Bakura: This would never happen! How could we even get into the school? interrogates author

Me: It's just a stupid story, relax!

Bakura's palms were sweating as it felt they were being interrogated by the principal. "So, why is it that you two don't have a permanent record again?"

"Oh," Malik said softly, in a feminine voice that still scared Bakura, "we were home schooled up until a little while ago. Our parents died and we want to continue school, but decided a private school was the better choice." Bakura only nodded.

She seemed convinced. "Well, not only will an up front charge of 2000¥ each, but you will have to take an entrance test. So, we'll expect you back tomorrow with the yen, and you will take your test. Let's say… 10 o' clock in the morning, sound good?"

Both nodded and said yes a lot then left her office. Bakura turned to Malik angered, "How are we supposed to come up wit over 4000¥ by tomorrow?"

"Over?" Malik echoed.

"Yes, clothing too!" He shouted then silenced himself instantly, as they were still in the school.

"What do you have in your pockets?" Malik questioned and Bakura searched and pulled out some washed money.

"A hundred…" he said quietly, putting it back in the pocket.

Once again, the boys were silent as they contemplated. "I think I have some money at my place. I'll go there, and you go home and check there, I'll come up with my 2000, plus clothing cost, if you'll cover yours." They shook hands and split apart on the street.

Bakura felt relieved as he only had to make about 3000¥ instead of almost six. He almost went home dressed like a girl, but ducked into a public bathroom and changed quickly into his old school uniform. He got in the house and began rummaging through his room to find money. Yen began turning up in every corner of his room, he was amazed; under his bed, in his desk, next to the skull head he had, and in the head… He was gathering his money by the hundreds until he had searched the entire house, save for Ryo's room. Lightly, he knocked, then opened the door to a studying Ryo. "Do you have a hundred yen I can borrow?"

"For what?" Ryo asked.

"For my entrance tuition to the school Malik and I are going to." He confessed innocently. And sure enough, Ryo dug through his desk and pulled out some money for Bakura and handed it to him. Bakura thanked him and went to the living room to recount his money. He then had almost three thousand yen when Malik knocked on the door. Both boys left to do their shopping together, but to not look so strange, they changed back into Teá's clothes.

They went on a spree, so to speak. Malik found it fun to buy so many clothes (of a different sex) that he could wear and not be made fun of. Bakura on the other hand, hated it and bought as many pants and black shirts as he could, to not stand out. And yes, I am sad to report that they did have to buy underwear and bras. sweat drop (Oh, c'mon! Don't look at me, how normal would a pair of boxers look under one of those short-short school skirts? Yeah, not good!) Any who, to avoid questions, Bakura stayed at Malik's house so they could just get up and go in the morning with out having to change in a public restroom.

"Umm, Malik," Bakura began uneasily as they laid in the dark of his room.

"What?" He asked groggily.

"What are we going to do for the rest of the school's tuition? I mean, the 2000 was just to get in, and I think it's something like… 5000 for a semester."

"Don't worry, we'll just sign it under my dad's name," Malik said.

"But remember, our parents are dead!" Bakura exclaimed the lie as though it were truth.

"Yes, but their money is not. It's rightfully my money anyway, and I'll just dip into the account for us." He said reassured.

For a moment, Bakura was quiet. "What about me?"

"What about you?" Malik asked muffled by the pillow.

"Well, what are we going to say? I'm older than you, but not by nine months, and plus, we don't even look alike." He was sorting everything out late at night, because he didn't want to get caught in a trap the next day.

Malik groaned in aggravation, "You're adopted, Bakura! Now shut up so I can sleep."

And so he did, feeling that all the problems that would come up were solved, and he too slept.

The alarm went off in the morning and woke the two boys. An exhausted tan hand extended and smacked it to shut it off. Bakura sat up and stretched, feeling rejuvenated. Both eventually got changed into nice clothing, Bakura in tight black pants and a pretty black t-shirt, and Malik wore a long tan-ish skirt and a white shirt. And then, came the makeup… Bakura was mortified that Malik knew how to apply the stuff to his own face, he was even more scared when the tan boy came for him. "

"Don't put that crap on me!" Bakura exclaimed, holding him back.

"Bakura, just some mascara and eyeliner. Don't worry, lots of guys wear eyeliner, it won't be that weird! Now hold still!" Malik finally pinned Bakura on the floor and applied the black eyeliner to the pale boy's eyelids beautifully. Then he gave Bakura's already massive eyelashes a quick brush with the mascara. He pushed himself from Bakura who immediately went to a mirror to see himself. He was terrified, for he looked more like a girl than before, and he was also terrified by Malik's skill with the makeup.

"Why do you know how to put this stuff on?" Bakura asked the effeminate boy.

"I do have an older sister, you know." Malik scoffed. "She was a monster when we were little… She used to do the same thing to me all the time."

'So that's why you're so weird…' Bakura thought.