Short chapter. Sorry. The fun starts more next chapter, where my proof-reader helped me write. And my favourite line is in the next chapter, too. Great! ^_^

Wow… nearly three hundred reviews! I am gobsmacked, totally. Really. Like… wow. Half a year ago, and I was thinking I'd be lucky to make it to a hundred total reviews. One statement; I love you guys! Especially those who have emailed me. I love talking to you. ^_^

*Sigh* Ryu's so great. I even have a picture of him on my phone now. So whenever I use my phone I have to stop and drool for a while before I actually get around to doing what I intended. Oops. I did it again… sorry!

Anyway, until next update! (Like, in five minutes… ^_^;)

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"In you go!" he exclaimed cheerfully, pushing his friend into the change rooms.

Ryu glared. He blinked. If looks could kill, then he was pushing up daises hard enough to make the earth tremor. "Here's your dress, Ryu. Enjoy,"

"Not as much as I will enjoy breaking your neck after this ordeal is over, Hayate,"

He feigned offence. "That's harsh, Ryu. You cut me deep,"

"Not as deep as you will be in feet under the ground after I've finished with you,"

He tut-tutted, shaking his head. "And there you had everyone thinking you were such a gentleman, Ryu. What would everyone say if they heard you speaking as loudly and uncouthly as any mere mortal?"

"Probably, what dickhead forced him into a dress?" was the response.

"You know, in all the years I've known you, I've never heard you say the word 'dickhead' before. You must be learning things off Ayane,"

"Shame she hasn't pummelled you into the ground. Then I could really learn it off her and practise it on you,"

"But I'd already be pummelled into the ground, so there would be nothing to practise," he pointed out.

The door opened suddenly, revealing a half-dressed Ryu. "You are cruising for a large and painful bruising, my friend,"

"Put a shirt on! What is it with you and wandering around shirtless?" he exclaimed. "Although, I guess I should be grateful. At least you're wandering around with pants on,"

He couldn't hide his snort of laughter as Ryu hit his head on the door, before walking back into the change-room. Sure, it was twenty bucks worth, but I think it's worth it. This will be priceless. Poor Ryu.

There was silence in the change cubicle for a moment, before his friend's voice drifted over the top. "Hayate, I do not have even the slightest clue as to how you would put this garment on, you realise,"

"Have a shot," he offered.

"Yes. A shot at you," was the deadpan response. He decided to ignore that.

Gods! He was standing in a change cubicle, wearing a dress. A darned dress. He put his hands over his eyes, and rubbed them, before opening them again. Yes, still a dress.

"Why me?" he asked the mirror. "Why do you insist in torturing me so?"

Of course this dress is meant for a female… so why in the name of God does it fit me?

"I deserve every cent of the fifty dollars," he muttered to himself before stepping out of the cubicle, shutting his eyes for a moment as a flush crept onto his cheeks.

"Wow!" Tina exclaimed. "You really look cute! Can we do your hair?"

"Yes!" Hitomi agreed enthusiastically.

"Ah… no," he stated bluntly.

He really actually looks quite good. But I can't believe he's doing it! Except for the somewhat… flat chest… he does look quite feminine. Must be the hair or something. Perhaps he's taken something. He would never do this otherwise! And why the hell am I thinking he looks good anyway? She debated mentally.

Screw it. He looks good. Nothing I can think or say can change that. Damn bastard. He manages to even look good in a goddamn dress. What hope do I have?

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