Kinda Like Yugioh-Style Miss Congeniality...

AU. Seto, Yuugi, Yami, Ryou, and Bakura work for the FBI in America. There's a bomb threat in the Miss America Beauty Pageant, and they need to find a way in. Problem is, no one's had contact with Anzu or Mai, and Isis is in Japan still. Oh, what to do...

This was brought on by hours of watching Miss Congeniality and reading the episode summaries to Fushigi Yugi. I love Nuriko-chan... even if he does pretend to be a girl... **sigh** It's basically based on Miss Congeniality, cept, well, cross-dressing...

Yami=Yami Yuugi ~ Ryou=Ryou Bakura ~ Bakura=Yami Bakura

Would I go a fic without Seto/Ryou? I mean, really! And, if you've seen Japanese Yugioh, imagine the Japanese voice. I like his Japanese voice, cute and childish and soft. His laugh is funny though, sharp intakes of gasping air. Sounds funny, but is so cute!

Chapter 1-

Mission

Seto pushed his way through crowds.

People grimaced slightly at the young agent.

He purposely let people hit his metal briefcase, just so they'd move out of his way. He wouldn't let his precious package get touched by anyone.

He sighed as he kicked the door slightly, hands too full to open it.

Ryou opened the door and took the briefcase.

"You got it?" Yami asked, looking at the bag in Seto's hand.

"Yep." Seto set the bag on the table.

"Seto, did you use your badge to get it?" Ryou asked, groaning at the weight of the suitcase, holding onto it with both hands. He's gotta be strong, carrying this thing around all day.

"Well..."

"Seto..." Ryou shook his head.

Bakura started shuffling through the bag. "Who cares how he got it?" He grabbed a cup.

Yami sighed happily, taking a drink. "Starbucks... thank the gods of Egypt for this!"

Seto picked up a cup and turned to Ryou. "Lemme see, I'll trade you the briefcase for the hot chocolate."

"Done." Ryou all but dropped the case with a clatter.

Seto picked up the suitcase with one hand and handed him the drink with another.

"Arigato." Ryou smiled sweetly.

"Hn." Seto then picked his up and blew on it slightly, taking a sip.

They had regulars at the Starbucks a few blocks down. Seto was well known there, given he was always sent as the coffee boy.

"Ok, onto the mission for today." Yuugi picked up the folder. "Ooh, you guys might like this one."

"What?" Bakura asked.

"The Miss United States Pageant."

"Ah..." There were a lot of nods.

"We'll take it." Yami smirked.

"You don't even know the assignment!" Yuugi stated. "Plus, we're stuck with it anyway. Kaiba, how many people have you pissed off?"

"How many people have I shoved with my briefcase to bring you warm coffee?" He retaliated.

"I offered to come with you." Ryou interjected.

"What is it?" Bakura asked.

"Bomb threat. Need FBI agents to guard the place on the inside."

"Judging?"

"No... does anyone know if we can contact Anzu or Mai?"

"Oh, THAT kind of inside job?"

"And they gave us this why...?"

"Probably because they knew we had no female agents with us."

"No one's heard from either of them in a long time." Came the answer to the location question.

"And we're stuck with this?"

"Yep."

There was a massive sigh.

"So, we need someone very feminine, whom we have close contact to."

"There's an opening for Texas, the candidate from there got food poisoning at a Tex-Mex fast food joint. Entry position isn't a problem."

Yami Bakura thought hard. "Someone petite, feminine, skinny, not too tall. Pretty too, or maybe cute. We're all out of options!" But then his mind clicked. His eyes led many others in one direction.

"Um... I-I don't like how everyone's staring at me." Ryou said weakly.

Seto took Ryou to the closest mall to find makeup that actually went with him. Very hard for a guy to do. The whole group would have gone, but that would be conspicuous. Also, some clothes that may fit. They didn't exactly try it on there.

"Now go in and change!"

"No! I don't see why I'm doing this!"

"Ryou, you're the only one here who looks like a girl! And you act a lot like a damsel in distress anyway."

"I'm not wearing this!"

"Yes, you are." Bakura shoved his aibou into the bathroom that connected to the master bedroom. Seto's actually-he paid for the majority of the bills. "Get changed."

"No."

"Fine then." Bakura grabbed his aibou's arm and dragged him in, the door slamming behind him.

"Uh oh..."

A couple of bloodcurdling screams and crashes later, the door opened. Bakura dragged at his aibou's arm. "Come on."

"No!"

"Yes!" he gave one last tug and Ryou came into the doorway.

Yami, Seto, and Yuugi's eyes widened.

Ryou flushed lightly. He was wearing a default sailor-style school uniform, skirt at his mid-thighs. He actually looked cute. He even had the shoes on.

"Ok, good. Good." Seto snapped out of his trance. "Now, make up and..."

"I have to wear the falsies?"

"Yes."

"No!"

Bakura held up a brush and started attacking his aibou's hair. "Gomen, we need your hair to be neater."

Yami grabbed the bags of cosmetics and everyone shoved Ryou back into the bathroom and closed the door.

"Ok, pale pink lipstick..."

"Take a little shine out."

"Use some blush for those cheeks."

"Ryou, keep your fingers still! It's hard to paint them like this!"

"Ack, I can't believe you and I share a form, your hair!"

Half an hour later, Ryou stood there, looking like a pretty school girl. His hair flowed smoothly over his shoulders and down to right above his waist. His bangs were soft on his forehead, curving back to behind his ears.

"Ok, one last thing."

"NO! Really, no. No-no-no. I look enough like a girl without those!"

Hm, feel sorry for Ryou? I do. It would make him feel better If you reviewed... ok, maybe it'd just make me feel better.