Summary: "No, of course not!" Cecil said, placing both hands on his hips. "I want to be Queen." KainxCecil.

A/N: Okay. So. I can explain. xBlackDragoonx has written me plenty of fics over the past few months, so I thought I owed her at least one. ....Um, I still have no idea what the fuck this is though. So I really don't have much of an explanation.

Warnings: AU, OOC-ness, and the most overly gay(and possibly transexual) Cecil you have ever seen. Really.

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Cecil stared at the oversized poster for a few moments before letting out a squeal of happiness. "Kain, Kain!" He said, practically bouncing up and down in excitement and making an exaggeration motion towards the poster. "Look!"

The older boy looked at the large bubble letters and cocked an eyebrow. "It's the Homecoming Dance, so what?"

"'So what'?" He repeated, looking deeply offended. "It's the homecoming dance, we have to go together! And"-oh, Kain did not like that look on his face- "we have to win!"

"…You want to be homecoming King?"

"No, of course not!" Cecil said, placing both hands on his hips in a way so completely effeminate Kain should have guessed what he was going to say next. "I want to be Queen."

Kain let out a strangled noise and facepalmed, looking at his friend through the gaps between his fingers. "Cecil… you're a guy, you can't…"

"Who said I can't?" He glared at the blonde, then shifted the glare to people walking by as if looking for the person responsible. "It doesn't say the Queen has to be a girl, so I can run if I want to!"

"…What happened to staying in the closet?"

Cecil blinked innocently. "What closet?"

Kain groaned in frustration and resisted the urge to smack his friend "I'm pretty sure the principal won't let you."

"But I already bought my dress…" He muttered, digging his phone out of his pocket, the tiny charms clinking together and rhinestones catching the hallway's light. His expression brightened as he scrolled through the pictures, before he shoved the bright screen right in Kain's face.

As the purple blob on the screen came into focus, Kain finally realized what he was looking at.

A dress.

A purple, mid-length dress …and dear God were those matching stilettos?

…Was that Cecil in said dress and stilettos?

"Cecil, what the fuck is that?!"

The aspiring drag queen smiled and put his phone away. "It's my dress, don't you like it? I'll be the prettiest person there!" He declared.

"There's no way you can wear that…"

"And why not? It follows the school dress code."

"Cecil…" Kain stressed, "You're a man."

Though, with the photograph that was branded into his brain, he was having trouble not questioning it, which was not helping his already maimed psyche by any means.

"So? There's nothing against cross-dressing in the dress code either."

"…That's probably because they never had anyone try."

"No, remember that time in third grade?" Cecil said, far too energetically and Kain wished he forgot."I wore that skirt to school and they had to call Brother to pick me up!"

"Yes, I remember Cecil…"

"So," Cecil continued, "I'm going to be Queen, and you'll be my King! I saw a matching purple tuxedo you could wear and everything!"

"Wait, what? Cecil I am not—"

But the other body didn't let him finish as he grabbed his hand and pulled him along, going on about going to the mall after school and something about a feather boa.

…Well, shit.

Maybe they would have to rename this year's title to Drag Queen.