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Gale blushed and said nothing. He got protective of Sayuri, and swore in the heat of that. His father always told him to act like a gentleman and protect the ladies, but he took it too far.
One of the guys upon the court jogged up closer to the pair, and Gale identified him as Arthur the moment he stuck out of the medley of basketball players. Arthur was one of the members of the Club of Gentlemen, but he acted quite 'normally' when not in his role in the club.
"Whoa, both of you don't look alright. Did something happen?" asked Arthur.
Gale sighed mentally in relief. At least he didn't insinuate something rude.
"Nope. Right, Sayuri?" replied Gale, looking down at Sayuri.
One of the guys upon the court jogged up closer to the pair, and Gale identified him as Arthur the moment he stuck out of the medley of basketball players. Arthur was one of the members of the Club of Gentlemen, but he acted quite 'normally' when not in his role in the club.
"Whoa, both of you don't look alright. Did something happen?" asked Arthur.
Gale sighed mentally in relief. At least he didn't insinuate something rude.
"Nope. Right, Sayuri?" replied Gale, looking down at Sayuri.
Gale patted her head and smiled. Sayuri's hair smelt nice. Gently allowing her to lean on him, he walked out of the abandoned school building. Lunch time was over soon, and they had to head back to class soon. Gale could head to the Club instead of class, since they had something to do, but the vice president of the club said that they didn't need everyone to be present.
Class it was, thought Gale. Class was a chore. Surrounded by other students who looked at him with eyes he did not comprehend, it felt like he was being squeezed together in class. But at least, there was someone to talk things to. He knew her secret, and maybe, she could grow to understand his own.
The players upon the basketball court smiled and cheered at Sayuri as she stumbled across the court.
"Fuck off, you wankers!" yelled Gale.
Class it was, thought Gale. Class was a chore. Surrounded by other students who looked at him with eyes he did not comprehend, it felt like he was being squeezed together in class. But at least, there was someone to talk things to. He knew her secret, and maybe, she could grow to understand his own.
The players upon the basketball court smiled and cheered at Sayuri as she stumbled across the court.
"Fuck off, you wankers!" yelled Gale.
Gale shrugged. The changes from Seiichi to Sayuri might have been more than physical.
"If this is permanent, you'll probably have to get used to it, Seii— Sayuri." Gale's hands began pressing against his chest, waiting for the first sign of expansion. A few moments later, he sighed.
"I'm not turning into a girl, even though I got jabbed with that weird thing. What do you think happened to me?" Another hand reached for the hair at the back of his head, touching the end tips of his back hair.
"My father is going to be horrified if I turn into a girl, history change or no history change," sighed Gale. He felt a little glad that nothing was happening to him, but perhaps the changes were slower, and subtler. He tried to picture Seiichi's body, comparing it to a mental image of his own. Seiichi was a bit shorter, maybe that changed things. Red hair could also have been the difference.
Gale's hands went down to his lap, and he sighed again. A off-hand thought about replacing hygiene pads crossed his mind, but his thoughts quickly went back to Sayuri.
"Can you walk?" asked Gale. "I could try to carry you."
"If this is permanent, you'll probably have to get used to it, Seii— Sayuri." Gale's hands began pressing against his chest, waiting for the first sign of expansion. A few moments later, he sighed.
"I'm not turning into a girl, even though I got jabbed with that weird thing. What do you think happened to me?" Another hand reached for the hair at the back of his head, touching the end tips of his back hair.
"My father is going to be horrified if I turn into a girl, history change or no history change," sighed Gale. He felt a little glad that nothing was happening to him, but perhaps the changes were slower, and subtler. He tried to picture Seiichi's body, comparing it to a mental image of his own. Seiichi was a bit shorter, maybe that changed things. Red hair could also have been the difference.
Gale's hands went down to his lap, and he sighed again. A off-hand thought about replacing hygiene pads crossed his mind, but his thoughts quickly went back to Sayuri.
"Can you walk?" asked Gale. "I could try to carry you."
Gale scowled and snatched his phone back. The fact that Seiichi just felt himself up in front of a guy felt wrong.
"Depends on how you have to explain things to your parents..." Gale mumbled, staring into the screen of his phone. There was a new message, and he tapped on it. Facebook announcements irritated Gale, but this one drew his attention for a reason.
Sayuri Nakao sends her regards to everyone who cheered them on the final stretch of the 2014 volleyball tournament!
Gale tapped on a few other buttons. He didn't know if Seiichi had a sister, but he looked at the post anyway. And there, standing with a few other girls, was a smiling red-haired girl with two pig tails. Sayuri Nakao.
"I hate to alarm you again, Seiichi..." muttered Gale, flipping his phone to face Seiichi. "But I think history has been changed by those weird crates."
His other hand reached to his chest. Maybe the effect was delayed on him. His father would be most displeased if he turned into a girl, even if history changed.
"Depends on how you have to explain things to your parents..." Gale mumbled, staring into the screen of his phone. There was a new message, and he tapped on it. Facebook announcements irritated Gale, but this one drew his attention for a reason.
Sayuri Nakao sends her regards to everyone who cheered them on the final stretch of the 2014 volleyball tournament!
Gale tapped on a few other buttons. He didn't know if Seiichi had a sister, but he looked at the post anyway. And there, standing with a few other girls, was a smiling red-haired girl with two pig tails. Sayuri Nakao.
"I hate to alarm you again, Seiichi..." muttered Gale, flipping his phone to face Seiichi. "But I think history has been changed by those weird crates."
His other hand reached to his chest. Maybe the effect was delayed on him. His father would be most displeased if he turned into a girl, even if history changed.
Gale nodded his head at Seiichi, and glanced nervously at the scene before them. There were bloodstains on the floor, and a few spent shell casings on the floor around the crates. Bullet holes peppered the pillars and walls. Even if they weren't coming back, Gale did not feel safe around the place.
"Don't go there," whispered Gale. Seiichi walked towards one of the crates, clearly ignoring what he said.
"No, don't!" yelled Gale. He rushed forward, and as Seiichi placed a hand on one of the black crates, a needle sprang out of the black crate and pierced Seiichi's hand. He yelped loudly. The sight prompted Gale to look at the position of the other crate, which was just beside him at this very moment.
"Bugger," whispered Gale. The hypodermic needle from the other crate sprang out, the needle shining off a small ray of sunlight as it pierced his arm. He screamed. The needle shot a green liquid into his veins, and he could feel the cold liquid in himself. It paralysed him, though perhaps most of that was out of fear. As the needle emptied, it backed out of his arm and pointed itself away from Gale, a little drip off the tip almost like a spit of disgust that followed a man turning his head away.
Gale looked at the hole the needle left in his skin, and sighed. He thought about seeing his doctor later, and his father would probably get angry at Gale for getting jabbed by random needles. Seiichi probably needed to see a doctor too, considering that he just fainted from the injection. He ran towards Seiichi and bent down to at least, drag him out by his arms. Gale's strength was just below average for a man, and he considered lifting Seiichi up to be impossible.
"Strange..." mumbled Gale, looking at Seiichi's head. He wasn't sure, but it seemed like Seiichi's hair was growing. Longer and longer. He placed his hand upon the strands of hair, and in a few moments the hair upon Seiichi's head grew to engulf his hand in red hair. Gale reached to his own head, grasping the back strands of his hair.
"Nothing."
When he looked back down again, the hairbands that appeared on Seiichi's head rang alarm bells in his head. Injections might be able to grow hair, but growing hairbands was definitely out of the question. Gale looked up and down Seiichi's body and saw all the changes. Seiichi's face had shrunk, and grown more feminine. His hands became smaller, and smoother, and his arms and legs had shortened as well. A bulge upon Seiichi's chest made Gale press his own hand to his chest to check, but it didn't bulge any more than usual. He sighed in relief, and looked back at what was left of the guy he knew.
It was the part about the clothing that scared Gale. Turning into a girl was bad enough, but having your clothing change with yourself seemed like something from the realm of fantasy.
Seiichi seemed to stir a little, groaning in a soft, girly voice that never matched Seiichi's male form. With a sigh, Gale plucked out his own smartphone, switching on the front camera. He glanced quickly in his own image, smiling at his own masculine face. Gale frowned, though, as he pushed the camera in front of Seiichi's face. If this girl was still Seiichi, she, or he, would hate to see what happened.
"S—Seiichi?" whispered Gale.
"Don't go there," whispered Gale. Seiichi walked towards one of the crates, clearly ignoring what he said.
"No, don't!" yelled Gale. He rushed forward, and as Seiichi placed a hand on one of the black crates, a needle sprang out of the black crate and pierced Seiichi's hand. He yelped loudly. The sight prompted Gale to look at the position of the other crate, which was just beside him at this very moment.
"Bugger," whispered Gale. The hypodermic needle from the other crate sprang out, the needle shining off a small ray of sunlight as it pierced his arm. He screamed. The needle shot a green liquid into his veins, and he could feel the cold liquid in himself. It paralysed him, though perhaps most of that was out of fear. As the needle emptied, it backed out of his arm and pointed itself away from Gale, a little drip off the tip almost like a spit of disgust that followed a man turning his head away.
Gale looked at the hole the needle left in his skin, and sighed. He thought about seeing his doctor later, and his father would probably get angry at Gale for getting jabbed by random needles. Seiichi probably needed to see a doctor too, considering that he just fainted from the injection. He ran towards Seiichi and bent down to at least, drag him out by his arms. Gale's strength was just below average for a man, and he considered lifting Seiichi up to be impossible.
"Strange..." mumbled Gale, looking at Seiichi's head. He wasn't sure, but it seemed like Seiichi's hair was growing. Longer and longer. He placed his hand upon the strands of hair, and in a few moments the hair upon Seiichi's head grew to engulf his hand in red hair. Gale reached to his own head, grasping the back strands of his hair.
"Nothing."
When he looked back down again, the hairbands that appeared on Seiichi's head rang alarm bells in his head. Injections might be able to grow hair, but growing hairbands was definitely out of the question. Gale looked up and down Seiichi's body and saw all the changes. Seiichi's face had shrunk, and grown more feminine. His hands became smaller, and smoother, and his arms and legs had shortened as well. A bulge upon Seiichi's chest made Gale press his own hand to his chest to check, but it didn't bulge any more than usual. He sighed in relief, and looked back at what was left of the guy he knew.
It was the part about the clothing that scared Gale. Turning into a girl was bad enough, but having your clothing change with yourself seemed like something from the realm of fantasy.
Seiichi seemed to stir a little, groaning in a soft, girly voice that never matched Seiichi's male form. With a sigh, Gale plucked out his own smartphone, switching on the front camera. He glanced quickly in his own image, smiling at his own masculine face. Gale frowned, though, as he pushed the camera in front of Seiichi's face. If this girl was still Seiichi, she, or he, would hate to see what happened.
"S—Seiichi?" whispered Gale.
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The old school building, just across the field of the basketball court, was a monument to a strange, eerie era. When John A. Macdonald High School was called Prester John High School, 19 years ago.
Prester John High suffered from a string of disasters the moment the red ribbon was cut. A student fell to his death when a railing gave way. A teacher hung himself in front of his class. A mere year after its opening, Prester John closed. It took another 4 years before John A. Macdonald High was built next to it. Most of the old school buildings were demolished, except one.
Gale came here sometimes. It was quiet, and Seiichi, the only other guy that came here on a consistent basis, kept himself busy and quiet with his kendo practice. The old classroms had the courtesy to keep the chairs and tables. All high quality wood, so no rust to deal with. A few cushions here and there, and Gale could nap in between classes. Pushing up one of the pillows he brought in, Gale closed his eyes and dreamed. His father wanted him to 'become a real man', but the meaning of that seemed so far away from him. He also told him never to ask another guy about what that meant, but whatever his father didn't know couldn't hurt him.
A loud thud, of a box dropped onto the floor, shattered his idle thoughts.
"Someone's here?" he whispered to himself. Seiichi never made that much noise, not even on special occasions.
His train of thought derailed again, when he stepped out of the abandoned classroom. There were people downstairs. 2 adult men standing around a 2 giant black crates. The moment Gale saw one of them carry a gun, he ducked out of sight. Silenced pistols. These men were making a trade of something here.
"You got the goods?!" yelled out one of them.
Gale clenched his teeth, poking his head out from behind his hiding spot. Two men, trenchcoats, armed with silenced weapons. If either of them died, or noticed Gale, no one would know until the scent of rotting flesh set in. It was a distressing thought, Gale had realised.
The old school building, just across the field of the basketball court, was a monument to a strange, eerie era. When John A. Macdonald High School was called Prester John High School, 19 years ago.
Prester John High suffered from a string of disasters the moment the red ribbon was cut. A student fell to his death when a railing gave way. A teacher hung himself in front of his class. A mere year after its opening, Prester John closed. It took another 4 years before John A. Macdonald High was built next to it. Most of the old school buildings were demolished, except one.
Gale came here sometimes. It was quiet, and Seiichi, the only other guy that came here on a consistent basis, kept himself busy and quiet with his kendo practice. The old classroms had the courtesy to keep the chairs and tables. All high quality wood, so no rust to deal with. A few cushions here and there, and Gale could nap in between classes. Pushing up one of the pillows he brought in, Gale closed his eyes and dreamed. His father wanted him to 'become a real man', but the meaning of that seemed so far away from him. He also told him never to ask another guy about what that meant, but whatever his father didn't know couldn't hurt him.
A loud thud, of a box dropped onto the floor, shattered his idle thoughts.
"Someone's here?" he whispered to himself. Seiichi never made that much noise, not even on special occasions.
His train of thought derailed again, when he stepped out of the abandoned classroom. There were people downstairs. 2 adult men standing around a 2 giant black crates. The moment Gale saw one of them carry a gun, he ducked out of sight. Silenced pistols. These men were making a trade of something here.
"You got the goods?!" yelled out one of them.
Gale clenched his teeth, poking his head out from behind his hiding spot. Two men, trenchcoats, armed with silenced weapons. If either of them died, or noticed Gale, no one would know until the scent of rotting flesh set in. It was a distressing thought, Gale had realised.
Ranmaru crossed her arms and sighed. Sayuri seemed to be enjoying this, but even if she didn't know Seiichi that much, she'd have guessed that Seiichi might act diffferently under the same circumstances. The mind was a plaything of the body, and hopefully it wouldn't do in whatever was left of Sayuri's masculinity.
Godwin looked at Ranmaru, raising an eyebrow. "Do you want to have a shot?" he asked.
She sighed again. Maybe it was a way to find out if Sayuri wasn't just enjoying her role too much. It was time for Prince Ranmaru to shine. With a cocky grin that contrasted with her own nervousness, Ranmaru strode to the chair confidently. From the sparkling gaze that defined just about every girl paying attention to her, she could tell that still had it.
"Princess Sayuri, we can only hope to impress your pure, pure heart." Going down on one knee, Ranmaru held Sayuri's hand. It was soft, and smooth. It was just a month ago when she recalled her male, human self holding Seiichi's hand for a moment before being told off. It was rough.
Which led to her next point.
"Your hands feel so soft. I could hold onto it for the rest of eternity if I spend it with you." Her mind immediately regretted it after her lips touched the back of Sayuri's hand.
Godwin looked at Ranmaru, raising an eyebrow. "Do you want to have a shot?" he asked.
She sighed again. Maybe it was a way to find out if Sayuri wasn't just enjoying her role too much. It was time for Prince Ranmaru to shine. With a cocky grin that contrasted with her own nervousness, Ranmaru strode to the chair confidently. From the sparkling gaze that defined just about every girl paying attention to her, she could tell that still had it.
"Princess Sayuri, we can only hope to impress your pure, pure heart." Going down on one knee, Ranmaru held Sayuri's hand. It was soft, and smooth. It was just a month ago when she recalled her male, human self holding Seiichi's hand for a moment before being told off. It was rough.
Which led to her next point.
"Your hands feel so soft. I could hold onto it for the rest of eternity if I spend it with you." Her mind immediately regretted it after her lips touched the back of Sayuri's hand.
Ranmaru went to a corner, Godwin following up by her side. The pair watched as Mitsuhide went on one knee in front of Sayuri, muttering something perhaps just cheesy enough for Sayuri to laugh. Mitsuhide treated Sayuri (or Leona, in the previous reality) as an opportunity to test the weirdest of methods, and after Hansel banned setting fire to inflatable sheep in the club, it was perhaps just 2 more weeks before Mitsuhide did something weirder than plain words.
Their eyes met right after the two of them rolled their eyes in the same moment, and they both held back a chuckle. Godwin used to be deathly afraid of girls, and it was Ranmaru's idea, in the previous reality, that he would overcome this fear through joining the CoG. It was probably the same in this world, too. Godwin was still bad at making girls feel loved, but he had the sultry, imposing and handsome figure that girls stared at from the distance.
Basically, he was a taller, sulkier Ranmaru with a male body, thought Ranmaru.
They saw Mitsuhide wander off, clearly pouting to whatever Sayuri said. Arthur went forward next. It was clear he said nothing, and his humorous intent was even clearly as he whipped out a hundred dollar note from his wallet and pushed it into Sayuri's face.
Both Ranmaru's and Godwin's palms hit their own faces in the same moment.
"Bloody hell..." muttered Ranmaru.
"Even I know that's a bad idea, Ran..." Godwin's tone told Ranmaru that he concurred.
Their eyes met right after the two of them rolled their eyes in the same moment, and they both held back a chuckle. Godwin used to be deathly afraid of girls, and it was Ranmaru's idea, in the previous reality, that he would overcome this fear through joining the CoG. It was probably the same in this world, too. Godwin was still bad at making girls feel loved, but he had the sultry, imposing and handsome figure that girls stared at from the distance.
Basically, he was a taller, sulkier Ranmaru with a male body, thought Ranmaru.
They saw Mitsuhide wander off, clearly pouting to whatever Sayuri said. Arthur went forward next. It was clear he said nothing, and his humorous intent was even clearly as he whipped out a hundred dollar note from his wallet and pushed it into Sayuri's face.
Both Ranmaru's and Godwin's palms hit their own faces in the same moment.
"Bloody hell..." muttered Ranmaru.
"Even I know that's a bad idea, Ran..." Godwin's tone told Ranmaru that he concurred.
The club was the same, Ranmaru saw the moment she stepped in. It was still a place of relaxation for girls, in the presence of the Club. A gaggle of girls cooed in her direction as she walked past, and she blew a kiss in towards them.
"Always the charmer, Prince," whispered Arthur from behind, grinning.
She saw the girls giggle, and Ranmaru smiled at them. A lot of things changed, but she still had her charm.
A blonde-haired Japanese young man, wiping a glass, waved towards Ranmaru and Arthur. President of the Club of Gentlemen, Mitsuhide Kirijo. He founded the club a year ago with Ranmaru, Arthur and the vice-president of the club, Hansel. It was likely that things remained the same in this universe.
"Ran-kun!" yelled Mitsuhide, beckoning Ranmaru over. Blonde-haired Japanese men were rare, but Mitsuhide was one of those that dyed his hair. She was still a little pleased that he was still just as tall as herself. Ranmaru had already lost more than a few inches in a rather important region.
Ranmaru whipped out her hand and clasped Mitsuhide's free hand in a handshake. "Mitsuhide! Any problems?"
"Not much. Godwin's out looking for Sayuri, for the usual weekly event."
The phrases 'weekly event' and 'Sayuri' in the same sentence could turn a robot white with horror. The weekly event referred to abducting the 'toughest' girl in the school and using her as a testing ground for the CoG's styles.
Ranmaru gasped, staring in shock at Mitsuhide. "Isn't it normally Leona?"
"She was last week." Mitsuhide raised an eyebrow at Ranmaru. "Why, is there something wrong about Sayuri?"
Ranmaru sighed, but she said nothing. This reality had changed in another way she did not like.
"Always the charmer, Prince," whispered Arthur from behind, grinning.
She saw the girls giggle, and Ranmaru smiled at them. A lot of things changed, but she still had her charm.
A blonde-haired Japanese young man, wiping a glass, waved towards Ranmaru and Arthur. President of the Club of Gentlemen, Mitsuhide Kirijo. He founded the club a year ago with Ranmaru, Arthur and the vice-president of the club, Hansel. It was likely that things remained the same in this universe.
"Ran-kun!" yelled Mitsuhide, beckoning Ranmaru over. Blonde-haired Japanese men were rare, but Mitsuhide was one of those that dyed his hair. She was still a little pleased that he was still just as tall as herself. Ranmaru had already lost more than a few inches in a rather important region.
Ranmaru whipped out her hand and clasped Mitsuhide's free hand in a handshake. "Mitsuhide! Any problems?"
"Not much. Godwin's out looking for Sayuri, for the usual weekly event."
The phrases 'weekly event' and 'Sayuri' in the same sentence could turn a robot white with horror. The weekly event referred to abducting the 'toughest' girl in the school and using her as a testing ground for the CoG's styles.
Ranmaru gasped, staring in shock at Mitsuhide. "Isn't it normally Leona?"
"She was last week." Mitsuhide raised an eyebrow at Ranmaru. "Why, is there something wrong about Sayuri?"
Ranmaru sighed, but she said nothing. This reality had changed in another way she did not like.
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