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UNEXPECTED by Aenisses Thai

All rights to the characters from Fushigi Yuugi
belong to Yuu Watase, Shogakukan Shojo Comics, TV Tokyo, Studio Pierrot, and
Pioneer Video. I make no financial profit from this story.

This is a companion piece to
Shunyata Ryuen's "Expecting," an adventure about the consequences of
a spell cast on Tasuki by a mysterious sorceress. The plot of Expecting is used
here with Shunyata's permission; all rights to that plot belong to Shunyata
Ryuen.

The rights to this original
storyline, text, and dialogue are mine.

Additional caution: Although all interactions in this story
are technically heterosexual, the transgender nature of the plot may cause
discomfort to readers who dislike yaoi (male-male) relationships. Therefore, do
not read if you are averse to anything other than standard heterosexual
interactions.

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Chapter 1. Flashpoint

All right, first thing: if you
ain't me, you better not be readin' this. I mean it. If you value yer nosy
little ass, you better put down this scroll and run for it, 'cause if I'm alive
on this earth, I'm gonna flame ya till yer nothin' but a pile of flaky gray
ashes! This goes double for you, Nuriko--I'll kill ya, seishi strength or not!

On the other hand, maybe I ain't
around anymore, an' you think you can get away with pryin' into a man's private
thoughts. Though you might be wonderin' why I ever wrote this down, if I'm so
goddamn pissed at the thought of anybody readin' it.

Well, maybe I wrote it just for
myself. Ya see, there's things that time does ta ya, and one of 'em is makin'
ya forget the little things. Oh, sure, you remember the main events of your
life, but ya forget the small things that make the memories real--like the way
things looked and tasted and...felt.

I don't wanna forget the small
things about this. That's what makes it worth...well, everythin'. Without the
little things, this ends up soundin' like one of those freak-ass perv stories
that drunken shitheads listen to with their drinks in one hand an' their dicks
in the other. That's Not What This Is!

So what is it then? Well, maybe if
ya shut up an' get the fuck outta my way, you'll get the chance ta find out!

But listen, you're not gonna know
what I'm talkin' about unless ya know my other story. No, not the
"All-Glory-and-Honor-to-the-Piss-Almighty-Suzaku-Seishi-Who-Saved-Our-Fuckin'-Asses"
story; every asshole an' his brother knows that one. I'm talkin' about my story, the one that only a few of ya know; the one
that starts out a little...weird.

No, I'm not gonna go through
everything that happened in that story! Fuck, ya think I wanna keep yappin'
about how that goddamn sorceress put a spell on me, turnin' me from a perfectly
happy, ordinary, super-heroic kinda guy into a freaked-out spaz with a big
pregnant belly full of baby? Ya think I wanna remember how shithead Tamahome
found out about it, only to get us kidnapped by a buncha slavers, then escaping
and gettin' us lost with no money an' no idea how ta get home again? Ya think
I'm eager ta relive the whole fuckin'
wunnerful Birth Experience, which is only a little less fun than passin' a
watermelon through your asshole?

Fuck, no! I ain't tellin' ya
nothin'!

Oh.

Guess I just did.

Fine. Then just shut up and
listen.

This story starts with me an'
shithead Tamahome stuck in the barn where we had ta take shelter when I gave
birth ta the baby. Except Tamahome wasn't bein' a shithead for once. In fact,
he hadn't been a shithead for a long time; not since the adventure began, ta
tell the truth.

He was bein'...somethin' else.

Now don't get me wrong. It's not
like he didn't piss me off on a regular basis; sometimes just hearin' him
breathe was enough ta stand on my last nerve. An' this business with makin' us
pose as husband an' wife made me wanna flame somethin' every time I even thought about it! But look, I gotta be fair an' admit that
Tamahome was just tryin' ta protect me. In fact, this wasn't his fault at all;
he was, if anythin', the innocent bystander in my own disaster story. He woulda
been justified in desertin' me at any time in the whole goddamn
cluster-fuck--but he never did.

Not once. Not when I was stuck in
a fight with those fuckin' scum-shit slavers. Not when that fucker on the ship
tried to have his way with me. Not when we were stuck in the middle of
Butt-Fuck Nowhere with nothin' ta eat and no place ta sleep.

Not when I went inta labor in
this isolated old barn, with no one ta help but some plow beasts and...him. Oh, I
screamed an' I puked an' I wailed like the damned, beggin' for death just ta
stop the pain! If I was him, I woulda turned tail and run--but he stayed right by
me, cleanin' my messes and wipin' the sweat off my face an' makin' me believe
that I was gonna live through it. Truth be told, I don't think I woulda made it--not without him.

So how was I supposed ta feel
when he placed that squirmy, warm miracle in my arms an' smiled down at me like
I'd done somethin' special...when he was the one who looked like Suzaku's own angel come
down ta earth?

Okay, now I'm startin' ta sound
mushy and gushy and girly-britches--but I don't care, 'cause right then, I was all girly-britches! I mean, c'mon, getcher head
outta yer ass; how the hell do ya think a fuckhead bandit like me is gonna pop
a bonafide perfect baby outta his body if certain...changes hadn't taken place? It's enough ta make the horses
laugh, ta see how much I'd changed.

But Tama never laughed at me;
well, not after that first time. 'Course, he mighta been afraid that if he
laughed, he'd start me on one of those goddamn cryin' jags; either that, or get
whacked with the nearest hard object. At that time, even I couldn't tell whether I was gonna bawl or belt him
over the head if somethin' pissed me off.

The next few days after the birth
passed in a blur. I was obsessed with just lookin' at my little girl and
countin' all her fingers and toes and marveling at the way she wrinkled her
nose in her sleep. Yeah, I know you got questions, but here's the thing:

I didn't.

I didn't care that this was
impossible; I didn't care that a baby couldn't be made from a spell and carried
by a man. A man who'd been turned inta a woman. Whatever. I just knew that she
was mine, mine, all mine...an' maybe Tama's, too. I mean, I did ask him ta name the baby, an' he ended up namin' her
Yugetsu after his mom...but that's not the only thing I'm talkin' about.

Ya see, a baby's a fuckin'
awesome thing--but also goddamn tirin', which don't seem fair when you just went
through a fuckin' eternity of labor. Tama, though, took over whenever I got too
tired to cope: rockin' little Yu-chan and singing dumbass Konan songs, cleanin'
her up...an' me as well. I wasn't so lost in the glow of new parenthood that I
didn't realize that he was the one who had cleaned all the blood off the bottom
half of my body, an' made sure I had a cup of water nearby at all times, an'
even went out an' caught somethin' that he made a thin soup outta. Hell, I
don't care if that somethin' was a goddamn rat; that soup tasted better to me than anythin' that ever came outta the
Imperial kitchens.

Tama also explained ta me about
waitin' for the milk ta come in, an' he kept me from panicking about that thin
yellow stuff that came outta my chest till the real stuff showed up.

Okay, I know that I been avoidin'
sayin' exactly how--and where--I'd
changed. Look, this ain't easy for me; ya think that ya'd do any better? But I
said that I was gonna tell all the small stuff, so here goes.

Thank Suzaku, the equipment on my
chest hadn't changed that much. I mean, the pecs were a little bigger an' the
nipples more prominent, but that was it. It mighta been the gods' mercy that
kept the spell from landin' me with a pair of giant boobs, which probably
woulda been the last straw that sent me screamin' off inta the sunset. There's
only so much change a man can take.

As for lower down: now with the
baby born, the good ol' watermelon was outta the way, which finally left my
view clear to...what I didn't wanna see. Nope, I wasn't lookin' down there, no
way, no how. Even though my stomach went flat again with the freak-ass speed
that was typical of my spell-pregnancy, I made sure that I didn't take a close
look at what wasn't there. Seein' is believin', an' I didn't wanna do either.

My hips were still guy-narrow,
though, thank the gods--that's all I
woulda needed, gettin' saddled with a bubble-ass! But I could feel that the
joints were still loose, the way that they loosened up so I could push the baby
out. Weird shit.

I hadda face it: I made one
weird-lookin' woman. Ugly, really, by Konan standards. Tall, gawky, with big
hands and feet, small-to-nonexistent boobs, guy-hips--an' yeah, let's not forget
the fangs. About the only thing that looked womanly on me was my hair; it grew
like fuckin' weeds, long and thick till it was hangin' halfway down my back.
Irritated the shit outta me.

I wondered what Tama made of it
all.

I'd been doin' that a lot lately:
wonderin' what Tama was thinkin.' It freaked me a little, the way it mattered
ta me. I mean, since when did I give a shit what he thought? Well, all right,
there was all that stuff I already told you about, but it really started on the
night of the baby's birth, when I screamed and wept, and he was the one thing
that stood between me and black despair. Afterwards, in that moment when he
handed me little Yu-chan, and I looked at him an' thought about the way he'd
been there for me through the worst of it all...well, I loved him, all
right? But ya know, it was just
all those crazy birth juices or somethin'--like the way women in my village
would fall for the healer that helped them through a bad time.

It wasn't real. It was gratitude,
not love. Or so I kept tellin' myself.

Except...well, from then on, it
mattered what Tama thought of me. That's all.

So here it was, days later, the
wind still howling outside our stable while we waited for the storm ta die
down, an' for me an' the baby to become strong enough to travel. I stole a
secret glance at Tama from under my eyelashes (and when did I fuckin' learn ta
do that?) He was gazing dreamily into
our small fire, his dark hair fallin' over his eyes and gleamin' in the dim
light--and suddenly I was struck by how somethin' as stupid and simple as
firelight an' the smell of cowshit could make a place seem like home.

I looked down at Yu-chan at my
breast. She was finally asleep but still latched onto the nipple. I slipped a
finger into her mouth to get her to release it, causing her to make a little
cat mew of protest as she sucked on empty air.

Pulling my shirt closed, I
grinned as I laid her in the makeshift cradle-manger. "Yeah, ya little
shit," I murmured, "Still eatin' in your sleep. You're just as greedy
as your Aunt Miaka."

I looked up suddenly and caught
Tama staring at me. It surprised me a little; did I do somethin' wrong by
makin' fun of Miaka? But he wasn't lookin' at me like he was mad or anythin.'

He was lookin' at me like I was the fuckin' miracle instead of the baby.

My eyes widened in response, and
suddenly he flushed brilliant red.

I can't explain exactly what
happened in what order next; it's still kind of a jumbled blur. I know that I
finally realized that his gray eyes held tints of violet. I know that I wanted
to get closer to see exactly what colour they were, an' maybe figure out why he
was lookin' at me that way. I'm not sure who moved first, but the one thing I
know for certain is that we met in the middle.

See, we're pretty much the same
height, an' I think we were both movin' a little fast, so that's why our mouths
met first. I'm not saying that it was a mistake, though--'cause ya know, that
thing our tongues were doin' took away that excuse.

Not ta mention the way his hands
were wound through my hair and his heart hammered against mine, an'...oh yeah.
Pressed hard against me, practically drillin' inta my thigh--no mistake there.

But look at me listin' this stuff
like I was standin' there takin' notes. Oh no. Tama was not in this alone.

Ya know that I've been a dumbass
guy almost all of my life, an' like all dumbass guys, I kinda believed that
since girls didn't have that nice, fun, sticky-out equipment that we did, they
also didn't feel things nearly as, um, hot
as we did, either.

Live an' learn, Tasuki; live an'
learn.

I felt like there was some
Imperial fireworks display goin' off 'bout six inches south of my belly; a
fireworks display that was racin' up my spine and explodin' again behind my
eyes. I couldn't seem to catch my breath or feel my knees, but the thing that I
did feel was this hungry, urgent ache
between my legs, making me practically scream with need. Goddamn it, I hadda
have him NOW!

At that moment, we had ta break
the kiss in favor of gettin' air--but Tama released me and stepped back at the
same time. I coulda punched him, I was so pissed!

"Get back here, you
asshole!" I growled, an' tried to pull him against me again.

He held me off, though, his
forehead glowing with his ogre power. "Wait, Tasuki, I have to say
something..."

"You're gonna ruin this by
talkin', aren'tcha?" Right at that moment, these stupid thoughts flashed
lightning fast through my brain. He's changed his mind; he doesn't want you;
you're a freak of nature, and now he's gonna run off screamin' inta the night! I couldn't help it; the fuckin' tears welled up in
my eyes.

Tama looked more stricken than if
I had sent him flyin' with a left hook.
"Tasuki, please, I'm sorry..."

"Just shut the fuck up, all right?" I was even more humiliated by the
fact that I'd started sobbing. Ah, Suzaku, have mercy on your suffering
servant, an' just strike me dead right now! "I know what you're gonna say
already. Blah, blah, blah, we're friends and seishi brothers, an' let's not
ruin that and all that bullshit. An' oh yeah, don't forget our priestess an'
that commitment, not ta mention the current price of tea in Kutou! An' all
those reasons are just ways for you to avoid sayin' that," my voice rose
out of control, "you can't stand the thought of touchin' me again 'cause
I'm such an ugly-ass FREAK!"

I didn't really say that shit out
loud, did I? Oh, fer fuck's sake, Suzaku. Black hole, under my feet, right now.
Please.

I didn't have much time to
continue my mental argument with Suzaku, though, because suddenly Tama was
right there in my face; no, in my mouth,
kissing me so hard that my sobs turned into hiccups. He kept right on kissing
me till I calmed down a little and started thinkin,' Well ya know, I
coulda been wrong about that last part.

Finally that breathin' thing
couldn't be ignored anymore, so we broke off the kiss again, but this time he
held onto my face like I was gonna fly up and start doin' loopy-loops around
the barn if he didn't keep me in his grip. Dunno how he got that idea.

We panted for a few seconds, Tama
regaining his breath first. "Do you have any idea of how damn hard it is
to shut you up?" he gasped, his eyes blazing into mine. "All I wanted
to do was ask you a simple question, and the next thing I know, you're singing
an entire opera! When are you going to learn that you can trust me?"

That silenced me with shame. He
was right. I was actin' like a complete ass, which ain't a stretch for me, I'll
admit...but he didn't deserve that. I blinked hard a coupla times--no, no fuckin'
tears or anythin' manipulative like that--and looked down.

"I trust ya, Tama. I trust
ya...with my life."

His fingers trembled on my jaw,
but he kept his voice steady. "Good. Then listen up, and don't you go ruining things with talking too much! All I
wanted to ask was..."

His voice faltered, so I lifted
my eyes to see what was wrong. That oni sign was glowing so bright, it looked
about ready ta burst inta flame, and his face was just as scarlet, whether from
the light of Suzaku or his own embarrassment, I couldn't tell. Tama didn't
flinch away from me, however; he just kept starin' inta my eyes like they held
the answer to everything. His voice dropped, though, breathing a whisper so
soft I could barely hear him.

"...are you sure?"

I frowned, not understanding.
"Am I sure?"

"Are you sure that you
want...this? Um, us, I mean. I mean, it's only been a few days since...the baby,
and I don't want to..." now his face was burning brighter than the oni sign,
"...hurt you."

Ya know what they say 'bout
hearin' choirs of angels singin'? Well, it's all true, an' I almost looked up
inta the rafters ta see where they were hidin' out.

This was it, then. This was
really gonna happen, 'cause miracle of miracles, he wanted me!

But it wasn't gonna happen if I kept him hangin' there, waitin'
for my answer with a world of agony in those eyes. I tried to hurry and
reassure him that, Hell yeah, I was ready with bells on!

Here's what came outta my mouth,
though. "Uh, sure. I mean no. I mean, you won't hurt me. Ya know, with the
spell an' all, I'm just as good as new, 'cept I've never been like this before,
I mean, ya know, a woman..."

Oh, shut the fuck up, Tasuki!

Ya gotta understand--I'm a
fuckhead bandit. Never been raised ta be a proper young lady, 'cause, hell, I
was a guy! So what I did next, I know
that no proper lady would ever do...but fuck it.

See, he was still pressed up
against me, an' the evidence of how much he wanted me was right out there for
the world, or at least me, to see. Now, he didn't have the same advantage in my
case, an' as I saw it, that wasn't fuckin' fair. So I reached down an' untied
my trousers, then grabbed his hand and put it right where he could feel me, hot
and slick against his fingers.

I guess he got the message,
'cause things started happenin' pretty fast. We were all over each other, grabbin'
an' kissin' wildly and tearin' each other's clothes off. There always comes the
moment, though, when everything comes to a complete stop--yeah, there it was. We
were kneeling before each other, naked, kinda hesitatin' as to what to try
first, when the thought crossed my mind (and what the fuck was I doin' thinkin' at a time like this?) Anyway, the thought was that I
wished I could magically make the fire dwindle, maybe all the way down to
embers, so that the light wouldn't be so...bright.

I dunno if my thoughts showed
that clear on my face, or if I moved an arm to cover some of my weirder
parts...or if Tama was some kinda mind-reader, 'cause all of a sudden, he reached
out and grasped my arms, holding them at my sides.

"Don't," he said, his
voice as soft an' smooth as Imperial sake, makin' these weird little shivers
run through my body. "Don't be ashamed, Tasuki."

Oh sure, easy for him ta say.
Look at him--he's fuckin' perfect, the bastard. Makes me sick. Well, no,
actually...not makin' me sick at all. But my
freakish body, on the other hand...

"Stop it." His hands
moved gently up my arms, trailing across my shoulders and finally coming to
rest feather light on my face. His thumbs traced the line of my jaw...an' it felt
like he had me under some kinda spell or somethin', 'cause even though he was
barely touchin' me, I couldn't move a muscle. Shit, I could hardly breathe! All
I could do was keep starin' into those gray eyes, losin' myself in their depths
until I felt like I was floatin' in a violet-flecked sky.

"You're beautiful," the
whisper floated up to join me. "You're as beautiful now..." his fingers
suddenly trembled on my face, and I heard a different tone in his voice. It
almost sounded like fear.

"...as you were before."

My eyes snapped back into focus
at that. Wha..? Tama thought I was
beautiful before any of this shit
went down? Was he yankin' me or somethin'?

But no, he looked too scared to
be sayin' anything but the truth. An' I dunno what happened ta me, but for once
I was able to push my own questions aside in favor of takin' care of him. I
looped my arms around his neck and leaned forward, brushing my lips against the
midnight hair at his temple.

"It's okay," I
whispered into his ear. "Everything's okay."

And it was.

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To be continued...

Thank you for reading.

-Aenisses- 19-June-2005
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