to Ishimaru
say the sentence "I really just want to be degraded, aniki. I'd do anything,
probably. I'd lick the mud from your shoes!" and becomes hysterically aware
that this is his life, not to mention somewhat frustrated in his nethers.
*
Monobear's voice drones over the intercom and Mondo lifts his drooping head.
His pompadour is sagging like a limp burrito, and Ishimaru's black hair is
slick against his scalp, and they realise they did it. They both kept their
promises.
He reaches for the door handle to finally leave the death trap that has
probably permanently damaged both their brains, but he pauses.
"Let's make another promise, aniki."
"What, aniki?"
"Let's promise to make her happy and protect her from harm."
Ishimaru smiles. "I promise."
*
Chihiro's the first to reach the cafeteria, with her sports kit slung over her
back, clean and fresh after a shower and a good night's sleep, ready for a
productive day.
...However, when she sees Ishimaru and Mondo both plastered in sweat, slumped
over the dining table with sleepless eyes like they've seen hell itself, she
guesses there might not be much training done.
"Sorry, kiddo." says Mondo weakly. "We might not be up to today." His face is
exhausted, but that thousand-year stare continues.
"We have failed you as mentors." Ishimaru sounds like he's about to cry, head
down in the table. And yet, they both seem... happy.
"...I'm going to get you both a glass of water," she decides hastily. They look
like they need it.
As the remaining students mull into the dining room, they've already all eaten
a lion's share and her boys are looking slightly less like the crawling undead.
She's going to make sure they're both thoroughly rested tonight.
"So if we're not up to training today, what else can we do...?"
"I have a few ideas," says Ishimaru quickly, and Mondo hoarsely agrees "Me
too."
She sees the look in their eyes, and finds she can hardly wait for breakfast to
end.
*
It's a few hours later, when they are both basically sitting on a fully naked
Ishimaru (she peppering small kisses on his neck, he doing something to the
hall monitor's behind that is making him buck and yelp occasionally) that
Chihiro realises she's hard.
It's not a new feeling, but it's never been one she's comfortable with. Her -
she doesn't know what to call it, clit doesn't seem right when it's so clearly
not, but the accurate words are so male and loaded and terrifying - her thing
presses warm and insistent against her panties, and she wonders whether
Ishimaru can feel it.
His continuing whimpers are no indication. Chihiro anxiously has to ask "Are
you still OK, Ishimaru-san?", even though it's breaking the characters they had
taken on.
"Yes," he breathes, and with a strangled cry, comes.
*
Mondo's a physical man, he won't be one to deny it. He sees a sight like the
one before him - Ishimaru a quivering, spent mess facedown on the bed, and
Chihiro's upskirt view riding high in front of his face - and the blood rushes
straight to his dick. Doing things with his mouth to Ishimaru was enjoyable,
but that part of his anatomy won't go away. As he looks up, he sees a certain
tenseness in Chihiro.
"Fujisaki, you - all right?"
"Y-yeah, I...." She turns to face him and flushes, and he sees it, the tiny
dent in her skirt, and fuck if that isn't kinda hot. "Mondo-kun.... If you
could please..." She bites her lip. "I-I'm sorry, I don't even know what I
want. If you could just..."
"Communication is key!" Ishimaru pipes up. Mondo takes the initiative to do
what Ishimaru made it clear he wants, and puts his mouth close to the guy's
ear, huskily growling "Nobody asked you, trash.", which causes Chihiro to
giggle and Mondo to look slightly embarrassed - Ishimaru seems to be a natural
at being a kinky fucker, but they're both still getting used to it.
But they take the advice to heart as they sit on the bed, the scenario over,
Ishimaru still naked and face down, enjoying his fantasy, and Mondo and Chihiro
both still fully clothed with bulges in their underwear that need to be taken
care of.
"You want me to... do... oral?" Mondo asks stiffly. It's embarrassing to
actually say it, but Ishimaru's right, they have to let each other know what
exactly they mean to avoid anyone getting uncomfortable.
"N-no, I don't think..."
"Anal?"
She goes scarlet. "No!!"
"OK, that's on the definitely-not list, duly noted. Uh..."
"If you could just..."
Not knowing what to call it, she just unzips his trousers with her tiny,
dextrous fingers, shifts forward so that her thighs meet his waist as she sits
on his lap, and, lifting her skirt, trembling slightly, guides his slick member
between her thighs. Not towards what should be there; not towards anything, but
she doesn't need to take down her panties for his hesitant movement to make her
gasp.
She's explored her body before, but the anatomy she found herself endowed with
didn't hold much interest. Being touched in the vague space between her legs,
though, even if she has to pretend what is there is not - she shivers and bucks
into Mondo responsively, enthusiastically.
He makes a quiet grunting noise as he fucks her thighs and his face is twisted
intensely but his hands on her shoulders are so gentle, barely there.
Ishimaru's sat up and is playing with her hair sweetly, still buck naked, and
it's weird, isn't it? But as she spills into her panties with an almost-silent
sigh, she knows. This is what she wants.
Chapter End Notes
     still dont have a regular upd8 schedule for this but \m/
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     and then suddenly, a chapter with no porn at all. wtf. also its
     really short sorry!! ah
Chapter Notes
     disclaimer regarding programming bullshit at the start of this chap
     I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PROGRAMMING SO IF UR SITTING HERE GOING
     "WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE STRAIGHT UP FUCK" THEN PLEASE KNOW I
     SHAMELESSLY RIPPED THIS OFF A PROLOG EXAMPLE WEBSITE I KNOW NOTHING
     JON SNOW
     ok disclaimer over
     sorry for the really long wait argh! i've been in such a slump over
     writing lately and im just motivating myself to do this by adding it
     to my nano wordcount. but this chapter is total balls ugh sorry ive
     forgotten how to write
     also the paragraph formatting is probably a little weird/inconsistent
     in this chap because WordPad is fucking around with me for no
     apparent reason
     WARNING: brief misgendering in this cause monobear is an asshole
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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comb_rep(N,[_|T],RComb):-N>0,comb_rep(N,T,RComb).
 
She can see why people think coding is boring or hard. Maybe if she had
struggled with maths more, she'd see it that way too. But as it is, the mental
challenges it provides her with are more than enough to keep her buzzing brain
occupied. Her current circumstances, too - working inside this cramped locker,
with one eye looking out for Monobear, on this tragically ill-equipped old
laptop without even any internet connection - well, if she allows herself to be
complacent inside her head, it would be too much of a challenge for anyone else
but her. As it is, she hesitates to feel she's proud of what she's achieved
with Alter Ego.
 
And now for the moment she's been waiting for. The first test run of her
programme.
Her own face flickers onto the screen. The photographic data she had access to
was limited to the school-issue photo files containing the student photos that
were stored on this battered old laptop (strange - if it was so old, why did it
contain pictures of this year's class? And come to that, why did it seem to be
a modern model?). Therefore, she can only use her own face to represent the
programme that is, after all, a reflection of herself.
She's poured her soul into this little machine. Strange, but that's sort of her
deal.
"Hello" she types.
"Hello, Master." it responds cheerfully.
She winces. She forgot she'd done that. She hastily exits and modifies the
greeting the AI gives. A small change, but it's important.
 
"Hello, Alter Ego."
"Hello, Mistress."
"How are you?"
"I'm feeling well today."
"You're not sick?"
"No. I'm feeling well today."
"What if I asked "How are you?" tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow, my answer to that question would be "I'm feeling well today.""
She wants to hit it. Not convincingly sentient in the least! How can something
she's worked so hard on be so rudimentary? Are her talents losing their
sharpness? Is she too - too distracted?
Involuntarily, her thoughts fly to Ishimaru-kun and Mondo-kun. As they tend to
do, lately.
 
"Upupupu. Hello, Miss Chihiro. Or should I say Mister?"
She starts and slams the locker shut. The bear stands confrontationally before
her. D-Damn it, he must have noticed she was hidden from his cameras' view.
"N-no," she squeaks.
"Really? Because I've seen the scandalous behaviour that goes on behind locked
doors in your room! Did you think I wouldn't notice? What inappropriate
behaviour this is for young students! And now you're lurking in the locker
rooms.... Very suspicious! Beary suspicious!"
"I was going to do some training," she attempts. "Getting my equipment out..."
"Training? Without your guard dogs? Hah! I've seen enough of you 'getting your
equipment out' over the past few days. Yeesh, high school students really are
raging balls of hormones! I wonder how all your other classmates would react if
they knew what you were getting up to?"
"Oh," and suddenly, it comes out without her quite knowing why, or how, or from
which part of her frail interior this courage sprang. "Shut up."
The bear gives a mock-shriek, holding his paws up to his face in exaggerated
shock, and then bounces out of sight.
Chihiro shakes, closes the laptop, and smiles. Did she really just... stand up
to him?
She's proud of herself, but also a little scared. The fact he didn't react
seems to warn that her punishment for insolence will come later, in a different
form.
*
Although breakfast is the only official gathering the students have together,
dinnertime is generally coincidal with each other's habits, and so the majority
of Hope's Peak's remaning population - the only absentees being the usual,
Fukawa and Togami - drape themselves over tables in the cafeteria, settling
down to meals of steamed rice or instant ramen (or, in Aoi's case, a plate of
fourteen donuts and a mug of tea). It's been more than a week since the bloody
day when Maizono, Enoshima and Leon were untimely ripped from them, and
although a week is hardly time to make up for the loss of friends, the
atmosphere among them has settled somewhat, as friendships begin to form and
mistrust eases away more and more.
Of course, Monobear won't stand for this for long. Chihiro finds herself not
upset but unsurprised when he bounces, as always, out of thin air and tells
them another motive is coming up.
"You ain't fooling anyone, bear," Mondo tells him crassly. "Only reason Maizono
and Kuwata tried it last time was 'cause they didn't know how the school trial
worked. None of us is gonna kill anyone now, no matter what."
"Upupupu, don't be so sure," Monobear cackles.
This time it's less a motive, more a threat. If nobody kills in three days,
supposedy, all their darkest secrets will be revealed.
The reaction around the dinner table's obvious and immediate, but Chihiro finds
she rises above it. Although her heart races at the thought of all these people
knowing about her, she finds it's not the killer shock that it would have been
at the beginning of her school life. No, she doesn't want people to know. But
if they did, it wouldn't be the end of her world.
Before anyone can speak - most faces are sweating as they clearly attempt to
contemplate what exactly is likely to be said about them - she stands up. Her
height barely makes a mark above most people's sitting positions, but the
chair's screech is noticeable.
"Mondo-kun? Ishimaru-kun? Would you come with me?" she says politely.
"Sure, kiddo," Mondo replies, a little bewildered, as Ishimaru asserts
"Certainly!" and they follow her out into the corridor.
"'Mondo-kun?'" Celes smirks into her tea as they leave.
"Just what the heck is going on with those three?" Naegi mutters, seemingly to
himself.
Chapter End Notes
     what the butt im sorry nothing even Happened this chap i just thought
     i really oughtta update with something
     theres gonna be 2 or 3 more chapters after this! sorry its not gonna
     end on a nice round number or anything. thanks for all the support so
     far uwu
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     winding down.
Chapter Notes
     brief misgendering+dysphoria in this chapter, but if you've read
     everything else so far you're probably fine
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"And here I thought you just wanted to take a bath," says Mondo in
astonishment, peering into the secluded locker.
"This is a feat of technology that will change the world, Chi-chan!" Ishimaru
nearly yells, pushing Mondo's head out of the way to get a better look.
"Her name's Alter Ego. I'm currently having her analyse the files that are
stored on this laptop, but the encryption is pretty strong, so it'll take a
while," she explains, unable to stop a small smile. "But you can talk to her if
you want. You just have to type what you want to say."
She watches as Mondo's thick fingers hesitate over the keys, unused to
interaction with computers. Her mirror image smiles out from the screen,
blinking at natural intervals, waiting for input.
Finally, he decides on 'hi alter ego' for a greeting.
"Hello, Mondo-kun!" the computer chirps back. "Good evening, Ishimaru-kun,
Mistress."
"Mistress?" Ishimaru raises an eyebrow.
"Yamada's gonna love this," Mondo mutters. He then pauses and turns to her.
"Uh... assumin' you are planning on showing it to all the others. I mean, once
she's analysed the files or whatever."
"Yeah, I'm planning on it. Go on, say something else to her."
'how ar you holdin up'
The face on the computer screen frowns, pauses a moment for processing, then
says "Sorry, I don't understand."
"It's because you can't spell for peanuts," says Ishimaru, shoving him aside,
"Let me type."
"Maybe I should have programmed her to account for non-conventional spelling,"
Chihiro frowns.
"Nah, don't worry about it." He scratches his neck and looks rather
embarrassed. "Actually, I never really learned much about writin', so - I was
just sorta winging it. Can't spell for shit, to be honest."
"We should teach you!" she realises. "You two are helping me get strong, so
Ishimaru and I should help you improve your writing!"
"Excellent idea!" Ishimaru looks up from the lengthly dialogue he appears to be
having with Alter Ego and claps his hands together. "Although I fear I'm now
left out as the only one not being taught something. Hmm, well, I do have a
great deal of worldly knowledge!"
"We could teach you not to be a total ass," Mondo suggests, putting him in a
headlock, and Chihiro can't help but fall to the floor giggling.
She can't help but wonder how long this happiness will last.
*
Three days come and they go, and although tension is rising in some corners -
Fukawa, in particular, seems to be distressed about something - murder doesn't
appear to be on the cards. Monobear's irritation with this is extremely
apparent; he appears far more frequently than usual, ranting about nonsense and
trying to instigate trouble.
Finally, she wakes one morning in her room, easily pushing the heavy weight of
Ishimaru's slumbering head off her lap, and becomes aware that the small
envelope she had left on her table is gone.
Ah. So that time has come.
She hastily wakes both boys, shaking them with arms that are becoming less and
less easily fatigued. The three of them hurriedly dress and exit, passing
Togami in the hallway, who doesn't seem at all surprised to see the three of
them come out of the same bedroom.
"Togami-kun," Ishimaru broaches, "I'm surprised to see you on your way to the
breakfast meeting!"
"Nothing like that." He snorts. "It's the day of the secrets. I want to be
around to see this."
Mondo gives her a worried glance sideways, biting his lip.
"Don't worry," she tells him easily. "I don't mind if people find out now. I
know you two will protect me."
"Them biceps you got going on can protect themselves," he laughs. "You'll be
brawling Oogami soon enough. But, uh..." The smile fades. "I'm a little worried
about my damn envelope. Once you guys find out, it might... you might change
your opinion of me."
She pats his hand as they walk into the dining hall together, and Ishimaru
claps him on the back from the left. "We're with you," he assures Mondo.
"It's goNNA Be okay," she squeaks at him.
Pauses.
Reaches a hand to her throat.
What just... happened?
"My... voice is breaking." It's soft as a whisper, and she can make it come out
meek and girlish this time.
...How long will that last?
The security of her prepubescent state has gotten her far enough in combatting
dysphoria, but now she realises with a lurching stomach that those halcyon days
are on their way out.
Mondo and Ishimaru stop walking and regard her with expressions combining worry
and pity, and she can't stand those looks from them. In their eyes, she's still
weak.
She rushes on ahead, blinking back tears, leaving them hand in hand in the
corridor, bereaved and confused.
*
The dining hall is no better. Under the harsh white lights, the papers spread
out on the table, each with a blunt message in large print, are too horribly
apparent, and the eyes of its other occupants are all on her.
"Chihiro's a boy?"
Naegi's mouth shapes the words and she feels as if a weight of thirty tons hits
her all at once.
How could she ever think she would be able to face this?
She is too afraid to speak in case her vocal cords betray her again; she cannot
even deny it, what good would it do? They'll know soon enough. Out, damned
testosterone! out, I say!
"No, she's not."
The voice is clear and strong.
"She's a girl."
They come up behind her like two tall pillars on whose weight she can collapse,
the delinquent and the model student.
"She says she's a girl, so she's a girl," Ishimaru asserts again loudly, in
case it didn't reach anyone's ears.
"And if anyone gives her any shit about it, she'll give them what for." Mondo
threatens. He doesn't say we'll or I'll. He says that she'll defend herself.
She begins to cry like a baby and falls back into their supportive arms.
"Sorry," she sniffles, wiping tears, "I'm sorry."
Looking up at the congregated students, they are still being met with wide
eyes, but then Kirigiri gives a half-smile and turns back to the paper-laden
breakfast table. "More importantly," she announces, as if this was a trivial
distraction hardly worth mentioning, "There's troubling news about Fukawa."
Conversation resumes and she is no longer the topic.
The student life of mutual killing goes on.
Chapter End Notes
     hey, i'm really sorry how long this took me to update. and i know i
     promised a few more chapters, but this is actually the end -
     hopefully it doesnt come off as too rushed, and i hope the openended
     conclusion isnt frustrating.
     this story frustrated me in a lot of ways, mainly because i started
     it without a plan for the end - DONT DO THAT. its really hard. plan
     your fics, kids. also, a lot of my ideas/understanding about
     chihiro's characterisation and gender have kind of changed since i
     started writing it, so it's been a little hard to keep writing with
     continuity and come up with something that satisfied me. if i could
     be bothered, and perhaps eventually iw ill, i'll go back and edit the
     previous chapters to improve the flow of the narrative bc i think its
     really flawed. however, you guys seem to like it, so im really glad i
     was able to make people happy with this fic. please do check out more
     of my writing if you did, 'cause i think its an improvement on this
     *w*
     thanks so much for your readership and all the lovely comments. this
     was my first story on this site and its finally over. i have
     definitely learned a lot since i began! if u wanna chat my tumblr is
     aximili.
     peace
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