I know...still not much D x D...people, be patient. ever hear of patience?? it's a virtue. I cant just say "oh they hate eachother and now they magically love each other all of a sudden", very sorry about that. Just wait and like...eat popcorn or something...go party, go adopt a child. As long as youre all entertained =D

If you don't remember, last chapter Satoshi went to kiss Daisuke…*cough*

Daisuke's POV

It's not like I didn't like Satoshi Hiwatari – that wasn't it at all. The problem was that I didn't like him in that kind of way, nor did I enjoy having my first kiss being stolen without my consent. Then I realized that I wasn't exactly struggling or pushing him away. He continued kissing me, somewhat clumsily, because nothing in my behaviour suggested that I was dying to throw him off me and beat his ass until he bled to death.

It wasn't until something wet pressed against my lips that I kicked the teenager in the stomach with my knee, screaming and tumbling off the couch to hide in a corner. I was shaking as if freezing from a cold wind as Hiwatari clutched his stomach in pain, his face flushed. He was biting his lip so much it bled, his eyes narrowed – whether he was mad at me or himself, I couldn't tell. I was praying my mother hadn't heard all the commotion. My father wouldn't care even if he heard.

"I…Niwa-kun…," Satoshi swallowed with difficulty as he stood up straight, wincing from the pain shooting from his stomach. I had kicked him pretty damn hard and was regretting it – a little – now. His eyes were like a window to his cracked, pained heart.

I tried to say something but my mind was as blank as a blank piece of paper.

"I don't know…what came over me," he managed to force out. I didn't know if I should go hug him or if that'd just be throwing gasoline into a roaring fire that was headed towards a very big forest. With, startled by the events that had taken place a few minutes ago, had curled up in my bed and was making soft cooing noises.

"Why did you do that?" I asked bluntly for the question was bugging me from the back of my mind. We had known each other for a little over a week so there was no way feelings for me had blossomed in his heart…right? Besides, no one fell in love with me. I was the weird, "queer" kid that took notes in class and was the regular target of paper airplanes and other such objects. I didn't go out on Friday nights or have very good taste in clothing. I hadn't even seen boobs yet at fifteen years old! I was a loser, a freak and a nerd. Satoshi was cool, calm, collected and was often hanging out with popular people when he wasn't with me. It must have been a mistake or worse: a dare.

"I…don't know," he answered with his bangs falling in front of his piercing eyes. I briefly wondered if he was crying.

"Did someone dare you?" I whispered.

"What? No! It's because I like you!"

I don't think he had any intention of saying that out loud; but he did. His face turned to the uttermost shade of red and I could see his shoulders shaking. I heard my mother walk in front of me door and stop, eavesdropping…and then left when she heard nothing suspicious or disturbing. I waited until she had walked off out of earshot to answer the confused teen.

"But I'm weird and unpopular and ugly. I just wanted a friend…," it was my turn to look down at the floor, pain flashing through my eyes. I felt Satoshi get closer and then his hand was placed hesitantly on my shoulder. It wasn't grabbing my shoulder; it was soft and hesitant and I knew he meant nothing but to comfort me so I let him be.

"You're not ugly and the other two are some of the reasons why I like you so much. Why don't you understand…"

And then he was gone. I felt his hand come off my shoulder and when I looked up, I was standing alone in the room. The window had been slid open stealthily and the curtains were flapping in the air uselessly as the wind blew into them. With kyued and scrambled over to me, jumping onto my shoulder and rubbing his nose in my neck. I stared at the window, feeling my heart drop into my stomach. I didn't love him but I didn't want to hurt him! Why did he have to fall in love with me of all people?

My mother knocked on the door and announced that supper was ready. I sighed wearily and made my way downstairs, dragging my feet along the floor before sitting down at the table. I felt empty, lifeless. Who was I to hurt another human being? What gave me the right to break his heart like that?

My mother placed a plate full of steaming pasta in front of me and my father before getting some for herself as well. My father glanced over at me through the corner of his eye and my mother cleared her throat.

"Daisuke, where's your friend? I make some for him too."

I winced and quickly thought of a reasonable excuse. I knew my father wouldn't buy it – he was incredibly observant in that way – but I was hoping my mother would swallow what I told her easily.

"His father wanted him home for 6 o'clock so he left. He said he was too late to bother saying goodbye so he left through the window."

My mother arched a brow but said nothing. I looked back down at my pasta, feeling very un-hungry. In fact I felt sick as if I'd just swallowed a worm. I didn't know I seemed physically sick as well until my mother commented on how pale I looked and, once I was done eating what little I could, she ordered me up to my room and forced me to drink a mouthful of foul-tasting liquid. I was still thinking about my first kiss when my eyes closed and I slipped peacefully into the world of dreams.

Later that week…

Normal POV again

The dreaded day had finally come. Students ran around the room holding clothes, makeup, shoes and stage accessories. Daisuke, along with the other seventeen boys of his class, were sitting at a table, too scared and horrified to bother bullying anyone. The girls had finished their pageant and had insisted to help with turning the boys into beautiful, graceful ladies. They were having too much fun in Daisuke's opinion. Some were probably hearty yaoi fans and wanted to see boys wearing dresses.

Satoshi was sitting as far away from the redhead as possible, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. Since that fateful day he'd been avoiding his redheaded friend like the plague, jumping behind lockers or hiding in trash cans so Daisuke wouldn't be able to see him. He was too embarrassed to face his friend anymore so he preferred to let his feelings die away like a neglected plant – even if he had to leave his friend alone and friendless again. Hiwatari was, in a way, selfish for that; he chose to ensure his own happiness and keep his pride instead of helping another in need. You may think he just wasn't really in love but believe me (I'm the author, I fucking know…), he did. He just didn't know what to do or how to handle it properly. There was no way he'd force the other boy to love him for he saw that as something rude and improper.

Daisuke watched his friend with sad eyes, feeling his heart clench in his chest again. The light-haired teenager was ignoring him and pretending he wasn't even there since he'd kissed Daisuke. Couldn't they just be friends? Daisuke often wondered if he should just pretend he loved him back to have a friend again. He found that he'd been used to Satoshi being there for him and that, now that he was gone, it was harder than before to bear the pain and loneliness.

Ms. Himiko entered the crowded classroom and bounced over to the table the boys were all gathered on and around. She gave everyone a bright, cheerful smile and was holding a clipboard in her hands.

"I'm so glad you all showed!" she said this as though she didn't know that everyone had been forced into it, "I have here a list of the people you'll be paired up with. Everyone is being paired up with a girl who will help you get dressed. I know you may not think it's important to win but…the school has decided that the winner gets a super fun prize!"

That caught everyone's attention. All the boys were quiet now, curiosity getting the better of them. Daisuke gulped and shifted in his seat until a nearby bow hit him in the shin and told him to stop fidgeting.

"The winner of the male cross-dressing pageant gets a free trip to a vacation resort on a big island with four other students of his choice! Three days, all expenses paid, all the freedom you could wish for," she winked and everyone knew what she meant. Instantly all the boys were chattering about how to turn themselves into the most convincing girl possible. Someone even asked if he could do a bathing suit appearance. The teacher seemed pleased by everyone's enthusiasm and began to name out everyone's partners. Satoshi was paired with Freedert and Argentine with Riku. Dark, as pompous-looking as ever, was paired with a curious-looking girl named Towa who smiled at him but didn't seem smitten with him at all. Dark looked very displeased about that. Daisuke wanted to laugh; someone was finally saying no to Dark.

"And Daisuke you'll be paired up with Risa. I think that's all," she said as she went over the list again. Daisuke was frozen in his seat and he heard Dark snicker, saying something about going crazy and him wanting to off himself by the end of the day.

The girls came in and Daisuke saw Risa coming over to him with a disappointed look on her face. She was holding a bright yellow makeup kit and a huge bag probably filled with clothes and other girly accessories. Riku patted her sister's back before skipping over to a smirking Argentine. It was clear that he wanted to win and that he would be bringing four girls to the resort. Or, maybe three girls plus Dark.

"Just so you know, it was a random draw," Risa sniffed as she reached Daisuke. He nodded and stayed silent.

Risa took out a purple dress from her bag as well as purple heels – which were frighteningly high – and headband. Risa stared at him up and down for a while before ordering him to strip down to his boxers in front of everyone. Daisuke blushed and was hit with a hairdryer when he didn't strip fast enough for Risa. And so he took off his white school shirt before shakily wiggling out of his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them and suddenly felt like everyone was looking at him, including Dark.

"Well look at that, Princess Niwa has got quite a nice body," a boy whispered with hate. What confused Daisuke was that, behind that hateful tone was a note of confusion and admiration. What was going on?

"Hmmm, yeah, he's probably good at giving head too," it was Dark who talked now, "Too bad it'd be friggen' disgusting to have his mouth anywhere near me. Probably infected dozens of poor, innocent men by now-"

"I'M NOT GAY YOU PRICK, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Everyone stared at him with pure shock written across their foreheads. He was facing the entire class, face flushed, hands curled into tight fists and muscles bunched as if ready to spring onto someone. Dark's eyes, for once, did express awe and he seemed to be holding his breath as if thinking the same thing over and over in his head: "what the hell just happened?".

And slowly people returned to their activities, taking great care not to come anywhere near Daisuke. Risa, being the avid fan girl that she was, was completely horrified that Daisuke had dared talk to her precious Dark in that tone that she began to pull his hair out with a comb and making the corset of the dress so tight that he couldn't breathe without it being painful. She forced him into the heels aggressively and tied the straps tight so they dig into the young boy's pale skin. Then there was the makeup. She lifted a brush slowly, dipped it in powder and slowly inched it towards the horrified teenager's face.

What Risa didn't realize was that she was quite a natural at putting on makeup and making herself pretty. So while she was distracted by her anger towards him her hands were working automatically. If she had thought about for a second (although she'd have to have a brain then right? Oh well…) she would have gotten her revenge by messing up his whole makeover. But Risa was stupid and so when she was finished, and the wig had been pulled over Daisuke's head, he looked like a girl. A very pretty girl. Maybe even a hot girl. Risa stared at him, her mouth agape and her pride going into overload. All she think was "DESTROY COMPETITION".

Daisuke stared at himself in the mirror, eyes wide. Risa had picked out a blonde wig for him and the long, silky locks cascaded down his back like ribbons. The curls weren't exaggerated but they seemed alive and bright.

"Geez, I'd date myself," he laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head with one hand. Risa was petrified and unconsciously nodded. He was ready and just in time too; Ms. Himiko came in and ordered all the boys to get into a single file line in front of her without pushing, shoving or cat-fighting. When everyone was in line, she passed out a piece of paper to everyone and asked them to write their real names and their made-up girl name on it. Daisuke frowned, trying to find a girl name that resembled his own just a little…

Dai, he scribbled onto the piece of paper. (A/N: there's seriously no other name in Japanese that starts with D.) Ms. Himiko snatched it out of his hand and walked out of the room, expecting us to follow.

There weren't just the girls and the students from the other grades; they had invited some parents as well. Thankfully Daisuke's mom had thought it to be a joke and wasn't there. But the room was packed and the teachers were passing out refreshments and snacks. Daisuke wasn't the only one to be suddenly very nervous; he saw Satoshi look at the floor and shut his legs shut completely in his shirt skirt that showed off surprisingly strong, limber legs. The girls had put some kind of sticky substance on the boys' legs so it would look as though they were shaved.

"Okay, let's start the pageant!" Ms. Himiko had snuck up to the microphone in the middle of the stage and smiled down at the crowd. It wasn't a mystery anymore who had suggested the pageant to the student council, "The first contestant is a lovely young lass named Sakae. She likes long walks on the beach and smelling sunflower."

Saehara, one of the boys in my class, strutted onto the stage like a true pageant queen ready to win. He lifted one leg up, causing his skirt to ride up awfully high on his thighs, and blew a kiss at the student council (a.k.a the judging panel). The students clapped and a few girls whistled in excitement. The yaoi fans were becoming more and more clear.

"Thank you Sakae, you can return in the arms of your beloved now!" Ms. Himiko was getting awfully caught up in all the excitement, "Next is Sayomi. She enjoys eating candy – but not too much, she's delicate about her figure! – and likes being kissed in the neck."

Satoshi was pushed into stage and he slugged over to the center of the stage, face flushed and his hands desperately trying to pull the skirt down so it would hide more of his legs. The last part had obviously thrown him off mental balance but Ms. Himiko ignored his discomfort. There was a large amount of cheering from the girls down below and Satoshi was almost running when it was time to get off the stage. Ms. Himiko said goodbye to Hiwatari and introduced another dozen or so students until there was no one left but Daisuke, Dark and Argentine. Dark was busy talking with Argentine and hadn't, in the whole time, so much as glanced at Daisuke.

"Now our next contestant is none other than the sexy, slutty Dark…ette! She enjoys fornicating in all places except in conventional places and prefers tampons over pads. Everyone give her a warm welcome!"

Dark walked onto the stage just like Saehara: like he owned the place. Then again, he might as well have. Everyone cheered madly and whistled as he pushed up his dress seductively and hooked his hand into the corset of his dress, pretending to lower it a little. He gave the crowd a girly but still infuriatingly sexy smile. Even Ms. Himiko seemed to fall in love with the man. He took an unusually long amount of time on the stage, feeding off the admiration of his fans. Daisuke felt his heart plummet again for he knew no one would cheer for him. After all, he was…Daisuke. Plain old Daisuke. When Dark disappeared it was Argentine's turn and finally it was Daisuke's.

"Last but not least, Dai! She enjoys…uh…wearing colourful socks and reading books under the warm sunlight. Everyone…yeah…clap, or something," she sounded detached and uninterested all of a sudden.

Daisuke stumbled onto the stage, blushing madly and fumbling with the hem of his dress. The spotlight blinded him and he almost tripped again on his way to the center of the stage. No one was reacting. Not a breath, not a whisper. He stared down at his feet – which were throbbing painfully from the too-tight shoes – and willed himself to disappear at that moment. Then someone talked.

"Whoa, that's…a real girl? She's amazing," a boy whispered with love-struck eyes. Daisuke's eyes shot open and he stared at the crowd that suddenly erupted in comments and shouts.

"Isn't that an all-boy pageant? No fair! The boys are just going to lose," a girl pouted.

"Ms. Himiko, that girl's cheating! That's not a boy it's a girl."

And suddenly all the girls were glaring at him while the boys were smiling seductively up at him. Daisuke opened his mouth to contest but Ms. Himiko cut him off as she unfolded the pieces of paper they'd filled out earlier.

"No no, the boys all write their real names on a piece of paper. Dai, Dai, where are you…? Oh! There…what's this? There's only "Dai" written here. Young lady! Get off the stage, that's cheating. This is for boys only."

Daisuke watched in horror as the teacher shooed him off the stage and the girls supported her decision. He saw Risa stand in the crowd and she said nothing; she simply watched with a sweet smile adorning her face. Riku was frowning as if recognizing him a little and he could see that Satoshi's eyes were wide open as he saw his friend being accused of being a real girl.

"N-no! It's me…A boy…my name is-"

"Get off!" It was Risa who had yelled and thrown her shoe at Daisuke's head. He ducked just in time but the shoe caused him to lose his balance and topple off the stage clumsily. He heard the whispers of the crowd even more now and the judging panel scrapping his name off the list. Why did this happen? Whatever he did he was always…different.

He sat up and stood next to the curtains, hidden from view but still able to hear what was going on. The judges deliberated for a few minutes and the participants were called back up on the stage. There was a wave of applause before the student council president stood up, clearing his throat as if about to decide of something important. The crowd fell silent.

"The winner of the all-male cross-dressing pageant is none other than…Dark Mousy!"

When he heard the dark-haired teen begin to boast about his win, Daisuke slipped out of the room and ran out of the room, neglecting to take off his dress, shoes or makeup.

Yay chapter four done...Ive neglected my homework in order to write but wtv, school is bawring anyway except for lunch, breaks and after school. If you have any ideas how to make the story better, please do tell. I cant promise anything but it may miraculously happen. so try haha