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Whoo oh yeah! (clap clap) go me and my ability to churn out low quality chapters on a regular basis! Oh yeah! For this one I was feeling quite a bit awkward because the Zero's are somewhere around Ritsuka's age (but maybe a bit older?) so they're on the cusp of becoming physicall like adults and yet they're clearly not. I didn't want to just rush ahead and skipall those formitive years. Blah blah blah Youji's in the tub blah blah several years later they get kinky.

Hitting puberty is something that I don't see alot of people really writing about so I figured seeing as how I'm taking a wild blind stab with this one, why not take another? Hope you enjoy.

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The first time Natsuo had discovered anything suspicious was when they had been playing in the park. Soubi had walked them there on his way to school in the morning and had told them to wait for him to get back so they could walk home together. Together they had nodded their heads and had promptly made a disc ion to leave without him as soon as they had finished playing.

It had been on the monkey bars the first time he saw it, Youji had been teasing him behind his back and he had turned his head to call at him which had brought his face right into his own under arm, and there, growing in sparse tufts, was a faint shadowing of red curls.

He stopped for a minute to stare at his own body hair. When had they suddenly grown so dark? Hearing Yaouji issue another taunt he quickly finished whipping his head around and took a quick inspection of his sacrifice's under arms, but the action was too quick for his position and he ended up falling into the soft crumbling sand below.

Youji's laughter echoed harsh and ungiving above him before dropping down beside him gracefully.

"What's wrong?"

Natsuo quickly grabbed his others arms and yanked them up to get a better look before he yanked them back down and away, crossing his arms over his chest protectively and jamming his hands in the creases of his arms like a catholic school boy avoiding punishment.

"What was that about?"

Natsuo quickly made his way through the bars of the bowl like cage of playground equipment and onto the street beyond. Looking left, then right he ran in the only direction he knew would bring him back to Soubi's apartment and ran as fast as he could putting Youji's cries behind him.

Not the same.

Not the same.

Not the same.

The words were as ugly as the hair poluting his under arms, but they weren't as ugly as the sight that still burned an immage in his brain as he ran; the sight of Youji's body milky smooth, without hair or blemish alike.

Slamming the apartment door behind him he looked around wildly. Youji would be right behind him, there wasn't much time. Rushing over to the sink where the three of them kept their toothbrushes (the third gone untouched) he looked around for Soubi's razor. Turning on the faucet he wetted the blade like he had seen Soubi do countless other times and without bothering to look for the shaving cream lifted up his arm and brought the razor downwards in one harsh motion just as the door slammed open.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Blood welled up from the cut like the first shy blooms of the season showing their face against his snowy white skin, slowly blooming from the cut on outwards.

"And what are you doing with Soubi's razor?"

"Nothing!" it was a bit to harsh, a bit to sharply said.

Youji was silent for a long time.

Then:

"Natsuo . . . you're bleeding."

Natsuo looked down to where the blood rolled down the side of his ribs slowly staining his white sailor shifuku.

"Let me see."

Without protest he let himself be led to the bed and seated, dropping the razor by the sink, promptly forgotten by both. Carefully unwrapping the antiseptic and bandages from the well used first aid kit Youji slowly raised his fighter's arm and peered at the cut beneath. He paused for a long second, noting how much it was still bleeding, how much he would have to clean, seeing that the incision was made nicely and neatly above the line of the dusting of dark curly red hair.

After what seemed a long time he reached over and brought his fighter's other arm above his head and held them there. Then slowly, tenderly, afraid to cause damage, he brought his thumbs along the silky hair that would soon turn slightly coarse, noting the softness of one and the stickyness of the other that was quickly turning abrasive with the blood that leaked down into it. Bringing his face close to the cut he inhaled deeply and savored the blended scent of salt, and musk and something else on the verge of happening that he couldn't quite identify but was sure would only grow stronger and more familiar over the next couple of years. Then without warning he stuck out his tongue and licked.

Natsuo yelped at the feeling of the warm, wet muscle invading his space in such an intimate way. Warmth, wetness and what he imagine must be an incredible heat if he could feel it, played in a ticklish dance against him licking up every bit of the drying blood. When it came to places where blood and hair matted together he could feel the slight tug of teeth as well and thought that he might faint right then and there.

After what seemed like an eternity Youji's face pulled away and the warmth was replaced by antiseptic and bandages.

Youji finished securing the last one in place with a butterfly snap and began to pack the supplies away before saying in a voice so casual he could have been discussing the weather : "Don't ever hide from me again."

That night before going to bed they lay in the futon that Soubi had bought for them and let their hands trace curious patterns on the others bodies, looking for, and noting changes. They discovered that the hair under Natsuo's arms was offset by the firm and quickly developing muscles on Youji's arms. Once discovered they rubbed their toes against each other in unison, showing their secret pleasure in how their bodies were balancing each other out.

They watched each other avidly from then on, as if the other were some exotic hot house plant of dubious origin guaranteed to produce some lovely bloom, but unknown as of yet what type.

When Soubi was off at school or with Ritsuka they would strip each other down to nothing and then with curious fingers would continue their restless exploration of the other's body with an intensifying curiosity that would not and could not be sated, which Soubi pretended not to notice in the occasional times he came home to find them both equally nude and transfixed on each other's bodies. They made no move to cover themselves, convinced that they had never seen anything as beautiful as in each other, that other a reflection of them.

Crawling into the bathtub became greater fun. An excuse to soap each other's bodies and feel beneath slippery fingers those ever growing changes. Something deep in their gut learched so suddenly they couldn't identify wither or not it was pleasure the first time they noticed a faint shadow climbing across the other's pubic bones in shades of pale absinthe and wine. Just as intoxicating was the feel of each other's stomach muscles jerking involuntarily as they ran their hands through this newly discovered coarse hair.

It was lovely.

In the water and bubbles the pulled each other close and then stopped. Awkward and unsure of what to do.