Memories of the Body

Story by WotanAnubis

TITLE: Memories of the Body

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

FANDOM: Lost Odyssey

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Seth/Ming

NOTE: I'm almost always at a loss when it comes to the names of various forms of clothes. With Ming it's even worse. Seriously, I have no idea what it is she's supposed to be wearing. So I just guessed at it, as I usually do.

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Ming didn't know what to think, which wasn't all that surprising. She'd been suffering from that a lot lately. Currently, she didn't know what to think about Seth. The woman claimed to know her, which somehow rang true to her even if she didn't know why. It was a curious sensation. She couldn't honestly say she was at ease around the tanned woman, but she got a sense of familiarity whenever she was near. Not to mention a number of... other reactions that really weren't too surprising in the presence of an attractive woman, though their severity worried her.

When the group stopped for the night at a small inn in an unmemorable town, Ming decided to see if she could find out what Seth had meant to her. Waving Jansen away, she walked to the table where the supposed former pirate seemed to be enjoying a meal of meat, beer and a few specks of green that might have been impoverished vegetables.

"Seth, can we talk?" Ming asked, trying to be as inobtrusive as possible.

Seth looked up and smiled. Ming really wished she hadn't. It made her feel so... difficult.

"Sure, sit down," the blue-haired woman replied.

"I'd prefer it if we could talk in private if it's all the same with you," Ming said.

Seth gave her a look that went on just a little too long for comfort. "Yeah sure," she said finally. "You head on up, I'll be right there."

"Thank you."

Ming turned away and headed up the stairs to the small bedroom, quaintly decorated with wood. She sat down on one of the room's two beds and instantly realised her mistake. She felt a rush of... not memory, not exactly. But she'd just talked to Seth and now she was on a bed and her body seemed to know exactly what that meant. Ming adjusted some of her clothes in an effort to become a bit more comfortable. It didn't really work.

The door opened and Seth strode inside. She sat down on the opposite bed, crossed her legs and looked at her with an expression of keen interest.

"So, what'd you want to talk about?"

"Us," Ming said. "You make claims of knowing me."

"Well, not exactly," Seth said. "I just... I know I know you, but I don't... you know... know you. It's the memory loss thing."

"I quite understand," Ming replied. "However, you've never hidden the fact that you used to be a pirate. I'm a Queen. How could we ever have associated?"

"Don't know," Seth shrugged. "Maybe you were part of my crew before you get elevated somehow. Maybe I was just a subject until I ran away to sea."

"Why would I ever leave you?" Ming said. Then, once she'd heard what she'd actually said, added, "We're both Immortals after all. It would make sense for us to stick together as they say."

Seth grinned. "Wouldn't know about that. We probably had our reasons."

"Do you have any proof, though?" Ming asked.

"Of what?"

"Of our association in the past, whatever it might be."

"Tough question," Seth said. "I could regale you with tales of how we sailed the seas together but since you wouldn't remember any of it it wouldn't exactly count as proof, would it?"

"Have we?" Ming asked.

"Have we what?"

"Sailed the seas?"

"Don't know. Maybe. My memory's got almost as much holes in it as yours, remember?" Seth said. "But..."

"Something wrong?" Ming asked when she noticed the sudden intensity in Seth's stare.

"Can't be," the woman muttered.

"What can't?" Ming asked.

Seth waved an armoured hand. "Never mind. I just had the feeling that... but there's no way."

"Please tell me," Ming said. "If only to confirm that there really is no way."

"I'd rather not," Seth said. "You'd freak out."

"I think my circumstances are unique enough that I'll be able to accept pretty much anything at this point," Ming said.

Seth shrugged. "Suit yourself. I just had the weirdest feeling that you've got a dick."

Ming suddenly went very still, as though Seth's casual words shut down her mind and, as they passed through her, the rest of her pale body as well. Though unfortunately, not all of her body.

"How did you know?" she whispered.

Seth blinked. "Wait, you really do?"

Ming nodded. "For as long as I can remember. Which might not be the best turn of phrase right now, but still."

"That's... weird," Seth said. "Anyway, I didn't really know, I just felt like I knew, you know? Thought I was just projecting, to be honest."

"What do you mean by that?" Ming asked.

"Well, since I revealed your big secret, might as well reveal mine," Seth said. She sighed. "I've got a dick too."

Ming felt a heat flashing through her body. "You do?" she asked, her voice hardly trembling at all.

"Yep. For as long as I

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