Hey, if you're a fan of Fushigi Yugi, you may recognize the trainer's name... -^_^-!
Chapter 2-
Training
"Ok, fake ID... check. All your cosmetics are in that purse. You have your pinhole camera in that pin, and the ear piece. Just keep some of your hair over it and we're just fine."
"What? I'm going under the name Jenny Smith?"
"It's... inconspicuous." Yuugi laughed nervously.
Seto grabbed Ryou's shoulder, catching his attention. "Ok we have permission from the director of the pageant. I will be going in with you as a... trainer of sorts."
"Aw, why do you get to go?" Yami sighed.
"Because we need people in there who won't stop and stare at women's physical anatomy every ten steps!" Seto sighed. "I also enlisted the help of Mr. Chou Ryuuen, an actual trainer. He would accompany you instead of me, except that we need more than one agent on the inside. Mr. Ryuuen?"
A young man entered. He had long braided purple hair and looked very feminine himself. "Just call me Chou. Ah yes. You must be Ryou- err, Jenny. Hm, the name seems to suit you at least. Ok, first, I will teach you to walk. Try."
Ryou took a few steps around the room.
"No, that's not right. Swing your hips a little, show off your natural feminine curves. Here, watch me."
He moved across the room, seeming to dance with grace.
"Why don't we just send him in? He's feminine enough."
"He's not an FBI agent, and plus... he's well-known in the world of pageantry. He'd be recognized."
Ryou mimicked Chou. His skirt swung slightly as he slowly walked across the room.
"Yes, you're floating. Floating on air."
"Yes, float Ryou, float."
"Shut up. I'm the one who has to dress like a girl."
"Ok, sit up tall, don't slouch. Good, you have naturally good posture. Hook you right ankle behind your left. And fold your hands gently in your lap."
Ryou started cracking up. "I feel like I'm Mia from the Princess Diaries!" He reached a hand in front of his face to cover his mouth.
"Yes, feel like you're a princess."
"Ok, you are treating me like I really am a girl. Frankly, I find it very funny." Ryou laughed again. "I feel so stupid..."
"Well, if I treat you like a female, you will act more like one." Chou put his logic into it.
"I don't have to wear the skirt other than training and the pageant, do I?" He looked at his group expectantly, who then looked at Chou.
"No." He shook his head.
"Thank god..." He sighed.
"Well, back to work. Let me see you wave and smile."
Ryou masked his face with a brilliant smile and waved, feeling foolish.
"Ok, wave lighter than that. Beautiful smile though."
"Thank you."
"And your voice works very well, very feminine already. Your work is partially cut out for you."
((A/N: JAPANESE VOICE! Very soft and well, female voice actor.))
"Ok, now, one question... who did your make up? It's... never mind. Just, come, let me do it. And you!" he pointed at Seto. "You're the one going as the assistant, correct?"
"Yes."
"You need to see how to do this."
"Ok..."
The three went into the bathroom.
"The foundation is put on wrong, on the wrong places. People's noses are usually the shiny part, and well, your natural skin color has been blotted out. And the blush, way too much."
Yami and Yuugi flushed.
"Your hair is nice though, I would recommend leaving it down. Very full-bodied and soft."
"Um... thank you?"
"Well, after we get you there, your 'trainer' will test you on other things. I'll be in contact, of course, but just not in there."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome. I'll be there to help you get to the place. Where is it this year?"
"Chicago."
"Ah... Ok, I'll call you the day before the orientation. Good bye." He made a quick wave and walked off. The door opened and closed a little while later.
"Ok, this is coming off!" Ryou tugged at the skirt and stripped it off.
"Ryou, bathroom! Bathroom!"
"Fine!" He came back out a few minutes later, back in his regular clothes. He messed up his hair and was wiping his face furiously. "There, that's better."
"Hey Ryou. I-I think you'll get this done right. You're a good agent, even if you're shuffled with me and... them." Seto nodded towards the others.
"Oh yeah, that's nice."
Yuugi grabbed his Yami's and Bakura's arms and dragged them out, closing the door behind them.
"Well, that's nice of you to say."
Seto just shrugged and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I dunno, you're just a really good friend and..."
"Yeah?" Ryou tinted a small, hopeful smile.
"And not very many male agents can wear a girl's uniform and look right in it."
Ryou's eyes narrowed as he grabbed Seto's wrist, twisted it, and threw him to the floor with a loud thud.
"Something hit the floor." Yami commented.
"Hm, things either got very violent, or hot." Bakura had his ear pressed up against the door.
Ryou then straddled Seto's waist, pinning his legs under his own, put a forearm under Seto's head, twisted his head to the side, and put his other arm over the neck, creating an effective choke. Hey, arms positioned over the arteries, it works.
"One more comment like that and I lean in."
Leaning in would lead to pressure on arteries, cutting them off and putting the victim to sleep.
"What would happen if I apologized?"
"All would be forgiven."
"Well, I'm not!" Seto sat up, using his arms to block the choke and bowled over on top of Ryou, pinning him down. He would have commenced a choke of his own, but Ryou's legs wrapped around his waist and locked in place, putting him in the guard position. Nonetheless, one could say it looked very disturbing.
Yami took a peek in. "Oh my god!" He slammed the door, eyes widened.
"You're doing pretty well, for someone entering the Miss United States Pageant." Seto smirked.
"I'm going to hurt you!" Ryou let go of the guard, allowing to Seto free himself and grab Ryou's arm, lay back, position it between his legs with his legs themselves pinning Ryou, position the back of the elbow on his upper leg and apply slight pressure. This move was called an arm bar. Putting enough pressure would hyperextend the elbow. And since Seto's legs pinned Ryou down, he couldn't get loose.
"Give up. I've got you."
"Not quite..." Ryou twisted his arm, ignoring the pain, and brought his legs up, kicking Seto in the ribs.
"Ow!" He released Ryou's arm.
Ryou stood. "Hah! I won! I won with simple grappling maneuvers. Think twice before trying that again!" He straightened his clothes, flicked back his hair casually, and walked out the room, throwing the door open.
Yuugi, Yami, and Bakura watched him pass, and then turned to Seto, who was lying on the floor still, poking his own ribs and muttering to himself.
"They weren't having sex!" Bakura growled at Yami.
"Well it looked like it!" Yami glared. "Ryou had him in the guard position. You try seeing him with his leg's wrapped around Kaiba's waist. And Kaiba leaning over to attempt to choke him didn't help either."
Yuugi walked into the room. "I don't think he's faring well."
Yami took this opportunity to do something he always wanted to. He picked up his foot and lightly kicked Seto in the ribs a few times.
"Ow! Damn it Yami, those are bruised now. All I need is for you to kick them too." He grimaced.
"How'd that happen?"
"Mr. United States." Seto mumbled.
"Ryou? Ryou beat you up?" Bakura started laughing.
"Shut up, you try getting him pissed off by saying he looks good in a dress."
"No thanks, I value my life."
Um, no, I didn't purposely make those fighting moves seem sexual, that's actually how you do them. Hey, it's an added bonus that my sensei happens to be a very cute college guy... -^_^- But I myself have been put into those locks and chokes many times, and have executed them. Ow... welcome to the art of grappling. Yep, guard position. You're on your back and your assailant is leaning over you. You get your legs on either side of their waist, and if done correctly, they can't lean in far enough to choke you. THAT is what multiple NC-17 fics have made me think of, and that is why I crack up in martial arts now whenever I put my sensei in that position.
And the Fushigi Yugi thing? Chou Ryuuen is Nuriko's real name. Suits the theme, neh?