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[Itsuki]

Recently Itsuki had started cross-dressing more than usual, having figured out an interesting use for one of his clan’s techniques. He was able to reshape his body completely, and he took advantage of it to give himself curves and even a decently sized chest. It took a few minutes to get right before he was satisfied, his blue hair falling down just past his shoulders and his face looking a little more feminine. He kept his hair light blue and his eyes as well, having grown attached to the look. His bust was a full C cup and filled out the dress he was wearing nicely, the short yellow dress falling down to about his knees. It had pretty white lacey frills along the hem, giving it a more delicate look.

The shinobi wasn’t on duty, only pulling stunts like this when he wasn’t working for the most part. He slid his open toed sandals on before he started towards the market, his purse over his shoulder and a smile pulling at his lips. Itsuki lived alone and didn’t exactly have a high income, so naturally he lived in an apartment building within the slums of the village. Unfortunately for him, his flashy appearance caught the attention of the wrong crowd. The gel boy was taking a shortcut through some alley when he ended up getting jumped, and before the Genin really knew what was going on he found himself shoved up against a wall roughly.

Despite his training he wasn’t exactly experienced with danger, so when he felt a knee forcing itself between his thighs he froze up. “Help- mmf!” Itsuki was cut off by a hand covering his mouth, and in his panic he was unable to think clearly enough to escape. Tears welled up in his eyes and he felt so helpless, the knife against his throat scaring the hell out of him despite the fact that the blade wouldn’t really be able to harm him in its current location.

[~Black Mage~ ~Maji Burako~]

Maji walked along the sidewalk, on his way to pick up some fabric. As usuall, he wore his long coat and gloves, along with his wide brimmed steeple hat, which covered every inch of his body save a small area around his eyes, which was covered by thick shadow. This was how he always dressed, hiding nearly every element of his physiology and in turn building a new identity from the layers of cloth.

He stopped short when he heard a quickly muffled yelp from an alleyway. The young man's head snapped to the side, tracking the voice, his eyes peering out through the thin area that allowed him to see. Without thinking, he dashed forward and sucker punched the twat with a knife across his jaw, the thick leather of his gloves preventing said twat's teeth from cutting Maji's hand.

[Itsuki]

When someone suddenly showed up and punched the man pinning him, Itsuki’s eyes went wide as could be as he was snapped out of his panicked state. As his attacker was struck, the thug’s hand jerked and he could feel the blade digging through his throat, however his flesh reformed almost as soon as it had been cut through. The disguised blue haired boy sort of just kept standing there for a moment, but the thug soon regained his balance and called out for some of his friends to help. For a moment longer he was frozen, but he then quickly grabbed the other boy’s arm and dragged him along as he ran.

“We need to get out of here,” he insisted as he ran for it, dragging the other back towards his apartment building down the road. When they reached it, he quickly looked around the make sure their pursuers couldn’t see them before he shoved the other boy inside. Once they seemed to be safe, he leaned heavily forward into the other and sniffled, barely managing to suppress a sob. “Th-thank you,” he muttered quietly as he clung onto the front of the boy’s shirt, his voice sounding a bit soft and feminine despite him the ability to change it. He didn’t even realize the way he was pressing his chest into the other teen, his gelatin body trembling against the boy.

[~Black Mage~ ~Maji Burako~]

Maji clenched his fist and was about to swing at the nearest of the punks when he felt a pressure on his wrist. The boy pivoted on his heels, about to swing wildly, when he saw the girl he had just impulsively saved gripping his wrist with her back turned, running away. The unexpected sight gave him pause, only for him to be yanked along by the girl.

He found himself taken to what must have been her apartment. At the least, it was a small apartment, barely big enough for one person. Just the thought of being alone with a girl in her apartment made him blush, which luckily enough covered by his coat. Her gripping onto his chest and sobbing didn't help this problem.

Maji was caught clearly off guard, and fumbled around for a bit trying to figure out what to do. How to respond. Finally, he settled on an idea and gently pat her head. Slowly, he took her by the shoulders and guided her over to a sofa, sitting down next to her. He patted her head again awkwardly, trying to calm her down.

[Itsuki]

Despite the boy not saying anything, his actions did wonders for calming Itsuki down. The gel boy relaxed heavier against this stranger as his head was pat, and eventually he managed to get a hold of himself and he moved to sit up away from the other. “Ah, I’m sorry about that,” he muttered as he wiped his tears away from his eyes, sniffling as he brought his legs up onto the couch and hugged them tightly to his chest. “Nothing like that happened to me and I… I froze, I’m sorry,” he apologized again as he buried his face into his dress, knowing that he should have been able to get out of that on his own no problem.

After a moment he shook his head to help snap himself out of it, and he got up and moved towards the small kitchen. “Are you thirsty or anything? Maybe you could stay for dinner, it’d be the least I could do,” he offered, trying to act strong yet his hands were still trembling as they rested on the door of his refrigerator. “What’s your name anyway? I’m Itsuki,” he introduced himself without really even thinking about having a male name while looking like this, but it wasn’t really unheard of for people to have names from the opposite gender regardless.

[~Black Mage~ ~Maji Burako~]

Maji sat and petted the girl until she had calmed down. She seemed to slowly relax leaning on him more and more until it seemed her full available weight was being leaned on him. With his free hand, Maji fuddled around, debating wrapping it around her in an attempt to be supportive. Unfortunately, he was quite poor at...anything that involved being supportive.

Eventually, it seemed she gathered her wits. He let her get up and start walking around. It seemed like she was ok...for now at least. Shortly, she introduced herself. "Itsuki?" Maji mumbled under his breath, rolling the name off his lips, as well as testing how it fit her. Could be worse, he supposed. Didn't feel much like a girl's name though.

Maji stood up, walking over to the threshold of the kitchen before introducing himself. "Maji." He said, his voice mildly deadpan, "Burako Maji."

[Itsuki]

“You don’t talk much, do you?” Itsuki asked as he grabbed a couple of glasses and poured them both some juice, and then he moved to sit next to the other shinobi on the couch. And if he was sitting a little too close, it was merely because he enjoyed the boy’s warmth. “I hope you’re okay with juice… Are you hungry?” The liquid teen felt like he had to ask, his previous mention of Maji staying for dinner having failed to receive a response. “I… I insist, really, I feel like I should help pay you back somehow,” he muttered as he fiddled anxiously with the lace hem at the bottom of his dress, his other hand still trembling slightly as it held the glass.

[~Black Mage~ ~Maji Burako~]

Maji took the glass of juice and returned to the couch, to be joined by miss Itsuki. He didn't know how to respond to the dinner invitation. Luckily, his stomach answered for him, growling audibly in a most embarrassing manner. "Thank you," he muttered, "and yes please." With one hand, he unbuckled his coat's collar and took a sip of the juice, bringing the glass to his lips, hidden behind the high collar he wore. "Are...you feeling better now?" He asked almost uncharacteristically softly.

[Itsuki]

Nodding, Itsuki moved to stand back up and made his way over to the fridge, sort of glad to have something to busy himself with as he started cooking. The boy didn’t really eat himself, but he did usually keep some food around in case he had guests. He never made anything fancy either since he couldn’t taste it either and at the moment he was just making up a small portion of curry, just enough for one person. “I’m alright,” he muttered as he paused for a moment, one of his hands moving up over his neck protectively for a moment as he recalled the sensation of a blade running through him. It was the first time anyone had tried to hurt him like that and while it didn’t hurt, the mere thought of it sent shivers down his spine. Quickly he shook it off though, focusing on cooking instead.

[~Black Mage~ ~Maji Burako~]

While Itsuki cooked, a few thoughts began to drift though Maji's mind. Why was he being so talkative? He was never this chatty. Not when being pleasent, anyway. Speaking of, why WAS he being pleasant? Any other day, he would have been on his merry way long before now, and yet here he was, staying for dinner with a cute girl he had just met. And his heart was racing to boot.

For him, none of this made a lick of sense. She was cute though...and nice. The even of cooking food wafted over to Maji. He couldn't quite place it, but whatever it was, it smelled good.