Chapter Three~ Ryou.
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My yami slams the door, giggling insanely in that hot way that always gives me the shivers. Drooool. Slurp. I exit from the bathroom, and cock my head to the side cutely.
"AAH! Gods, Ryou, you don't even look good like that!" He grins, and I put on a fake display of hurt pride. I force my voice high.
"Why, Bakura, don't you think I look pretty as a girl?"
"NO! It's perfect, though! Straight guys will REALLY get the hots for you!" I smile deviously.
"E-e-e-excellent!" I hiss, mocking Mr. Burns from that American TV show, the Simpsons.
"Okay, now you're scaring me!" Bakura-sama mocks, and I swing my hips as I glide over to him.
"Good. You SHOULD be scared. I'm a bitchy eeevil seductress!"
"You couldn't seduce me in drag if my balls depended on it."
"Oh, darn." I giggle girlishly, and he shudders. Waving at him, I exit. "Bai-bai, Bakura-sama!"
The mall. Perfect. All sorts of guys. In my stuffed spaghetti-strap tank top and mini-skirt, no one recognizes me. And why should they? I don't even look albino, anymore, thanks to the darker makeup I've put on all visible skin. My hair is now platinum-blonde, and my lips cherry-red. My legs, already smooth, didn't need to be shaved, and they are being revealed VERY much. Ugh. My thighs are FREEZING!
"Hey, sweetie. New in town?"
"Yes, I'm meeting my cousins! I'm Rhea, from England!"
I force my accent to sound like an English girl with poor Japanese skills, and the guy buys it. "Well, I'm Daikusi. Maybe I can show you around Domino?"
"I'm sorry, my cousins will be here any second! But it was nice to meet you, Daikusi!" I give a preppy little wave, but he grabs my arm.
"Wait! Are you sure? 'Cause you're a really cute girl, and I want to get to know you better!"
"I'm really sorry, but I need to go. Maybe I'll see you around!" And he looks dejected as I skip lightly away.
I walk to the food court, and I see them. My "cousins." Yugi and Marik. Yugi, in a female's school uniform, and Marik in a pair of overalls, one strap undone, and a skimpy red midriff shirt that says "99% Devil" in English. I wave enthusiastically, and we jump all over one another excitedly.
"Rhea! So good to see you! Did you get from the airport OK?" Marik, a master at voice-changing, sounds like a near-adult woman.
"Yeah, the directions you gave me were great, Marissa! How's school going, Kiki?" It was the only name Yugi could think of, OK?
"Not too great. My grades dropped when I got sick." His voice sounds like that of a deep adolescent female's, throaty and sort of like it's meant to be seductive. His green eyes- he's wearing contacts- look honestly depressed, and the glitter makeup on his eyelashes makes him look (grossly) cute.
"Ohhh, I'm sooo sorry!" I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and he cuddles me like a teddy bear. I stroke his hair- pulled into a poofy ponytail and his bangs dyed to match the rest of the hair.
"Aw, that's so cute!" I hear a loud masculine voice, and we all look up, giving the most innocent look we can.
"Oh, hello! My cousin was just telling me about her grades." "Kiki" nods, and the guy smiles.
"Well, if you're having trouble with your grades, I can help! I'm a tutor!"
"Well, it's not really the fact that I need help, it's the fact that I got behind when I got sick. I can do it!" He puts a perky lilt in his voice, and I feel like I'm going to hurl if he makes himself any more girly.
"Hey, that's great! You just keep up that attitude, and you can do anything! Hey, I'm Miko. Could I have your phone number?"
Yugi smiles, but behind it I see a glint of mischief. "Sure! It's 869-3752!" He blurts it out quickly- a bogus one, of course, and the guy hurries to write it down.
"-3572?"
"No, 3725!" He deliberately changes it from what he had first said.
"3275?"
"No, 3257!" His speed makes it impossible to get it down.
"3527?"
"5372!"
"I could have sworn the first number was 3."
"No, the first number was 8!"
"What?"
"369-8572!"
"What? I had the first number as 8!"
"No, I- oh, wait. That's my OLD number. Let me see if I have my NEW number with me!" He fumbles in his purse, but the guy walks away, frustrated with the confusion. Quietly, Yugi mutters, "Yes!"
We get smoothies, and walk around for a while, before our next victims arrive. "Konnichi-wa, bishojo!"
"Konnichi-wa!" We sing it in unison, and give our "cutest" smiles. I slurp on my smoothie innocently, and the guy walks up to Marik.
"What's your name, little one?"
"Ma- Marissa!" Man, does Marik act flustered well or what?
"I'm Kawaniki. Maybe I could get you another one of those smoothies?"
"No, thanks. If I have too many, I get brainfreeze."
"Oh, then maybe some hot cocoa?"
"Mmm, that sounds so good! Let me down my smoothie, OK?"
Marik takes the guy- a relatively sensible seeming guy- by the arm, and I shout at him, "We'll be in the arcade, OK?" He looks back and nods as they walk away.
In the arcade, I step up to the Dance Dance Revolution machine, and put in my tokens. I look confused at the songs, and choose the hardest one, MAX300. I begin to try to follow the arrows, but I quickly- and intentionally- fall off. I am caught by a young man, about my age, and I cry out, "Oh!"
"Are you OK?" I nod, and look up at him, wide-eyed.
"It's just my first time playing it! I didn't know it would be so hard!"
"Well, it's actually pretty easy, if you don't choose the worst one. That one is nearly impossible, especially for a beginner. Here, let me show you how." He steps onto the panels, and picks a slow one. "The lower this number," he points to the tempo, "and the fewer of these feet there are, the easier it is. It's usually best to start off on a really slow one." He begins to dance, and I pretend to be lovestruck as he finishes.
"Oh, that was so good! You're really great!"
"Aw, not really. I'm a beginner too, but I've watched a lot of people play it."
"You're a beginner? Wow! Could you help me out?"
"I'll do what I can!" He blushes, and I smile gratefully as he helps me onto the machine. Immediately, I go to MAX300 again. "Oh, no! That's not really a good idea! Be careful!" But I don't hold back, this time. I'm a real DDR pro, and I could do Afronova on hard in my sleep. My feet flying, I close my eyes, for I know the moves by heart. When I finish, the boy is blue from holding his breath. "Holy-! A perfect combo!" To show off my stamina, for the second level, I pick the same song.
"I guess all I had to do was get the hang of it!" By now, a crowd has gathered, and I begin to get flashy. I swing my hips, do kicks whenever I can fit them in, and even cross my legs to step on the opposite side. I arch my back as the crowd roars, and once again start up on MAX300, but this time, I decide to be a wiseass. I grab a scarf I had packed in my purse, and tie it around my eyes to prove I'm not looking. I turn around, to make it so I have to go in reverse. And I cross my arms, to hinder my balance. I still execute a perfect dance, and laugh as I tear the blindfold off. The crowd is completely silent, and I stun them even more by the fact that I've not even broken a sweat. I wink, and step off of the machine.
"Wow. That sort of makes it futile to try to beat that!" The boy follows me out of the arcade, looking like he's about to begin worshiping me. "Are you sure you've never done that?"
"Yep!" I smile proudly, and he blinks.
"Boy, I think I'm more exhausted than you are!"
"Maybe! Thanks for showing me that!"
"Wait! Can I get your phone number?"
"I'm sorry, I'm from England. I don't have a phone number here!"
"Oh, sorry. Maybe I could see you again?"
"I don't know, you might not want to."
"I do!"
"Are you sure?" I raise an eyebrow, and a corner of my mouth twitches in amusement.
"Yeah!"
"Really?" I use my normal voice, and he freezes.
"Wha-? Is- is that your real voice?" I nod, and he gulps. "You- you're a guy!"
"So?"
"I- uh, I'm- uh, I'm STRAIGHT!"
"And I'm taken." And with this, I stroll out of the mall, swinging my hips girlishly.
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My yami slams the door, giggling insanely in that hot way that always gives me the shivers. Drooool. Slurp. I exit from the bathroom, and cock my head to the side cutely.
"AAH! Gods, Ryou, you don't even look good like that!" He grins, and I put on a fake display of hurt pride. I force my voice high.
"Why, Bakura, don't you think I look pretty as a girl?"
"NO! It's perfect, though! Straight guys will REALLY get the hots for you!" I smile deviously.
"E-e-e-excellent!" I hiss, mocking Mr. Burns from that American TV show, the Simpsons.
"Okay, now you're scaring me!" Bakura-sama mocks, and I swing my hips as I glide over to him.
"Good. You SHOULD be scared. I'm a bitchy eeevil seductress!"
"You couldn't seduce me in drag if my balls depended on it."
"Oh, darn." I giggle girlishly, and he shudders. Waving at him, I exit. "Bai-bai, Bakura-sama!"
The mall. Perfect. All sorts of guys. In my stuffed spaghetti-strap tank top and mini-skirt, no one recognizes me. And why should they? I don't even look albino, anymore, thanks to the darker makeup I've put on all visible skin. My hair is now platinum-blonde, and my lips cherry-red. My legs, already smooth, didn't need to be shaved, and they are being revealed VERY much. Ugh. My thighs are FREEZING!
"Hey, sweetie. New in town?"
"Yes, I'm meeting my cousins! I'm Rhea, from England!"
I force my accent to sound like an English girl with poor Japanese skills, and the guy buys it. "Well, I'm Daikusi. Maybe I can show you around Domino?"
"I'm sorry, my cousins will be here any second! But it was nice to meet you, Daikusi!" I give a preppy little wave, but he grabs my arm.
"Wait! Are you sure? 'Cause you're a really cute girl, and I want to get to know you better!"
"I'm really sorry, but I need to go. Maybe I'll see you around!" And he looks dejected as I skip lightly away.
I walk to the food court, and I see them. My "cousins." Yugi and Marik. Yugi, in a female's school uniform, and Marik in a pair of overalls, one strap undone, and a skimpy red midriff shirt that says "99% Devil" in English. I wave enthusiastically, and we jump all over one another excitedly.
"Rhea! So good to see you! Did you get from the airport OK?" Marik, a master at voice-changing, sounds like a near-adult woman.
"Yeah, the directions you gave me were great, Marissa! How's school going, Kiki?" It was the only name Yugi could think of, OK?
"Not too great. My grades dropped when I got sick." His voice sounds like that of a deep adolescent female's, throaty and sort of like it's meant to be seductive. His green eyes- he's wearing contacts- look honestly depressed, and the glitter makeup on his eyelashes makes him look (grossly) cute.
"Ohhh, I'm sooo sorry!" I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and he cuddles me like a teddy bear. I stroke his hair- pulled into a poofy ponytail and his bangs dyed to match the rest of the hair.
"Aw, that's so cute!" I hear a loud masculine voice, and we all look up, giving the most innocent look we can.
"Oh, hello! My cousin was just telling me about her grades." "Kiki" nods, and the guy smiles.
"Well, if you're having trouble with your grades, I can help! I'm a tutor!"
"Well, it's not really the fact that I need help, it's the fact that I got behind when I got sick. I can do it!" He puts a perky lilt in his voice, and I feel like I'm going to hurl if he makes himself any more girly.
"Hey, that's great! You just keep up that attitude, and you can do anything! Hey, I'm Miko. Could I have your phone number?"
Yugi smiles, but behind it I see a glint of mischief. "Sure! It's 869-3752!" He blurts it out quickly- a bogus one, of course, and the guy hurries to write it down.
"-3572?"
"No, 3725!" He deliberately changes it from what he had first said.
"3275?"
"No, 3257!" His speed makes it impossible to get it down.
"3527?"
"5372!"
"I could have sworn the first number was 3."
"No, the first number was 8!"
"What?"
"369-8572!"
"What? I had the first number as 8!"
"No, I- oh, wait. That's my OLD number. Let me see if I have my NEW number with me!" He fumbles in his purse, but the guy walks away, frustrated with the confusion. Quietly, Yugi mutters, "Yes!"
We get smoothies, and walk around for a while, before our next victims arrive. "Konnichi-wa, bishojo!"
"Konnichi-wa!" We sing it in unison, and give our "cutest" smiles. I slurp on my smoothie innocently, and the guy walks up to Marik.
"What's your name, little one?"
"Ma- Marissa!" Man, does Marik act flustered well or what?
"I'm Kawaniki. Maybe I could get you another one of those smoothies?"
"No, thanks. If I have too many, I get brainfreeze."
"Oh, then maybe some hot cocoa?"
"Mmm, that sounds so good! Let me down my smoothie, OK?"
Marik takes the guy- a relatively sensible seeming guy- by the arm, and I shout at him, "We'll be in the arcade, OK?" He looks back and nods as they walk away.
In the arcade, I step up to the Dance Dance Revolution machine, and put in my tokens. I look confused at the songs, and choose the hardest one, MAX300. I begin to try to follow the arrows, but I quickly- and intentionally- fall off. I am caught by a young man, about my age, and I cry out, "Oh!"
"Are you OK?" I nod, and look up at him, wide-eyed.
"It's just my first time playing it! I didn't know it would be so hard!"
"Well, it's actually pretty easy, if you don't choose the worst one. That one is nearly impossible, especially for a beginner. Here, let me show you how." He steps onto the panels, and picks a slow one. "The lower this number," he points to the tempo, "and the fewer of these feet there are, the easier it is. It's usually best to start off on a really slow one." He begins to dance, and I pretend to be lovestruck as he finishes.
"Oh, that was so good! You're really great!"
"Aw, not really. I'm a beginner too, but I've watched a lot of people play it."
"You're a beginner? Wow! Could you help me out?"
"I'll do what I can!" He blushes, and I smile gratefully as he helps me onto the machine. Immediately, I go to MAX300 again. "Oh, no! That's not really a good idea! Be careful!" But I don't hold back, this time. I'm a real DDR pro, and I could do Afronova on hard in my sleep. My feet flying, I close my eyes, for I know the moves by heart. When I finish, the boy is blue from holding his breath. "Holy-! A perfect combo!" To show off my stamina, for the second level, I pick the same song.
"I guess all I had to do was get the hang of it!" By now, a crowd has gathered, and I begin to get flashy. I swing my hips, do kicks whenever I can fit them in, and even cross my legs to step on the opposite side. I arch my back as the crowd roars, and once again start up on MAX300, but this time, I decide to be a wiseass. I grab a scarf I had packed in my purse, and tie it around my eyes to prove I'm not looking. I turn around, to make it so I have to go in reverse. And I cross my arms, to hinder my balance. I still execute a perfect dance, and laugh as I tear the blindfold off. The crowd is completely silent, and I stun them even more by the fact that I've not even broken a sweat. I wink, and step off of the machine.
"Wow. That sort of makes it futile to try to beat that!" The boy follows me out of the arcade, looking like he's about to begin worshiping me. "Are you sure you've never done that?"
"Yep!" I smile proudly, and he blinks.
"Boy, I think I'm more exhausted than you are!"
"Maybe! Thanks for showing me that!"
"Wait! Can I get your phone number?"
"I'm sorry, I'm from England. I don't have a phone number here!"
"Oh, sorry. Maybe I could see you again?"
"I don't know, you might not want to."
"I do!"
"Are you sure?" I raise an eyebrow, and a corner of my mouth twitches in amusement.
"Yeah!"
"Really?" I use my normal voice, and he freezes.
"Wha-? Is- is that your real voice?" I nod, and he gulps. "You- you're a guy!"
"So?"
"I- uh, I'm- uh, I'm STRAIGHT!"
"And I'm taken." And with this, I stroll out of the mall, swinging my hips girlishly.