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ynm_het_yuriTitle: Scientific Method
Genre: Humour
Pairing type: Het/yuri threesome
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Watari/Saya/Yuma
Spoilers: None
Summary: Watari is having some difficulties. Saya and Yuma generously offer to help him out.
Author's Notes: Just a tiny piece of ridiculousness. Criticism is always appreciated.
It was the bright pink cloud billowing out of Watari's laboratory that got their attention. Entranced by anything that color, Saya and Yuma raced over to the lab. They found Watari and 003 covered in a pink powder, with 003 hooting angrily in protest of the indignity of it all.
"Hey there, Watari," Yuma greeted. "Still working on your sex-change formula?"
"Yeah," Watari said with a slight pout, rubbing his forehead, then contemplating the powder on his hands. "But, as you can see, it was a bust," answered. "I was so sure I had it that time too," he muttered distractedly, as he sat in pink powdered chair.
"What do you think is going wrong?" asked Saya.
"Well, I could give you all the scientific explanation, but... the truth is, I'm not sure."
Both Women pondered this for a moment. "Well," Yuma began, "what do you really know about women?"
Watari looked somewhat quizzical. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean," explained Yuma, "that your problem may be that you don't know enough about your subject." She rested her chin on the top of Watari's head. "Do you know what a woman's hair smells like?"
"Do you know what a woman's breasts feel like?" Saya chimed in, snuggling up against Watari's chest.
"Do you know what makes us tick?" Yuma added.
Watari raised an eyebrow, and a sly smile began to form on his face. "What do you suggest?"
The two women broke out into identical gigantic grins. "Threesome!" they squealed simultaneously.
Watari grinned right back. The most important part of science was experimentation, after all.
Tatsumi was working past the laboratory when he heard the shouts. He paused for a moment, then walked away as quickly as possible while still looking dignified, massaging his temple. "I do not want to know," he muttered.
Genre: Humour
Pairing type: Het/yuri threesome
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Watari/Saya/Yuma
Spoilers: None
Summary: Watari is having some difficulties. Saya and Yuma generously offer to help him out.
Author's Notes: Just a tiny piece of ridiculousness. Criticism is always appreciated.
It was the bright pink cloud billowing out of Watari's laboratory that got their attention. Entranced by anything that color, Saya and Yuma raced over to the lab. They found Watari and 003 covered in a pink powder, with 003 hooting angrily in protest of the indignity of it all.
"Hey there, Watari," Yuma greeted. "Still working on your sex-change formula?"
"Yeah," Watari said with a slight pout, rubbing his forehead, then contemplating the powder on his hands. "But, as you can see, it was a bust," answered. "I was so sure I had it that time too," he muttered distractedly, as he sat in pink powdered chair.
"What do you think is going wrong?" asked Saya.
"Well, I could give you all the scientific explanation, but... the truth is, I'm not sure."
Both Women pondered this for a moment. "Well," Yuma began, "what do you really know about women?"
Watari looked somewhat quizzical. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean," explained Yuma, "that your problem may be that you don't know enough about your subject." She rested her chin on the top of Watari's head. "Do you know what a woman's hair smells like?"
"Do you know what a woman's breasts feel like?" Saya chimed in, snuggling up against Watari's chest.
"Do you know what makes us tick?" Yuma added.
Watari raised an eyebrow, and a sly smile began to form on his face. "What do you suggest?"
The two women broke out into identical gigantic grins. "Threesome!" they squealed simultaneously.
Watari grinned right back. The most important part of science was experimentation, after all.
Tatsumi was working past the laboratory when he heard the shouts. He paused for a moment, then walked away as quickly as possible while still looking dignified, massaging his temple. "I do not want to know," he muttered.
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