damned_institute | Day 34: Men's Showers

Artemis Fowl was, yet again, exceedingly displeased to be naked.

As much as Haku insisted that since he had experienced public bathing before, this time would be easier, the feeling was not mutual. Artemis' body was his own personal business, as far as he was concerned, and no one else's. His only comfort was the fact that he was not hideously tattooed anymore with various and sundry insults branding him a moron.

Still, that did not stop him from taking a towel into the shower area once again, Nurse Hedgerow grudgingly allowing it. She could see no other way of getting the boy to bathe. He was as stubborn as ten teenage boys. And after that lecture on psychological torture through means of public humiliation...

The boy let the water run over his head, the towel clutched firmly around his body. And he thought. July. How was it July when it had been fall just a week previous? It was impossible, logically speaking. But what part of this place fit in with any sort of logic Artemis had ever encountered? No, if he didn't let go of the fact that things would be as insane as people claimed he was, he would lose his mind.

His fingers brushed the burn mark Caleb had given him for what seemed the fortieth time. ...He had to get himself together, or this would only be a small taste of what awaited him in the hallways.

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And then Keman's luck ran out, as it always did. He jerked away from Shadow and tried to grab the towel out of the halfblood's hands...but it was too late. Shadow had already started washing him again, and the towel was too far out of reach.

It felt like every drop of blood in his body had gone to his face. It had to be just as red as it had been at breakfast.

Probably redder, actually.

"I...ah...you..."

Shadow laughed, amused at how red Keman looked. Don't worry, he thought as he moved down his legs, sinking low so as to wash Keman's foot and ankle a bit more thoroughly. You still have some time. Your dragon is the last to be washed.

"Shadow!" Keman yelped, jumping about a foot in the air. Why...that...it just didn't look right! Keman's knowledge of two-legger mating rituals was rather lacking in the specifics, but he knew enough about the basic technicalities that this was an extremely compromising position to find himself in, especially when surrounded by other young two-legger males.

"Stop! Please! Just...wash yourself. I'll be fine from here. Please."

Shadow ceased his motions as his lord told him to stop, looking up at him confused. "My lord?" he said, not getting up from the floor. "Is there something wrong?"

Keman, you're making me nervous, Shadow thought as he felt the stranger's anxiety. Calm down. It's just a bit of washing.

"It's...nothing you're doing Shadow," Keman managed. "I would just rather you...not wash me down there. Is that all right?"

It was too little too late. The position was entirely inappropriate in a public shower, and one filled with children, no less! A scowl on her face, a nurse came over to the pair. Despite the fact that she was decidedly female, she was professional enough not to fluster over young boys.

"Mr. Jones and Mr. Jacobs!" She snapped sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument, and easily able to be heard over the showers. "Just what do you think you are doing? Such behavior is completely unacceptable! Show some self-control, the both of you!"

At the first sign of the nurse Shadow knew that the joke was over. He would have easily risen and returned to washing Keman's hair but unfortunately, the stranger was involved and the stranger did not recognize the female as someone who he should take direct orders from.

Shadow glanced at the nurse and then back up to Keman, not moving an inch. "My lord?" he asked questioningly, his hand still on Keman's upper thigh.

And now the nurse was here, and she was accusing both of them of being...out of line! Keman found himself wishing that it really was possible to die of embarrassment. Anything to escape from all this.

"Shadow...please stop washing me and go wash yourself. That's...a command. Once you're done, we'll go out into the sun room." He felt awful having to order his friend around like that, but with the way Shadow was following him around and "my lord-ing" him, it didn't seem like there was any other way to do it.

Flushing an even deeper scarlet, Keman turned back to the nurse. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "He's not himself right now, and...I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I'm fairly certain that he didn't mean anything sexual by it, though..."

In that regard, at least, it was actually a good thing that Shadow wasn't entirely himself.

"See that it doesn't, the both of you." The nurse scowled at them both, hands on her hips, then turned and headed back to a point where she could observe more of the room. If it didn't stop of course, she would be back, and this time with orderlies to separate the pair.

Inside his head Shadow was dying. He was laughing so hard that he couldn't imagine that the stranger wasn't laughing as well. He almost felt sorry for Keman, standing there looking as red as a beet as the nurse chastised them for getting a bit too familiar in the shower. If only he was able to influence the stranger. He'd continue the game a bit longer.

Unfortunately, the stranger was in charge and Shadow felt his head nod as he stood up. "As you wish, my Lord," he said, and turned to wash himself.

That...could have been worse, but it could have been a lot better, too. Now the nurses thought that he and Shadow were lovers...like Shadow and Valyn! Fire and Rain, what a mess.

Keman stood directly under the shower's spray, wondering absently if it would be possible to drown himself in it and end his suffering.

But then Orihime might not be too happy. Hopefully, anyway. It would be mildly insulting if he were to off himself and she didn't care.

Shadow cleaned himself quickly, casting glances over at Keman. The stranger still wished there was some way to finish cleaning his lord. Even though he was commanded to wash himself, the job had only been half done and that left him feeling uneasy.

"My lord Keman," Shadow said, moving closely to Keman. "Shall I plait your hair when we leave the showers?"

Keman looked at Shadow and sighed. He gave up. "Sure. Whatever you want."

Hopefully he wouldn't come out of this looking like a woman. Or an elf.

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Day 34: Men's Showers

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