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In Your Shoes Chapter 3
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Piccolo walked downstairs, impossibly hungry, and looked into the rear bedroom, seeing
Nozomi stretched out on his back on the bed, an arm draped over his face. She huffed and
stomped into the kitchen, throwing open the refrigerator and staring around it.
x
"Did you hear something?" Nozomi asked, turning her head and raising a
brow.
Nail's hands paused on her back and he frowned slightly, "No."
"I didn't tell you to stop," she said, one corner of her lips turning up.
He smirked at her, "I apologize."
x
What the Hell?! There is nothing to eat! She opened the freezer and saw a box,
pulling it down and reading the directions. Surely I can make this, it doesn't sound
too hard.
x
Nozomi moaned, arching her back before she sighed, relaxing into what felt like a
puddle. She stiffened as she felt lips traveling up the valley of her spine, and giggled,
starting to squirm, "That tickles."
Nail chuckled and stretched out next to her, pulling her onto his chest, "Feel
better?"
She hummed, cuddling against him, "I haven't had a good massage in years. Too
bad Piccolo isn't more like you."
He raised a brow, "What do you mean?"
"I mean as forward. Then again, I guess that's an impossibility," she
sighed, feeling him run his fingers through her hair.
"It's really not," he said, "Just make the first move. I guarantee if
you do, you'd have to beat him off you. Also keep in mind that he's somewhat fearful of
the whole sex thing. When he went through his change he didn't have anyone to explain it
to him, or . . . help with the entire process. I doubt it was pleasant."
She rolled over and rested her chin on the arm she'd draped over his shoulder,
"I didn't either you know."
He chuckled, "I know. You nearly drove him crazy. Between worrying about you
and restraining himself, he was a wreck."
"Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, "I never noticed."
"From what he told me, you were too busy walking around half naked rubbing
yourself down with ice and sitting in the pond," he said, watching her blush,
"And getting yourself damn near raped by that demon."
She cleared her throat, "I wasn't entirely to blame for that."
"I suppose you weren't. If Piccolo had just thrown his ridiculous inhibitions
out the window, you wouldn't have gone back to that temple," he said, "If it
makes you feel any better, I had a little talk with him after that night."
She smirked, "Oh, well. It obviously helped, didn't it?"
"I'm telling you, he's intelligent, but he can't see what's in front of
him," he chuckled, "I suggest while he's in your body you exploit it. You know
exactly what turns you on, and you can use this to your advantage."
"Speaking of which, how does giving me full body massage tell me anything about
Piccolo's body?" she asked, knowing it didn't have anything to do with it.
He shrugged, a pleased smile on his face, "It gave me an excuse to feel you
up."
She lifted up and smacked his shoulder lightly, both of them laughing as he
reciprocated by tickling her.
x
Piccolo stared at the bookshelves, trying to find something to occupy her while she
waited for her pizza to cook. She pulled down one and looked at the cover, which didn't
help at all considering it was a plain cover, save for the title.
"The Exiled Lord," she read, "This must be a history book.
Oh well, it's better than reading those ridiculous Sophisticate magazines she
reads. All women seem to care about is men and shoes, how pointless."
She walked to the armchair and sat down, beginning to read.
x
Nozomi flipped backwards and smirked, throwing a Masenko at Nail, who batted it like
it was a fly, his eyes widening as he realized she had taken the opportunity to flank him
while he was focusing on the ki blast. She knocked him to the ground and pinned him, her
pointed hand just inches above his face.
"That- was dirty," he panted, a smile on his face, "Clever, but
dirty."
"I thought I'd try it," she said, sitting on his stomach, "Just to
see if you'd fall for it. Piccolo used to do it to me all the time."
He crossed his arms under his head and smiled up at her, "He really doesn't
give you enough credit."
She was about to respond when something caught her attention, "Do you smell
smoke?"
He raised a brow, "No. But then again, I can't sense the same things as
you."
She sniffed again, turning pale, "He wouldn't try to cook if he was hungry
would he?"
"You better check," he smiled, watching her get up and disappear, staring
up at a blue sky, "He's really an idiot."
x
He opened his eyes, somewhat disappointed that he wasn't in his own body again, and
sniffed. Jumping out of the bed, he ran to the kitchen and nearly tore the door off the
oven, beginning to cough as smoke billowed out. He turned it off and grabbed a pot holder,
taking out whatever was burning and running outside with it, grabbing Siren's water bucket
and dousing it. He heard the door open as he stared at the round, black circle on the
ground, his jaw clenching, "What were you thinking!?"
"I was hungry, and you were-"
"Why didn't you tell me? You could have burned down the house! Didn't you smell
it? What were you doing?!" he screamed.
He watched her scowl at him before she turned away, "I was reading."
"Well, I hope you enjoyed it," he growled, walking back towards the house and
shoving the bucket into her stomach, "Get Siren some more water while I clean up your
mess. Can you handle that, or do I have to do it too?"
She rubbed her stomach, feeling hurt, and snatched the handle as tears formed in her
eyes, "Why don't you do it yourself if you're going to be an asshole!"
"Now you know how I feel," he snapped, slamming the door behind him, sighing
at the blackened oven, "Idiot."
She heard him from the pump next to the door, and she sniffed, rubbing her eyes. Why
am I crying?! This is nothing to cry about! It's not my fault it burned, I followed the
directions! She replaced the filled bucket and walked in, seeing him scrubbing the
inside of the oven, "I followed the directions."
"You set the oven to broil and put it on the top rack, which is an inch from the
element Piccolo!" he snapped, "That's not what the box says."
"What do you expect?! I don't know how to cook! I've never had to until I got
stuck in this hideous body of yours!" she screamed, watching him flinch.
He got up and wiped his hands on a towel, opening a cabinet and taking down a box of
cereal and a bowl, taking the milk out of the fridge, "If it wasn't my hideous
body I was hurting, I'd just let you starve. Eat this and get over it. I'm leaving."
"Where are you going?" she asked, following him.
"Anywhere you aren't," he said in an acidic tone, "I'll be back
eventually."
She watched him leave and threw the cereal box at the door, flopping down on the floor
and crossing her arms, her lip stuck out as she tried not to cry, "I HATE YOU!"
x
He flew to the Temple, hoping Tholi would have found out what mandala was used, and he
landed at the tree line, hoping by the time he walked to her office he would cool off a
bit. Pausing at the door, he knocked, watching the older woman open the door and look at
him in shock.
"Nozomi, I wasn't expecting you. Come in," she said, "You seem
troubled."
"Please tell me you've figured out what mandala was used," he growled,
sitting in a chair and rubbing his temples.
She nodded, "I did."
He stared at her, "You- Why didn't you call?"
"Because, you're not going to be happy, and I only found it an hour ago," she
said, clearing her throat, "First tell me what's going on."
"Piccolo's being impossible."
"This is probably harder for him than it is for you," she said gently,
"Haven't you considered that?"
He sighed, "I guess I haven't."
"Though, I will say I'm shocked that it's only been two days and you two are
obviously at each other's throats," she said, "What exactly has he been
doing?"
"Other than being a bitch and trying to burn the house down making a frozen
pizza," he grumbled, crossing his arms.
"You're not being fair," Tholi frowned, "And of course you do what you
always do and reacted. I'm guessing by your mood, negatively."
He just grunted.
She sighed, "The mandala was the Crossed Lovers mandala. Are you familiar with
it?"
He shook his head, "But I'm guessing it's ironic, and oh-so-wonderfully
reversed."
"You all have to stop arguing and do something that's mutually rewarding to the
two of you. Otherwise, you'll be stuck that way," she said.
"Anything else?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You have a week to do it in," she said.
He stared at her, taken aback, "What?"
"After a week, the change will be permanent," she said, "So I suggest
you stop being reactionary and stop acting like a man, and remember that Piccolo's being
bombarded by hormones and emotions, and treat him a little nicer. Unless you enjoy having
a penis and being green."
"Great," he grunted, "Thanks Tholi."
"Remember what I said Nozomi, you have five days," she said, watching him get
up.
He walked out, cursing under his breath, thankful Nail hadn't decided to add his
thoughts on their behavior and the situation.
x
He walked into the house a few hours later, after going to the city and picking up some
things, and stared at the kitchen. The oven and stove were clean, as were the dishes that
had been in the sink, and he suddenly felt horrible for the things he'd said. He walked
into the livingroom and watched her look up at him over a book, his heart clenching when
she glared at him and turned back to the book. He walked over and pulled the book out of
her hands, and before she had time to start yelling at him, he handed her a pink and black
wrapped box.
"What-"
"I'm sorry," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "And I couldn't
think of anything else to really get you."
She opened the box and stared, pulling out a pair of panties, "So you got me
underwear?"
"Well, they aren't thongs," he shrugged, "Thank you for cleaning the
kitchen, you didn't have to."
"I got bored, and it smelled," she shrugged, closing the box and setting it
to the side, "Can I have that book back?"
He raised a brow and looked at it, a smirk creeping onto his face, "My, my.
P-chan, what are you reading?"
"One of your books," she said cooly, taking it from him, her cheeks pink.
He suddenly got an idea to reverse the spell and ease the tension, "You know, if that's
what you wanted, all you had to do was ask."
She gave him a waning look, lying, "I'm skipping over those parts, thank
you."
He walked around behind the chair and began rubbing her shoulders, teasing her neck,
"Will you just relax? You're always so tense in your body, and now you're putting
knots in mine."
She closed her eyes, feeling like she was going to melt, "You're the reason I'm so
tense."
"I know," he said softly, twisting her hair up and leaning down and kissing
the back of her neck, feeling her shiver before she tensed.
"What are you doing?" she asked, feeling her body start to heat up and
tingle, and her breath coming faster.
"Trying to get you to relax," he rumbled, gently nipping her shoulder and
hearing her gasp.
She was suddenly aware of the hand that had traveled down her back and around to her
stomach that was inching under her shirt, "I know what you're doing!"
Shit, "What's that?"
"You PERVERT!" she shrieked, making him fall to his knees and hold his
ears.
"I hope you deafened yourself," he groaned, his head throbbing painfully and
his ears ringing, "Why did you do that?!"
"Why were you trying to do- Whatever you were trying to do?!" she countered,
getting up and pointing at him.
He raised a brow, getting up, "If you don't know, I guess I was wasting my time.
I'll fix you something to eat, and make things you can heat up in the microwave."
She watched him walk out, and sat back down, rubbing the back of her neck, But, why?
x
She settled under the comforter, her eyelids beginning to droop, when she felt the bed
dip down, "What are you doing?"
"Sleeping in my bed. Let's get something straight here Piccolo," he said,
leaning over her, "We have five more days to do something mutually beneficial and
don't argue, or else we're stuck this way, and unless you like being in my body, I suggest
you stop throwing temper tantrums."
"Five- Where did you get that rubbish?!" she spat.
"From Tholi, she found the mandala that was used," he growled, leaning down,
"And the way you've been acting, I'm half tempted to let you stay that way."
"You wouldn't dare," she hissed, "You'd be stuck with Nail."
"Actually Piccolo, I've enjoyed Nail's company quite a bit," he said,
"It's been . . . interesting."
She stared at him, "You've been sleeping with him, haven't you?!"
He raised a brow, and then frowned, looking disgusted, "Nail was right, you can't
see what's in front of your face. I had the opportunity to and didn't, if you really want
to know."
She blinked, "You mean-"
He leaned down and kissed her, feeling her stiffen, and then rolled over and pulled the
comforter around him, "Think about that."
She stared at his back long after she thought he'd gone to sleep, mulling over the kiss
and what he'd said, finding herself wishing Nail were there, so she could at least have
someone to nag her into making a decision. She closed her eyes and focused on his
breathing, feeling an odd pulling sensation between her eyes.
"I'm me again?!"
"I was wondering when you'd figure out how to show up."
He turned around and saw Nail, seeing the frown on his face, "What?"
"All those years of your secret wishing that she'd desire you, and now you turn
away from her," Nail replied, shaking his head.
"It's not that simple," he growled, "I'm not in my body."
"So. You're in hers. It's not like it'd be that different," Nail replied,
then smirked, "Look at it this way, she could push all the right buttons for you, and
you'd get over that whole awkwardness about not knowing anything about her body. Unless of
course you've already been exper-"
"Shut up," he growled, feeling himself blush, "You know I haven't."
"If only you were looking me in the eye when you say that P-sama'. What
about the deal you made?"
"What kind of person do you think I am?!" he snapped, wanting to pound him
into oblivion.
"Don't get your panties in a wad," he chuckled, "You heard Nozomi, you
all have five days to do something in which you two don't scream at each other and get
along. I suggest you stop giving her such a hard time."
"Do you know what it's like in that body?! It's all top heavy but not, and I've
cried at least twice and I don't know how to stop it-"
"You. . . cried?! You?!" Nail asked, raising a brow, "When she said
you'd be moody, she didn't mention you'd cry."
He flushed darker, "She told you."
"Honestly Piccolo, I know you have emotions and feelings. And after talking at
length with Nozomi, I think you should go along with whatever she tries to do with
you."
"What do you mean?" he asked, suddenly suspicious.
Nail rolled his eyes, "You'll know when she does it."
She opened her eyes and rolled over, glancing back at Nozomi with a sigh, pulling the
comforter tighter around her, her thoughts wandering back to the kiss. She gently touched
her lips, a small smile blooming, and felt him roll over. Tensing as an arm slid around
her, she blushed when she felt him scoot against her, beginning to relax in the embrace.
She felt Nozomi bury his nose in her hair and stifled a giggle as his breath tickled her
neck, not realizing she had woken him up by squirming.
He smiled and began nuzzling behind her ear, his body reacting as she moved against
him, letting his fingers trail over her flat stomach. Whether or not she realized he was
awake, he wasn't sure, and as long as he could keep touching her, he didn't care. Why he'd
never realized how intriguing his actual body really was, he didn't know, and silently
wondered why he'd never gotten laid. Oh yeah, because I've been waiting for Piccolo to be
doing what I'm doing right now.
Piccolo felt the hand travel up to stroke the underside of a breast, feeling her face
get hot. There was also a distinct sensation starting between her legs, and she bit her
lip, holding back the groan that threatened to fly from her mouth. The hand slid up and
cupped her breast, fingertips playing over the dusky nipple, and she gasped, feeling lips
on her shoulder.
"You're AWAKE?!" she shrieked, knocking him out of the bed, "What do you
think you're trying to pull on me?!"
He scowled at her before he climbed back in the bed, and crawled back over her,
"I'm not trying to pull anything. I'm just trying to get you to admit what I've been
afraid to admit for nearly seven years."
He ran a hand up her side and leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, feeling her
lean up towards him. He moved his lips to her neck, sighing as a hand slid around his ribs
to his back, his own slipping under her tank top to tease a breast again.
She moaned softly and bit her lower lip, pressing up into him as his fingers lightly
pinched a nipple, aching for something she didn't understand, "We- we can't do
this."
"Why not?" he grunted, kissing down her neck to nip along her collarbone,
"I promise I-"
"Becuase, it's not right," she sighed, "We're not in our bodies. It
shouldn't be like this."
He frowned, "Why does it matter? Unless you don't desire me."
She blinked, "I- I- I just can't do this right now."
He sighed, his body aching as his erection pushed painfully against the confines of his
boxers, "That's fine."
"Nozomi. . ." she said, catching the hurt in his eyes, "Wait!"
"No, it's fine Piccolo," he said, beginning to push himself up, feeling her
grab him and pull him back down, "Wha-"
He was silenced by a smoldering kiss, and he groaned, cupping her face in his hands as
he pulled away, "Now I'm really confused."
"I'm just . . . scared," she said softly, looking away, "I've never . .
."
He smiled gently, kissing her forehead before whispering in her ear, "Think about
it this way. You get to enjoy it even more in my body, because you don't have to do
anything."
"Huh?" she had the classic look of confusion on her face.
He chuckled darkly, grinding his hips against her and watching her blush darken,
"Just trust me."
She nodded, her eyes sliding closed as a hand slipped down between her panties and
skin, making her arch against him and gasp. He smiled, going back to kissing her neck,
smirking at the amount of moisture he found, You are such a bad liar P-sama.
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*smirk* Sorry, but that's the end of this chapter! More to come (pun intended) soon, I
promise. I'm kind of swamped with my other projects, and with school, but I'll be out for
a week starting tomorrow, so I'll have plenty of time to update this and my other fic.
Hope you enjoyed! If you did, leave me a review, since I'm a review whore!
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