SUMMARY: On an… awkward undercover mission, Lucille and Kohaku are forced to trust each other more than they wanted. Lucille gets seasick, Kohaku gets annoyed with both him, and his own feelings.

Rated M for what might happen. Warning: shounen-ai, and maybe yaoi later.

The story is named after a song that has absolutely nothing to do with the story, I just like the name XD

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters.

Please R&R

Since my last Ningyuu Kyuutei Gakudan didn't really get response and I hadn't figured out any storyline yet, I've deleted it, and started this. And this one IS going to have a storyline ;)

About this chapter, the manga doesn't really tell much about Lucille's childhood, so what he says in this fanfic about going on a sea trip with his parents is entirely made up.

"But why me?" Kohaku shouted. "Why not one of you guys?"

"I'm too young, and Gwindel just doesn't fit him," Eles answered timidly. "Come on, we have to find out if the rumors are true. If they really turn newlyweds into those new kind of guignols, on that ship, we have to stop them."

"Don't you like going undercover as my husband?" Lucille asked, grinning devilishly. The singer actually seemed to find this undercover mission amusing, and it almost scared Kohaku.

"For starters, you're not even a woman!"

"But like Eles said, she's too young. And I'm the only one of us who can pose as a woman."

Okay, that was true. But still. "What if they want us too… you know… kiss. They'll be watching everyone on that ship, so we can't look suspicious." He felt he was close to blushing, and looked away.

"I promise I'll brush my teeth," Lucille said, with an excessive smile. Instead of answering, Kohaku slammed him across his face. With a soft 'ouch' Lucille fell to the ground. "You ass!" Still grinning though, and that pissed Kohaku off. Before Lucille could stand up himself, Kohaku dragged him to his feet, holding his collar.

"Listen, you idiot. I know I don't have a choice, but if you don't at least try to act like a normal person, I'll throw you off that ship and no one will ever find your corpse!"

"Understood… hubby."

- - -

A few days later, they finally reached the ship. Despite his efforts to seem cool, Kohaku felt him embarrassment rising as he had to hold hands with Lucille. The fact the singer was wearing his normal pants, and not a skirt or a dress, made it a little less awkward, but still. Any assignment would have been better than this. Anything.

"Names?" a woman dressed as a sailor asked, holding a clipboard.

"Kohaku and Luci… Lucy," he said quickly.

"Okay, you can walk on to that desk over there. There you'll be assigned a room."

Pulling Lucille with him, the singer had been a bit out of it since yesterday for some reason, Kohaku walked over to the desk. "Room 666." The woman behind the desk shove a key to him without asking any questions or giving a reason for assigning him exactly that room. Her smile was even more fake than Lucille's. With a smile just as fake, Kohaku took the keys and walked to the hallway, following the signs to their room.

"Lucille…" Someone was standing a little further across the hallway. Another sailor girl. The whole ship seemed to only have woman employed. "Lucy, you okay?"

Lucille glanced at him a bit surprised. "Oh, yeah. Just a bit of a stomachache." He smiled wryly. "And the boat is not even moving yet."

"Geez, have you even been on a ship before?"

"Once." Lucille's look became a bit dreamy and distant. "When I was a child, my parents took me and my sister on one. Maybe for a vacation or something, I don't really remember. Just that I felt terrible the whole time, except for one moment."

"What?" A bit curious, Kohaku looked at him, but Lucille didn't look back.

"There…" He closed his eyes for a moment. "At one night, I sneaked out to the deck. It was just after sunset, and it was full moon." An almost invisible smile appeared on his face, a true one this time. "The sky looked so beautiful."

Kohaku just stared at him. Why did Lucille bother to tell him that story? He never talked much about himself, none of them did. In fact, Kohaku never really gave Lucille's childhood much thought at all. "Want to see that again?"

Lucille sighed. "Nah, maybe. If there's an opportunity to. But it won't be the same anyway."

Which made Kohaku's curiosity stronger, but he decided not to push it. They'd have to spend an entire week acting like newlyweds, so they'd better keep the peace among each other. "Here it is." He opened the room, letting Lucille enter first. A little further down the hallway was another sailor.

The room was pretty small, with only a two-sized bed and no windows. There was a cabinet for clothes, but they both only had one suitcase, mainly filled with weapons and musical equipment. Lucille dropped his suitcase down in the corner of the room, and dropped himself on the bed. "Oww," he groaned. "Think I've got some kind of flu."

"Aren't you just seasick?" Kohaku asked, a bit annoyed.

Lucille shook his head. "That only makes me feel like throwing up. I've got a headache too, and my stomach hurts." He sighed and sat up. "Well, that doesn't matter right now. Did you see anything strange already?"

"Besides the fact that all employees are young woman?" Kohaku replied dryly. "No, not much yet."

"There were a lot of them watching. Like they're hiding something." Lucille looked at the door. "We'd better not talk too loud."

"Yeah." Kohaku noticed a schedule lying on a small table next to the bed. "Looks like there's a fixed schedule of events everyone is supposed to go. Including dancing… Crap."

"Can't you dance?"

"It's ballroom dancing, meaning you'll have to wear a dress. And if they're watching, we have to seem like a couple in love…"

Lucille finally got the point. "Damn. When?"

"At the end of the week. So let's try to finish this stupid assignment before that."

"And what about dinners? Any dress code?" He almost sounded scared.

"A… suit and dress. With a proper hairdo," Kohaku read out loud. Lucille looked like he was considering killing himself. "What? It's not like you haven't dressed up like a woman before."

"But… not with make-up. And I don't know any nice ways to tie up my hair. And not a whole week long!"

Kohaku sighed. "Look, I can do your hair. I had a girlfriend once who made me do that for her, so I know a few nice ways to tie it up. All I need is some elastics and hairclips. And we bought that dress for this assignment, right? So all is solved."

"Not my personal problems!"

"Your feelings don't matter to me, so fix that yourself," Kohaku snapped. "You already look feminine to begin with, and at least you don't have to act all lovey-dovey with a cross-dresser!"

"No, I have to be the cross-dresser," Lucille hissed. "And keep your voice down." Kohaku just glared at him, but Lucille didn't respond to that. "Is there anything planned for today?"

"Yeah." Kohaku read it. "Swimming in the indoor pool." Lucille's face paled. "Don't tell me…" Everyone could swim, right?"

"Well, swimming would have been bad for my hearing, so I never learned it," Lucille admitted.

"It didn't occur to your parents that drowning wouldn't do your talent for singing any good either?"

"Apparently not. But I'm pretty sure I won't drown if you keep close to me. They'll be watching us anyway, so it has to look like we want to be close to each other."

"I don't do CPR, just so you know."

Lucille grinned. "Well, if all the pool's staff are also ladies, I'd rather have them do it anyway."

They had to lend bathing suits, and luckily they were one piece suits, the woman had a skirt over them. It would have been a problem if Lucille had to wear a bikini, though Kohaku would have enjoyed the singer's embarrassment. Now, he just got to enjoy Lucille's awkward way of hanging on to the borders of the pool. His size wasn't really helping him either, Kohaku had noticed Lucille's feet didn't touch the bottom of the pool. He himself could just stand in the pool, and the water barely touched his chin. He didn't have to stand, of course, since he had learned how to swim, as a child.

"Act natural," he hissed, when a pool employee walked by and looked at them a bit puzzled.

"Why is this required?" Lucille whispered back, a bit breathlessly.

"Because we have to check everything for suspicious activities," Kohaku whispered back. "Now come here!"

Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed Lucille's arm and dragged him away from the border, towards the middle of the pool. There was a small island with some plants there, where they could talk more private. Lucille, however, couldn't even keep his head above the water. And he also managed to entangle himself in his hair, that was tied up in a long braid. Almost panicked, he clinged on to Kohaku, nearly dragging the other man down with him.

"Get on my back!" Kohaku warned. Luckily, Lucille did what he asked, and he practically carried the singer to the island. Lucille coughed breathlessly, spitting out some water. "Idiot," Kohaku hissed, dropping him down on the island. The edges of it were stairs, so they could sit down easily. Gasping for breath, Lucille slumped against him. Another pool employee walked by, and quickly, Kohaku embraced him to make it look like they were just making out. "Don't act so suspicious!"

"Yeah, I nearly… drowned on… purpose, happy now?" Lucille hissed, still panting a bit. Kohaku could feel him trembling, and realized Lucille really had been scared. "Can we please… get out of… the pool now? I don't think… they'll stop us… if we tell them I can't swim. And there doesn't… seem to be anything… strange here."

"You do realize we'll have to swim back to the border for that, right?"

Lucille looked at him angrily, but there was also fear in his eyes. "I know."

"Geez, you really never even tried to swim?" Kohaku growled.

Lucille's look turned a bit glazy. "I did, when I was a kid. I nearly drowned, and when I woke up, my parents kept yelling at me for what felt like hours." He sighed, and blinked, the look in his eyes turning back to normal. "Anyway, right now I'm not feeling too good to begin with, and that doesn't help either." He leaned back a bit, wiping the hair out of his face. Kohaku couldn't help to notice how beautiful the singer looked when he was all wet, even with his hair tied up.

"Let's go then." Forcing himself not to look at Lucille any longer, he got back on the water. "Get on my back."

"Okay." Carefully, Lucille slid on his back, holding him tight. "Swim quickly." He really sounded scared, and Kohaku felt him trembling slightly. As fast as he could without getting underwater, he swam to the side of the pool and let Lucille slid of his back. He climbed out of the pool just as fast, but when he looked back, Lucille was still clinging onto the border. The singer looked at him a bit begging. "Could you please pull me up?"

He wanted to refuse and see Lucille having trouble climbing out, though he would never leave him in any real danger. But a husband would probably not do that to his wife if he wanted to sleep in bed tonight, and not on the floor, so he pulled Lucille out of the pool roughly. He hadn't expected the singer to just collapse against him suddenly, and they both ended up on the floor, Lucille on Kohaku's lap. "What the Hell are you doing?" Kohaku hissed, remembering just in time that they were undercover.

Lucille laid his head on Kohaku's shoulder, with his face towards him, to whisper without anyone seeing it. "The skirt of my bathing suit got wet. So it's sticking against my body."

"That's a reason to let yourself drop onto me?" Kohaku tried to make it seem to outsiders like was worried about Lucille, but in fact he was getting a bit angry. "What's your problem!"

"They'll see," Lucille whispered, blushing a bit.

"See what?" What was that damn singer talking about?

"They'll see… my bump." He sounded embarrassed, and even more when he realized Kohaku really didn't understand what he meant. "My… thing. What women don't have. They'll see the bump between my legs through my bathing suit."

Finally, he understood. And blushed almost as much as Lucille. "Ow… Okay. Yeah, that's a problem…"

"Is everything alright?" a fake sounding friendly voice asked. A bit startled, Kohaku looked back and saw a member of the pool's staff standing behind him.

Lucille automatically pulled up his legs, covering up as much of his lower body as he could. Kohaku just tried to think quickly. "H… She's seasick." That wasn't even a lie, though he didn't particularly cared about lying. "And she can't swim to begin with." He pulled Lucille closer to his body, trying to look protective. "We just didn't want to miss something. But I think I'll take her back to our room now, if I may."

"Of course," the staff member said. "Do you have towels with you?"

This might be a chance to cover up Lucille. "Eh… no. We didn't know there would be swimming."

"Then please wait here for a moment, I'll get you both a towel." She walked away.

Lucille didn't move. "Can you carry me back? It'll look more real, considering I'm supposed to be feeling too sick to even turn towards that pool woman."

Kohaku had the feeling his colleague just wanted to be carried, but before he could argue, the staff lady came back with two white towels. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. I hope you'll be feeling better before dinner time." She smiled politely and walked away again.

With a somewhat relieved sigh, Kohaku threw one of the towels over Lucille's lower body, and the other one over his own shoulders. The singer still didn't made any movement to stand up, so Kohaku took him in his arms, bridal-style. And with the silent promise to kill Lucille as soon as he got the chance.

Even though he didn't complain, the singer really looked pale, and he stared at a spot on Kohaku's neck with half lidded blue eyes. Which made Kohaku wonder whether he really had been wanting to be carried to annoy Kohaku, or because he had been afraid that he really wouldn't make it back to their room without throwing up. Must be a pretty serious tendency to get seasick, since Kohaku himself barely noticed the ship's movements most of the time.

"Why aren't you sick in the car?" he asked quietly.

Lucille sighed softly before answering. "Don't know. It's not really motion-sickness, I only get sick on boats and ships." Another sigh, deeper this time. "Maybe it's more… that I can't handle that feeling of being surrounded by nothing but water."

"But you can't even see it."

"Still. It makes me feel…" He abruptly stopped talking, and for a moment Kohaku was scared that the singer was going to throw up. After a few seconds, though, Lucille spoke again. "Never mind."

"What… How does it make you feel?" Now he was getting curious.

"Just… Ah, never mind." Lucille's thin body tensed a bit. "It doesn't matter."

It obviously did, but Kohaku knew he wouldn't get a honest answer anyway. Besides, he could feel the singer shivering, and he felt cold. Lucille's small weight added to that, it made Kohaku feel like he was carrying a corpse. Which wasn't a great feeling. "Geez, take a hot shower when we get back to the room! You're freezing, and I'm not going to take care of you if you catch a cold!"

Lucille glared at him, almost hurt. "I think I'm better off without your care anyway!"

After checking if no one else was around, Kohaku replied. "Then walk yourself!" Coldly, he let go of Lucille's body. He singer, who hadn't seen that coming, almost fell. He only just managed to land on his feet, but had to lean against a wall to stay that way. His face turned from pale to almost green, and his knees gave in, sending him to the ground after all. "What… oh crap!" Quickly, Kohaku kneeled next to him and made him sit up straight. "Try to keep it in!"

"C-can't…" Lucille started panting. "Can't… too much…" He threw up, almost hitting Kohaku's legs with it. Kohaku barely noticed, all he noticed was how frail and… And what? There was something else in the way Lucille looked right now. Embracing him carefully, he felt the singer's abdomen cramping every time he vomited. Tears were slowly rolling from his closed eyes and his breathing sounded irregular. Still, it seemed like he was more ashamed than anything. He didn't even lean un Kohaku more than absolutely necessary, though he obviously was having trouble to keep his balance.

Lonely. That's how he looked. The beautiful, talented singer looked so damn lonely, it almost made Kohaku feel bad for being mean to him.

When it finally stopped, Lucille slumped against the wall, eyes still shut, "Sorry," he mumbled. "I'm sorry. Just… please, don't be angry at me right now." He started trembling. "I'm really sorry!"

"Hey, calm down! Idiot!" Kohaku pulled Lucille against his chest. "Geez, you're all shaking! And I'm not going to hit you for throwing up! You clearly weren't doing it for fun."

Almost incredulously, Lucille opened his eyes a bit and looked at him, not moving his body at all. "Then… will you carry me back? My legs feel a bit… wobbly."

"Whatever," Kohaku said, trying not to sound concerned. Still, he moved carefully when he took Lucille in his arms again. The singer just relaxed against him, he even closed his eyes. He still looked lonely, though.

I hope you all liked it! Next chapter won't be so long, probably...

I'll update next weekend