Gestalt
A Dual! Fanfic


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Standard disclaimer; I don't own any of the Dual! Characters. They are owned
by Masaki Kasjishima and Pioneer.

You can freely blame Donny Cheng for this. He's the one that put the seeds
of this idea in my mind. I would most likely have never come up with this if
he hadn't just kept going on and on about Dual! lemons and getting my mind
flowing in this sort of direction. It is entirely his fault.

This is post episode 14/OVA. Events taking place the next day after the last
episode.

Differences in the Mitsukis will be done from whichever character's POV is
being used. If it's Mitsuki Sanada, she thinks of Mitsuki Rara in terms of
Rara. The reverse is true for Mitsuki Rara.

And now onward:

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"Ge-stalt: a structure, configuration, or pattern of physical, biological,
or psychological phenomena so integrated as to constitute a functional unit
with properties not derivable by summation of its parts."
--Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary--

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The sun crested the horizon, signaling the start of a brand new day in a
brave new world.

Except the world did not feel particularly new to Mitsuki Sanada, even if it
really was. It looked the same as last week. It felt the same. The ground
was as hard as ever as she walked across it. The sky was the same azure hue.
The air smelled at it always had, that mix of nitrogen, oxygen, smog, and a
handful of other gases. The food tasted the same, instant ramen as bland as
ever, home cooked meals leaning towards the delicious. Clothing producing
the same sensations rayon, cotton, silk, and a host of other fabrics always
did against her skin. It was the same in all the ways that mattered,
existentialism be damned.

It was only in the little details of personal history that were really
different. That and the complete restructuring of the New Rara Order in its
vain attempt at global domination. But that was in the 'other world' anyway,
so it didn't really count as having been changed, even if Mitsuki had spent
several months there.

And it was all thanks to Kazuki Yotsuga, who, for one brief shining moment,
was given the power of the Gods and could shape reality to his personal
whim.

Gazing at the world outside, Mitsuki was thankful Kazuki lacked imagination.

With a tired yawn she forced herself out of bed and began the task of
preparing for yet another day of school. Her nightgown was discarded and a
bathrobe chosen in favor of it. There was a time when she wouldn't have
worried about such things and could have gone to the bath dressed in nothing
more than a towel, but that was before Kazuki moved himself into her house
and home. Ostensibly, it was because his parents were out of town for
several months and he needed somewhere to live, so it fell to Mitsuki's
father, who was a friend of Kazuki's parents, to look after their young
charge while they were away. The truth was the whole situation was Kazuki's
doing. With all of existence sitting in the palm of his hand, that was one
of the few things he had wished for when the opportunity presented itself,
even if he denied it openly. Mitsuki knew better, but rarely pressed the
issue unless Kazuki put her in a foul mood.

She supposed it was flattering. Undoubtedly part of the reason Kazuki had
arranged to move in was so he could spend more time with her, just like
things had been back in the parallel universe they had been unceremoniously
thrown into. Making D a part of her family, as well as Commander Yamano...
Mother, was an interesting added touch. In the case of the former, Mitsuki
was sort of pleased. D was nice enough as a sibling, especially since after
the reformation she had started behaving like a normal girl instead of a
walking alien artifact, and it was nice to do away with the loneliness being
an only child entailed. In the case of trading in one of Mitsuki's old
parents for a new one, she still had no idea what Kazuki was thinking when
he added that little touch.

Clashing memories filled Mitsuki's mind. First there were the ones of Ayuko
Sanada (now Rara) all but ignoring her only offspring the majority of the
child's life before eventually abandoning her family altogether. A second
set of thoughts, newer, yet feeling as though they had been there the entire
time, remembered a far more caring (though excessively prone to lecturing)
Akane Sanada acting as Mitsuki's mother for the entirety of her life. It was
a fabrication, at least by Mitsuki's reckoning, but one that held an odd
sort of comfort. It bothered her that she preferred the lie Kazuki had
created to the real life she had once before. But seeing her father's
beaming face --one that had departed along with Ayuko-- when he spent quiet
moments with his wife and daughters, was a consolation that Mitsuki would
never have thought possible. So she left any objections with the way her
life had been rewritten silent in the recesses of her mind.

The sight of Hartzenen outside her window turned her mind away from the new
pages her life was now written upon. Her hand came up to her head in
response to a throbbing from her temple. She had hoped, no, prayed that the
events from last night had been a nightmare. What had she been thinking when
she dressed up in one of those ridiculous Rara cheesecake outfits and
proclaimed to the world that it needed to bow down to her and the newly
formed 'Rara Army'? How completely absurd. Mitsuki just hoped the neighbors
hadn't recognized her in that collection of leather straps that was supposed
to represent an outfit. Her 'cousin', little Miss Rara, might not have had a
second thought about prancing around in tight leather and jackboots while
loudly proclaiming she was going to conquer the world, but Mitsuki Sanada
was firmly grounded in reality. She got all the attention she wanted by
walking down a street. More than she wanted, actually, with the continuous
outpouring of love letters she received from her classmates at school. She
didn't need to overcompensate for having a passive personality by doing such
outrageous things.

It was peculiar that she had engaged in such behavior in the first place.
She wasn't surprised by the other girls doing it. Rara had done it long
before Mitsuki had ever met her. D was just a child, and for some odd
reason, looked up to the 'other' Mitsuki, so following in Rara's footsteps
made a certain kind of sense. Yayoi was just plain starved for any attention
Kazuki might throw her way. But Mitsuki Sanada was made of sterner stuff.
She was her own woman, and had proved it by initially resisting the idea.
But once Yayoi crossed the barrier by offering to wear the outfit for Kazuki
(and the louse agreed she would look good in it), Mitsuki's resolve vanished
and she ended up right alongside the other three, acting like a complete
idiot, and she still hadn't figured out why. The only good thing about the
sordid affair was the way Kazuki had looked at her. It was partly
embarrassment at her behavior, but there was something else there, she had
been certain. Something more along the lines of lust, or at the very least
attraction.

A warmth spread across Mitsuki's cheeks as she remembered the way Kazuki had
stared, irritating her to no end. What was it with her lately? Whenever she
pictured Kazuki in her mind, she seemed to feel... strange. And a lot of the
strangeness depended on what he was doing at the time. Looking and paying
attention to her was good, filling her with a peace that made her know on
some instinctual level that all was right with the world. Not paying
attention to her was marginally less better. Acting like a nervous,
indecisive twit was not so good. Not knowing what she was thinking, when it
was blatantly obvious, was bad. Paying attention to Yayoi, or the ultimate
sin, that flirty little Miss Rara, was very, very bad. And when Kazuki was
bad, he was punished. Sometimes in little ways, sometimes in big ones.
Mitsuki was never lax in letting him know of her disappointment in him.

Not that Mitsuki was jealous or possessive or anything. She certainly didn't
think of Kazuki like THAT. And it was not as though she disliked Yayoi or
Rara; they were actually nice people and she got along with them fine, just
so long as Kazuki wasn't around. When he was within either of the girls'
lines of sight, that was when the problems cropped up. The two of them were
so desperate for his attention they would go after him like two starving
dogs that were tossed a side of raw meat. They didn't understand what he was
really like, not the way Mitsuki did. But the idiot kept acting tempted by
them, when he should have been tempted by...

A low growl escaped Mitsuki's throat. Again she caught her mind
involuntarily regarding Kazuki in non-platonic ways. Sometimes it seemed she
couldn't steer her mind clear of him. If her thoughts drifted off in the
slightest, the had developed a bad tendency to inevitably turn back towards
her house guest, making her feel odd in ways he shouldn't be able to. There
were other boys she knew that were more handsome, more built, more
aggressive, and more interesting than Kazuki, ones that had demonstrated in
interest in her. Yet none of the ever interested her, even before she had
met Kazuki. So what was it about someone so unassuming that set him apart
from the rest of the male species?

As Mitsuki exited her bedroom and headed towards the bath, her mind ran off
a list of the finer qualities Kazuki possessed: qualities she had learned
when they had lived under the same roof, as well as fighting in life and
death struggles aside one another. Despite a timid exterior, he was
unbelievably brave. He was almost enthusiastic when it had come to  helping
save the world. He didn't act like some lech, like most of the other guys
his age. He showed interest in her thoughts when she expressed her opinions,
at least most of the time. And he was caring. A bit too caring perhaps, in
that he would drop anything to help any of the girls in his life. But given
a choice between having him too caring and not caring enough, Mitsuki knew
she preferred him as he was every single time.

Thinking about it, Mitsuki had to admit there was something there that could
probably be worked with and that Kazuki was not a complete loss. Though it
would have helped if he was better looking, or at least a little taller. And
he was just so passive. A little aggression wouldn't hurt him. What he
needed was a few courses in assertiveness from Mitsuki Rara's other half,
Miss Ra. Sort of another version of that, like a Mr. Ra, or something.

Pausing in front of the door to the bath, a giggle slipped past Mitsuki's
lips as an image of Kazuki, dressed in one of Miss Ra's outfits, came to her
unbidden. She was still deeply amused in thought when a soft voice behind
her said, "What's so funny, Mitsuki?"

Mitsuki's reaction was to stop giggling and shoot guilty glance to the
speaker. Thinking of the Devil, and she would appear, or at least the more
timid version of her would. Mitsuki let out a nervous chuckle as she stared
into a face that was far too familiar for her liking. Before her stood
Mitsuki Rara, clad only in a towel that barely reached either the top of her
chest or the bottom of her rear end.

"Oh, it was nothing, really. Just a joke someone told me the other day,"
Mitsuki Sanada offered in weak explanation.

Lacking any hint of guile or suspicion, Mitsuki Rara said, "I'd like to hear
it. I always enjoy a good laugh."

"It, ah, wasn't that funny, actually." She cleared her throat, trying to
change the subject. "What are you doing wearing only that? I told you to you
have to wear something decent. There are men in this house, you know."

Rara looked down at her towel, as though seeing it for the first time. "I
don't think Uncle Ken would have those sorts of thoughts about me. He
doesn't seem the type, and I'm sure Auntie Akane keeps him satisfied in that
way."

"Those are my parents you're talking about!" Even if only one of them really
was, sort of. "Besides, I wasn't talking about Dad. I was talking about
Kazuki."

Now it was Rara's turn to blush. "Oh, Kazuki wouldn't have those sorts of
thoughts. He's a perfect gentleman. Just look at how he treated me when
Mother tried to set us up together." There was a slight wistfulness in her
voice. "I was completely naked and he didn't take advantage of me in the
slightest."

"Thanks for reminding me. I was just getting over that," Mitsuki grumbled.
"And dressing like that is a good way to get him over that little gentleman
act of his."

"Do you think it would?" Rara's voice was heavy with hope as her blush
deepened.

"We're not going to find out." Mitsuki grabbed her temporal counterpart by
the hand and dragged her into the bath, shutting the door behind them.

Now safely ensconced from the possibility of Kazuki finding them, Mitsuki
began running water into buckets for both herself and her cousin...
sister... doppelganger, or whatever the correct term was for their
relationship. It was bad enough when Rara had to live with them since her
parents were 'out of town' (meaning they were secretly living next door the
entire time) but with that house destroyed by Hartzenen's carelessness, Rara
was now forced to live with Mitsuki and her family for an indefinite amount
of time. At least the older Raras were staying at a hotel, rather than
making the house even more overcrowded than it already was.

Finished with filling the bucket, Mitsuki saw that Rara had already hung the
towel on a hook and was sitting naked on a stool in preparation for cleaning
herself. As Mitsuki removed her own robe, she took the opportunity to
carefully examine her counterpart's nude form. Mitsuki's lips curved
downward and eyebrows furrowed as her eyes poured over every detail of her
'cousin' who was far closer to a twin.

Double or not, there were differences in more than hair style and color
between the two girls. Rara was in great physical shape. There was fine
muscle tone throughout her body, yet she managed to not lose one bit of her
feminine curves. Her legs were long and shapely making Mitsuki wince.
Compared to Rara, she felt her own thighs were large and flabby. At least
their hips were about the same, though again Rara might have had the edge
there with hers being slightly narrower. And then there were the breasts.
Mitsuki had assumed since they shared the same bra size, they would be in
the same shape, but there was something about her counterpart's chest that
seemed more perky in comparison. Mitsuki's hands grasped the underside of
her own breasts, feeling them to see if they had become flabby on her
without realizing it.

Rara asked, "Mitsuki, would you mind washing my back?"

The question interrupted Mitsuki's examination. It was just as well, since
she was becoming tired of comparing herself to Rara and losing every time.
"What? Why?"

Rara said, "It's a bit hard for me to get back there. If you'd be kind
enough to wash it, I'll wash yours."

"Oh, okay." It was a simple request. In the past, there were times D had
helped in reaching those hard to get spots when they shared a furo before.
Mitsuki picked up a washcloth, soaked it in the soapy water from the bucket
at Rara's feet, and proceeded to wash her counterpart's back.

Being this close to her sort of rival, Mitsuki took the opportunity to
examine Rara's skin more closely. Here, she thought, she finally had the
advantage. Her cousin's skin was pale, something that was only highlighted
by her auburn locks, while Mitsuki's own was a pleasant tan, though not the
darkened hue of most 'sun-worshipper's.' Rara looked like she hardly ever
spent a day in the sun, which suited Mitsuki just fine. Perhaps she would
purchase a jar of 50 SPF sunblock for Rara's birthday to ensure she remained
that way.

Much closer than ever before, Mitsuki continued studying Rara. Despite the
pale cast to it, her skin's texture was perfect. There wasn't a single
blemish to be found. No tiny scars indicating a rough childhood, no little
nicks left by chicken pox, nothing. It was as though her skin was made out
of clay, allowing any imperfections to be smoothed out, and leaving her with
a flawless cast that would be the envy of any woman. Mitsuki couldn't say
the same for herself. She had scars earned through something of a tomboy
childhood, and a pox had left her with a handful of tiny marks that she
actively tried to hide and constantly felt self-conscious about. She would
have given anything to have skin as immaculate as the girl in front of her.
That damnable Rara had the advantage in almost every aspect.

"You're in great shape," Mitsuki commented. There was a touch of venom in
her voice as she continued scrubbing her counterpart's back, wondering if
she could 'accidentally' scratch it, just so it would have some sort of
flaw.

Rara's body seemed to turn slightly red, and not from the steady scrubbing.
"No, I'm not really."

"Yes, you are."

"Well, maybe it's because of the time I spent in the Rara army. Even though
I was the daughter of the leader, I had to go through combat training like
everyone else. And in my role as spokesperson, as well as occasional field
commander, I had to be in superior physical shape for appearance's sake. I
had to go through further advanced training for that. I still do a half hour
of exercises every morning, and three times a week I'll stay after school
and use the gym facilities for a more intensive workout. I never even think
about it anymore. I guess it's become a habit for me."

"I'm envious," Mitsuki admitted. That was certainly more exercise than she
ever did.

"Why? You're in great shape too."

"No, I'm not," Mitsuki insisted in vehement denial.

Turning her head so she could look Mitsuki in the eye, Rara said, "If you
want, you can stay after school with me and we can work out together."

The offer, given with such heartfelt sincerity, made Mitsuki feel slightly
guilty about the case of envy she had been suffering from. "Okay, I think I
will."

Rara turned back around. "That'll be nice. Working out with friends is much
more fun than doing it by myself. It's sort of boring exercising alone,
actually."

"I know what you mean. I usually don't like being alone either. I'll
definitely start working out with you."

With that decided, Mitsuki returned to the task of cleaning. Her mood
improved, the work was done more enthusiastically than before. Gently her
hands brought the washcloth to the back, caressing as much as cleaning. Now
that Mitsuki reconsidered things, it was silly to be jealous. Why shouldn't
her cousin-sister be allowed to have a sexy body? It wasn't like Mitsuki
ever considered herself the most gorgeous woman around, just in the upper
ten percent. There were plenty of other attractive girls in school, but she
certainly never felt envious of them.

The close proximity to Rara made Mitsuki aware of a fragrance emanating from
her body. It seemed to hover at the edge of her senses, tantalizing and
intoxicating at the same time. It reminded her of the scent of a forest
being reborn with the dawn of a new Spring. No longer satisfied with merely
using a cloth as a medium, Mitsuki lathered one of her hands with water and
soap and proceeded to use it to clean as well. Underneath delicate
fingertips, Mitsuki could feel skin as soft and pristine as it appeared to
the eye. Electricity seemed to dance in her fingertips wherever they made
contact with flesh. Soap and lather failed to dull the effect as Mitsuki
went from cleaning to tracing the curve of Rara's spine, stopping only when
she reached the top of the divide separating the buttocks. Even then she had
to resist the urge to continue ever downward. But the stool would prevent
her from going far, and there was the rest of the body to consider.

Deciding the back was finished, Mitsuki opted to move to another section of
her compatriot's body and began cleaning it off. Gently her hands reached
the flanks of Rara's side, one hand washing with a cloth, the other content
to rub across the flesh with a watery hand. No protest was raised as Mitsuki
stroked, then handled, the surprisingly solid muscle that lay beneath the
pale skin. This time the reaction was one of admiration, not jealousy.
Mitsuki refused to allow her fingers to cease their contact, instead basking
in every delicious curve of the young woman seated in front of her. From the
top of the hips to under her arms, Mitsuki was thorough in the task before
her, leaving no section of flesh untouched.

Despite the slow, careful manner in which she cleaned, it took little time
to finish with the sides. Mitsuki's hands moved forward, tracing a path from
the flanks to the underside of Rara's breasts. Cloth and palm cupped the
bottoms, eliciting a soft moan from the recipient of the attention. In
response, Mitsuki pressed her own breasts into the back of Rara, both for
the sensation of brushing against one another, as well as being able to get
a better hold of her front. There was an added warmth to Rara's back as
Mitsuki felt her own sensitive nipples harden from the contact. Again she
felt a surge of admiration from the firmness of those fleshy orbs that she
was handling without trepidation.

Refusing to release the hold on the front, Mitsuki leaned her head forward
and caressed the back of her cousin's neck with a soft breath. The tiny
hairs along the back of the neck moved and a shudder shook Rara's body, one
that seemed to transfer to Mitsuki's own through the front-to-back contact.
Delighted by the reaction, Mitsuki went further by maneuvering her head next
to Rara's ear and blowing softly into it, while still maintaining a hold of
her breasts. Another moan, louder than the others, filled the bath.

Mitsuki smiled at her handiwork. No wonder Kazuki would stare with his mouth
open and all but drool whenever he accidentally managed to catch sight of
Rara's body in any way. Mitsuki was finding herself incredibly aroused by
the intimate contact, and could hardly fault Kazuki from reacting exactly as
she was. If anything, she should congratulate him on his restraint in
refusing to jump Rara's bones when he had the opportunity yesterday. If
Mitsuki had been in his place, awakening next to the nude form that was
pressed close to her now, she probably would have-

"What are you guys doing?"

The question, asked with such innocence, shocked Mitsuki out of the trance
she had somehow fallen into. Her hands left their risqu� perch and her
entire body seemed to leap back two feet despite being in a sitting position
both when she started and when she finished. "Nothing! Nothing at all!" she
quickly blurted out.

"It looked to me like you were doing something," D softly intoned.

Mitsuki looked at Rara for support. The girl seemed content to merely look
down at the tiles of the bath and blush. "Well, we were, ah, helping clean
each other off."

"That's not what it looked like to me." D raised an eyebrow as her gaze
darted between the two.

Rara's response was so quick it was obvious she was saying, without actually
verbalizing, 'I'm guilty as sin'. What actually passed from her lips was,
"But we were. I asked Mitsuki to wash my back, and she was kind enough to do
so." She cast an almost shameful glance to Mitsuki before darting her eyes
back to the tile floor.

Despite the obvious guilt, the explanation seemed to ease D's suspicions.
"Oh, okay. I thought Mitsuki might have been hurting you with the way she
was grabbing your front and you were moaning."

Mitsuki made a gagging sound and began to blush as furiously as Rara. "I was
not grabbing. I was washing."

"It looked like your were feeling for something. You didn't even have a
washcloth in one of your hands.

Rara looked away from the tiles and to D. "Actually, Mitsuki was being kind
enough to examine my breasts for lumps. You see, after a girl hits puberty,
it's often a good idea to check for signs of breast cancer in the form of
tiny lumps that form under the skin. It's rare in girls our age, but not
unheard of."

Mitsuki smiled wide and mentally congratulated her cousin. "Yep. That's what
we were doing. Checking for signs of breast cancer. I wasn't feeling her up
at all."

"Okay. I understand," D said, then removed her robe. "Would you check my
breasts like that, too?"

"NO!" Both Mitsuki's shouted as one.

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It was remarkable how guilty looks could be exchanged without actually
looking one another in the eye, but both Mitsukis were accomplishing that
difficult feat at the breakfast table. Neither had dared look at the other
for fear of... well, fear of something along the lines of everyone else at
the table suddenly being able to read their minds and knowing exactly what
had transpired between them in the bathroom. It was silly, of course, but
still, through some sort of unspoken declaration, the girls refused to look
in each other's direction.

The lack of eye contact did not go unnoticed by the other four occupants of
the breakfast table.

Kazuki was the first to venture forth. "Did you and Mitsuki have a fight?"
He directed the question to the Mitsuki closest to him, Sanada, as he helped
himself to another fried eggroll.

"No," Mitsuki said authoritatively while Rara demurely shook her head.

Kazuki persisted. "Then what's wrong?"

Again Mitsuki acted as spokesperson. "Nothing's wrong. You're just being
paranoid." She took a sip of her miso soup.

"Geez, why are you being so touchy today?"

Mitsuki nearly choked on her soup. "I didn't touch anything today!"

Noticing how the veins were popping out of Mitsuki's forehead, Kazuki's
survival instincts took over. He raised his hands defensively. "I'm sorry,
I'm sorry. I'll just forget about it."

"That's better." Sensing Kazuki was properly kowtowed and would let the
matter drop, Mitsuki relaxed and took another sip of soup.

D said, "Actually Mitsuki was touching the other Mitsuki's breasts while
they were in the bathroom."

This time Mitsuki did choke on the soup. By the time she forced most of it
out of her windpipe, she saw Kazuki staring off into the space between the
two Mitsukis, his mouth slightly agape and a tiny trickle of drool fleeing
while the opportunity presented itself.

That whatever he was imagining was probably exactly what had happened did
nothing to assuage Mitsuki's anger. She lashed out with an uppercut,
shutting Kazuki's mouth and sending the drool to land on Rara's skirt.

"Mitsuki!" Akane shouted, shooting her daughter a scolding look.

Mitsuki pointed an accusatory finger at Kazuki. "But he was being totally
perverted!"

"That's no excuse. You are expressly forbidden to punch anyone at the dinner
table." Akane rolled up the morning newspaper and handed it to Mitsuki. "Use
this."

Mitsuki swatted Kazuki in the head with it.

Holding his head in pain and ducking low in a futile defense of avoiding a
second swat, Kazuki protested, "But I wasn't being perverted!"

Using his role as man of the house, Dr. Sanada chose this moment to enter
the conversation. "I'm inclined to agree with the Kazuki. I don't think he
was being perverted at all. I think it's perfectly normal for a boy that
age, after hearing the way D phrased her statement, to jump to such
conclusions. Furthermore-"

A second rolled up newspaper appeared in Akane's hand and the rest of the
explanation was cut off with a swat to the Doctor's head, reaffirming his
position as man of the house, who was second in rank to that of his wife.

"What was that for?!" Sanada protested in a tone of voice that was eerily
similar to Kazuki's.

Akane took a deep breath, causing everyone else at the dinner table,
including D, to cringe.

The matriarch of the Sanada family began. "I'll have you know that simply
because you males have this primitive urge to stick together no matter how
wrong you are is no excuse for that sort of behavior. Kazuki and both
Mitsukis are at an age where such behaviors, no matter how innocent they
might seem on the surface, or even normal, are in fact incredibly dangerous
when they are all living under the same roof. It's further complicated by
the fact that they've been through so many potentially life threatening
situations together, further strengthening both real and perceived bonds
that-"

Sensing the lecture would end somewhere around her first period of classes,
and having more than enough meal conversation to last her to the end of the
week, Mitsuki gave a quick, "I have some material I have to turn into the
teacher early, and have to leave now." Not waiting for an answer, she picked
up her school bag and headed for the door.

Kazuki, obviously eager to join in her flight, rose out of his cross-legged
sitting position and said, "Wait, and I'll go with you."

"Can't stop got to run!" Mitsuki barely took enough time to separate the
words as she ran through the entryway and out the front door of the house.

Once outside, Mitsuki stayed out of sight long enough to take the more
lengthy way to school, rather than the shorter route she and the others
usually took. She let out a sigh of relief as no sign of pursuit revealed
itself. Having either Rara or Kazuki accompany her today would have been
more than her frazzled nerves could have handled, especially with the way
breakfast had gone. Another five minutes and she would have probably blurted
out what had happened as a way of unburdening her conscience. Now that she
had a few moments to herself, she realized things weren't really that bad.
She had made it out of the house with no one else discovering the truth.
That was what had been paramount, and the only thing that really mattered.
Now with that secret secure behind her, she was in the clear, and intended
to remain that way.

The beautiful Spring day, one that was helping to usher in an early Summer
was lost on Mitsuki. Other concerns eradicated any hope she might have had
for enjoying the perfect weather. What had happened in the bathroom was
clearly a problem she had never encountered before. Just what in the hell
had happened? One moment she perfectly normal, dealing with Rara the way she
had always had, when suddenly it was like a switch had been thrown inside
her. Instead of behaving normally, she had acted just like some hormonally
crazed guy who couldn't keep his dick in his pants, though in her case it
was more like smothering Rara with her chest than with any anatomical
features between her legs. The way she had groped her cousin was downright
disgusting. She wouldn't have grabbed any guy like that and felt him up, and
that included Kazuki. Probably. Maybe. It wasn't like she had the
opportunity to find out, so the point was moot. But certainly at no time in
the past had she ever felt the urge to feel a girl up and 'test the ripeness
of her melons' as some of the more crude male members of her class tended to
refer to it. Mostly the guys that had never even engaged in the action.

However, Mitsuki certainly didn't fit into the category anymore. What had
been going through her mind? Actually, it was easy to recall, most of it
having to do with how sexy she thought Rara was. "Am I a lesbian?" she said
out loud, before realizing that it would probably be best to keep her mouth
shut on the matter, lest by the end of the day she had butch women hitting
on her and Kazuki seeking attention from Yayoi.

Besides, it was ridiculous, wasn't it? Women didn't become lesbians
overnight. One didn't suddenly wake up one day and say, "Hey, instead of
guys, I think I'd like to get it on with someone that I can share underwear
with since we have the same bra size." At least Mitsuki didn't think that
was the way it worked. It wasn't as if she knew any lesbians. At least none
that she was aware of. And she had never entertained any romantic thoughts
concerning Rara; of that she was certain. The girl had been in many
categories in Mitsuki's mind. From enemy to defector to rival (though not
for Kazuki's attentions, she assured herself. Mostly), to friend to family.
None of those roles had included 'romantic rugmunching interest.' Aside from
being the wrong gender, Rara was like a long lost twin sister, which would
make it incestuous before anything else. It was perverted.

To test herself, and reconfirm her sexual orientation, Mitsuki thought of
other women naked. Yayoi? No. There wasn't the slightest hint of attraction
there. There were occasions Mitsuki had seen Yayoi naked, both at public
baths and after changing out of their flight suits when they had been
fighting in robots during the war. Her breasts were even larger than Rara's
and she was unquestionably in better shape, but Mitsuki didn't feel the
slightest urge to feel Yayoi up or try looking at her in the buff again.
Rara's three former friends in the Rara army? No. Besides, they tended to
annoy her, especially that ditzy Alice. She didn't even consider D. Lesbian
or not, pedophilia was an even bigger no-no than the incest.

As Mitsuki continued walking, she noticed a billboard of Natsumi Ayakawa,
one of the top models in Japan, dressed in a tiny bikini and hocking some
sort of vacation to a tropical paradise. Mitsuki's first reaction was to
think the bikini's cream color was just plain awful and how she wouldn't be
caught dead in such a thing. The second was that she should pick up some
suntan lotion since she had nearly run out the last time she had gone
sunbathing. Hardly the thoughts a lesbian would have when looking at a
supermodel, at least in her book.

This experiment was proving itself something of a relief. She thought about
Rara again, just to see if the attraction had been a one time thing, like
catching a virus and then building up an immunity to it. She pictured her
counterpart naked. It would be almost like looking into a full length mirror
and admiring herself. It was easy to visualize Rara's shapely thighs leading
up to her carefully trimmed bush (No surprise there, since she had been
forced to wear that scanty Miss Ra outfit that rode high up into her
crotch). Continuing upward, they lead to narrow hips, soft curves eventually
winding their way and blending into firm breasts with dainty reddish
nipples. Above those was located a set of lips that were made all the more
desirable by the way the red contrasted with alabaster skin-

"Oh no! I am a lesbian!" Mitsuki wailed.

Whispers of "Pervert" began to circulate around her. Mitsuki tore herself
out of her fantasy and returned to awareness. She looked around only to see
that she had paused at a street corner next to a crosswalk. Surrounding her
were a gaggle of schoolchildren that appeared as though they were barely out
of kindergarten. All of them were whispering among themselves, shooting her
warded looks, as though she was a stranger about to offer them candy.

Mitsuki laughed nervously. "None of you little rascals know who I am,
right?"

Confronted with a question, the children took a poll among themselves.
Conclusions decided, a dozen tiny "No"s, rose up almost as one.

"Thank the gods." Mitsuki ran off before one of them did put a name to her
face.

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Three classes passed without incident. The way the day was going, Mitsuki
counted it a blessing. At the moment, she would have considered being sucked
into another dimension and forced into the role of a robot combat pilot
again something of a relief compared to trying to deal with her newly
discovered feelings. Every moment felt like she was on an emotional
teeter-totter with a fat kid jumping up and down on it. From minute to
minute, she would go from trying to ignore her unnatural desires to trying
to deal with them by mentally bludgeoning the annoying things to death. It
was times like this she wished she was more religious, and Catholic, so she
could consider joining a Nunnery as a form of escape.

As the history professor droned on, Mitsuki tuned him out and laid her head
on her open book. Pen in hand, she began drawing pictures in her notebook,
crude little drawings that would have been more appropriate on an ancient
cave wall instead of modern day paper. Of Mitsuki Sanada's many talents,
artistic ability was not among them. Stick figures were more along her
lines, and even then she had problems keeping the person in hangman looking
like a human instead of a demented Christmas tree as interpreted by Salvador
Dali.

"This is all that darn Mitsuki's fault," Mitsuki mumbled as she continued
her doodles.

"Why yes, Miss Sanada, it is all your fault," a voice droned from above her.

She raised her head off the paper. "I didn't mean me. I meant the other
Mits... uk... i." Mitsuki stared into the eyes of the history professor.
"I'm going to be holding water in the hallway, aren't I?"

The teacher pointed to a couple of empty wooden buckets sitting towards the
back of the room. "Enjoy."

Mitsuki found herself actually relieved to be outside of class. It gave her
time to think, though she wasn't looking forward to the lecture she'd get
from her mother about paying attention in class. It was the perfect segue to
go into some speech about how when Akane was in the military everyone had to
pay absolute attention to every little detail and how it might make the
difference between life and death. Blech! It was like reciting something by
rote. Mitsuki wondered if she took the time to write the diatribe out
beforehand and handed it to Akane it would allow her to bypass the upcoming
tongue lashing.

The sounds of a lot of people moving outside caught Mitsuki's attention.
>From her position against the wall, she could see one of the gym classes had
gone outside for some sort of exercise. Looking back through the tiny pane
of glass in the doorway of the classroom, Mitsuki could see the professor
was fully involved in teaching the class something about the Edo era.
Deciding it was worth the risk of ending up in more trouble, Mitsuki walked
over with the buckets and looked through the window leading outside.

The side of the building Mitsuki was on afforded a view of the track. One of
the gym classes was engaging in sprints from the looks of things. Affording
one last glance at the door to the classroom, Mitsuki made herself as
comfortable as possible and watched as the gym class lined up in groups of
six and then run for thirty meters. Four sets of competitors raced in quick
succession. During the last heat, one of the runners managed to outdistance
his competitors by an impressive margin. Focusing her attention upon him,
Mitsuki was surprised to see it was Kazuki who had defeated the others so
easily.

A soft smile slid across her face as she watched him head in her general
direction, walking off the excess energy from the race. "That's right. He
was able to outrun all those guys that were chasing him when they thought he
was dating me," she said to herself with a wry smile. She'd have to
congratulate him later, when they met each other during lunch.

Kazuki drifted close enough for her to make out more details. Seeing him all
red from running and sticky with sweat was curiously arousing. As much as
Kazuki could be a weenie at times, he really wasn't that bad. She recalled
him filling out his old combat uniform well enough. He was a bit short and
slender, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. And the crotch of those
uniforms had not been so heavily padded that she didn't get an impression of
his general size. Not too big, but definitely not too small. Not that she
had anything to compare it to, but that had been her assessment of him.
There were lots of guy she could do worse with, not that she was inclined to
do anything with him. And, passiveness aside, his personality was actually
kind of pleasant. Obnoxious, forward guys had always been a major turn off
for Mitsuki. It was one of the reasons she systematically rejected any love
letters. Anyone that forward was not for her. But the idea that Kazuki would
send any girl a love letter was about as likely as Ayuka reconciling with
Mitsuki's father, except that Ayuka had never been her mother, which meant
she had never abandoned her father. Instead Ayuka was her aunt, while
someone that had never been related to Mitsuki at all was her mother.

"This is all your fault, Kazuki," Mitsuki grumbled. Though now that she
thought about it, Akane was definitely a trade up in the parent department.

Mitsuki went back to admiring Kazuki when an all too familiar figure raced
up to his side and began congratulating him in a typically shy manner.
Mitsuki cringed at seeing someone so much like her, yet not her,
complimenting Kazuki before she had a chance to do it. It wasn't fair! That
damn Rara was always getting in-between her and Kazuki, complicating things
when the way should have been clear. Oh, how easy it was for Mitsuki to
loathe her cousin for interfering in matters.

What had once been only amorous thoughts concerning Rara turned to jealous
anger as Mitsuki kept her eyes riveted to the scene below. Her anger tripled
when she saw the pair laughing casually with each other. It was in far too
easygoing a manner, especially for Kazuki, who tended to be tense around
women he was interested in. And now the two were blushing! Veins began
erupting from Mitsuki's forehead, and the sound of teeth gnashing against
one another filled the hall. Once again Rara was making an annoyance of
herself, butting her nose in where it didn't belong.

"But I know how to take care of people that don't know well enough to mind
their own business," Mitsuki said slyly to herself. Yayoi had been a
nuisance as well early in the game. And although Mitsuki's plan had not
succeeded, it had come darn close, and would have been pulled off it hadn't
been for Kazuki's interference. And unlike so many others around her,
Mitsuki Sanada learned from her past mistakes. This time she would refine
the plan so that Kazuki was not a factor.

Mitsuki returned to her proper position against the wall. All she needed was
one more class, then her scheme could begin. By the end of the night,
Mitsuki Rara would not be an element in the Kazuki Sweepstakes anymore than
D was.

[End Part 1]

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Author's Notes: Yes, I know what you're saying to yourselves, 'What the hell
is this?! DB never writes anything under 50K that isn't a spamfic.
Especially when it comes to chapters of a story.' And if you didn't say
that, well, you should have. ^_^ I decided to do things a little differently
this time out, at least when it comes to posting this to the list. This baby
is going to be in two parts, though I fully believe Part 2 is going to be
considerably longer than what you just read (my first guess is twice as
long, and my guesses tend to be conservative). I probably could post the
whole thing as a one shot, and more likely than not the final version will
end up as such when all is said and done, but at the moment this feels like
a good place to stop. I'd rather end it here with Mitsuki's forming the plan
rather than having her set it up and jump immediately to the results of the
plan in the beginning of part two. I think it's going to flow better this
way, though only time will tell if I'm right. Not sure I'm completely
satisfied with this, but it's the best that's coming to me at the moment.
Tomorrow I might say to myself "Why didn't I put that in?" but for now, this
is what came to me.

I will remark it as curious that this only ended up around 40K, when I was
certain it would be closer to the 50K mark. It was only the second time
something shrunk on me from my initial estimates. Who knows, it might even
be under the 130K mark I was initially guessing the whole length of this
thing would be. In this chapter I actually padded things out a bit by adding
an entire scene which was originally just a brief mention in a paragraph.
Though I am infinitely more pleased with the addition of the scene as it
adds more to this part than I thought it would. A change for the better, at
least IMO.

Not many Dual! fics out there, but as is my wont, I tend to write at least
briefly in some of the lesser written about series. Not many, and Ranma is
still my primary source, but I do dabble in other series upon occasion. It's
fun, and a nice change of pace, though I doubt if I'll be writing anymore
Dual! Fics in the near future. Too many other ideas fermenting in this hunk
of gray matter on my head that people refer to (in my case quite loosely) as
my brain.

Now I think I've babbled on quite enough. Thanks for reading. Hopefully the
second part won't be long in coming.

D.B. Sommer









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