No Wait, It's A Trap!!!

[Mako-chan]

"WAI- WAI- WHAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!" Makoto screamed, hand firmly planting on the floor in front of him. He leaned forward, eyes bulging from his skull, mouth agape in disbelief. Sitting before him, calmly sipping at some tea, was his mother, a respectable member of the Sunagakure council of elders. Even at the shock of her child, she seemed ignorant of anythign but the tea, the hot liquid falling past her lips, and down into her waiting gullet. After a few sips, she would sigh blissfully, and then gently lay her hands across her lap, steaming cup nestled neatly between them. Whatever peaceful look that had been on her face moments before left her, eyes becoming stern as they examined Makoto.

"You are a male, Makoto, and always have been," she would say matter-of-factly. She then returned to her tea, leaving Makoto to sit there, lips now quivering as he attempted to process the situation. Here he was, sitting before his mother, being told he was a BOY? A BOY, of all things?! There was just no possible way.

"Bu- bu- but..." he stammered, unable to push forth the words that would accuse his mother of lying. There couldn't possibly be any truth to her words! Boys were so.... disgusting, and rude! They were always acting so macho, and like they owned anywhere they set their eyes on! As well as anything they set their eyes on, for that matter.

"Kana, Robert," his mother would beckon with a snap of her fingers. Her two servants, Kana and Robert, would appear from a small room behind her. Without a single word exchanged, the two of them would immediately unclothe, displaying the apparent differences between their bodies. Makoto's mouth, if possible, would grow wider, face flushing completely beet red. His form would pull back, hands clutching first at his skirt... and then at his groin.

[Mako-chan]

"As you can see, Robert has an extra 'something' between his legs. Kana lacks that, but has more flesh on her chest." Another snap of her fingers, and the clothes would go back on in a flash, leaving Makoto to half disbelieve what he just saw. But the information was there now, and the sight was almost emblazoned into his skull. Fingers would slide against his crotch, mind attempting to will the mark of a male not to be there, but.... it was. Flinching at the feel, Makoto's hands fluttered away from his body, being shaken hither and thither in the air.

"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!" he cried out, bursting into tears. His body dropped, arms curling under his head as he cried against the floor. His mother had gone back to quietly sipping tea, while Kana and Robert assumed twin stances on either side of her. Neither held any sign of compassion, or much emotion at all, in fact. They just silently looked forward, paying no heed to the boy's emotional outburst.

"Because I wanted a girl," his mother responded after a while with a shrug of her shoulders. "You cannot tell a single soul of your gender. It would cause too many implications..." she trailed off, a light frown sneaking to the corner of her mouth. Makoto looked up, eyes full of tears, and found no sympathy. It was then that his face contorted with rebellious anger.

"Of course I'm gonna tell someone! I've been living a lie this whole time!!!" He straightened up, staring back at his mother. However, she didn't seem too concerned. Again, she took several moments to sip her tea. When it finally came down... her own face would contort with anger. The piercing gaze of her eyes made Makoto want to cower.

[Mako-chan]

"If you do... Robert will rape you." Her hand swung out, balling into a fist, and then pointing her thumb straight at the ground. To emphasize the point, Robert put his hands on his waist, as if ready to withdraw his manhood at any time. Makoto screamed, and began to cry again, his arms crossing up in front of his face as if to shield it. This was too brutal for his delicate self!

"I... I'll stay quiet," he would say, admitting defeat. His head hung low, hands balling around the edge of his skirt. His mother would nod once, and then sip at her tea some more. The whole scene had been played over and over in her mind, and it had gone exactly according to plan. She then looked up at Makoto, and waved her hand.

"You may go now, Makoto. I have work to do..." Makoto took a few seconds, but would eventually give his mother a small bow, and then push himself up off the floor. Rubbing his eyes with his wrist, he would exit her room and go wandering through the house. Why did he have to be a boy? Why couldn't he just have been a girl like he had been raised to be?!

"MAAAAAAAAAAAAKO-CHAAAAAAN!" Makoto's nickname was called to him just a few minutes later, after much aimless walking. His house was far larger than it needed to be, though he had never quite thought about it before. It was just something that was normal to him... Now it seemed a bit out of place. His head rose slowly, eyes becoming clearer as he did so. Running down the hall was his best friend in the whole wide world.

[Mako-chan]

"Good afternoon, Misu..........chan," he said, wincing as the girl tripped upon speaking of her name. She landed, and then skid to a halt, just in front of Makoto. A groan of pain issued from her, and then she hopped right up. Wearing a strained smile, she chuckled nervously, a single finger being brought to her cheek as she lightly scratched it.

"Mako-chan, let's play!" she said brightly, pumping a fist up into the air. Makoto grimaced as blood began to just pour out of the girl's nose. Instinctively, Makoto would reach into the pocket of her overshirt, producing a tissue which he dabbed at Misu's nose. He froze for a moment, suddenly finding touching his best friend inappropriate... but then remembering what his mother had said.

"You need to be more careful, Misu..." he said softly, a small shiver running through his form as he remembered his mother's threat. Misu would again laugh, taking the tissue from Makoto to plug her nose as the two of them walked off...

[Mako-chan]

Makoto woke with a start, beads of sweat having formed upon his brow. It felt a little hot... hotter than usual. He pushed the blanket off of himself, and pushed off of the bed. Striding over to the window, he stared out into the darkness of a Sunagakure night. He'd been recalling that day... so long ago. It had only been a year or so, but it felt like it had been a lifetime already.

"Misu-chan..." he whispered quietly, his body leaning forward as he would lay his forehead upon the glass. Eyes closing, he would recall her smiling face, and even the small collection of laughs that she had shared with him. Little had he known at the time that he wouldn't be seeing her anymore... That she was going away.

He missed her.... quite terribly. Everything had turned out to be so strange after that day. His very life seemed like it had been turned upside down. Things that were so familiar no longer were. Everything was in question... He hadn't been sure what to do, or what to think anymore. And the one possible thing that might have saved him... had gone.

Misu had been his confidant, had always been there to talk things over with him. He had trusted her with any and every detail of his life. But after that day... she'd been shipped off, basically. Sent off to live the life of a monk, or something like that. He hadn't quite been given all the proper details, and could only gain a second-hand account. He greatly regretted... not having told Misu of his secret. Now he had to live with that... live with the fact that he had been lying to his best friend for so many years... without even knowing it.

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