You Know You Wanna

Athrun/Kira; some Athrun/Cagalli; some Kira/Fllay if you squint between the lines

Rating: M

a/n Title is courtesy of a Kat DeLuna song I love. Sorry this took so long. Muses magically resurrect themselves sometimes…

6: Run The Show

Possibly for the first time since Kira decided he would actually go through with this crazy ass fiasco, he did not feel daunted by the task. And maybe that was because he was shameless. Or maybe it was because he had finally received a response from Athrun… Either way, he had accepted the fact that he was about to become his sister for the next week. It would be over in no time, right?

He took one last long, hard look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror before he came out to show off how much like Cagalli he really looked. His newly cut, short brown hair was safely concealed underneath a blonde wig that was the picture perfect duplicate of Cagalli's hair. His bright violet eyes were masked with amber colored contacts. The school uniform hung on his body like a snug glove; truly Cagalli's twin, if he could fit into her clothes flawlessly. He was wearing a bit of light make-up—nothing too drag—and a silver bracelet his sister had lent him to make him that much more believable.

It was early—like 7:00am early—and Athrun was repeatedly yawning into his hand as he stood beside the 'real' Cagalli. When Kira entered the room, Athrun smiled approvingly and Cagalli couldn't help but snicker. Kira blushed and tugged on the skirt.

"Wow," Cagalli said, "The only real difference is your skin is slightly darker than mine. I never knew you were such a scrawny twig of a boy, bro."

"I never knew you were a slut either, sis."

Cagalli looked over at Athrun with an arched eyebrow. "You told him?"

The blunette hung his head, "Well, I—wait, you told me to!"

"No, not about that…the other thing."

"Oh. No, then."

"Okay."

Kira's brows rose at their covert conversation, but he didn't question the subject matter. He wanted to; what had Athrun told or not told him? But he just stood there, tugging on the skirt and feeling like an idiot.

"Can we go now? I want to get this over with!!"

Cagalli sighed. "Yeah, okay. You look presentable enough, I guess. Athrun, you are going to keep an eye on him, right?"

"Since you said it that way…" Athrun crossed his arms.

"Good. Everything's ready then. Better not be late, 'Cagalli'." Kira's sister smirked deviously at both boys. "First period starts in an hour."

/$H!t\

Kira had never seen so many girls in the same place in his life. Well, maybe with one exception. There was this one time he and Athrun were at Comic Con, and he could have sworn that every single female there (more than he expected in the first place) hovered continuously around a single booth housing a famous Japanese actor. He was naturally blonde, and naturally as attractive as honey to flies.

Being at the New York State School For Girls was a similar experience, except the girls here were everywhere—coming and going in droves, in and out of classrooms, talking in the hallways, and sprinting to and fro in all directions. They hovered, but not all in one place. Kira shyly made his way down the main hall, nodding to some of the girls as they casually called to him, "Hey Cagalli!" "How's it going Cagalli?" "Did you finish your French homework?" "Got a light, Cagalli?" He tried to ignore the fact that they all sounded a tad bit snide.

According to the Week in the Life of Cagalli handbook, he was supposed to meet up with a 'Fllay Allster' and a 'Lacus Clyne' first period in the art room. He would then skip art class with said girls in favor of a smoke break in the auditorium. Cagalli didn't smoke, but some of her friends did.

The art room was a bit bigger than a normal classroom, and therefore housed more students. There were females galore: girls with brown hair, girls with black hair, girls with blonde hair, girls with red, orange, white, pink, blue, green, or magenta hair; there were fat girls, skinny girls, and plenty of in-between girls; tall girls, short girls, a midget girl thrown in there somewhere… Most of them were pretty, and sported real breasts. Kira had to quickly glance downward, both to hide the blush staining his cheeks and to remind himself that his fake breasts were still there, concealing the fact that he actually wasn't a girl.

Whispers scorched around the room like wildfire. Kira ignored them just like the hellos outside, and looked for any two girls who might be looking for Cagalli. He spotted them giving him quizzical looks at the very back of the classroom, so he quickly made a beeline in their direction, dodging seats and purses and anything else that cluttered the floor.

He smiled a bit at the girl to his right. She had large, ice blue eyes and long, flowing hair that was blubblegum pink. Her smile was enormous. "Cagalli! You're early today," she said in a voice pitched so high Kira thought dogs must've heard it all the way across the city.

"Cagalli" shrugged and turned his attention to the other girl. He started to greet her too, but was stopped not only by a frown equal in size though completely opposite of the pink-haired girl's smile, but also by the fact that this was the same girl who'd walked him home in the rain yesterday. She had the same thick, dark red hair, and rainy gray eyes. Today, though, she wasn't wearing a pink shirt or khaki's; she had on the same girls' uniform that everyone else wore. And today she didn't seem nearly as bubbly. She was about as cheerful as a heart ache.

"Fuck that bitch," she swore under her breath, looking across the room, and then directly back to "Cagalli." Kira gulped, but quickly put on his best tough-girl attitude, nodding in agreement with the red-haired girl. Neither of Cagalli's friends had addressed the other yet, so he had no way of knowing who was who.

Still smiling dreamily, the pink-haired friend yawned and dramatically rolled her eyes at the other. "Jesus, Fllay, don't have a cow. It's not like she's putting used condoms in our lockers or something."

Fllay—apparently the red-haired girl—growled ominously at the comment. Kira wanted to turn and run as far away from her as possible. There was no way in HELL this was the same girl who'd laughed with him yesterday evening. That girl was sweet, and funny, and kind. This girl seemed demonic in nature.

A dangerous thought occurred to Kira: what if she recognized him? His heart dropped. She would inevitably expose him as being a male. Had Athrun told her anything before she'd left last night? Athrun would not have known that Fllay was Cagalli's friend either…

"Cagalli!" Fllay barked loudly. Kira jumped, both out of his thoughts and literally.

"Yeah?" he said, trying to sound tough. It came out a little shakier than he meant it to. He tried frowning like Fllay was, but it stuck on his face more like a grimace.

Fllay raised a perfectly plucked red eyebrow. "Are you okay, or on drugs? You're shaking like a leaf. Nevermind, don't answer. C'mon, we've got people to discuss elsewhere."

I guess she doesn't recognize me…, Kira thought, relieved. People to discuss…? Like who? Mir? No; he couldn't discuss her unless "Cagalli" and Fllay were alone, and Lacus would be with them. Had Fllay meant Ivonna, then?

Before he had the chance to speak, Fllay stood up and strode out of the art room with Lacus following lazily behind her. Kira was left to follow them, even though Cagalli was supposed to be the leader of their group. They disappeared like the wind.

He managed to catch a glimpse of Lacus' pink hair as she turned a corner at the end of the hall. They ignored any and all hall monitors and made their way straight to the auditorium. Either the proctors didn't care that they were out of class because it was the end of the school year, or Cagalli and her friends had a standing reputation that bypassed their rules. Both explanations were more than likely.

Once in the auditorium, Fllay took a seat on the front row and dug around in her purse for something. The Cagalli Handbook had stated that "Cagalli" did not carry a purse because she didn't smoke and had no need of one, so Kira didn't worry. Lacus sat down on the floor in front of Fllay and pulled out her compact, immediately patting down her face in a pale, pearly powder.

"So, Cagalli…" Fllay said, "We've only got four days left after today to give that whore a 'Go The Fuck Back To Russia' party. Any suggestions?"

Kira sighed in what he hoped was a very Cagalli like manner. "Well, uh…not really…"

Lacus looked up from her make-up and Fllay's eyes visibly widened as she pulled a cigarette from a tiny Virginia Slims box. "Nothing?" Lacus asked suspiciously.

Fllay added, "You told us you would come up with something over the weekend! After what that bitch did to you last week, I figured you'd have tons of shit you want to pour on her!!"

"That might not be a bad idea," Lacus murmured, tapping a finger thoughtfully against her lips. Already her attention had been diverted, but Fllay wasn't so relenting.

Damn you, sis, I figured you'd have known this was important! Kira blinked, feeling the contacts disguising his eyes go in and out of focus. His heart was pounding. He didn't know what to say…what if they found out? What if…?

And then, suddenly, Fllay did give in: "Okay, fine. We won't pour shit on her stupid Russian head if you don't want to…"

Whew…What was that about? Kira wondered.

"But it's not like we have anything better to do," Fllay continued. "How else are we supposed to stay entertained until school's out?"

"Can't we just do what we normally do?" Kira asked, hoping that what they normally did wasn't just sitting around plotting mean things to do to Russian girls.

"What, smoke at Starbucks and stare at all the hot NYU guys?" Fllay scoffed and lit her cigarette. "Hardly fun anymore."

Lacus was fixing her lip gloss, but she added, "We could always catch a movie or watch a show on Broadway."

But Fllay shot down that idea; "Nah, I'm broke. We couldn't do that every day of the week anyway." Lacus shrugged and smacked her lips. Fllay blew out a steady stream of smoke, but didn't suggest anything else. She looked lost in thought.

For the next few minutes the girls and "Cagalli" sat in easy silence. Kira had been absent-mindedly staring at Lacus, watching her finish coating her eyelashes in mascara, when the bell rang. She smiled broadly and jumped up, clapping excitedly and bouncing on her heels.

"Well guys, I'm off to sociology. See you at lunch!" And then she skipped out of the auditorium, flipping and fixing her hair as she left. Fllay made a noise in the back of her throat that sounded like UGGHH.

"She's a total dyke and refuses to admit it," Fllay said. Kira raised his brows at the fact that she could be so friendly with Lacus while she was in the room, and then call her names the second she's gone. Were all girls this two-faced? "I mean, c'mon, me and you know she's got the hots for Mir. I just wish she'd fucking admit it so they could stop being so…buddy-buddy, yah know?"

"Yeah, I know," Kira said, but he really didn't know. For this, he was somewhat glad. Fllay stood up and put out the rest of her cigarette on the back of one of the seats.

"I despise gym. Can we skip today? I know we skipped three out of five last week, but still. It's gym. Let's just not go."

Kira nodded, utterly speechless. How the hell could Athrun and his sister possibly expect him to step into someone else's shoes (or uniform, in this case) and utterly become them in such a short amount of time? To him, that was theoretically impossible. He could not be Cagalli to the extent that was needed, twin or not. To him, it was now only a matter of time before one of Cagalli's friends finds him out, and the end of his world ensues. The embarrassment of such an event could quite possibly drive him to commit suicide, or at least change his name and leave the country.

He wouldn't ever get to see Athrun again if that happened… "Cagalli" stared down at her boots, sadly.

"Good," Fllay said, leading the way, "I didn't think you'd want to be stuck in there with her anyway."

The mention of "her" brought Kira's thoughts away from Athrun and back to Ivonna. He wondered if she was even half as bad as Fllay made her out to be. Apparently the transfer student had done something to aggravate Cagalli, but Kira couldn't imagine what. At the party he and Athrun had attended, she'd been good friends with Cagalli. That was how Athrun had met Ivonna—through Cagalli. But now it seemed the two girls couldn't stand each other. How was he supposed to hate someone when he didn't even know the reason why?

Fllay sneered at every girl to give her half a look as they walked slowly down the halls. The secret-brunette thought he would find her company insufferable if he had to put up with her every day of his life. Lacus might be bearable, but she was a total girly-girl, lesbian or not. Cagalli must hate her life, he thought sadly. Of course, she was a girl, and probably actually liked her friends somewhat. Hm. I guess I hate her life then…

Fllay then took a sharp left and pushed open a swinging door, her red-head disappearing behind it fast. Kira stopped in his tracks instinctively; his imagination morphed the normal door into a dungeon gate, with nothing but a torture chamber behind it. There wasn't a men's room to compare it too, but it was still just so wrong for him to have to do this on his first day…

He gazed unblinkingly at the all-women's bathroom. There was no sign that said "Women" or "Ladies" because here everyone was a woman or a lady. Everyone except him. He knew the other students must be staring at him, but he was frozen to the spot at the thought of entering.

However, he didn't have time enough to even consider an alternative option as someone's hand shoved hard against his back, knocking him forward, doubling over on the floor. He was lucky the wig was secured tightly or it would've flown right off.

"O, I sorry, Cazalli. Did not zee you dere, da?"

"Cagalli" blew his blonde hair out from in front of his eyes angrily. He'd had his doubts about this girl; he'd even considered that it was Fllay and Cagalli who were in the wrong, but…

But now he knew.

Ivonna was, indeed, a bitch worth hating.

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(secret a/n: Thank you all for the 13 wonderful comments you left over the course of 7 months! ^^ I didn't think I would ever find the inspiration to update again, yet here it is. And it's not half bad, either. Maybe You Know You Wanna will be my first finished work…? *crosses fingers* As you all well know, one can hope, right? Remember—leave me reviews, or no more schoolgirl!Kira. *nudge nudge*)