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delirious-dove · 12 years ago

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Every Which Way (A Series of Brief Oneshots)

Fandom: Shurara Corps

Pairing: Mekeke/Putata, Fem!Mekeke/Fem!Putata, Mekeke/Fem!Putata, Fem!Mekeke/Putata.

Explanation: This was an exercise for myself to write an OTP genderbent in different ways and with slightly different dynamics. Also, it's proof of just how hard I ship these two. Friendship, slightly one sided, just plain sweet and more mature, I really do ship it all.

Warning: These were written from midnight to two AM. That should be warning enough.

M/M

So. Hot day. The house has barely any good air conditioning. Sweat was dripping off practically everyone. Yukiki was near catatonic, sticking his head in the freezer during the times he was conscious. Everyone else was sticking to lower floors (and the furniture).

Articles of clothing removed: three. So far, Kagege had shed his outer shirt, Samama had changed her shirt to a tank top and Mekeke had ditched the coat and the hat, but he didn't consider them separate articles, thus only three things had been removed.

Putata was on his way to making it four. He was pulling at his collar and making agitated noises, especially after checking the handy thermometer in the kitchen. Finally, he tossed his hat aside and pulled his sweater off over his head.

“Woo!” Mekeke cried, waving a hand. “Take it off!” He immediately ducked as the remote control for the TV sailed through the air and bounced off the wall above him.

Putata, too tired to get it back, draped himself over the back of the couch with a sigh and waved an arm weakly at the remote.

Mekeke tossed it back to his friend and joined him on the couch. “Hot?”

“Dude, I can't even think,” Putata said, pulling his suspenders up onto his shoulders.

“Yeah. I wanted to go get some ice from the freezer, but Yukiki was there and I didn't want to bother him. He's extra grumpy today.”

Putata kicked at something by his feet. “Which is why we've got this cooler filled with ice. Want some?”

“Sure,” Mekeke said. “Ugh. Stupid turtleneck.”

“Go shirtless,” Putata said, leaning his chin in his hand and smiling. “Give us a treat.”

“Ha. No.” Mekeke opened up the cooler and scooped up a few cubes. “No telling how hot that would be. I do it for your own good.”

Putata burst out laughing. “Here,” he said, holding out his hand for the ice. “Let me get that.” He pulled the back of Mekeke's collar open, dropping the ice down his friend's back.

“Agh!” Mekeke hissed. “Cold!”

“That's kind of the point.”

“It's sudden.”

“I'm thinking of just taking a lukewarm shower or something.”

“Might wanna make that cold,” Mekeke suggested, walking his fingers up Putata's arm. “To better conserve hot water.”

“Stop it,” Putata said with a chuckle batting away Mekeke's hand. He stood up, stretched and started walking around the couch. As soon as he was behind Mekeke, he leaned over and whispered, “If you want to conserve water, you'll have to join me.”

“Better make that extra cold,” Mekeke said, jumping up. “Don't want to negate the whole purpose now do we?”

“I don't know, do we?”

“You'd better decide soon, otherwise I'm deciding for you.”

“Not too cold then.”

M/F (Mekeke/Fem!Putata)

How could she get away from this creep? Putata knew it had been a bad idea to even acknowledge the guy in front of her. At this very moment, he was leaning on the bar, eying her legs. She was keeping them, and her arms, crossed.

“So, do you have any plans for later?” he leered.

“Um, no.” Oh. Bad answer, she realized too late.

“Do you think you've got time to come by my place for coffee?”

Turn back now! Turn back! She had mace in her bag, but using it here could result in getting thrown out. Also, it seemed inappropriate. He hadn't tried anything yet. Putata looked around. Several excuses leaped to mind: Oh, I just forgot there's a family emergency, my boyfriend's in the bathroom and her personal favorite, fuck off. However, she'd tried some of these already and they hadn't worked. She was prepared to use her favorite when a new voice joined the conversation.

“I don't think she wants to. Move on.”

The man blinked at the sudden appearance of a male figure at Putata's shoulder. A rather strong looking male figure too, with one eye. Putata fought a gleeful smile and hopped down from her bar stool. She clung to Mekeke's arm and shrugged at the stunned man.

“Now don't get mad, honey,” she said quickly. “He didn't know.” An evil grin escaped. “Why don't we go?”

“Sure thing,” Mekeke said. They waited until the man turned around, then both pulled faces at his back and burst into giggles. “I don't know what it is with these guys who keep thinking you're into them.”

“They just can't resist this rockin' bod,” Putata said, posing. She snatched her hat from the bar and settled it over her unruly blonde pixie cut. “I don't know how you do it.”

“I know you, that's how,” Mekeke teased, elbowing her.

“Would you have actually punched him?” Putata said as they left.

“Only if he touched you.”

Putata remembered a time when some creep put his hand on her knee unexpectedly. Mekeke had loomed up like a dark shadow and knocked the guy's lights out. “Why can't you be my real boyfriend?”

“Like I said, I know you.”

Putata spun around and jabbed a finger into Mekeke's chest. “Hey. If you end up getting jealous later and crashing my wedding, I can't guarantee that I'll run down the aisle towards you.”

“And I can't guarantee that if I get a girlfriend that I'll respond to your 'seduction' techniques when you get jealous.”

They laughed with each other. Putata gave Mekeke a kiss on the cheek, then linked arms with him. “Come on.” They walked off into the night together, still laughing.

M/F (Fem!Mekeke/Putata)

“Agh!” Mekeke swept all of her papers of her desk. They fluttered down around her like snow, rustling as they settled to the floor. “I just-I give up!”

She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Putata looked up, set his brush down calmly and followed her out. When he found her, she was sitting curled up on the couch, her face buried in her knees.

“You okay?” Putata said, settling next to her. She normally didn't lose her patience like this.

“Puppet block,” she grumbled. “And I'm so bored!” She unfolded herself and banged her heels against the floor. “It's not fair, Putata. Completely bogus.”

“Hey, I know what will cheer you up.”

“What?”

“Pictionary.”

“No. You always win that. I'm asking for help with me, not you.”

Putata smiled. “Whoops.”

Mekeke removed her hat, revealing her face. She wore an extra eye patch beneath it, but other than that, she was quite pretty. “Sometimes I don't think you get girl stuff.”

“Oh, is that time of the-?”

“No!” Mekeke said a little too quickly. “I'm just saying that you don't always know how to deal with girls.”

“Isn't that what you have Hanana for?”

“You are the absolute worst best friend!” Mekeke said, laughing. She rained light punches along Putata's arm. “I'm just asking for you to watch The Notebook with me once or braid my hair or something.”

“I can do that,” Putata said. “I'd be happy to.”

“You would?”

“What are friends for?”

“Practicing kissing,” Mekeke said, falling back into Putata's lap dramatically. “And other stuff I guess.”

“Get off,” Putata said lightheartedly, nudging Mekeke back upright. “Sometimes I can't tell if you're being serious or not.”

“Throw me a bone. It's not like it would mean anything,” Mekeke said. She was finding it hard to keep an irreverent tone. Come on, come on. “I'm getting tired of using the pillow.”

“Gross,” Putata said. “Alright. Once. You ask again and I'll take the pillow away.”

“I've grown attached to that pillow,” Mekeke grumbled. In truth, it was Putata's and she hadn't really kissed it. She'd just held it sometimes when he wasn't around and breathed in the scent. Only mildly creepy, but probably not worth mentioning.

She managed to roll back to his lap and grinned. “Cotton gets a little dry after a while.”

“No tongue,” Putata said.

“Wouldn't dream of it.” Blatant lie. She'd dreamed of it often enough. “Now stop stalling and-”

He cut her off, pressing his mouth against hers. He kept his arms around her, managing to pull her down further into the kiss. Strangely, it felt like a moment they were both waiting for, not just Mekeke. She was aware of one hand on her thigh, but as soon as she tried to move it to her hip, it snatched itself away. Putata pulled away with a gasp for breath.

“Wow,” Mekeke said. She stared into Putata's eyes, wondering why he hadn't wanted to touch her. He just looked back up at her, completely innocent. She frowned. Why did he have to be so difficult?

Mekeke stood up, shaking her skirt back into its proper place. She smoothed down her hair as neatly as she could and cleared her throat. “You know what?” she said. “I think I'll go back to the pillow.” Hiding her half angry/half embarrassed blush, she stormed up the stairs. Jerk. Jerk. Jerk.

F/F

“Oh, you look so pretty with a French braid,” Putata said, holding out the mirror. Mekeke examined herself, turning her head this way and that.

“It's nice,” she said. “I wish your hair was longer.”

Putata laughed and ruffled her short hair. “Don't worry, you can do my nails if you want.”

Mekeke stroked her braid. “Do you think I'm pretty?”

“Shut up,” Putata said, wrapping her arms around Mekeke's shoulders. She rested her chin against one of them and grinned into the mirror. “You are plenty pretty.”

Mekeke reached up and pushed aside her eye patch, revealing the scar across her eyelids. Putata tried not to wince with phantom pain. It could be misconstrued. Instead, she sat back from Mekeke and turned her around. Pushing herself up onto her knees, Putata leaned over and kissed the scarred eye as gently as she could manage.

“Thanks,” Mekeke said softly. She set down the mirror and replaced the eye patch. She was smiling and fiddling with the end of her t-shirt. There was a beep from the kitchen.

“Popcorn!” Putata cried, launching herself from the couch. She returned moments later with a full bowl, already munching a few pieces. “Now. Breakfast Club time.”

“Then Titanic. You promised.”

“I know I did. But we're watching Pretty in Pink right after.”

“Are we going to watch every chick flick ever made?”

“Breakfast Club is for everyone,” Putata countered. “Now cuddle up with me. This is going to be sweet.”

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