Little Secrets

They sat around the campfire. The time had come. Gojyo knew that something had to be said, knew it too well, but the words were like glue in the throat. "Look . . ."

"Sumimasen," Hakkai murmured politely, "but may I say something first?"

"Oh. Of course." A shrug, and a certain degree of relief for the deferment.

Hakkai lowered his head. "There's something which I've been wanting to say for a while now. Surviving Kami-sama together helped give me the strength to do it. I'm sorry to have been deceiving you for so long, but . . ." He opened his shirt to reveal a pair of breasts. "I'm a woman."

Goku was choking. Gojyo sympathised with his feelings. "But . . . but . . . you and your sister . . ."

Hakkai shook his - her - head. "My brother committed suicide in the depths of Hyakugan Maoh's castle after failing to save me. I had to take his place. I . . ." Her voice broke.

Sanzou snorted. "That explains a few things."

Gojyo just blinked. It couldn't be - couldn't be -

Sanzou ground out his cigarette. "Gender is irrelevant." He let his robe slip off his shoulders to demonstrate that his smooth black leather upper garment covered a pair of elegant breasts. "When Koumyou Sanzou found me in the river, it was only after several months that he realised I was actually a girl. He'd never really been interested by anatomy, if you know what I mean. Of course, once he'd started raising me as a boy . . ."

It must be the cold air, Gojyo tried to believe. It had to be the cold air.

"I don't know why you're all making such a fuss about it," muttered Goku. He pulled off his own top to reveal a braless, bouncing pair of female breasts. "I mean, I'm supposed to be one of a kind. It's just how I am. I'm hungry, Sanzou . . . ow!"

"Well . . ." Gojyo sighed, shrugged. It looked as if the big revelation wasn't quite such a revelation after all. "See, my stepmother never wanted a daughter." She opened her vest to reveal her own bosom . . .

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Gojyo woke with a strangled shriek, sitting bolt upright in bed. Nervously he prodded at his chest. Muscles. Nice safe normal muscles, not anything else that might have somehow grown overnight.

On the other hand, the five bottles of wine still lingering in his system suggested, what if this had all been some sort of message from his subconscious? What if he'd actually noticed something weird in the behaviour of the other three, and this was the back of his mind trying to point it out to him?

It couldn't actually hurt to check . . .

He walked into the next-door bedroom. Shortly thereafter, there were howls of pain and pistol shots.

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