A Strange Secret

Ok, new story! I love puzzleshipping, so I wrote one with it! I hope it turns out good...I don't really intend to make this thing more than 5 chapters. But that may change. Time will tell!

Chapter 1 Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Yu-Gi-Oh! All right belong to Kazuki Takahashi

Yami threw clothes out of his closet, looking for the right thing to wear. He sighed, and glanced around. A few minutes later, the teen walked into the hall, knocking on the door across from his.

"Yes?"

"Serenity, can I borrow something? I can't seem to find the right outfit today."

"Go ahead, Yami." She answered. He opened the door, and walked up to her dresser. Yami picked out a black and blue checkered skirt, and a red t-shirt with a heart on it.

"Thanks." he said, and went to his room to change. Pulling on some leggings that stretched above his knees, he put on the clothes. Suddenly, a loud thud and a crash erupted from his wall.

"Joey, stop that! If you're going to wake up, do it quietly!" he scolded, a moan answering him.

Yami had been living in his friend Joey's house for the past few days. His parents were gone for two weeks, and they let him stay here. He related with Serenity, Joey's redhead sister, very well, considering he was a hermaphrodite. His appearance was male, but he had women's parts and sometimes thought like a girl. Thank goodness, he was mostly flatchested, but still had to wear a bra. Mood swings were common. Joey had found this all to be very funny, and constantly joked about it, knowing that Yami wasn't bothered. What he didn't do was go around telling people without the pharaoh's permission. Only their new friends, Anzu and Yugi, didn't know. When he got to know them better, he would tell them.

Yami heard the distinct sound of an alarm clock hitting the wall. He was annoyed now. His friend did this every morning. Stomping into his room, Yami threw a pillow at the bed-ridden teen.

"Stop! I've had enough! Do you know how much I detest each morning?! Why is it that you cannot get up like a proper human being? And your snoring might as well wake the entire universe!" he exclaimed, panting. His friend started at him.

"Uh…dude, calm down. You're in chick-mode." He said meekly.

Yami growled.

"Well I wouldn't be if it weren't for you. Now get up this minute."

Joey muttered something about sounding like his mother, and reluctantly got out of bed. Yami trotted downstairs for breakfast, his skirt fanning out. Joey's mother (I will call her Anne) and his father (I will call him George.…be glad it isn't Fred) were sitting at the table, eating eggs and toast. He sat next to Anne, and munched on his breakfast. Soon after, the rest of the family came down to join them. Joey looked like a mess; his hair was sticking out in strange directions, and was wearing a shirt four sizes too big. Yami looked at him.

"Wow. Had a little trouble sleeping?" he gibed, smirking.

"Shut up, sissy."

"Brother, you really need to get more sleep," Serenity advised, smiling," It's getting harder to wake you up."

"Must be all those teenage hormones." George said, absorbed in his paper. Joey glared at his father.

"I am the ONLY one here having to deal with this. Dad, you're old. Mom, you're old. Serenity, you're a prissy little girly girl. Yami, you wouldn't know a condom from a tampon. I'm the only teenage boy in this house! Help, they're driving me insane!" he clapped both hands over his ears, squeezing his eyes shut. His sister slapped his arm, and Yami laughed. There was a face in the open window above the sink, listening. It was Mana, Yami's other best friend.

"I was going to say hello, but I think I'll pass and continue on my way to the mall."