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Nurse Jackal	By : drjackal Category: +G to L > Get Backers Views: 3987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Do you really think that a simple examination would
reveal the cause of such a drastic transformation?" Akabane asked,
unconvinced as the girl led him to a room in the far back and closed the door.
"It seems to be a very complex issue."

"It's necessary. Don't you want to know if all the
organs are there, or just some of them?" Ren asked, her voice still
containing a hint of malice.

He hadn't thought of that. It was possible that he had
only the external appearance of a woman and none of the internal parts. That
was a question he figured he would like the answer to. Reluctantly and
cautiously, he surrendered to her inquiry and sat down on the table present in
the room.

"Don�t sit down. You're not dressed properly for
this," she grinned. He didn't like that grin. It reminded him of his own
grin, and that was not a good sign. She gleefully held up what essentially
amounted to a rectangular sheet of paper with shoulder straps on it.

"What is that?" Akabane asked, eyeing it
suspiciously.

"Your examination robe," she said, her
ear-to-ear grin conveying a taste of sadism.

"That can not possibly be the robe. That would not
cover anything." He looked at her, noticing that she continued to grin
victoriously. "You seem to be taking a lot of joy in inflicting this on a
fellow female."

"I heard you talking, and I know that you're
actually male under there. Now you
get to see what we have to go
through. After all, I keep hearing all my guy friends talking about how much
worse they have it. I've always wanted to prove them wrong."

"You are quite the jaded little child," Akabane
observed, very reluctantly turning his back to her and putting on the paper
robe she'd offered.

"It comes with the territory," she answered. He
figured that the territory she was referring to was the harsh reality of the Infinite Castle. Perhaps she was referring to the world of the Infinite Castle without the Thunder Emperor, he thought when she
turned her back to him and he caught a glimpse of the logo on the back of her
leather jacket.

"So� is your grandfather going to be doing this
examination?" he asked, sitting on the table and uncomfortably trying to
keep the robe closed.

"Nope!" she answered brightly. "I
am!" She took off her jacket and started putting on a lab coat.

Akabane blinked. "You're just a girl�"

"My grandfather trained me to handle these things.
It's an easy enough exam, and the female patients usually feel more at ease
when a girl does it." She snapped her gloves. "Those that are not
actually men, that is." Akabane suddenly felt very, very nervous.

"Lie down," she ordered, her voice no-nonsense.
He obliged her, despite honestly not wanting to. "Arm over your
head," she ordered, tugging down the robe. Now, even in his male body,
Akabane did not particularly like to be touched in any way. So he absolutely
hated having to lie there while the girl fondled his breasts. He especially
hate the feeling of her fingers squeezing at the overly sensitive nipples,
which stood rod-upright from the cold in the room.

"Stop making that face. Girls have to worry about
breast cancer."

"Men have to worry about prostate cancer," he
responded, squirming a bit uncomfortably. Even if it was a private examination,
he was not exactly comfortable with her leaving his female breast out in the
open for so long.

The girl just shrugged and pulled the robe back up. She moved
down to the end of the table, snapping up two triangular metal devices.
"If you've watched any sitcom humor, you know what these are."

"No," Akabane said, shortly and simply. He'd
endured the humiliation of clothes shopping, fighting shirtless, and the chest
examination. There was no way in the seven hells that anyone was going to force
him to do that.

"I said earlier, we need to know if you've got all
the parts or not. You want to know the extent of the change, don't you?"
she purred.

With a very tragic and dramatic sigh, he reluctantly gave
into the girl's requests. "Good girl," she said, patting his foot in
a condescending manner as she opened the plastic surrounding a small metal
device resembling a duck bill.

"What is that?" he asked suspiciously. If he
was going to be forced into a humiliatingly vulnerable position, he was going
to know what she was up to.

"Relax. Take a deep breath. You'll find out."
He didn't like the sound of that. Why wouldn't she just tell him if it was
something harmless?

He jerked suddenly, caught by surprise. The sudden
sensation was like a cold, wet, metal tongue depressor being shoved into the tenderest
of female regions. At least, he thought, that hadn't felt too bad�

Then she opened it. His eyes practically doubled in size
and his body involuntarily jerked away from her. "You okay?" she
asked. She looked actually concerned, as though she hadn't meant to hurt him.

"It does not� hurt nearly as bad� as a kick in the
testicles," he answered earnestly. Didn't hurt as much, yes, but it was a
hell of a lot more uncomfortable.

"Good, because I'm not done yet!" She started
cranking, opening the torturous device wider. By the time she was finally done,
his eyes had started to fill with little tears that he refused to let fall.
Still not as bad as the pain Ban must have been going through earlier, he tried
to comfort himself.

"From what I can see, it's all here," she said.
The pain went away, and he breathed a deep sigh of relief. "All I've got
left to do is check for ovaries." There was another uncomfortable, awkward
moment in which he bit his finger in an attempt to keep from showing weakness
by crying. She had two fingers shoved into his still aching vagina and one
finger where he'd prefer it not be, pushing them together harshly as she felt
the bumps of tissue beneath her fingers. When finished, she looked up.
"You've got ovaries!" she said brightly and casually, as if
announcing that it was something as insignificant as an email. "Yep, it's
all there. Congratulations, you seem to be fully female."

"I could have told you that," he answered,
trying not to reveal any pain or weakness as he sat up. "So far, nothing
but bad things have happened to me since I turned female. Are there not any benefits to being a woman?" he
asked. He noticed a few spots of blood on his female thighs, but since the girl
did not seem concerned, he guessed that was actually a normal part of the
female examination.

She handed the robe back. "Of course there
are," she answered, turning her eyes away. He didn't see much of a purpose
in her giving him modesty while he changed, considering as how she'd
essentially seen all of his nude body by that point. He adjusted the robe over
his chest, still feeling a bit of pain. It would go away soon enough, as he was
an amazingly fast healer, but that didn't help things at the moment.

She turned back, studying him a moment before giving her
answer. "Higher pain tolerance," she answered, voice completely
deadpan and honest.

"That is not a very convincing argument," he
responded, leaving the room.

Ban and Ginji were still in the other room, as Ban was
only beginning to become conscious enough to talk coherently. He glared up at
Akabane when Akabane re-entered the room. "Where are my car keys?" he
asked angrily, but since he was still half-drugged, it came out as "Wha at
mah cah kays?"

"They were with my clothes, which the girl
took."

"They're here in the desk," Ren answered.
"We emptied the pockets and sent all your clothes down to be dried. They
should be back all nice and warm in a few minutes." She looked at her
grandfather. "I didn't find anything. He's a perfectly normal, healthy
young woman," she said, casting him a bit of a sideways smirk.

Akabane looked over at the girl and her grandfather.
"After all that, you came up with absolutely nothing that will help me get
my male body back?" he asked, his voice distinctly unhappy.

Ren shrugged. The drugged Ban, however, launched
instinctively into his sales pitch. "Weda Get Backers. Get anything back.
Nearly hundrah perchant success rate!" he said, words still slurred.

Ginji hated the way Akabane's head turned to face them
slowly, like a creature out of the Exorcist. A grin graced his face, and his
eyes were dark. "Well then, perhaps I can offer you a job." He ran
one hand across his chest in a way that was intended to tantalize poor Ginji.
"Get back my real gender."

"Wesh can do aaaaaaaany job!" the
anesthetic-high Ban answered.

"Ban-chan� I don't think you should�" Ginji
began to whimper. He had intended to finish his sentence with 'take a job from
Akabane,' but Akabane was faster than he was, and had wrapped his arms around
Ginji's head and shoved Ginji's head into his female chest. "Will you not
accept my job?" he asked, playing with a strand of hair on top of Ginji's
very-red face.

Ginji, from his vantage point, could see inside Akabane's
robe. Somewhere, in his conscious mind, he knew who that nipple was attached
to. He knew he should be horrified rather than delighted and blushing. He knew
he should be screaming and running away rather staring. However, he knew all
these things in his brain, and the moment, Ginji distinctly was NOT thinking
with the head attached to his shoulders.

"Wed take any job!" Ban cried again, waving his
arms.

"If you disagree, Ginji-kun, you should say
something," he purred, pulling Ginji in tighter. Ginji made a few little
burble noises, trying to summon up the word no, but it just wouldn't come out.

"I think he accepts," Akabane smiled, grabbing
Ban's hand and shaking it. "We have a deal now. I would hate to see what
would happen to someone who goes back on a contract signed with me,"
Akabane smiled, letting Ginji go. Ginji fell over in the chair, deflated like a
beach ball that had just rolled across a lawn of tacks. Somewhere, deep inside
the part of Ginji that was still thinking, he realized he was now in big trouble. Akabane, however, just
grinned over at Ren. "I believe I have found an advantage to being
female," he smiled.

Ren scoffed. "You're surprisingly good at that for
someone who supposedly only grew those boobs a few nights ago. Are you sure you
haven't done this before?

"What can I say? I have had very manipulative cohorts
in my time," he shrugged. Right then, their dry clothes arrived back.
Akabane excused himself to the back of the room to change, while Ginji and Gen
set to assisting the still loopy Ban in getting dressed.

In back, Akabane discovered a terrible issue. His pants,
it seemed, shrunk in the wash. They hadn't shrunk much, maybe three centimeters
at the most, but since the pants had barely fit him in the first place� he
couldn't get them back on, no matter how hard he yanked and pulled.

This was bad. It wasn't as if his underwear offered any
sort of actual coverage, on top of the pants not fitting. He could get them on
everywhere except the hips, where the buttons just absolutely refused to go
back together. He had to do something, though. He couldn't just walk around
with his pants hanging open�

He peered out from behind the curtain. "Ren, was it?
Do you happen to have safety pins I could borrow? Large ones?"

Ren gave him an odd look. "I do," she said,
offering them over. "Why do you need them?"

"Costume malfunction," he answered,
disappearing back behind the curtain.

"Costume� malfunction?" she asked, confusion
written on her face.

Akabane tried pinning up the front of his pants, but the
pins gapped open and showed more than he cared to expose to the world. What to
do now? There had to be something�

He looked down at his pants once more, then sighed and
slit open the side of each leg at the hip, pulling them up and then
safety-pinning them up the sides. It was less obvious if the sides of his pants
were open than the front, after all. No one could see the sides anyway because
of the way his coat hung.

By the time he emerged, Ginji was fully dressed. The woozy
Ban was slung over his shoulders. Gen was giving him a talk about what Ban
should and shouldn't do on his medications. When Gen was done, Akabane smiled
at Ginji. "Do not forget our agreement, Ginji-kun. I would, as I said,
hate to see what would happen to someone who broke a contract with me. When
Ban-chan is ready, I will be waiting for you in the hallway. After all, he is
still in no shape to drive."

Ginji trembled, trying his hardest not to turn tare and
drop Ban in the floor in the process. "Scary," he muttered as Akabane
pushed past him, sashaying out into the hallway. "Are you sure you didn't
see anything that would help us figure out what happened, Ren-chan? Anything?
He's too scary to disappoint�"

"I didn't notice anything right away, but if I think
of something, I'll let you know right away," she answered earnestly.

Akabane leaned against a wall and attempted to light a
cigarette. After that mess, he really needed one, although he generally
disliked smoking in public. He considered it unbecoming of the image he liked
to keep up, although at the moment, the very way he already looked ruined his
image.

Damn it, what was wrong with his lighter? It just
wouldn't spark. It seemed to have gotten too wet in the storm to be useable,
which frustrated Akabane. At this point, he really needed that cigarette.

A small something glinted in front of his face, causing
the end of his cigarette to light. Akabane jumped, dodging the attack that
immediately followed. He followed up his dodge with a scalpel counter attack,
piercing through an array of small mirrors. "Kagami Kyoji-kun,"
Akabane smiled. "To what do I owe the pleasure of fighting you
today?"

"I came down here because I had to test you. I was
afraid that you might have gotten soft, what with the sex change and all,"
Kagami answered, pulling a scalpel out of the mirror piece right next to his
head.

Kagami seemed relatively casual about seeing his enemy
switch genders for no apparent reason. Akabane didn't know if he should ponder
that, or if it was just part of the way Kagami was. "Tsk. If Lady Poison
could hear you now, she would damage some of your internal organs swiftly."

"She would, wouldn't she?" Kagami sighed
romantically. Then, returning back to his normal expressionless face, he turned
his attentions back to Akabane. "I'm glad to say you're just as fast and
lethal as you ever were, perhaps even slightly faster. The smaller body frame
is probably responsible for that," he smirked. "You've adjusted very
quickly to that female body, faster than I would have expected. Then again, you
are the infamous Doctor Jackal�"

Akabane returned Kagami's smirk. "Such glowing praise,
Kyoji-kun. I will treasure them long after you are gone." With those words
he ejected scalpels out of both hands, lunging forward at Kagami.

Before he could take more than a single step, however,
Ginji swung the pharmacy door open directly in his path, blocking Akabane's
view of Kagami. "Ano� Akabane-san, can I bother you to- gerk!" he
cried as Akabane pushed him out of the way, leaping around the side of the
door. By the time he got there, however, Kagami was long gone. He made a
disgruntled noise deep in his throat. "I would like to fight him just once
without him running away."

"Huh?" the injured Ginji asked, looking all
around.

"Never mind," Akabane shrugged. "You were
going to ask me something?"

"Yes!" Ginji said, snapping to attention.
"Would you drive us home?"

Akabane looked at the singing Ban, still draped over
Ginji's shoulders. "He's still out of it?" Akabane asked.

"Still out of it," Ginji replied, a sweat drop
gracing his head.

"But still conscious enough to want to know who has
his car keys," Akabane noted, referencing the fact that the song Ban had
just made up seemed to focus on singing about said car keys.

The rain had thankfully reduced itself to a drizzle by
the time they departed, Akabane walking slightly ahead of Ginji. It was not his
usual habit, but he was enjoying glancing over his shoulder to see Ginji trying
not to look at his butt or swaying hips.

They settled Ban into the back seat, where Ban finally
gave up and collapsed into a deep sleep. It was too bad, really. Without the
sound of the rain or Ban's drug-induced songs, the car was as quiet as a
coffin. Although, Ginji would have considered that a very bad analogy.

It was too quiet for Ginji. He had been uncomfortable
being alone with Akabane in the space of a hallway, or the width of a boat. To
be practically alone with him in the confines of Ban's little car was far
worse. Ginji could only pray that Akabane hadn't noticed his cold sweat yet.
"Park here, Akabane-san," Ginji said finally, breaking the silence.

"Here?" Akabane asked, confused. It seemed to
be a grocery store parking lot.

"This store doesn't mind if we park the car here for
long times," Ginji explained nervously.

Akabane did as instructed. He turned off the engine and
tossed Ginji the keys, stepping lightly out of the vehicle. "I suppose I
will see you next for an update on my retrieval project, then?" he asked.

"You're going to walk home, Akabane-san? But it's
dark and late and-"

"You were never concerned with my safety
before."

"Well, it's just that�" Ginji let his voice
trail off, nervously rubbing his spiked blonde hair.

"I am a girl?" Akabane asked, raising an
eyebrow. "How quaintly chauvinistic of you, Ginji-kun. Are you
volunteering to see my safely on my way?"

That wasn't what Ginji had meant to imply. "I just
meant that it might be safer to take a taxi!" Ginji stammered, throwing up
his arms.

"It is not far, and I prefer the exercise.
Goodnight, Ginji-kun."

Ginji paused. Even if it was Akabane, his sense of chivalry wouldn't let him let a woman
walk alone through Shinjuku at that time of night-becoming-morning. He took a
deep breath. This is what it means to be a self-sacrificing hero, he guessed.
"Wait, Akabane-san! I can walk home with you!"

Akabane shrugged. "Do as you will."

Ginji took a deep breath, swallowed his fear, and fell
into step behind Akabane.

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