ladyboy

A/N

I've noticed that there is a lot of gender confusion in Angel Sanctuary so that is what my story centers on. I've always wanted to do a story based around Belial, so here it is. I actually have more then verison to this; it started off as an original (it still is), but I'm only posting one version for now to see what the reaction is. Feed back of every kind is welcomed. Believe me I'm use to the good and the bad, mainly about my grammer -_-. Tell me what you think and I'll decide rather or not to keep going from there.

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Chapter one.

Flatness.

I pressed the palms of my hands against my bare breasts like I did every morning. It could be so much easier to take some type of growth pill or to get implants but no. I live and suffer through my flatness. I removed my hands from my chest admiring the rest of my body like the therapist had suggested for me to do.

I not ugly, far from it. It was just that I didn't look like other women. Hell, I wasn't even sure at times if I could even call myself a woman. My breasts are as flat as a board, was body itself was model-like even, my voice was what westerners called an 'whiskey' or bedroom voice. Not that I minded, it worked for my job as a phone sex operator. I placed my hands on my slim hips moving towards my supple thighs delicately tracing the lines of my butterfly tattoo, my fingers creeping towards the inner part of my thighs to that triangle between my legs. I pulled my fingers away. I hated touching there.

Disgusted with myself I stormed over to my closet ripping the door open. My eyes scanned over my wardrobe. I had plenty of flattering outfits; it was just that I never knew who I was today. I decided on a pair of low-rise jeans and a formfitting tee. I looked over my appearance. I looked like a…I didn't know what sex I looked like. Not that it matters. Well, to me it didn't.

I made for the kitchen to grab something to eat before I was forced to sit there in group therapy with the rest of the 'Genderless' as we were called. As soon as I entered the kitchen I bumped into Alexiel, she had the refrigerator wide open, standing there drinking out of the orange juice carton filling out her pajama top to it's limits. Oh, how I loathed her body!

"Hey Belial." She greeted as she wipes the spilled juice from her pouty mouth. She places the carton back inside, "Going to gather with the others like you?"

Others like me.

My eyebrows narrowed at the comment.

"Yes, I have therapy today." I answered with disdain as I moved passed her towards the cabinets to get a bowl for my cereal.


Not that I was upset by what she said, I was used Alexiel and compared to what others said about me in school or on the streets she didn't mean me no insult.

I concentrated on filling my bowl to its limits oblivious to her moving behind me until I felt the firmness of her breasts against my back. Her arms slide around my waist pulling me close to her. "I don't understand why you torture yourself this way." She murmured in my ear, her breath warm against my skin making me uncomfortable. I hate when she gets close to me. Touched me with that perfect body of hers. It was too cruel to be considered a kindness. Too cruel.

"Not everyone can be borne with a body like yours." I had snapped pulling away from her.

"That's what happened to me this morning." I finished. I had shared with the rest of the group what had happened to me this morning. There was more to it but this all that I would share. They didn't need to know every intimate detail of my life did they? I leaned back in my chair awaiting the bombardment of questions that I knew were to come from Zaphikel's mouth.

"Why does Alexiel make you uncomfortable? Do you like her?" He asked.

"No." I spat a little bit too quickly.

"She's jealous of her." Shouted a new voice to our circle.

I turned to stare at the one who spoke. She or rather he sat there with his legs crossed pushing the hem line of his micro mini a little too far north for my taste revealing smooth amber colored thighs. Her face was more so female then male; if you didn't stare too hard was framed by reddish brown hair.

Arachne.

That's what I think her name is.

"Explain." Zaphikel's voice ordered.

"Well, she's always talking about her curves and her sexy body." Arachne laughs. "Sounds like Belial's jealous to me."

Travesties are so annoying.

"And you aren't?" I snapped.

"Excuse me?" Her gravelly voice was getting on my last nerve.

"What's all that." I gestured towards her appearance. The micro mini dress, the heels and the make-up.

Arachne made a face. Her perfectly arched brows knitting together in anger. "Look I don't need this place." Arachne growls as she gets to her feet. "This is a bunch of bullshit anyway."

Satisfied I watched her go.

Travesties were the worst. They didn't know what they wanted. He could throw on these clothes and call himself a woman but when he took them off he was still a man. A confused man. Mine problem was deeper then that.

"You should apologize Belial." Zaphikel suggested.

I eyed him hard. Why should I? He started it!

I slide from my chair to find Miz Man and fake a sorry. But the truth was that I am sorry…sorry that he can't make up his own dad mind about who he is!

I though of where I would go it I was pissed off.

The Ladies Room.

"Arachne," I called out as I creaked over the door, the smell of nicotine hits me hard.

"Whadda you want?" He rasped through the cloud of smoke that kept his face from view.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistline of my jeans. "I think you make an pretty woman."

"I am a woman." She spat angrily. "A sexy bitch. Hotter then any woman around." She cried out bitterly.

Aw great, she's having a break down.

I moved for her as she slides down the wall. Her make-up was running down her cheeks making her look quite a mess. The ash from her cancer stick drops into her lap but she doesn't seem to notice.

"They wanna take my daughter from me!" She wails.
"Your daughter?' I repeat.

He had a daughter.

"Biological or-"

"She's mine you asshole!" He spat venomously. "Her mother died and left her in my care. She has no one else but they said if I don't shape up they'll take her away."

"Why?"

"They feel that my life style will effect the way that she grows up." Arachne sniffles.

"How old is she?" I inquire.

"Fifteen."

"She already grown. Kids grow up so fast these days."

Arachne smiles. Good I was making progess as Zaphikel would say.

"So what do you do for a living?" I asked trying to keep it causal.

"I work at an bar." He replies removing what was left of his cigarette from his painted lips.

No surprise there.

"Student." I answer.

"You're a-"

"Hermy." His eyes widen as I said this.

"I must piss you off then don't I?" He asked.

"A little." I smile. I then offered my hand to him, he took it at the wrist for better leverage allowing me to hoist him to his feet. "Coffee?" I asked.

"Yeah."
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We are sitting in a cafe. Arachne was smoking and I was sipping my iced latte. She had gave me the run down on his look and what's it been like raising a hellion of a fifteen year old.

"Kurai's just wild. Sweet child but wild. Those twins she hangs around with-" He exhaled his cigarette. "are always getting into something." Arachne places his half finished cigarette into a syrofoam cup, ashing it. "Am I boring you?" He asked seriously.

I shook my head no. "Please, do go on."

We burst into laughter.

"She sounds adorable."

"She is. You should meet her."

I looked up from my coffee. "Are you inviting me to your house Arachne?" I asked batting my lashes.

Arachne rolls her eyes. "Maybe I am. You seem like a good person."

"I'll hold you to that." I said with mock seriousness.

"You don't have anyone do you, Belial?" He said suddenly.

"Not really. I few boyfriends here and there. Some girlfriends too."

"So you don't know what you want either do you?"

"Meaning?" He was trying my patience. I had other things I could be doing then sitting here chatting with him. I had classes in forty minutes, laundry to do and a paper to write that was due yesterday.

"Sex wise. Who do you like sleeping with?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. It does."He stressed the words. "Have you ever considered the sur-"

"Have you!" I spat getting to my feet. Conversation over. He crossed the line.

"Belial, don't be mad." He took a hold of my wrist, his grip; I didn't notice before was difantly male. "I've never met anyone like you before."

I shot him a stare. I may look fraglie but I would beat you down in a second.

His grip lessened on my wrist.

"Can I call you sometime Ms. Belial." Arachne asked.

I bit my buttom lip. Should I give this weirdo my number?

"Got a pen?"

Arachne went for her purse producing a ball point. I scribbled my cell number onto a napkin.
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