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Ryou sighed as the two managed to make it out the mall in one piece. To his surprise, he had survived the ordeal, but he had a feeling the worst was yet to come.

He had tried to convince Kiju to give Tea back her credit card, but Fate just said that Tea overused it anyway. The statement hadn't made much sense to him, but he didn't dare question her. It would have been futile anyway.

Ryou tried to keep his head down as they walked along the sidewalk. The last thing he wanted was to have someone recognize him. He might as well crawl into a hole and die if that were to happen. Kiju was in good spirits though, humming happily as they continued toward Ryou's house.

Kiju's eyes drifted up to the road, focusing on a familiar limo about a block away from them. Recognizing it, her eyes lit up. This situation provided so many opportunities to make Ryou's life harder. Matt realized what the mischievous girl was up to, and bit her on the ear.

Kiju growled and glared at him, as he whispered. "You know that will just be torture for him."

Kiju shrugged. "Yeah, well, it'll provide good exposure for him."

Matt shook his head, as Kiju held her hands out as if working a marionette. She smiled deviously. 'Sorry Ryou, but it has to be done.'

Ryou felt the blood drain from his face as he saw the familiar black limo pull up beside them. He knew who was in that limo. He found himself wishing that he could just disappear forever, instead of facing what he feared was about to happen.

To Ryou's dismay however, the darkened window rolled down, and a young boy with wild black hair stuck his head out. Kiju, with a big smiled on her face, stepped up beside Ryou, slapping his playfully on the back.

"Hi!" the boy said happily. "My brother thinks your pretty. He wants to say hi but he's too shy."

From inside the car, Ryou could hear a familiar voice cry out embarrassedly. "Mokuba!"

Ryou knees felt weak. It was just as bad as he imagined it would be. It was bad enough he was a girl, now he had Seto Kaiba hitting on him. He wanted to sink into the cracks between the sidewalk right then. But Kiju, of course, had to make the situation even harder.

"Well why don't you tell you brother to come out and talk to us?" she said sweetly, almost savoring the horrified look on Ryou's face.

Mokuba disappeared into the car, and a few moments later, an embarrassed Seto stuck his head out. Ryou wasn't sure who was blushing more, him or Seto.

Blushing furiously, Seto mumbled out an invitation to the two girls. Ryou didn't answer, he was way too embarrassed. But Kiju took him up on his invitation right away, telling him he should bring a friend along, so they could double date.

Ryou felt like disappearing. He tried to tell Kiju to stop, but the Fate was too busy telling Seto what 'type' of guy Ryou liked. She put a special emphasis on 'short'.


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"Come on, Ryou! We have to do this. You want to look pretty don't you?"

Ryou crossed his arms over his unusually large chest. Kiju was trying to convince him to put on makeup. That was the last thing he wanted to do. That was like giving in to his womanhood. He would never put on make up.

Kiju sighed. She was going to make him put on makeup whether he wanted to or not. Thinking up an idea, she went downstairs, leaving Ryou along in his room.

Ryou watched her leave, wondering what she could be doing. He could think of anything that would she would want from downstairs. But he didn't put too much thought into that. He was too busy trying to figure a way out of his little predicament.

Kiju came back into the room, holding something concealed behind her back. Suspicious, Ryou began to back away. But Kiju was too quick. She jumped on Ryou, putting to use the object she had gotten from downstairs.

A garbage bag.

Kiju clinched the bag around Ryou's neck, careful not to choke him. "Sorry Ryou, but if you had just behaved…"

Ryou watched in horror as Kiju went to get her makeup supplies. He didn't know where she had gotten them, but it really didn't matter. All that mattered was getting out of the firkin garbage bag. He began to struggle, finding it surprisingly hard to get out. The bag wouldn't seem to rip, so he decided to use a different approach.

Using the bag as if he were in a sack race, he began to bounce out of the room, hoping to get away from Kiju. But the rustling bag alerted her to his brilliant escape plan.

"Hey!"

Ryou ignored her, trying hard to find a room with a lock. Although, when he couldn't free his hands, locking the door would be pretty difficult. Nonetheless, he tried anyway. Kiju walked slowly behind him, keeping pace with him by walking very slowly, while he tried his hardest to get away. she wanted to let him believe he had a way to get away from her.

But of course, he had no such luck. He had just about reached his fathers room, which had a lock, when he lost his balance. Before he could stop the fall, he landed flat on his face, and was unable to pick himself back up.

Kiju put her hands on her hips and stared down at him. "Now was that really worth it?"

Ryou mumbled something, but the floor muffled his words. Kiju was sure he wasn't saying anything nice though. Still, it made no difference to her. Smiling happily, she picked him up, heading back to his room. "Come on. It won't be that bad."




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Ryou blinked at himself in the mirror. Kiju had finished putting on his makeup, after almost half an hour of work. He was surprised. For all the pain he went through, he didn't look too bad. She had put a thin layer of black eyeliner on him, with light pink eye shadow. She had put some light blush on his cheeks, and applied some pink lip-gloss.

The entire experience hadn't been a pleasant one. Kiju had messed up several times. Mainly on the eye shadow, because Ryou kept blinking his eyes and making her mess up. It wasn't easy for him to keep his eyes shut while she worked on him, but he guessed he would have to get used to it.

"Well? What do you think?" Kiju said, hoping the mirror in front of him. He was still in the garbage bag. Kiju had decided to let him out a little later.

Ryou stared to answer, but was cut off when his door slammed open. Three sets of eyes, including Matt's, shifted toward the door, to find Bakura standing there.

"Ryou, where's the-" Bakura stopped short when he saw his Hikari wasn't in the room. To the best of his knowledge at least. Instead, there were two girls in Ryou's room. One of which was in a black garbage bag. "Al right. Who the hell are you too, and what freaky S&M thing are you doing?" Bakura growled.

Kiju giggled. "Go ahead. Tell him." She said to Ryou.

The silvered haired girl blushed. "Yami…It's me. Ryou."

The spirit blinked. And as realization started to sink in, he did something he had not down once in the entire time he had existed.

He passed out.



Well? What did you think? This wasn't one of my best chapters. Sorry, I'm feeling a little sick today, but I wanted to get another part out. So, please tell me what you think.