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Organization for Transformative Works
Haori was tall, was the first thing Gina noted — maybe even taller than Naruhodou — and she was dressed in a pale yellow kimono. Her angles were soft and yet there was something distinctly angular to her, and her hands looked uncalloused, like she’d never worked a day in her life, and she was smiling at Susato like a sunflower turning to face the sky.
Gina promptly decided to hate her.
Or: Gina Lestrade meets someone new.
Written for Gina Weekend (@ginalestradezine) and Femslash February 2024, day three: cake
A second spooky oneshot for friends' suggestions and the yokai prompt of @susatosanhelp's prompt list!
Dodomeki are cursed women who turn into yokai because of their penchant for stealing. The concept of dodomeki Gina makes me insane and it's perfect and please scream about dodomeki Gina with me.
This one features ginahao (Gina/Haori) as a pairing, and can be read as ginasusahao (Gina/Susato/Haori).
CW: Some body horror elements (since this type of yokai involves body horror), though nothing overly graphic.
"…You ain't scared?"
'Ori and Gina sat on tatami in the Mikotoba guest room. Sooze should be here with them for the sleepover, but she was running late, talking with her dad. Couldn't blame her—Sooze had been through the wringer, lately. The fact that Gina had barged into their home that morning, screaming at the eyes lining her arms, those fucking eyes—certainly didn't help.
Little seemed to faze 'Ori, even as Gina slouched there in the dim light, still shaking. Gina liked her.
"I don't blame you. I'd be scared too, of course! If I woke up a dodomeki," 'Ori said, eyes wide. She took Gina's arm, covered with a loose kimono sleeve. "I need to know how this happened. I—I don't know how, but…there's got to be some way to help!"
She drew back the sleeve. Rows and rows of eyes glimmered back at her. Gina couldn't see through them, but they blinked of their own volition. They looked just like the eyes on her face; she may have calmed down since morning, but still, nothing stopped the chill, the sinking pit in her stomach.
"Is it true," Gina said "wot Sooze said? These 'dodomeki' are like, divers and thieves an' shit?"
'Ori nodded.
"Is it…my fault, then? Cos I'm a diver?"
'Ori, this sharp-as-a-knife bird, with her bright eyes—she was too pure, really. She sidled up to Gina, resting her chin on her shoulder. "Like I said, I don't know where this came from, but there has to be an explanation. A rational one, like Mikotoba-sensei said!
"And anyways," she continued, mumbling softly, "Enough about this being 'your fault.' You sound like Susato!"
Gina smiled at that. She leaned against 'Ori. The latter was warm, and she didn't flinch when Gina rested her arm on hers. And ya call us the dashin' ones.
When they awoke, a pink blanket reached up to their ears, scented with cherry blossom and tinged with 'Ori's light chemical scent.
