Note: Standard disclaimer applies. I do not own the songs inputted in this story either as it belongs to its rightful owner.


I let out a twitch when Miyazawa-san eyed at me with mirth twinkling in his eyes, as if he was inwardly planning my demise. Although... I would not put it pass him that he was indeed planning 'something'. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious as I nervously gulped, and tugged at my shirt. I did not utter a word, in fear that I would be digging a bigger hole than I already was, and simply just sat in the chair as I waited for my punishment.

"Jirou, Jirou, Jirou," my boss said as he shook his head in whether amusement or disappointment, I could not tell. Instead, he simply tossed the newspaper across the table so that I would see the content. "The sole purpose of your punishment is so that you wouldn't land in a scandal as this. And what do you do? Land yourself in a scandal,"

"Sorry..." I responded with my head bow, despite not knowing how the media managed to take a picture of Atobe and I.

When Miyazawa-san let out a deep sigh, I immediately looked up and waited with berated breath about what he is about to say. "You'll be participating in a fashion show that the Atobe Group is sponsoring. You are to appear as JIROU and Yuki, but not together. This will be held in a week at downtown Tokyo. No objections,"

"…Yes, sir," I murmured with slumped shoulders, and inwardly let out a sigh at the new agenda.

"You have a photo shoot for your cologne, and perfume in two hours. I want you to appear as both identities," my boss continued as he looked at the folder in front of him, and added, "We might as well make a name for Yuki, and see how far we can keep this charade. As for your cross dressing punishment, it'll be lifted, and you will only appear as 'her' in front of cameras. Any objections?"

"None, sir," I responded with a sigh, knowing that I would have more work now than ever.

"You're dismissed," he commanded and waved a dismissive gesture at me.


It had been three days since my meeting with my boss, and one day since the release of my fragrance commercials. I could see the posters, billboards, and videos of the said commercial everywhere. It did not help that I, who usually refuses posing nude or any other type of risqué poses, actually was posing nude.

Well, there was a sheet draped over my body, and covered my lower half; but it still left very little to imagine. Of course, that was only as my idol self, not as my 'female' self. The first call I had received was from my sister, who immediately voiced her surprised and shock at this new development.

'If only she knew that I cross dressed too,' I vaguely remember thinking when I was talking with Rina. I shook my head to clear my head as I plopped down on my couch, half-heartedly listening to a variety show on the television.

I nearly let out a groan when I saw a familiar commercial was being played. It was a fragrance commercial that I had done as Yuki, and it did not help that this shoot was just as risqué as the other one. The director had wanted to sensual and sexy, which in turn, resulted in those nude/risqué poses. Of course, it was not as revealing as the one I had done as my male counterpart, but it certainly will make any hormonal raged males imagine about the possibilities. However, the director had made sure that it was sensual and sexy without being slutty.

I let out a bored groan when I realized that there was nothing to do at home, despite how I wished to rest because I had a long morning. I had not even bother changing out of my guise, and had merely plopped down on the couch unceremoniously and haphazardly. As I bit the bottom of my lip in deep thought, I contemplated if I should go out and see what my friends were doing.

'It had been a while since I have seen them,' my mind concluded, and despite how I wished to see Atobe, I was simply too swamped with work to be able to meet him properly. Because I was coming home late at night, or early in the morning, I did not want to bother him… especially not when he had to wake up early to go to school.

Talking about school, I realized that I was going there less, and less. It reminded me of the events two years ago, after I cut of all ties with Atobe, that I only attended classes when there were tests or exams to take. Looking back at my actions, I am suddenly aware that how lovesick I was, because no matter how much I tried to stay away from him… part of my thoughts always goes back to him. Even now…

Despite how I much I wished to talk to Atobe, half of me was afraid of his reactions to my latest work. I could not help but snort in amusement when I wondered which side of me that Atobe favors more… me as myself, or me as Yuki. I will have to ask him one of these days.

I let out a bored yawn when I saw my latest music video of Loveless is shown. I could not deny that it was not a nice song; in fact, it is a nice song… even though I've heard and seen the music video for hundredth time since it was released.

I finally decided to stop being lazy, and headed to the bathroom to change back into my usual image. As I grabbed a new set of outfits from my closet, I could not help but realized how differently I would have turned out if Miyazawa-san was not at the same park as I was on that day. I immediately shook my head to stray away from such gloomy thoughts, and proceeded to the bathroom.


I put away my keys, cell phone and wallet in my pocket while I put on my shoes. I gave a once over at my apartment to made sure that everything was in its place before I left, and locked the door behind me. I took out my cell phone as I walked towards the elevator, and briefly debated whether I should give Atobe a heads-up that I would be coming, but decided that surprises are more fun.

With a chuckle to repress my excitement, I exited my apartment complex and headed towards Hyoutei Gakuen. I pushed away my bangs when it got into my face, and noticed that my hair was still damp from the shower earlier. I ran my hand through my hair once more to make sure that it stayed in its place.

I passed by the downtown Tokyo area, and saw many of the giant television screens were displaying my fragrance commercials. I immediately shook away the uncomfortable feeling to seeing blown up images my near nude self. It was disturbing for one.

I nearly ran when I saw the school, and headed towards the tennis courts since it was still afternoon practice time. True enough, I saw the regulars running whilst Atobe stood a few yards away from the track to oversee the practice.

'It sure brings back memories,' I said inwardly as I remembered my actions two years ago. I quickly shook the thought away as I crept up behind Atobe. I stood on my tiptoes and held onto his shoulder so that he would not turn around as I whispered in his ear.

"A long sigh overflows from your wet lips
Don't tease me since I can't endure it,"

I chuckled out loud when Atobe stiffened, and I let out an innocent smile when he turned around to glare at me.

"It's my new song," I supplied helpfully as he let out a twitch, and I gave a cheeky grin in response, "Don't tell me you're turned on by that,"

He did not say anything in retaliation as he let out another twitch, and shifted uncomfortably. Since he was standing next to the bleachers, I stood on the lowest one behind him, and continued with my fun.

"Raise your voice
I'll make you come like you're going to break

I'm going to make you feel even better"

I laughed yet again when he stood stiffly and looked uncomfortable. Atobe turned around to glare at me, but I just looked back at him innocently. "I'll be right back. You can lead the practice until I return," he muttered as he swiftly left the tennis courts, and headed towards the club locker room.

"Huh… I guess that turned him on," I mused quietly with a chuckle as I watched the regulars run their last lap. I looked around the area to find a makeshift microphone because there was no way I am going to raise my voice. I nearly let out a wide grin when I saw a plastic mega-horn.

When the regulars finished however many laps they were doing, they collapsed on the tennis courts, heaving and panting. I merely shook my head at their antics, and shouted through the mega-horn, "How long are you guys going to rest? Oshitari-Mukahi pair versus Shishido-Ootori pair on court A, Hiyoshi versus Taki on court B, the rest of you in court C, D, E, and F. Freshmen, be ready to pick up the balls,"

"Ehh! Jirou!? What are you doing here?" Mukahi immediately questioned as he and he rest of the regulars approached to me. "What happened to Atobe? Not that I care, but I felt compelled to ask," he added as an afterthought.

"He had a…problem to take care of," I responded as I scratched an invisible itch on my cheek. I let out a nervous laughter when Oshitari let out a knowing smirk, and did not say anything but he merely chuckled in amusement.

"Did you do something to make him have that problem?" Oshitari inquired with an eyebrow and a smirk still planted on his face. The rest of regulars looked at us with a mixture of aghast, and amusement that looked funny in my opinion.

"Maa… I guess you can say that. But I just shared a few lines of my work," I answered with a sheepish grin, and left the conversation at that since the semi-regulars did not know what my career is. "Oh yes, whoever loses has to run 50 laps," I added with an innocent smile and blatantly ignored the startled cries from nearly everyone.


"Man, Jirou," Mukahi complained as he, and the other regulars walked out of the locker room, already changed into their school uniforms. "You're such a slave driver," he mumbled as he readjusted the weight of his tennis gear.

"Hmm? Did you say something?" I asked as if I purposely did not hear his complaints, and let out a laughter when he looked like he was caught stealing a cookie from a cookie jar.

"So what are you doing here?" Shishido asked while he adjusted his cap, and then looked at me for an answer.

I simply shrugged in response before I stated, "I have some time off before my schedule is hectic again, so I thought I should come here and somehow wreck havoc,"

"Wreak havoc…" Atobe muttered with a twitch and an unnoticeable blush on his visage. It was as if he was remembering the earlier incident.

"Talking about wreaking havoc, your commercial," Oshitari started with a cough as if it was a forbidden topic, and commented, "It certainly is daring,"

"I know, isn't it?" I answered with a shrug and put my hands in my pocket. "But a lot of people are buying the products because of it," I added with a grin.

"So you don't mind posing like that?" Atobe asked with an eyebrow raised as he turned to glance at me.

I paused in my mid-step for a couple of seconds in surprised before I continued walking. "Actually, no, I don't mind. I thought I would; but, I can't always stay on the safe side if I want to make a name for myself," I responded nonchalantly and let out a smirk at befuddled expressions on the regulars.

"But…" Ootori stammered as he glanced at me with a frown.

"Jirou, you've changed," Atobe commented as he eyed at me with a frown planted on his usually arrogant expression.

I ran my hand through my hair, realizing that it was dry now, and exhaled softly. "I know, and I have to thank you for that," I responded in the same soft tone.