Zana: Thanks for the reviews! Now, time for the next chapter! And I do not own any name brands that will be mentioned in this chapter or the rest of the fic. I do own the idea for the store Punk'd, just not the actual show.

Sure Thing

Chapter 2: Makeover

While Yami slept, he heard whispering. He was a light sleeper, so he slowly opened his eyes to see who was inside of his room.

"He's awake!" Malik said, and he shoved an apple toward Yami's face, "eat this and get ready!" Yami rubbed his eyes and yawned, "Get ready for what?" Malik twirled in his cute little blue sun-bathing dress, "For the best day of your life! We're going to have so much fun, it'll drive you insane!"

Bakura sighed, "Can we hurry this up? I have an appointment with someone at four." Malik whacked Bakura with his matching purse, "Wrong answer honey, this is an all day adventure." The white-haired teen growled and grabbed Malik's purse, "Shut up…Malik." Malik's face scrunched up, "You bastard, my name is LAYLA, LAYLA!" He started to mercilessly hit Bakura with his hands, scratching him with the fake nails he glued on the night before. "GET THE HELL OFF ME MALIK!" "IT'S LAYLA, LAYLA YOU MOTHERFUCKING…!"

Yami watched the two fight for a minute before taking a bite of his apple and getting up slowly out of bed. He did not have his glasses, so he had to move slowly to avoid running into things. Before entering the bathroom, Yami called out, "Don't get blood on my bed, I just changed the sheets."

An hour and a half later, Yami found himself holding Malik's hand to avoid getting ran over by a bus. It looks like Malik had won the fight, since Bakura held red lines all over his face and arms. The teen kept muttering to himself about, "Annoying transsexual wannabe."

"So where are we going to again?" Yami asked. "Your eye doctor," Malik replied. "To get new glasses?" Malik laughed, "No, no, no sweetie. You have very pretty eyes and they don't deserve to be hidden under ugly bulky frames! You're getting contacts." Yami pulled away from Malik, "I love my glasses! How…I hate contacts, you have to put them in and take them out…what if they get stuck? What if I get an infection, or get blind or…" "Oh shut the hell up for Ra's sakes," Bakura growled, "Do you want to be a fucking loser for the rest of your life and end up a forty year old virgin with twelve fucking cats and a shitty fucking house!"

Yami and Malik stared at Bakura. "Looks like someone is PMS-ing," Malik sang. "I AM NOT A GIRL, MALIK!" Malik growled, "Ba…KU…RA!" Yami stuck his two fingers in his mouth to create a whistling sound, "We're in public. Please, not now you two." Malik patted Yami's cheek, "Anything for you hun." Bakura snorted and started to study someone's ass with perverted delight. Malik pinched his arm, "Not when I'm around honey…" Bakura started to curse in Dutch, and Yami wondered where he learned it from. "Anyway," he continued, "I am never wearing contacts, end of story." But the trio had already arrived at the building.

Another long, tiresome hour later, Yami received his ability to see again. He wore contacts, but as apart of a deal with Malik, he had a brand new pair of glasses, just in case he was to…you know, "accidentally" lose his contacts. At first, the contacts felt so new to him, so foreign, but as he got use to them, he was starting to wonder why he did not get them before. Before he left, he glanced at a mirror and smiled at his glass-free self. But his happiness was ruined when he realized that he still had those ugly green braces covering his white teeth. No guy would want to kiss the brace face. Yami interrupted Malik and Bakura's latest argument, "Can I go home now? I should start studying for that algebra exam…" Malik waved his hands, "I do not want to hear a thing about school unless it ahs to do with some fashion, ok sweetie? School isn't the only thing to life." Yami smirked, "If it isn't everything, then how come you always get grilled by Ishizu when you bring home all F's?"

Malik pouted, "It wasn't all F's. I got a D in art." Bakura snickered, "How do you fail art Ma…" He saw Malik's eyes flare slightly, "Layla. Even I can get at least a B in that class."

"Ok, enough school! It's making me dizzy. Now it's time to go shopping," Malik announced. "Oh Ra, you go shopping every-FUCKING-day!" Bakura groaned. "Not for me, for Yami. He obviously needs it. I mean, what's with that lumberjack shirt?" Yami stared incredulously at his black and red striped shirt, "I love this shirt!" Malik whacked him in the head with his purse, "Don't ever let me hear you say that again boy. Now, to the mall we go!" I have a bad feeling about this…Yami thought, but decided to ignore that feeling.

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Jou felt like it was time he broke up with Mai, but he wasn't sure how. If he did it right now, at the makeup store, she might attack him with eyeliner instead of pom-poms.

"Jou honey, which one would look better on me, the coral or raspberry?" The blond snapped out of his thoughts, "Uh…just pick one, you'll look great in both." Mai narrowed her eyes, "Great? I would look just great? I'm your girlfriend; I'm suppose to look damn sexy!" Jou nodded quickly, "You look sexy to me all the time! It's just that…I'm not really into makeup…you know?" The beautiful blonde cheerleader made a surprised face, "Oh, well I think there's something else you might be interested in…" A naughty giggle escaped her lips. She whispered in his ear, "When's the last time we…"

Jou never got to hear the rest of her sentence because she pulled away and glared fiercely at the trio who were entering the makeup store. He looked and glared too. All he saw was Mutou. Mutou snitched and now he was suspended just because the little bastard couldn't take a beating. Mai, on the other hand, has hated Malik because on the very first say of school, the tanned blonde had clearly called her, in front of the whole class, "A whore who is a disgrace to blondes and women everywhere that needs to get breast reduction." Mai snapped back, "At least I am a real female, MALIK!" The two have hated each other ever since. And Mai disliked Bakura because he practically screwed every other girl and guy in school except for herself. But Jou did not know about that little fact. "C'mon Jou, it's time for something called sweet revenge." He followed her loyally.

Yami knew that this was trouble. This was going to be a big enemy battle. He wondered who would come out alive. It certainly wouldn't be him since Jou would probably want to kick his ass again. Malik and Mai stood face to face. "Hello ho. Excuse me honey, but your artificial boobs are blocking my way," Malik said coolly. "At least I have boobs Malik, I mean Layla. And what a cheap sundress, it looks like you got if from some yard sale. Of course, that's probably where you get all your stuff…" Malik tossed back his hair, "I'd rather get my clothes from a yard sale, then wear cheap knock-offs, that is such a fake Dolce & Gabbana blouse and you know it. Of course, you like everything fake: fake clothes, fake purses, fake boobs…you're a regular Barbie doll."

Mai gave Jou a look which signaled that he should come into he argument, "Shut the hell up you fag, why don't you go and screw Bakura somewhere?" Bakura walked toward Jou, "I'm not afraid to beat you down in this store doggy; I've got a switchblade in my pocket…" "Go to an asylum you psycho!" "I swear I am going to ki…"

Yami sighed because now it was getting ridiculous, "Stop it. All of you. We're in the mall. Bakura, if you're going to murder Jou, do it outside. Mai if you want to have a fit on Malik, do it outside." All four of them looked at Yami, surprised by the tone of irritation in his voice. He always was so quiet in school…

Mai blinked, "It's a good thing you dumped the glasses, you look way better without them. You still have to do something about your clothes…anyway let's go Jou and pick up where we…ah…left off…" Walking away, Jou slid his index finger across his throat, indicating a death warning for Yami. Malik jumped and hugged Bakura, "That was so sweet of you; you were defending me against that evil Jou!" Bakura shoved him off, "I wasn't protecting you, and I was getting back at what that dog said." Malik's grin faded, "Oh…" Bakura made a face, rolling his eyes at Yami's glare and added, "But if he had…um…said something…I would have…you know, say something back…for you." Malik's grin quickly returned, "Oh, ok then. Now let's get our shop on! Let's go to Punk'd."

Punk'd was a store where basically all the kids who were skaters, punks, or Goths got their clothing style from. Yami wondered why Malik would want him to dress like a skater. He did not even know how to skateboard. The one time he tried, he broke his leg. Yami felt intimidated, seeing all the skaters, punks and such looking and wondering why he was there. Finally he asked, "Why are we here?"

Malik placed his thin hands on his hips, "Because darling, I've decided that the best look for you is obviously the rocker/skater look. It would explain your hair." Yami felt his face turn red, "I was born like this!" "Right, we all know you stuck your finger in an electrical socket when you were three," Bakura snorted. "I did not!" Malik appeared at Yami's side with a pile of clothing, "Go and try these on. We have to see the yes' and the no-nos." Yami had no choice so he did what he was told to do, but still. Why were there three pairs of leather pants in this stack of clothing?

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"Mmmm, oh God, Jou…harder harder…" Jou did not go harder; instead he stopped and started to put on his clothes. Mai sat up and blinked, "What's wrong baby?" Jou was in the middle of zipping up his jeans, "I can't do this anymore…we have to break up…" Mai looked worried, "Do what? What am I doing wrong? I gave everything to you…"

Jou sighed, "It's not you, and it's me. I've got some figuring to do…sorry…we have to break up." Mai gasped, as if Malik had slapped her across the face. The anger arrived, "You're breaking up with me? Honey, do you know how many guys want me? You are losing the most valuable person in your whole god-damned life!" Jou nodded, "Then go out with the guys that also like you," Jou replied tonelessly before leaving the girl's bathroom in the mall, leaving Mai all alone.

Yami had never felt more ridiculous in his life. He was in public, wearing overly tight black leather pants, and overly-tight black shirt, and a dog collar, aka, a choker. "I am never going to wear this, ok? End of story." This time he would firmly tell Malik no.

Malik pouted, "Yes you are…Yami does your butt justice. You'll bring all the boys to your yard, like in Kelis' Milkshake song. Or, think about the Britney Spears' song, Toxic. Remember? You're toxic I'm slipping under…" Bakura covered his mouth, "No more references to American pop-idols!" Malik murmured, "But I love Britney…" Yami checked out the price on the leather, "And these things cost like…a lot of yen!" Malik clucked his tongue, "No worries my sweet, I have credit cards." Yami sighed, "Ishizu will kill you, and so will your parents." "No they won't, trust me." The last time Malik said to trust him, Yami found himself practically living in the bathroom for days.

Exiting the store, Yami felt the black cloud of despair rise and float away. It was a warm, sunny day, he was with his friends, and Malik had just charged a whole lot of money on him and he was wearing some freakishly cool outfit…with the leather pants. Life couldn't get any better or worse …

Until he saw Seto Kaiba.

But you could hardly tell it was Kaiba. He was dressed in a long dark coat, which was just insane for the warm spring and he wore large, dark sunglasses. He actually stood out from all the other people.

Yami approached him, "Hello there Kaiba…why are you dressed like that?" The CEO tilted down the sunglasses and narrowed his chillingly blue eyes, "That's none of your business Mutou…what are you wearing?" Yami suddenly felt self-conscious, "Um…something…" Yami felt Kaiba gaze at him for sometime, before saying, "You know, you look absolutely, without a doubt, homosexual. I guess you're very comfortable with it. Later, and oh, don't try and get into another fight." Kaiba tilted back his sunglasses and moved away. Yami did not hear any of the insults that the CEO told him. Instead, he was getting lost in his deliciously tall figure and blue eyes, which reminded him of a blue ocean that he was drinking and drowning in. And the ocean had no salt in it.

"Oh my female heart, you like Kaiba don't you?" Yami forgot that Malik and Bakura were there, watching the whole thing. Malik squealed when he saw Yami blush, "Ok sweetie, it's time for a whole new plan, and I'm calling it, 'How to Catch a Delicious Asshole of a CEO in Five Days.'" Yami blushed more, "But…I didn't say…no, I don't…well I kind of do…but…" "But nothing honey. You two would have such beautiful children…"

"That's not possible, since neither Yami nor Kaiba are girls," Bakura added. Malik held his hand up to the white-haired teen's face, "Whatever. We need to celebrate, Bakura's buying us sodas!" "What! Now wait just a minute you…" Yami knew that this was the beginning to a new chapter in his life. And this chapter would be a little more different then the others.

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Zana: Hey people, sorry, but this chapter was written in kind of a rush! I hope to Ra there isn't too much spelling mistakes, and if there is, I'll get around to fixing them when I have the time. Please R&R, I'll be back as soon as I can! Later! (Runs to figure out what MLA style means to write essay for school.)