A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed, sorry I don't have your names up, I lost them all in my email and I don't feel like scanning the review pages. Oh and by the way . . .this chapter sucks.

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For you, I would crossdress

By Tat Claire Kokoro

Chap 3. Sorry for being so alike

/I am looking for the key to escape to the lands of our dreams, and perhaps it is death./

-Alain-Fournier.

"Amane. . .?" Bakura strode toward me, his expression going from shock to a tender look. I didn't answer-I couldn't answer. My throat tightened, allowing only stale air to leave my mouth.

The next thing that happened appalled me. My dark, my other half . . .

He firmly took me by my shoulders, pulled me forward, and kissed me. KISSED. ME. I went rigid, there was nothing I could do. All I could do was wonder how Bakura knew my sister, especially this way. Their lives never collided. So why did he have these buried feelings for her?

He pulled back, worried. "What's wrong? C'mon, smile at me like you always did."

Always did? What's he talking about? They were never in the same timeline and my sister never smiled. . .much.

In desperation, I gave an uneasy smile.

"YOU aren't Amane." Bakura glowered, swiftly taking me by my braided hair. "Imposter! You think this is funny! Eh?" My yami threw me on the floor. "Eh?"

"Bakura. . .I . . .I. . ." I struggled to say.

"What?" He growls, flips me over. This time taking a good look, "What the fuck? Ryou?"

His eyes cross, making the , 'I'm not even going to ask' face. His anger has faded-I think.

With only a slight twist on the balls of his feet, he quietly leaves . . .as if nothing has happened. Bakura stops mid-step, reconsidering. "Don't tell anyone."

I uneasily reassure my dark. "Tell anyone what?"

We trade smiles, his strange, through his anger, maybe? Mine nervous.

Like a waterfall, cool water fell over my back. I pushed away the biting thoughts about Bakura and his fascination for my sister. I promised not to tell, and I promise not to think about it.

So now what can I think about? Baseball, sandwiches . . .Malik . . .Oh Malik . . .

/"What's that about me, Ryou?" Tanned arms snaked their way around my body. His lips brushed against my earlobe.

"I. . .I. . .I I wanted you to scrub my back." I admitted, embarrassed.

Malik's tongue teased my ear. A shiver went through my body, then he bit me.

"Itai!!!!!!!!!!!!"/

"Itai!!!!!" I cried, and nursed my ear softly putting pressure on my wound, which was bleeding. Great.

"Nyo!"

I glared at my cat, Cunie, a calico with an obsession for cheese and Kurama plushies.

"We're out of cheese, Cunie-chan."

She made a face that I swore was a pout and fluffed out her tail. 'I WANT my cheese,' might've been what she said.

I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. "I'll get some cheese . . ."

Cunie's pout turned into a Cheshire grin. She licked her chops appreciatively.

". . .TOMORROW." Said cat's appreciation turned into rage. All hr fur spiked out and she resembled a porcupine. Her muscles twitched, and hr claws were midway out.

I slowly closed the door. I'll let her vent her anger in there.

Bakura I supposed left. There wasn't any sign of him lurking around the house. I put my silky PJ's on and slipped into bed. Tomorrow would be a wonderful day . . .A date with Malik . . .

/"Little One!" My sister called out to me, her eyes bright and arms stretched out. I looked down at her from the hill. She gestured for me to get down.

"Maaaaake meeeeee!" I pulled my lower eyelid down and stuck out my tongue.

"Oh!" She fake-scowled at me. Amane tucked a strand of silver behind her ear lifted her skirt up a little (to get it out of her way) and charged up the hill.

I stood there giggling as she pretended that climbing that hill was like climbing a mountain. She grunted. "Foul demon! Thou has wrecked my . . .er. . .furniture! Yeah! Thou has wrecked my furniture!"

"Furniture?"

"Don't play stupid, vile thing! Thy tricks cannot work on THIS gallant knight." My sister pointed to herself.

Now was my turn to act my part. "Do no overestimate yourself, pitiful knight." With my hands I pretended I threw orb of destruction.

She covered her face as if protecting her beauty from a cloud of rocks and wondering orbs. "You missed!"

Up she sprang, the hill no longer a mountain to her- just a minor annoyance. Before I had chance to flee from her she'd already caught me.

"The Lord of demons is captured!" Amane hugged, her way of expressing triumph. "Little One has no choice but to come home with his big sister now." Swiftly picking me up, she carried me home. During the short journey. I slept./

-No characters were harmed (physically) during the making of this fic. Tat is not responsible for mental breakdowns.-