A/N: Hey! It's a new fic and my last in the Yu-Gi-Oh! Category. Please enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

For You, I Would Cross-dress

By Tat Claire Kokoro

Chapter 1: Hurtful Obsession

The more you like him… the more you LOVE him…

The bigger and bigger his place in your life becomes…

And the bigger the hole in your heart when you lose him…

—Keiichi (Ah! My Goddess!)

Creamy mocha-colored skin, feathery beach-blond locks, and bright amethyst eyes lined with black kohl… Dreamily I stare at my love interest.

It's bad enough that he pays visits to my house, stalks around Kame Game Shop, and sees me during business meetings (my dad work with Isis's museum sometimes). But now school?! Sweet Goddess… how am I going to concentrate?

That Egyptian is getting more attention from me than the equations on my test paper.

"Pencils down, pass your papers to the front," the teacher says. I glumly stare at my paper and pass it up.

I glare at Malik Ishtar. If only he were still home-schooled, if only he wasn't so damn sexy, if only… I didn't love him…

It's useless, I know. He said it himself—"I actually prefer girls."

Damn! How did I get myself into this mess? Sure, he's hot, I'll give him points for that. But what do I find so attractive on the inside?

Annoying, selfish, rude, arrogant… and his mood swings are outrageous. One minute he'll be sitting on the couch about to fall asleep and the next he's like a demented version of the energizer bunny.

What's attractive?! Is it the fact he can do everything I don't dare?

I'm a quiet sort of person, preferring books over making new friends, while Malik is loud, causing chaos to all humanity. Friend or enemy, it doesn't matter, he'll find some way to annoy you.

And if we go to an amusement park, I stay close to the food stands and game booths, unless Malik drags me to one of his favorite rides—a rollercoaster.

Yeah… maybe that's it, because he's my opposite. Well whatever the reason, it's never going to happen…

When school is over for today I stood by the old sakura tree to wait for Yugi and company. I wish Yugi wouldn't insist on us all walking home together; I never feel comfortable around his friends. They always give me suspicious looks.

"Konnichiwa!" Yugi greets me, a goofy grin on his face. Honda and Jounouchi drag out their greeting dully, and Anzu is trying too hard to sound happy to see me.

"Konnichiwa…" I say back glumly. I'll never fit into his group. No one except Yugi finds me 'normal.'

Now that we're together, we start home. Anzu is first to leave. But as usual, Jounouchi HAS TO lift her skirt up, resulting in the blonde getting beaten.

Next is Honda; he lives a couple blocks from Anzu.

"Hey! Stop following us!" Jounouchi yells over his shoulder. Yugi and I both turn in curiosity—the one following us is Malik.

Sweet Goddess of Mercy, is it not enough you're at my house, Kame Game Shop, the museum, AND school?! Now you have to stalk us, Malik?!?

"I'm not following you!" the sexy Egyptian shouts back.

"Then where are you going?"

"Wherever you're going."

"Arrrgh!!!" Jounouchi growls under his breath.

Yugi pats his back. "Go on ahead of us."

On instinct, Jounouchi protests, "But Yugi—"

"I'll be fine. If anything happens Yami will handle it."

Jounouchi nods and quietly leaves. Neither Malik no Yugi and I speak until Jounouchi is a dot on the road.

"Sorry to bug ya."

"No, it's all right." Yugi smiles. "What do you want?"

Malik thrusts a handful of fliers in our faces. We silently take them and read:

/DOMINO MOTORCYCLE RACE!

Come and cheer our riders as they put their pedals to da metal on one of Japan's greatest race courses!

Time: April 5th 7:30 P.M./

I glance up at Malik, who gave a fanged smile. "Will you come?"

"Are you… going… to race?" I ask with a quiver in my voice.

"Yep!" The smile on his lips widens.

"I'll come." Yugi carefully folds his flyer and stuffs it in his pocket.

Now Malik is staring my way, expecting me to say the same. Goddess… I'd love to see him burn those other bikers into the dust…

Damn, stop looking at me… especially this close! You're so close, Malik, that I can smell the musky cologne on you… our lips are so close…

"I'm… I'm busy tonight," I blubber out. Truthfully, I'm not busy, but I fear that if I continue seeing Malik I won't be able to hold in my emotions.

He frowns. "Shame. I NEED a cheerleader." Then he turned heel, hands shoved in pockets and still looking at me fixedly over his shoulder. "Ja ne."

"Why'd you do that, Ryou?!" Yugi looks at me, concerned.

"Do what?"

"Refuse to come. You told me this morning you weren't busy."

I gulp. Please… please don't figure it out, Yugi.

There's a dead silence between us. Yugi take one look at me and he knows who I'm constantly thinking about, constantly drooling about, constantly hoping for a relationship that never will be.

"You like him, don't you?"

There's no way out of this one; if I lie Yugi can tell. He can easily read people.

"I've heard he's straight," the tri-color-haired teen stated. "But you STILL have a chance." Another grin settles on his face.

This isn't good… he ONLY smiles THAT way when he's scheming up some hijinked plan…

"Mind if I come home with you?"

When Yugi reaches my house he can hardly contain himself. His shoes are already off as I take out my keys and unlock the door.

"Yugi… can you tell me whatever it is you're planning?! And what do you mean I STILL have a chance with Malik?!"

Scampering into my house, Yugi avoids the question by asking me his own. "Um… Your sister's clothes—you still have them, right?"

What do Amane's clothes have to do with this? …Whatever THIS is?

"Yeah, why?" I say uneasily.

"Well, think about it. You like Malik but he likes girls. Sooooo… ya cross-dress."

I back away. "Cr—crs—CROSS-DRESS!!!"

-No characters were harmed (physically) in the making of this fic. Tat is not responsible for any mental breakdowns.-