WOOHOO! Cross-Dressing Contest FTW! This is gonna be fun! Expect some (a lot) of clothing descriptions 'cause it ain't cross-dressing until you see WHAT THE HELL they are wearing! Ah, I'm happy~, and I think I'll go back to the main plot after this chapter; unless I think of something else. BTW, watch Towa no Quon. It's an awesome anime!

"Setsuna, this school is really strange isn't it?" Tieria asked. The reason for his question was a bright colored announcement on school bulletin screen. The bulletin took up almost an entire wall and anything could be added by anyone. This led to what many what teachers called "incidents."

However this attention grabbing ad was no incident. It was a flat out official school event. What was it? A cross-dressing contest. Setsuna went to Tieria's side.

"What's cross-dressing?"

Tieria refused to answer the question and almost had a brain hemmorage when he saw what the first place prize was.

One thousand dollars of pure spending money with no strings attached.

In cash.

"What the hell? I swear everyone in this school has way too much free time," he muttered.

He hadn't realized that Lyle was part of that group until lunch.

"So, Tieria, why don't you enter the cross dressing contest?"

Said person promptly choked on his food. Then retorted harshly with un-repeatable language.

"Sorry, sorry! Didn't think you were so sensitive about this kind of stuff."

"You have no idea what I went through when I was younger."

"I need the money though."

Everyone at the table immediately became suspicious.

"Why?" Allelujah asked threateningly. Setsuna glanced at Allelujah in surprise. Had something like this happened before? Even Lyle suddenly became reluctant to speak.

"Well, I kinda…"

"YOU WHAT!" Alleluajh yelled.

Setsuna had stopped mid-bite and felt sick.

"I hired someone to find out who caused the bombing that killed my family."

Allelujah and Tieria realized that Setsuna was probably feeling more than a couple of butterflies in his stomach stabbing away with little knives.

"Um, are you sure?" Tieria asked warily.

"What do you mean?"

"You could've been scammed."

"Don't worry, I've got some, personal contacts."

"You have no idea how shady that sounds."

"It's legit."

Setsuna forced himself to calm down and remember there was no way the bombing could be traced back to him, especially since he didn't even do it.

"Oh well, if you won't do it, Setsuna, care to volunteer?"

Well, technically, he was safe if Lyle really was investigating everything, but if he refused, it would be suspicious as hell. Especially because he was from Krugis; not that Lyle was racist! It was just that he probably knew someone from the KPSA did it, and he was, well, from where the KPSA originated, so that was not in his favor-oh god he was so epically screwed.

"Ah, um, alright…"

Lyle gave a small cheer.

"Thanks a lot!"

Setsuna gave Tieria and Allelujah helpless looks.

"What's cross-dressing?"

They stared at him.

"S-setsuna," Allelujah began shakily, "cross-dressing is when a boy dresses like a girl or a girl dresses like a boy."

He felt like a rock had been dropped in his stomach. He stared back at them as if they were distorted carnival mirrors. This was bad.

"Then, where do we start?"

Thankfully, Feldt decided to go shopping with him to help. She did bring along Allelujah and Lyle for help, but decided to exclude Tieria. Pink cardigans were just… no.

"First thing we need are extensions," she observed, "and makeup."

Setsuna seemed to be taking the shock and humility remarkably well, but still glanced pleadingly at his friends. Lyle was acting weird too. When Feldt offered to help, he had given Setsuna a strange look again. The two shrugged.

"Can't he use your makeup?" Lyle puzzled.

Feldt shook her head.

"No, sharing makeup is a health hazard."

"Never knew that," Lyle muttered.

As they enterd the store it was very, very, awkward. The chatter in the store hadn't decreased, but they could feel a few stares and the majority of customers in the shop were women or girls. What they didn't know was that a beautiful girl and three young, strong, and attractive teenage boys were definitely going to be pure eye-candy for most of the young women in the shop.

"Sorry you're going to have to pay for this," Alleluajah sighed.

"Don't worry, it'll be worth it to see Setsuna all pretty on the stage," she said demurely. The trio was slightly in shock. Feldt did not seem like that kind of person. Setsuna was even beginning to wonder if she had a sadistic streak in her. Lyle frowned and glanced at Setsuna. Again.

"You have nice lashes," she said as she looked over the mascara, and picked up one for extreme volume and length, "we need to emphasize that." Then she went over all the foundation, liquid foundation, concealer, blush, lipstick(?), lip liner(?), powder, eye shadow, gel eyeliner, and even highlighter(?).

"Oh god," Allelujah muttered with a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing too loudly.

"She's picking an eyelash curler now," Lyle noticed with some amusement as she dragged Setsuna to all the different sections. His expression turned dark at how she was tightly clutching Setsuna's limp wrist. Allelujah knew better than to bother Lyle right now. He was in a bad and possibly painful mood right now.

The extensions were easy enough since Setsuna just had black hair. Feldt however decided to buy a strong brush for taming his hair.

Now they were onto clothes. Setsuna's theories of her having a sadistic streak were more-or-less confirmed when she picked out for him black and white striped stockings that went up to his mid-thigh.

"Isn't this, too much?"

"No," she replied, sublime as ever, "you have nice legs."

Then came the dress. That was when Setsuna was seriously suggesting to opt out. Lyle however had repeatedly told him how he'd be in debt if he didn't win. So he admitted defeat to Feldt. It was, of all things, a strapless dress, that luckily had an elastic instead of a zipper. The skirt barely brushed the a little bit more than an inch below his mid-thigh and fluttered over the stockings. It was cute, Feldt had said, but Setsuna wasn't well versed in this kind of… stuff. The dress was mostly white, hemmed with intricate black lace and a cute blue bow over the center of the chest.

"But I don't have…" he gestured to his chest.

"We'll sew in padding, now go try everything on," she said and pushed him in a dressing room. Allelujah and Lyle did their best to block curious stares.

When Setsuna came out, many people stared. So that boy really was a girl, huh. Only three people knew the truth. Lyle and Allelujah burst out laughing. Feldt gave a small smile.

"You look cute."

The dress suited his thin frame and his collarbones and neck were well defined. The stockings made his legs seem a bit longer too.

The shoes had taken some time to pick. In the end Feldt chose some black, strappy ankle high boots with buckles. It had a wedge heel that wasn't too extreme so he should be fine.

They were READY.

The day of the contest.

As soon as Setsuna stepped onto the stage with long, glossy locks, makeup, and a cute outfit the crowd went wild. The only time that really raised any problems was the high heels race. As he ran, the skirt of his dress inevitably hiked up and any particularly large steps flashed his boxers. It was embaressing to say the least. At least he won. The money was promptly handed over to Lyle and all was solved.

Lyle re-read and re-read the contents of the envelope. The kid responsible for the bombing was dead too. It had been a suicide bombing. His hands crushed the papers.

"Lyle?"

"What!" he shouted at Feldt. She had simply knocked on his door.

"Is something wromg?"

"Everything!"

She trembled at his harsh tone.

"Tell me what's wrong? I'm your girlfriend now…" she trailed off weakly.

"YOU! You've been clinging on to Setsuna this entire time! What am I? Just a distraction, something to amuse yourself with!"

"NO!" she screamed. She had never cried out so loudly before.

"Liar! That's it! I'm breaking up with you!"

He didn't mean to say that. It was just that, all that had happened, he couldn't stand her anymore; couldn't love her.

Feldt was in shock. She pulled her hands off the cool metal of the door. He had severed their relationship, without even looking her in the face. The tears came and she ran off, forcing the sobs to stay quiet and discreet. Lyle sat in his chair dumbly, reading the words 'suicide bombing' over and over.

That's it! The end of the chapter! Next one's going to be a camping trip! Last omake, I promise!

And as for Feldt and Lyle's relationship, it's ruined. Trust me.