The Emperor's Fortune

May 15, 2012.

"Aaaaand there we go."

With the final placement set on the shelf, and an affirmed nod, Kanji Tatsumi smiled to himself as he put the last doll up. He always loved the feeling of the warm sense of satisfaction whenever he made dolls lately, then putting them up for sale under his mother's suggestion. He was so sure that whoever bought one would get a very well-made stuffed companion, whether it was for their child, or for themselves. And the extra revenue for the store didn't hurt either; he felt proud that he could help his mother like this. Amidst the stuffed animals on display, there were a few stuffed human plushies that bore semblance to some of his friends and schoolmates.

"...Is that me...?"

A calm, quiet voice would sound from behind him, catching the young tailor off guard as said person came in and inspected one of the plush dolls on display. It bore azure blue hair covered under a familar little hat, dressed in a uniform and pants. Naoto Shirogane, the Detective Prince, tried not to blush but... it was very cute, and more than a little flattering. Her hat was tugged down to cover her face a bit more and avoid Kanji noticing. "You're... very talented."

"Oh... uh..." The seamster punk chuckled lowly, a faint blush covering his own face. "Yeah. The idea just came to me one day when I was working on something else." He looked back the stuffed Investigation Crew dolls. Amongst them were a tiny Yukiko doll (with fan), and a tiny Souji doll, whose real-life counterpart had gone back to the city almost a couple of months ago. "I-I do got some more I'm working on, too..." He looked at the girl again, wondering why she was hiding her face.

"A-Ah..." She looked away a moment. She had always been a bit awkward in asking these sorts of things. "...M-May I see?" Stiffening a moment, the detective wondered privately if she was being presumptious in making such demands. "I-I mean, I apologize... you're not busy, are you?"

"Oh, uh, no, not at all, Naoto. It's a slow day right now, and Ma's out on an errand, so I'm sorta minding the store in the meanwhile. Hold on." He walked past her, putting up an 'Away for XX minutes sign' on the door before shutting it. "Here, if you wanna see 'em, I'll show ya." He walked on ahead, motioning her to follow him. His face turned a deeper shade of pink as he realized that this would be the first time he had someone in his place that wasn't just at the front of the store, or during the company of others, like last year during Christmas Eve.

A hint of childish curiosity snuck onto her face. In her meticulously maintained air of professionalism and discipline, she normally didn't allow such things to slip past her, but she supposed right now wouldn't be so bad... After all, she WAS requesting to look at plush toys. The thought made her blush a bit again. "You're...certain you don't mind?"

"Nah, of course I don't mind, Naoto." He said casually to the girl whom he had an awkward sense of affection for, especially after the days he found out she was a girl, and when she appeared in the Miss Yasogami beauty pageant. She had looked so lovely in his eyes, from the way her hair fell to the meek tone of her voice. He slid open the door to his room, which had also doubled as his workshop. "Hehehe... well, this is my workplace." Some of his dolls that were there amidst his mess of tailoring items were a tiny Chie with adorned feet, a tiny human Teddie and Nanako, a tiny Yosuke doll, and what he had still needed to put a finishing touch on, a tiny Naoto doll, adorned in the female school uniform and sock-covered legs.

"O-Oh..." Naoto's eyes widened. Somehow she felt rather honored to be allowed into such a private workspace. And the work here was nothing short of amazing. She picked up the little Naoto doll with utmost care. It was so cute, there was simply no way. "...This is... also me?" She was almost ready to believe it was someone else. And why would she get two dolls of her?

"Hm?" His head turned, seeing the girl holding the girly Naoto doll in her hands. His blushed deepened slightly, scratching the back of his head. "Y-yeah... that one's you too." He walked over, his fingers running against the back of the doll's head. "I remembered h-how you looked when you were in that beauty pageant... and you looked amazing. Then this thought came into my head about what you would've looked like if you wore the girl's uniform instead of the guy's." He stumbled a little, his fingers running the tiny flap of felt hair on the doll's head. "I... I only managed to finish it a couple of days ago; I had always made little mistakes on her before, and it didn't seem right to have finished her improperly."

Her face was flushed. Amazing? The detective turned another few shades of red and stiffened awkwardly. "I don't... know what to say when you m-make that kind of claim, K-Kanji..." A weak and shy smile would emerge. "Except that you have very poor taste..."

"Heh... maybe... maybe not." He turned a shade of red, scratching the bridge of his nose nervously. "I guess I've grown to like things when I see it, as I see it." He looked at her, astonished that her face could turn that lovely effeminate shade. "W-well, of course, I was p-planning to give both Naotos to you, but if you don't want 'em..."

"I-I'll take the other one." Naoto had said in a rush, trying to recompose herself. "I want... you to keep this one..." Naoto said looking away quietly. "I want it to stay with you... so you can keep thinking of me like that sometimes." Her mouth was a stern line even if the rest of her face seemed to have gone up in flames. "I-I don't want you to forget thinking I looked...wh-what's the word? 'Amazing'... yes?"

"Heh... yeah... I like that." Kanji started to feel really warm now. "A-and... well... you ARE amazing, Naoto." He breathed deeply, as his arms decidedly wrapped themselves around her lithe frame, pulling her a little closer. "Don't ever forget that. Okay?"

She looked up at him and nodded mutely, looking shy and wide eyed. Just now she looked like nothing more than a timid girl looking up in relative awe; her stoic detective persona was gone. "...A-alright." Her hands closed around his shirt belatedly, as she finally gathered the nerve to hold him to her as well.

The tall student had felt her hands go around him as well. Holding each other as such felt really good to him, felt almost right in his mind. "H-Hey, Naoto..." Kanji started, his eyes closing to get a better understanding of the sensation he's experiencing, and to gather what courage he could to muster what was finally on his mind all those times he'd been around her. "I... I really like you."

"I-I...I also..." Naoto looked up at him entreatingly before shyly burying her nose in his shirt and clinging to him a bit harder. "...I like you too, Kanji..." Her feelings were muffled into his fabric-covered chest. In her mind, this was so difficult. Everything in her was screaming that this was totally inappropriate conduct, but the rest of her just wanted to stay here...close to Kanji.

It all felt so new to them, the whole method for two individuals who have confessed their feelings for one another. One of Kanji's hands moved from her back and climbed up to the top of her head, carefully removing her hat. Her alluring short azure hair, no longer hidden under an article of clothing, looked so appealing to her. And while she wouldn't have allowed such a removal from anyone else, looking a little nervous at first when her hat was taken, the instant his strong hand gently ran his fingers through some of her hair, she was overcome with a pleasant feeling. She couldn't even think of complaining now, his familiarity letting her stay comfortable where she was. She shivered a bit.

"Kanji..."

"Heh... y-ya know... you're really cute when you wanna be, Naoto." Kanji had stated simply, smiling faintly, hiding the fact his heart was beating faster while she murmured in his chest. His hand moved down to her shoulder, pulling her so their eyes met. Her big, beautiful eyes that seemed to charm him every time he saw them; he wondered if this felt right to her, as he made a bold move to kiss her.

She inhaled sharply in surprise at the sudden movement, but didn't pull away. Her hand would slowly move to his cheek as though to hold him there a moment as she kissed back gently. It was...warm. Much nicer than she had originally imagined it would be. It didn't feel as undignified and embarrassing as she thought initially. Quite the contrary; the idea that Kanji actually had any interest in lavishing her with such warm praise and affection was startlingly nice.

Naoto had always thought of him as a loyal and reliable comrade in arms during the investigation, but she had been intently focused on solving the mystery then. Since Souji had left, those that remained in Inaba continued to drag her into their crazy schemes and antics, often finding amusement in pairing her and Kanji together in all manner of absurd contexts. Not that she really minded deep down. She had been surprised to learn that they had so much in common, both rather pressured by societal gender roles and their own ideas of who they ought to be.

Kanji felt his heart go a-flutter as their lips remained in place as if locked in time. His hands pulled the shorter girl closer into his hold. His mind had raced with thoughts about how this felt right, how the situations that came from his life about approaching his sexuality and his uneasiness about being shunned from society made him desire companionship. Holding one of his closest friends and comrades like this made him feel very confident, another prominent aspect of a real man. The fact that she returned his affection made him feel very appreciated, more than the fulfillment of expressing his creativity through his sewing.

His hands remained at their positions, pulling Naoto with him as he sat on his bed, feeling her on top of his lap. His lips left hers slowly for a quick breath before re-acquainting them to her soft, feminine lips. As she was pulled onto his lap, it made her half lidded grey eyes widen a bit, making her blush a bit more. She liked this new position very much and allowed herself to lean into him with a sigh as lips melded and she melted against him again, her hands moving to gently rub the back of his head, exploring his hair a bit, in a curious fashion.

But she wanted to do this properly. Like everything else she did, she wouldn't allow for misunderstandings. Her lips pulled away for a moment, her head slipping past his so that she could whisper in his ear. "I like you... K-Kanji... that is... to say... I don't want anyone else..." All this was only for him to hear and no one else, and she was so nervous to say it that she couldn't raise her voice above a quiet whisper.

"Naoto..." The soft hands against his short bleached hair, the way her hips meshed against his, and her gently-worded admission to him; it all felt too good to him, it all sounded so right. "I wouldn't want anyone else either..." She was an amazing woman to him, and he wouldn't want to trade her up for anyone else. Perhaps if Naoto never existed or never lived in Inaba, maybe he would've gravitated towards Yukiko (who he knew from childhood) or Rise (having gotten used to her quirky attitude). But this was this timeline, and he was sure glad that Naoto was in it.

His hands wrapped themselves around her lower back, lips taking to her jawline and cheek, being rewarded with a tiny gasp escaping her mouth as he moved down to her neck, eyes taking note of the cute length of her short hair. His hands shifted a little, fingers slipping down to her rear, as her grip on his body tightened unconsciously, loosing a quiet, sweet groan. This opening of her feminine side was bringing out the man in Kanji, and he wanted her to see that he could be one around her.

She was melting and helpless under his ministrations... The shy Kanji she knew couldn't really be like this; nonetheless, it was making her heart race and tying her stomach up in knots. Normally, she wouldn't break like this in front of another person, ever since she was a child, but it felt so right. "K-Kanji... h-have you... d-done this... s-sort of thing before...?" It was clear she was breathing a little more heavily, and she flushed shyly with embarrassment. "...Y-you seem to... b-be very good at it."

"...N-not really, no... It's just..." His forehead rested on her shoulder, his face a little pink as well. "Well... it just feels like one of those things that feels... right to do, ya know?" His head then lifted up to meet her eyes. "I-It's also because it's you... I don't think I could be this way... with anyone else."

"I-I understand... I-I feel the same way--" Naoto gasped again as his lips returned to her neck. She tilted her head a bit to allow him easy access to her soft pale flesh. No matter what the reason for him being so good at this: "...Please d-don't stop... Kanji..."

Her small deft hands were soon occupied with tugging off the jacket he preferred to keep on his shoulders. He felt himself shudder from the sudden touch of air hitting his bare shoulders, hands moving down and beginning to grip her bottom. Her little hips moved against him a little as she felt his hands on her rear, feeling him kneading her through the material of her pants, while his lips moved to the base of her neck, letting go of the skin to reclaim her lips. His tongue slipped out and was caught between the closed gap of her mouth, as if he was asking her to open up for him. It only took her a moment to give into his heated request, opening herself to his probing tongue, tasting the depths hidden behind the two comrades.

He felt her meld against his lap, his arousal starting to bulge through his pants, pressing against her as his hands left her rear and thoughtlessly took to the top of her boy uniform, fingers gingerly undoing the buttons. A soft whimper came from her throat at the combination of feelings; his tongue, his hands pawing at her uniform top, with the growing bulge in his pants pressing against her in a very sensitive place. But the underlying meaning of that firm pressure currently driving her rather mad was even more arousing than it itself was. Kanji WANTED her. Not just in words but...with his body too.

Soon she was hastily aiding him in unbuttoning her uniform jacket and shirt, their lips pulling apart just as Naoto continued until only her bra remained on top. With her shirt and jacket were cast aside, his face turned a bright shade of pink at the beautiful sight before him. A skinny stomach, lithe arms and shoulders, her beautiful face, and to boot, a pair of bra-clad breasts that rivaled Rise's and even Yukiko's. How she was easily able to hide this whilst in her boy uniform had always mystified him, even now.

"Whoa..." He let slip out of his mouth without a thought, just in pure awe at her.

"...I-is something wrong...?"

His strong hands took to the sides of her breasts, feeling their heat through her bra, Naoto's face a bright red from having her delicate breasts explored with care. He returned his hands back to throw his own shirt off of his body and cast it to the side, his bare muscled chest and stomach exposed to the girl straddling his lap. The detective saw the act and was immediately hypnotized. Her small hands moved forward shyly, taking their turn in tracing the lines of his chest with timid lust. The motions of her digits had sent a warm shock through the young tailor's being, hands resuming cupping her bra-clad breasts more intimately.

His fingers slid to the bottom of her cups, and with the desire to see more of her feminine side, popped her breasts out of the cups, rather than following the more orthodox method of unhooking her bra. Her pure, exposed globes of flesh and fat bounced eagerly from this notion, her little pink nubs poking forward rather conspicuously from the sudden affectionate treatment Naoto was receiving, his hands cupping and fondling the girl's warm chest. She squirmed with pleasure under his fingers, her legs unconsciously squeezing together from the tickling wet ache growing between them.

"...They're so warm... and they're big, too..." He couldn't keep his observations to himself anymore, truly admiring the body she hid from the world, as if it were a valuable work of art. "I'm surprised you hid these really well, Naoto." His ministrations continued more firmly; hands that have grasped the hardest of blunt objects and shields, taking more care on his comrade, her warm orbs feeling like a kind of springy foam. The way her nipples perked against his palms piqued his interest as he ran his thumbs over the nubs, his arousal straining hard inside his pants.

"K-Kanji..." She gasped airily as the sensitivity from her chest caught up to her. Whimpering a little, she clutched his shoulders. "Y-you like them... th-they're... a-acceptable?"

His eyebrow perked at her question, wondering why it sounded like she was doubting herself. Whether she acted confident and proud or reserved and shy, Naoto was still Naoto to Kanji. "O-Of course. They're more than acceptable, Naoto!" He let go of one of her breasts, drooping said arm down to her waist and to the waist of her pants. Getting a thought in his head, and not wanting this part of her to go unattended, he leaned in and cupped his lips to her teat, face lit up with crimson from his bold motion.

Naoto cried out with another whimper in surprise and pleasure at his sudden action. Her hands were hastily scrambling to clutch at his head and hair, rubbing and clinging with clumsy encouragement. "Oh... K-Kanji... that feels so good...!" Her voice was higher and breathless, as she had completely forgotten about her normal efforts to make her voice sound deeper.

His ears relished in delight of her true feminine squeal, while his tongue pressed against her nipple, the taste of her un-hindered flesh registering in his tastebuds. The straining bulge from his pants was starting to take its toll on his focus, as Kanji's other hand moved to the waist of his pants and between both their hips, unbuttoning it and undoing the fly, unveiling his boxer-clad bulge. He groaned in relief on her, lips leaving her chest to return to servicing her own.

Naoto's face was completely flushed, her body writhing with squirms and breathless gasps. She was a picture of pale cream, pink, and red, along of course with her pure azure hair tousled messily as she whimpered his name between lip-lock breaks. One of her hands reached between them to seek his clothed erection, soon moving to squeeze it tightly in her little hand, Kanji's turn now to groan and whimper warmly the instant her hand homed in. He let go of her breast to illicit another groan, eyes seeing how her fingers looked small compared to his clothed manhood, yet thinking that she was gripping him like she would her firearm.

"Th-that feels nice, Naoto... k-keep it up..."

Breathing a little harder now, his hands moved down to her pants, taking a quick breather before undoing the button on the rest of Naoto's uniform. When he reached for her fly and pulled it down, he felt that the material felt very slightly damp to his fingers. She flushed with embarrassment as he felt the damp spot on her panties. She hoped it wasn't bad to get that wet so quickly, but she put that thought aside in favor of experimentally moving her tight grip on Kanji's cloth-covered member up and down, looking fascinated and more than a little aroused. Kanji started breathing a little faster as she started stroking him off through his boxers, his hands pulling the waist of her pants down slightly to expose her panties; simple white cotton. His hand moved down, feeling something that his eyes weren't able to see exactly, as her upper-half and ample bosoms obscured his view of seeing her from below her waist. Regardless, his hand felt around and felt her through the outside of her panties. It was a new sensation to his fingers, and he was very sure about why this was, but he wanted to make sure.

"Ngh... Naoto... does this... f-feel good?" He asked as he rubbed her through the crotch of her panties, his eyes lost on hers.

"Y-Yeah... it feels good..." She admitted, squeezing him in her little fingers again before placing her other hand over his. "...Y-you can feel it can't you... K-Kanji?" Her quietly adoring eyes didn't leave his, even as she guided his hand over her.

"Y-yeah... it feels all warm and wet..." The thought of Naoto's hand guiding his own over her most secret of places filled him once more with a sense of awe towards his friend, his cock straining in the detective's grasp, while his fingers were led to her entrance.

She nodded, unable to keep from the occasional warm coo and whimper. "...I-it is... i-it's all wet..." The damp spot on her panties was clearly visible now, and slowly growing, especially in the presence of the tailor's fingers against her. "...a-all for y-you, Kanji..." Her other hand would speed up a bit in its pleasuring motion, squeezing up and down.

His fingers picked up on the feel of the moistened fabric, Kanji's facial features turning more crimson as Naoto's gesture sent more electric shivers down his spine, a damp spot forming on the tip of his bulge. Under the guidance of her hand, his fingers started rubbing against her bare sex, awarded with an immediate moan and a helpless squeak, her legs spreading instinctively, allowing him free range of her. Meanwhile her tenderly grasping hand would curiously rub at the damp spot on the tip of his cloth covered bulge before fumbling eagerly to plunge her small hand under his boxers to hold him with nothing in the way.

Kanji loosed a sharp gasp as Naoto gripped his bare sex now, his thickness throbbed in her lithe fingers. Not wanting to be left behind, he in turn started to rub his fingers harder against her sex, fingers touching up and tracing the detective's opening. His middle finger slipped inside her, feeling her wet warmth surround his digit. She cried out, leaning forward with gasps and whimpers to feverishly apply worshipful kissing, nibbling, and nuzzling to her lovers reddened face. It felt so good, she couldn't seem to touch him enough. Meanwhile being able to feel his bare cock pulse under her fingers made her moan out loud. It was without a doubt more arousing than she ever could have imagined, and she wasted no time in beginning to squeeze and pump him up and down.

"Ohh... K-Kanji..."

"N-Naoto..." He called out her name amidst her storm of showering affection. His finger continued pumping itself inside her sex, his hand unknowingly brushing against her clit, while he felt his hips pushing out in motion with her pumping hand. His free hand wrapped around her bare backside, forcing his lips on hers, moaning lowly in their joined oral embrace. It was getting hard for her to keep from screaming. Her hand was beginning to move faster and faster on him, and she couldn't get enough of his warmth and strength under her fingers.

"K-Kanji... w-wait..." Her lips parted between lip-locking and grasps. This was addictive and intoxicating to her. "K-k... Ka... I-I..." But every pass of Kanji's fingers was making her hips jump and her strained voice to cry out higher and louder. "I-if y-you d-don't stop I-I'll... I'll cum...!!"

He had slipped a second finger inside her tight sex, pumping faster, his ears temporarily ignoring her words, the desire for pleasure clouding his judgment. His body was feeling warmth all over, from the fingers taking the heat of Naoto's sex, to the rising heat inside his cock from her expert-level handjob. "N-Naoto... aahh..." His free hand gripped her rear firmly, his cock straining against her perfect grasp.

She couldn't help but scream his name and desperately buck her hips trying to keep up. He might not have realized it but his forceful refusal aroused her even more if possible. Seeing the normally rather shy and uncertain Kanji, driven to dominate her with such blind lust was the most erotic thing she could imagine. "K-K.. Kanji... oh god...!" Her little hand was pumping him as fast and hard as it could now, having built up from her achingly slow pace from before to an absolute frenzy. Meanwhile, her sensitive little virgin sex was being pumped, stretched, and teased even further, prompting moans, mewls and screams. Kanji was unwittingly hitting her spot with every pass and rrubbing her clit with devastating results. "Oh God...! Kanji...!!" It wasn't long before her passage suddenly tightened and she sobbed his name over and over as she came hard, squirting her hot juice all over his hand, much to her surprise.

In the throes of his motions, Kanji's mind returned itself to the sounds of Naoto's cries, along with the silky warmth of her fluids coating his fingers and hand. His body at that same moment couldn't endure much more of Naoto's torturous frenzy, and he called out Naoto's name in a husky growl, shooting himself off inside his boxers, the sticky torrent pooling around and hitting her hand as well. He looked at the lovely girl caught in his lap, the heat in his body shifting to his face from the realization that the both of them got each other off so powerfully, with merely their hands. His breathing went from frantic to a calmer pace, as his lips took to hers shyly.

"Naoto... amazing...!" Kanji groaned weakly, shifting a little so that he sat her beside him, his right hand coated in her fluids.

"Kanji..." She allowed herself to fall against him with a last worshipful whimper of his name and stayed there a moment. She raised her hand to observe the splash of sticky white substance Kanji had released upon her, the smile grew wider as though with pride and endearment. She would idly lick some of it off with a loving look. Anything Kanji offered her was precious in her mind after all.

'She just licked up my...' His mind noticed as his eyes caught sight of Naoto licking off some of his cum so casually and in a way that highlighted how feminine the detective could be. He stood up, smirking to himself at the hand he had gotten Naoto off of, and took a simple lick of his fingers, tongue registering the unique taste to him--unique, new, but not offensive to his palate--with a flushed smile and nod towards her. "So... do you... do you wanna wash up?" He asked simply, smiling a little sheepishly.

She smiled contentedly at his question. "...Yeah... we can share if you'd like..."

Washing him off would be a treat for her to say the least...