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Title: Of Twins, Fish Poo, And The Top God Only Knows How Many Reasons Why I’d Rather Be A Girl: Chapter Four: Trinity’s Kiri-Kitty
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kiri thinks his best friend Trinity could never love him because he is not a girl like his twin sister Kari but during an accidental sleepover he finds out differently. One shot.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality, sex with a minor.
Disclaimer: Mine. Slimy paws are to be kept off unless I have given my permission otherwise.
Note(s): Inspired by the manga Because I’m A Boy by Asia Watanabe
I don’t know how long I cry but I know it’s a long time. I haven’t cried like this in a very long time and it almost feels good.
“Kiri!”
By the time I hear Trinity call my name I have stopped sobbing and only the occasional whimper is coming out. But there are still tears streaking down my face and I hate it when Trinity – or anyone really – sees me cry. My face turns all red and blotchy and my head hurts. And right now I think I may have been in the sun too long because I really don’t feel well. Knowing there’s nothing I can do about my face no I settle for wiping the back of my hand across my eyes. I don’t know why. It doesn’t really do anything. I sniffle again just as Trinity reaches my rock not by climbing over the other rocks as I always do but by wading through knee deep water filled with fish poo.
Fish poo. Yeech.
“Hey,” he says, sitting down beside me. “I’ve been looking for you for like an hour. I finally found you, I guess.” He rubs Avalon’s head and she runs off to chase fish again.
I only shrug without saying anything or looking anywhere but at my knees. If I say anything I know I’m going to start crying again and I know that if I look at Trinity he’s going to know that I’ve been crying and then he’s going to ask why and I obviously can’t tell him and for lack of anything else to say I’ll start crying again.
“What’s wrong, Kiri-Kitty?” Trinity asks and I almost smile. The nickname comes from sometime during the two years when Trinity was our regular babysitter. He used to tell Kari and me that we were like two little reddish gold kittens, always pawing at him and climbing into his lap and begging for his attention. Five or six years later ‘Kiri-Kitty’ is still around even though ‘Kari-Kitty’ has somehow become obselete.
I love it.
I love him.
And I’m crying again.
“Um…Kiri?” Trinity asks.
I don’t respond. I can’t. I think there’s something wrong with me. Whey else would I spend a beautiful day at the beach alone and crying? I feel just absolutely icky.
I think Trinity knows that or at least he knows there’s something going on. “Kiri, honey,” he says and reaches out to hug me.
Before he can I push him away, lean over the side of the rock we’re sitting on, and vomit into the water. There. The icky feeling is gone. Well, mostly. But now there’s that in the water along with the fish poo and no way am I ever going in that water.
Except…
My head is spinning and I’m crying even harder now, really sobbing so hard I think I might be sick again – because being sick always scares me. I feel myself pitch forward and have time only to think it’s going to get in my hair as I see the grossly discolored water coming at me before a strong arm comes around my waist and drags me back.
Right into Trinity’s lap.
And I’m still sobbing, my hands coming up to cover my face, but he just holds me. I can’t help it. I curl up against him and just snuggle the way I’ve wanted to for so long. Trinity doesn’t seem to mind. He just rocks me and lets me cry.
“What happened, Kiri-Kitty?” he asks finally.
I’m still crying too hard to answer.
“Did someone die?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Okay. That’s good then, yeah?” Trinity keeps rocking, one of his hands rubbing my back now. “Did something bad happen?”
I nod against his shoulder. Of course something bad has happened. Didn’t he see me throw up then almost fall in the water? I consider that something bad.
“Did someone hurt you?” Trinity asks. “Because I swear if someone hurt you, Kiri-Kitty, I’ll hunt them down and-“
I shake my head rapidly against his shoulder. I don’t want Trinity hurting some imaginary person who imaginarily hurt me then getting arrested or hurt himself.
“Are you sure?” I can almost swear Trinity hugs me tighter.
I nod against his shoulder again. I’ve stopped sobbing now and only the occasional whimper comes out now but the tears are still coming. If I have to actually say something I know I’m going to start sobbing again.
“Hmm…” Trinity doesn’t seem quite as desperate to find out what is wrong now that I’m quieter but he continues to rock me anyway, his right arm around me and his left hand rubbing my back. The icky feeling in my stomach is really, really starting to come back. I think I’m going to be sick again sometime in the very near future.
“Are you sick?” Trinity asks. He sounds so concerned.
I start to shake my head but…
The icky feeling in my stomach is not just starting to come back, it’s back. I push Trinity away as hard as I can – which really isn’t all that hard, considering he’s bigger than me – and tear myself out of his arms just in time to vomit into the water again.
It’s red this time, like the popcicle I had earlier.
And that thought makes me sick again.
“Shit,” Trinity says from behind me. His arm comes around my waist again and I’m grateful for the support because I know I will fall in if Trinity lets go.
My head is spinning and my mouth tastes awful and I feel like I’m burning hot all over. I wonder why Trinity’s skin isn’t blistering just from the contact.
“You really are sick, aren’t you?” Trinity asks. His hand creeps under my shirt to rub my back. “Fuck. You’re burning up.”
I only nod. I feel horrible and I think I should be in a hospital somewhere or at least home in bed or something. But the dizziness and the icky feeling are starting to lessen a lot.
“You’ve been out in the sun too long,” Trinity tells me. “The same thing happened to me in Hawaii the first day we were there. Only it wasn’t this bad.” He rubs my back soothingly.
It makes me feel a little better.
“Do you think you’re going to be sick again now?”
I shake my head then decide to try my voice. “No,” I whisper and the single word comes out without any tears or sobbing. I wasn’t sure it would.
“Let’s get you out of the sun, then,” he says and before I can respond in any way I’m moving – not of my own accord – and I find myself in Trinity’s arms. His right arm is under my knees, his left behind my back. I feel so safe cradled against Trinity’s chest. I think I can stay this way forever.
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kiri thinks his best friend Trinity could never love him because he is not a girl like his twin sister Kari but during an accidental sleepover he finds out differently. One shot.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality, sex with a minor.
Disclaimer: Mine. Slimy paws are to be kept off unless I have given my permission otherwise.
Note(s): Inspired by the manga Because I’m A Boy by Asia Watanabe
I don’t know how long I cry but I know it’s a long time. I haven’t cried like this in a very long time and it almost feels good.
“Kiri!”
By the time I hear Trinity call my name I have stopped sobbing and only the occasional whimper is coming out. But there are still tears streaking down my face and I hate it when Trinity – or anyone really – sees me cry. My face turns all red and blotchy and my head hurts. And right now I think I may have been in the sun too long because I really don’t feel well. Knowing there’s nothing I can do about my face no I settle for wiping the back of my hand across my eyes. I don’t know why. It doesn’t really do anything. I sniffle again just as Trinity reaches my rock not by climbing over the other rocks as I always do but by wading through knee deep water filled with fish poo.
Fish poo. Yeech.
“Hey,” he says, sitting down beside me. “I’ve been looking for you for like an hour. I finally found you, I guess.” He rubs Avalon’s head and she runs off to chase fish again.
I only shrug without saying anything or looking anywhere but at my knees. If I say anything I know I’m going to start crying again and I know that if I look at Trinity he’s going to know that I’ve been crying and then he’s going to ask why and I obviously can’t tell him and for lack of anything else to say I’ll start crying again.
“What’s wrong, Kiri-Kitty?” Trinity asks and I almost smile. The nickname comes from sometime during the two years when Trinity was our regular babysitter. He used to tell Kari and me that we were like two little reddish gold kittens, always pawing at him and climbing into his lap and begging for his attention. Five or six years later ‘Kiri-Kitty’ is still around even though ‘Kari-Kitty’ has somehow become obselete.
I love it.
I love him.
And I’m crying again.
“Um…Kiri?” Trinity asks.
I don’t respond. I can’t. I think there’s something wrong with me. Whey else would I spend a beautiful day at the beach alone and crying? I feel just absolutely icky.
I think Trinity knows that or at least he knows there’s something going on. “Kiri, honey,” he says and reaches out to hug me.
Before he can I push him away, lean over the side of the rock we’re sitting on, and vomit into the water. There. The icky feeling is gone. Well, mostly. But now there’s that in the water along with the fish poo and no way am I ever going in that water.
Except…
My head is spinning and I’m crying even harder now, really sobbing so hard I think I might be sick again – because being sick always scares me. I feel myself pitch forward and have time only to think it’s going to get in my hair as I see the grossly discolored water coming at me before a strong arm comes around my waist and drags me back.
Right into Trinity’s lap.
And I’m still sobbing, my hands coming up to cover my face, but he just holds me. I can’t help it. I curl up against him and just snuggle the way I’ve wanted to for so long. Trinity doesn’t seem to mind. He just rocks me and lets me cry.
“What happened, Kiri-Kitty?” he asks finally.
I’m still crying too hard to answer.
“Did someone die?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Okay. That’s good then, yeah?” Trinity keeps rocking, one of his hands rubbing my back now. “Did something bad happen?”
I nod against his shoulder. Of course something bad has happened. Didn’t he see me throw up then almost fall in the water? I consider that something bad.
“Did someone hurt you?” Trinity asks. “Because I swear if someone hurt you, Kiri-Kitty, I’ll hunt them down and-“
I shake my head rapidly against his shoulder. I don’t want Trinity hurting some imaginary person who imaginarily hurt me then getting arrested or hurt himself.
“Are you sure?” I can almost swear Trinity hugs me tighter.
I nod against his shoulder again. I’ve stopped sobbing now and only the occasional whimper comes out now but the tears are still coming. If I have to actually say something I know I’m going to start sobbing again.
“Hmm…” Trinity doesn’t seem quite as desperate to find out what is wrong now that I’m quieter but he continues to rock me anyway, his right arm around me and his left hand rubbing my back. The icky feeling in my stomach is really, really starting to come back. I think I’m going to be sick again sometime in the very near future.
“Are you sick?” Trinity asks. He sounds so concerned.
I start to shake my head but…
The icky feeling in my stomach is not just starting to come back, it’s back. I push Trinity away as hard as I can – which really isn’t all that hard, considering he’s bigger than me – and tear myself out of his arms just in time to vomit into the water again.
It’s red this time, like the popcicle I had earlier.
And that thought makes me sick again.
“Shit,” Trinity says from behind me. His arm comes around my waist again and I’m grateful for the support because I know I will fall in if Trinity lets go.
My head is spinning and my mouth tastes awful and I feel like I’m burning hot all over. I wonder why Trinity’s skin isn’t blistering just from the contact.
“You really are sick, aren’t you?” Trinity asks. His hand creeps under my shirt to rub my back. “Fuck. You’re burning up.”
I only nod. I feel horrible and I think I should be in a hospital somewhere or at least home in bed or something. But the dizziness and the icky feeling are starting to lessen a lot.
“You’ve been out in the sun too long,” Trinity tells me. “The same thing happened to me in Hawaii the first day we were there. Only it wasn’t this bad.” He rubs my back soothingly.
It makes me feel a little better.
“Do you think you’re going to be sick again now?”
I shake my head then decide to try my voice. “No,” I whisper and the single word comes out without any tears or sobbing. I wasn’t sure it would.
“Let’s get you out of the sun, then,” he says and before I can respond in any way I’m moving – not of my own accord – and I find myself in Trinity’s arms. His right arm is under my knees, his left behind my back. I feel so safe cradled against Trinity’s chest. I think I can stay this way forever.
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