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Chapter 2

Journal Assignment #1 - In your own words, describe your personal genome type.

I got both.

Jounouchi-san, I appreciate that you are uncomfortable with this subject, however, you must complete the assignments. No one reads this journal except me, and it is graded as complete/incomplete (C or I), not on it's content. Try answering the following questions. How do you self-identify? Is that self identification the same as or different from how most people identify you? What are your parents genomes and how do they identify? Which female organs do you have? Which male? If you know your sexual orientation, how was that influenced by your genome and/or your anatomy? Are you able to be a mother, a father, both, or neither?

I am a boy. It's the same. Dad is a boy, Mom is a girl. I have some internal girl stuff. I HAVE ALL THE RIGHT MALE ORGANS! I am straight. I don't know how that was influenced by my genome. One day I will be a father.

Grade: I. Please answer q4 completely.

Yuck Fou.

Joey was wrong.

He had previously thought that the week he'd learned about his 'new' anatomy was the worst week of his life.

The first week of perv school was worse. Way worse. It seemed like all anyone wanted to talk about was his junk. And, so far, the only normal girl in the school was a lez. The school had way too many 'guys with tits'.

Yugi and his buds were mostly cool. He'd gotten them to stop with the 'Joey-san' crap; that was just weird. They were all queer, but they were all hooked up, so it wasn't a problem. And it was pretty clear that Kura and Ishtar only talked about sex all the time just to be assholes; guys like that are everywhere. They weren't serious. And, it kinda looked like they were running interference for him on Wednesday after gym so that made them cool in Joey's book.

But finding a couple friends in hell did not make it not-hell.

It was still hell. It was still Japan, not New York. It was still unreasonably hard classes. It was still fried rice not burgers-and-fries.

It was still a hole where no guy has one.

"Hey!" Somebody dropped a picture on Joey's desk. "That you?"

He looked at it. Last year's soccer team photo. They'd gone 8-and-2 on the season, but lost in the championship semi-finals. This year was gonna be The Year. Hell. "Yeah. So?"

"How come you weren't at tryouts last month?"

Joey looked up at the guy. He was a wall of muscle. "I've been in the country, like, two weeks!"

"Oh." The guy shrugged. "Well, come down to the field after last period today. Coach wants to see you."

"Sorry, not interested."

"Don't tell me, tell him. And don't make me have to come get you." The wall lumbered off.

Ryou, Ishtar, and 900 others surrounded Joey's desk.

"I shall take it as a personal affront that you did not tell me you played football." Ryou did a hair flip and parked his girlish ass alarmingly close to Joey's hand. "But I shall quite forgive you. What position do you play?" He picked up the team photo. "I simply adore footballers!"

"You must have hella-skills if Tiny was that excited," Ishtar observed.

Joey raised an eyebrow. "I musta missed something 'cause that guy wasn't tiny or excited."

"That's Morimoto the brick. He's the football team captain and that's the most emotion I've seen from him since middle school the time when Mishiko-chan gave him a Valentine kiss in second period!"

"Somebody would kiss that?"

"Tiny's DoubleMale!" Ishtar smirked. "They line up around the block for him."

Great, Joey thought. Two-for-one jock assholes in the locker room.

"Yeah, well, sorry to disappoint him, but I got enough going on without practice too."

"Oh, but you must!" Ryou cooed. "Our team is one of the best in the Prefecture. We're always in the semi-finals and usually in the finals."

"Champions?"

"Well," Ryou rolled his eyes, "not recently, no."

"Always a bridesmaid, never a bride," Joey snarked.

"Well then, if you're so good, join the team!" Ryou leaned his face in close. "I should be ever so pleased."

"Yeah, thanks, but I ain't trying to get beat down by Kura," Joey chuckled. Ryou was an outrageous flirt which would be hot - if he were actually a girl.

The bell rang and people scattered for their desks.

"I got history next," Ishtar said, packing his books. "You?"

Joey shrugged. "Journal bullshit."

"Yeah." Ishtar watched most of the class leave. "Hey Ryou, could you do me a favor and give this to Malik for me?" He held out a folded note.

"Sure. Are you…." Ryou glanced between Ishtar and Joey. "I guess I'll just be off." He closed the door behind himself.

"Join the team," Ishtar said.

"What?"

"Join the team."

"Why the fuck do you care?"

"Me?! I don't give a shit what you do. But I'm tired of hearing Malik bitch about you looking like a kicked dog."

"Why the fuck does he care?"

"Him and Mutou and Anzu all get on that 'friendship' crap, and this week it's you."

"Great! 'Cause I need that, too. Now I'm a charity case."

"Dude, I don't care if you got friends, or you join a team, or you drop dead. But so long as the three of them are all, 'Joey needs us, wah-wah-wah', Malik's on the phone with them and I'm not getting laid!"

"Seriously?"

Ishtar rolled his eyes. "Fine! Don't join, just quit cockblocking!"

The boy grabbed his bag and stomped out, leaving Joey to think.

Mom had mentioned him joining a team a few thousand times. That's probably how the coach got the team photo. And he did miss playing.

But the locker room. It was all just too weird. The whole idea made him feel sick.

He took a deep breath. Everyone wanted him to fit in. He could fake it for his mom. And for Yugi. The guy really was trying to help. He picked up his own bag as the second bell rang.

"Don't say I never did you a favor, Ishtar," he muttered.

xXxXxXx

"Alright everyone. Settle down. It's Wednesday, so it's Share Day," the instructor said as Jounouchi entered the room. Kaiba watched as the natural blonde took his seat. "Who would like to read from their journal first?"

The blonde facepalmed.

"I'll read," Seto announced as he stood, ignoring his classmates' raised hands. "Let's see." He flipped pages slowly. "No, that's proprietorial still," he murmured mostly for effect. "This - oh, not for this age group - I presume the reading should be rated R15+?"

"Kaiba-sama." The teacher gave him an amused look. "Make a selection, or I will pick another student."

He sighed dramatically. "Very well." He began reading. "Good news. Mokuba's tutor was able to reschedule and my meeting was delayed, so we were able to meet for dinner to replace our canceled lunch. I am considering eliminating the tutor altogether as he is now tutoring his classmates in Physics and Chemistry. I think that is a far better use of his time as it reinforces the information he is teaching and allows him time to socialize with his peers. Something I was not able to do much of at his age."

Seto closed the journal and looked at the teacher. "Appropriate?"

"Yes. But it doesn't tell us much. How did you feel about seeing your brother?"

"I was pleased." Seto tried to control his tone; the woman was wearing his patience already.

"Yes but you don't elaborate. How do we know you were pleased?"

"I said it was good news." He pinned her with the look he gave overly inquisitive employees. "That should be sufficient. Yes?"

"Yes." She smiled but it looked a bit forced to him. "Yes, of course. Thank you for sharing." She started to select the next student, then stopped. "Why did you, Kaiba-sama? If you don't mind me asking."

"Not at all." He'd expected it, in fact. "I thought if Katsuya heard an entry that did not involve gender or sex, he might be encouraged to arrive in a timely manner and not disrupt class already in progress."

Seto fought hard not to grin as he sat down. The jib earned him a glare from his new classmate, but the 'wet dog' managed to refrain from 'barking' at him.