$Whee!  Lemon time!


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.

	$Did Rara really call her Sanada?

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.

	$Which really did answer some existential questions.

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.

	$Methane being one, as she had just cut one.

 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.

	$Clothing produced...   I think.  Not real sure what you're going for
with that one.

 It was the same in all the ways that mattered,
existentialism be damned.

	$Aww...

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

	$Gods plural?  Really?  You're sure?

whim.

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

	$Boo.  Hiss.  Give ME the power to remake the world, though, and I bet
I could spice things up a bit.  On the other hand, I think Kazuki did a
better job than Shinji.

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.

	$Okay, he's not a total loss.  I mean, when remaking the world, who
wouldn't see to it that they got laid a little more in the future?

 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.

	$Dunno, makes sense to me.

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.

	$I guess the last night was a party?

 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.

	$So where is Yayoi?  Was her life rewritten too?

 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.

	$You really might want to explain what had actually happened the night
before for us poor folks who are unfamiliar with Dual.  The only reason
I know what little I do know is that I looked up spoiler pages and
character bios online, and none explained the events of the night
before.

 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.

	$His staring irritated her, or the blush?  Specify.

 What was it with her lately? Whenever she
pictured Kazuki in her mind, she seemed to feel... strange.

	$Moist.  Tingly.  Like there was a party in her panties and everyone
was invited.

 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.

	$Marginally less better?  What?  That's awkward as hell.  Perhaps 'was
not so good.'

 Acting like a nervous,
indecisive twit was not so good.

	$And here 'was marginally worse.'

 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.

	$Heh.

 And it was not as though she disliked Yayoi or
Rara; they were actually nice people and she got along with them fine,

	$Provided they knew he was HER territory, and she would defend it.

 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

	$an interest

interest in her. Yet none of the ever interested her, even before she
had

	$them ever

met Kazuki. So what was it about someone so unassuming that set him
apart
from the rest of the male species?

	$Oh, I don't know.  Maybe being the only one who could pilot the big
badass robot?  Maybe being the one who had reshaped reality as he saw
fit?  Should I go on?  I mean, sheesh, she should rememeber those little
details at the very least.  It's obvious he's special.

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

	$Extra space after to.

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.

	$If MS isn't careful, he might well end up being a Mr. Ra.

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.

	$Kinda like that scene in Hackers.

 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

	$Think of the Devil and she

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

	$told you that you have to

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."

	$*sigh*  Typical anime male syndrome.

"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.

	$herself and herself?

 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.

	$So what was the deal with their different fathers?

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.

	$shapely, making

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: Not so it would lead to hot yuri action, oh no.  That thought
never crossed my mind.

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."

	$Heh.  Baths are always more fun with two.  Ah, do cold showers bring
back memories...

"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.

	$Umm, wouldn't that be her birthday, too?

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.

	$Isn't that just about impossible?  How could someone that active not
have any scars?

 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.

	$Heh.  Body blush.

"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.

	$Yeah, me too.

"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."

	$Naked, on the bench press.  Pump it!  Pump it!  Work it, baby, work
it!  No pain, no gain!

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?

	$Especially since, in many ways, that cousin-sister is actually her.

 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.

	$None of them were ever after Kazuki.

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.

	$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.

	$Heh.  She'll be using her breasts in a bit.  I've got to admit,
though, I wasn't expecting a Rara/Mitsuki pairing.  I actually expected
Mitsuki and Kazuki.

 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

	$as it appeared to be.

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.

	$Hmm.  Technically speaking...  Wouldn't this be masturbation?

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.

	$Rara: Don't mind me, I'm in my passive state.  I won't protest.

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.

	$Mitsuki: Gee, this is my first lesbian experience, but I don't feel
awkward.  I guess it was meant to be.  Banzai!

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

	$They're not wet yet?  I thought she would have gotten completely wet
by now.

 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.

	$Rara: Mitsuki, ahhh, you're pinching too hard.

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.

	$Kazuki: Heyyy, I bet Mitsuki looks like that when she's naked, too!

 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-

	$said something along the lines of, "Oooh!  How sweet, you brought me
breakfast in bed!"

"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.

	$Nah.  In situations like that, you should say, "Oh, this is so totally
what it looks like.  Right, <insert name here>?"  The other person will
of course deny it, and no one would believe you anyway.

"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.

	$Mitsuki: So, D, what DID it look like to you?

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."

	$*snort*  That's creative, I'll give you that.

Mitsuki smiled wide and mentally congratulated her cousin.

	$Mitsuki: Hey, she's almost as smart as I am!

 "Yep. That's what
we were doing. Checking for signs of breast cancer. I wasn't feeling her
up
at all."

	$Heheheh.  Just had to throw that last line in there, didn't you?

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

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

	$Okay, okay, so it's not _quite_ a typical yuri lemon.  ^_-

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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.

	$I like having those for breakfast, too.  Rara cooked that morning, eh?

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

Kazuki persisted. "Then what's wrong?"

	$"Did you two have kinky lesbian sex in the bathroom again?" he asked
jokingly.

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!"

	$Hah!  You're an evil man, DB.

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."

	$"Glarg!" D said a moment later as she tried to pry both Mitsuki's
hands from around her neck.

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.

	$Drool with a sense of self preservation.  My question is, why not a
nosebleed?

That whatever he was imagining was probably exactly what had happened
did
nothing to assuage Mitsuki's anger.

	$Cute.

 She lashed out with an uppercut,
shutting Kazuki's mouth and sending the drool to land on Rara's skirt.

	$Rara: Eww.

"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!"

	$Liar liar pants-too-tight.

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-"

	$Hey!  I agree with him!  Finally, someone that's making some sense!

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."

	$What about Rara?  Is she in a different class?

"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

	$Why do you keep capitalizing spring?

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.

	$That would come later.

 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.

	$Heh.

However, Mitsuki certainly didn't fit into the category anymore.

	$Heh, again.  She did boldly go where no woman has gone before.

 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.

	$Or Rara.

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

	$least,

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.

	$I'm not sure how you'd handle the sentances in the parentheses.  I
think Mostly should have a period after it.

None of those roles had included 'romantic rugmunching interest.'

	$Ahhh, the terms you come up with.

 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.

	$It's masturbation I tells ya!

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.

	$than 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-

	$Yep, she's gone.  On the other hand, this is quite healthy.  Show's
she has a high self esteem and thinks well of herself.  I mean, it
always speaks well for your self image when you are attracted to
yourself.

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

	$That can't be healthy, though.

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?"

	$Heh.  Quick and straight to the point.

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.

	$Why gods, plural?  Is it part of the anime, or a personal thing?

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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.

	$Let me guess, all of them involve little chibi versions of her and
Rara doing the horizontal lambada?

 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."

	$She could start her exercises early.  Curling heavy buckets of water
would be good for the biceps.

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.

	$How would her mother find out?

 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.

	$of a gathering of

>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.

	$What's to stop her from setting them down and pretending to hold them?

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

	$then ran for

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.

	$But she's nicer.

"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.

	$So how'd Rara get out there?  Shouldn't she be in class?

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.

	$As opposed to Mitsuki's crotch, where it very definitely belonged.

"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.

	$Heh.  I'm willing to bet that the plan either involves, or will lead
to, hot lesbian sex.  I'll be disappointed if it doesn't.

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]s

xxxxxxxxxx

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.'

	$Yeah, this was kinda short.  I'm surprised it took you so long to
write, assuming you started soon after you posted the prolog to that new
Ranma fic.

 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.

	$Looks pretty good, if short.  It's hard to really get into it yet,
because I'm so unfamiliar with the characters.

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.

	$Hope not.  Looks pretty fun so far.  Can't say much other than that.
Few mistakes, good dialoge.


-Ragun







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