Unclean

I do not own any characters from Paradise Kiss. Paradise Kiss is copyright Ai Yazawa and Tokyopop.

A/N: This is my first PK fanfic, so please be kinda gentle... Also, please review or I'll lose interest and stop writing it... :/

Ch. 1: Filthy

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Isabella sat down on her bed, deeply breathing out. Or was it his? She wasn't quite sure.

Her parent's had just come home. It was the first time she'd seen them in how long? A few years. They were always gone. But that was ok, because she was free to live her own life.

She wasn't prepared for them. Not at all. She had no idea they were coming. She was so unprepared that she was still a she. Not a he.

She bit her bottom lip, blinking back a few tears. She didn't know what to think. The struggle within herself was hard enough as it was, then her parents came home. It just wasn't fair.

Her head fell into her hands, her palms resting over her eyes. "How... how did I ever let it get this far?" she thought to herself.

She thought back to when it had all started... she was so small...

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A young Yamamoto sat outside on the swings, kicking himself a few feet one direction, then letting himself swing back the other. He wasn't moving a lot.

A young blue haired boy walked over. "Ohayo, Yamamoto," he said slowly, watching the other boy.

Yamamoto looked over at the boy. "Ohayo, Johji." He smiled.

"Haven't I told you before that it's 'George'?" Johji asked.

Yamamoto shook his head. "It's just a phase. You'll grow out of it, Johji."

George sighed. He turned and started to walk back towards the school. He turned back suddenly, watching Yamamoto pump his legs, still barely pushing himself.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?" The small boy with black hair looked up at the blue- hued boy.

"You're upset about something..."

"No," Yamamoto forced himself to smile again. "I'm fine."

George shook his head and sat next to the young boy. "I can tell you're lying."

Yamamoto smirked a bit. "You always could."

"So, what is it?"

"Johji..." he looked up at George.

"George," George corrected him.

Yamamoto smiled slightly. "George," he corrected himself. "Do you ever... feel like maybe something's not right? Like maybe something inside you isn't the way it should be?"

George smirked a bit, running his fingers through his short hair. "Yeah... why?"

"Well... I feel like that." Yamamoto shrugged. "I just feel like I'm not... me..." he looked up at George, puzzled himself.

"Hmm... What doesn't feel right?" George sat down in a swing next to him.

"Well..." Yamamoto looked down at his lap. "I guess... it's just that I.... I feel kinda... unclean..."

George cocked his head to the side. "Why is that?"

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A/N: Eep... what is it? I think we all know... but... well... oh well. What do you guys think? PLEASE R/R. Thanks ;D