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Naoto/Kanji, bodyswap. Doesn't matter how, just give us Naoto in Kanji's body and Kanji in Naoto's. Doin' it.
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Kanji's back is to the wall; he can't catch his breath. It's his own hands roaming all over him, rough and ridiculously large, and when he lifts his head he's looking back at himself.They're in Adachi's world, all twisted reds and greens with a nightmare vision of Inaba on the horizon. It's worse than any other place they've seen; Adachi's got more issues than all of them put together.
His own lips violent against his mouth, his head tilted up to meet them, Kanji tries to put the pieces together. He was here, cornered here with Naoto. They were split up from the others. Something cold and sharp crawled over his skin. He doesn't remember the rest. And it doesn't matter. Because somehow they'd gone from Oh shit, what just happened to a pile of clothes on the floor to Naoto shoving him against a wall. Or him shoving Naoto. Whatever ( ... )
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There's a hot ache across her hips. Naoto looks down; she's hard as a rock. Looks back up, into her own face, eyes wide, soft girlish lips. Shoves a hand between her legs and spreads them. "Calm the fuck down, Naoto," her own voice tells her with a tremble that makes her stomach lurch. "Don't make it like this." It's Kanji talking, not her, but she doesn't want to hear it. Can't hear it above the insistent whisper - nononono - in the back of her skull ( ... )
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Naoto is nothing if not a master of detail. It’s the essence of what she does.
The details serve as a distraction. The precise texture of the wall scraping against her back; the taste of rusted metal on her tongue; every painful movement of her chest and stomach - hers again, soft and undeniably female - as she inhales, exhales. And distraction is crucial, because otherwise she can’t file this away; can’t scribe it mentally in a long list of things she refuses to think about. Can’t ignore the sense of loss, and it’s ludicrous really, because rationally it’s impossible to lose something you never truly had.
She’s still crying, but it’s mindless. A simple reflexive action. It means nothing at all, because she won’t allow it.
She almost convinces herself, until Kanji puts one hand on her arm and her shoulders start heaving. He finds her on the floodplain shore one evening, lying on her back with her head ( ... )
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Naoto thinks of her Shadow. Rayguns, wings, mechanical body; utterly juvenile. Are you sick of yourself too? Absolutely. Most of the time she just shoves it to the back of her mind because it isn't relevant to the case at hand. For an ace detective she's remarkably good at selling lies, if only to herself.
Kanji's skin is hot and rough against hers. Naoto simultaneously loves and hates it; same way she always feels, just magnified and distorted. But what they have is currently one of the best things in her life, because it's absurd and a mess and a reminder that not everything needs to be perfect.
She's finally stopped herself from sobbing but her body's still jerking and she isn't sure how to make it stop. "We gotta look for the others," Kanji tells her, one hand running up and down her back, the other stroking and smoothing her hair. The gesture makes her feel like a child, but it's still more comforting than she'd ever expect.
Kanji sighs. "Look, I need to know that you're gonna be OK. Sitting out here all night... ‘s ( ... )
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Thanks very much! Probably my favorite thing I wrote, so I definitely appreciate the comment :-) (and yup, it works well because it's Kanji/Naoto...the prompt does the work itself)
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