tampered | Log -- Ongoing

Log -- Ongoing

When; September 13th, afternoon
Rating; PG?
Characters; Amelia

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Summary; Shiki and Amelia had a nice outing, but they should have skipped the cake . . .
Log;

The mission had initially been simple: Secure supplies for the Opera House stockpile. Although Amelia wasn't technically a resident of said house, she'd tagged along with Shiki quite willingly, happy for the one-on-one time with him. Since the loss of Rosette's watch, the girl had spent much of her free time looking for it. Aside from the odd reply to the Network, Amelia stuck to her task with great discipline (or perhaps just great stubbornness), and hadn't spent nearly as much time badgering Shiki -- or much of anyone.

Today was the day to cut loose. And the mission involved food, so so much the better. The girl kept up a happy babble throughout the trip, relieved for the downtime and enjoying the company. The end of it seemed to come all too quickly. Set on prolonging it a few more moments, having spied a cake vendor sporting free cake, Amelia insisted on pausing and splitting one between the two of them. (She *might* have gotten the larger half, but who would be saying?)

As the two of them entered the Opera House, arms full, she tried to ignore the faint queasiness which had arisen in her stomach, the taste of the cake still lingering in her mouth. "Ne, I'll help you put these away."

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"Really?"

Shiki grabbed a few jugs of water and set them up on the counter.

"I'll go take care of putting these up. We're stocking some of this away for later, so we've got a room set aside for it. Just be careful and don't fireball anything."

Shiki took four of the jugs and headed off down the adjacent hallway. He stopped and turned back around before he left off. Shooting Amelia one of his looks, he commented to her again.

"No fireballs. Really."

Let the eyeing commence. "I'm not going to fireball anything! That was just that one time!"

Well, all right, two, technically, but even so . . . "There's nothing around here to fireball anyway, so as long as Shiki-san doesn't pop out and try to scare me, there shouldn't be any fireballs at all." Poking her tongue out at him, she nudged the bags sharply onto the counter, standing on tiptoe to peer inside to see what needed to be put away. "So there."

Shiki had to. It was obviously a blatant offer. He quietly tiptoed over while she was peering into the bags. He got as close as he could think was safe and let it out.

"BOO!"

Someday that wasn't going to work on her. Someday she would be expecting it.

This wasn't one of those times.

"WAH!" A package of bread went flying into the air.

Shiki burst out laughing. He would have tried to catch the bread but his hands were full and he was sort of clutching his stomach. She was so easy.

Still, before he could receive retaliation, he skipped out of the room, hurrying to take the water where it belonged.

"See you in a few minutes," he called out, voice trailing off.

"Shiki-san!!!" It would have been better if the bread had brained him. *That* would have been poetic Justice from Amelia's standpoint. As it was, she scooped up the bread and whirled on him -- though probably wouldn't have thrown it at him -- but he was already gone.

"The Just know where you hide, and you can't hide for long from Justice!" All right, it didn't make much sense in open air, but the intent was surely clear enough: She would be plotting revenge.

Meanwhile, she'd been squeezing that bread package a little too hard in brandishing it at him. Oops. Vainly she attempted to plump it back up, poking at it as though she could prod it back into shape like a piece of clay. No such luck. With a guilty sideways glance towards where Shiki had disappeared, she set it off to the side of the groceries in the hopes that maybe it would somehow re-inflate at least a little on its own.

She poked into the grocery bag again (after checking to make sure Shiki wasn't behind her again), her thoughts lingering on revenge. An idle subconscious thought poked at her -- why was it easier to see in the bag? She didn't seem to have to go as far on tiptoe -- but it was discarded as quickly as it came. After all, people didn't suddenly get taller.

Right?

Shiki was snickering, heading down another hallways until somehow, one foot seemed to have to fall further this step. He lost his balance, skipping a few feet on one leg. Dropping the water jugs, he feel over, glasses skittering down the hallway.

"Owowowow," he muttered under his breath. He reached out for his glasses before gasping in surprise.

Falling water jugs and teenage boy do make some significant noise. "Shiki?" Amelia's response was immediate. She might have wanted revenge, but that didn't mean she wanted him to *hurt* himself. Abandoning the rest of the food on the counter, she stepped towards the direction he'd gone, calling for him. "Are you okay??"

Her voice wasn't quite right. A little lower. Again her subconscious made note of it, but she didn't give it a second thought. Yet.

Fine? He was fine but...

...he didn't need his glasses. Picking them up, he pulled himself to his feet. Shiki was never tall to begin with but things suddenly seemed out of his reach. And his hand. It looked feminine. He called back to Amelia.

"Hey! Casting silly spells like this isn't funny!!"

"What?" Her voice sounded even lower. Even now not paying much attention, she cleared her throat to solve the problem. "I didn't cast anything!"

All right, that just sounded wrong . . . She cleared her throat again, harder. "Mou, are you okay?"

Her clothes suddenly seemed too tight as she moved in his direction . . .

He shook his head. Her voice sounded really strange. He turned to look where her voice was coming from.

"You know, you really shouldn't say 'mou' while sounding li-"

Like what? Shiki's voice didn't sound any better either. What was going on?

"I need a mirror or something, Amelia!"

A *mirror*? "What kind of request is tha--??"

The expression on her (his?) face when rounding the corner might have been all the mirror that Shiki needed.

Shiki was absolutely shocked at the...male form of Amelia. I mean, it was a guy! And the worst part was that...she was a guy!

Amelia wasn't doing much better -- particularly as the shock and the verbal explosion caused her to step back a pace. This turned out not to be the best idea as, much like he had, the change in limbs and balance caused her to tangle up, spilling backward onto her rear with a yelp. Squinting, she rubbed it, unable to take her eyes off the girl in front of her.

"E-eto . . ." This was a girl. This wasn't Shiki. But . . .

"I-I'm sorry, I must've come down the wrong hallway . . ." She did, right?

Though this girl looked so eerily like Shiki that it was causing her stomach to knot. And her voice still sounded so very wrong . . .

Shiki sort of crawled his way over to the guy Amelia.

"What's wrong, Amelia?"

Weh?? She was being . . . crawled towards. Amelia took evasive maneuvers by crawling backward, skidding backward on a mixture of both hands and rear. "I . . . what . . ."

"Shiki!!" Her voice rose, looking for him. She was confused, she wasn't sounding right, and she was more than a little freaked out by this point.

Shiki stopped. She was acting really weird but he couldn't blame her. She was a guy. Think of all the changes....

"What's wrong? Beyond looking a bit manly, you're acting like a cat has gotten your tongue."

It was like getting catapulted into Wonderland by turning a corner. And granted, they'd all been rather catapulted into a Wonderland of sorts just by entering the City, but this was another matter entirely . . .

"I-I'm sorry . . . I need to go find Shiki-san . . ." Maybe if she turned the corner again, the weirdness would stop.

Manly? that little subconscious portion of her mind echoed. What?

What? Need to find Shiki?

"Earth to Amelia. I am Shiki."

Staaaaaaaaaaare.

Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare.

This could take a couple minutes.

"....what? What's wrong?"

"But . . ."

She seemed unable to take her eyes away, unable to speak. A hand, quivering slightly as though it expected to be rebuked, crept forward slowly, tentatively, fingers touching, hovering . . . They brought forward a lock of hair for Shiki's eyes. It was silky and fine in her fingers -- and far too long.

"What? Is there something in my-"

.....

Wait a second, he could see his hair? That didn't make sense.

"Amelia....what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" The response was immediate. "I couldn--!" She cut off as her hand pulled back and she caught sight of it -- far too large, with long, slightly squared-off fingers. A man's hand. She yelped, jerking it as though it belonged to someone else, as though she could bat it away.

Edited 2008-09-14 01:55 (UTC)

"If you didn't..."

Shiki looked at the palms of his now smooth hands.

"Who the heck did?"

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