Chapter V: Girls Day Out!

Hello again everyone and welcome back to Halloween Hysterics! We know, we know… It's a month after Halloween and we're still trying to finish this thing! Well you won't have to wait long. This is Day 2 of the Halloween torture, but the boys are going along with it a little too well. So read on for hilarity!

Disclaimer: We don't own the Yu-Gi-Oh franchise! Seriously, we don't.

Usual authors' notes: Cross-dressing, cruel teasing, fisticuffs and even jokes that showed up in some form on Robot Chicken. All of this is in good fun, so don't sue and we don't mean to offend.

The next morning, Annie helped Sy into his uniform. "Honey, you look wonderful," she praised, straightening his top and skirt.

Syrus blushed again, mostly still out of embarrassment. "Are you sure, Annie?"

"Yeah," she answered, kissing him deeply.

He returned the kiss, feeling the reassurance in it even as he pulled away. "Thanks, Annie..."

"No problem..." She hobbled to her wheelchair and together, they headed to class with Violet and Bastion.

"Syrus... this is a heroic thing you're doing," the British-accented teen stated softly.

Syrus grinned sheepishly. "I just wanna help Jay and Jesse, that's all," he muttered, embarrassed.

"Yeah, but seriously, it takes guts for a guy to do this! And especially to volunteer!" Violet added with a grin.

"It does... Syrus... consider yourself guarded today," Bastion added, meaning that if anyone teased the small Obelisk, he, Bastion would let the teasers know such behavior was unacceptable… in a most painful fashion.

Syrus managed a smile. "Thanks, guys..."

"Hey, Sy!" Jaden called when the group was in the Obelisk common area. He seemed very much at ease even in the feminine uniform.

Jesse, too, seemed a bit more relaxed. "Hey, Jay. Where are we supposed to meet Atty and Chazz?" Syrus asked once they'd met up.

"Right here," Chazz groaned, hobbling in with Atticus. "My feet hurt!"

"Geez, Chazz. Heels aren't that hard. You need more balance to be on a surfboard!" Atticus countered, shaking his head in a disappointed fashion.

"Bro, they're tight!!"

"Not my fault you have wide feet."

"HEY!" Chazz yelped, his feet pinched a little by the tight (for him) shoes.

Atticus snickered, having been unable to resist. "Oh, just chill, bro. You can get a break later."

"Yeah, okay... Ouch! How do girls wear these things?!" the raven-haired Slifer complained.

"With lots and lots of tolerance," Violet answered simply.

"Yeah... I can see why," Jaden added, tottering on his boots. And then Jaden fell over. "DANG IT!!"

Atticus quickly reached out, catching the Slifer by the back of his blazer and pulling him back onto his feet. "You okay, Jay?"

"Let's just say I have more respect for your sister and how she walks in these things."

Alexis smirked. "It's nice to know that a few of you guys can finally understand what we go through."

And so the gang headed to class. Several of the male students wolf-whistled and several girls hooted. "NICE LEGS, ATTICUS!" Atticus, unused to such a compliment, flushed ever-so-slightly. However, he recovered quickly and grinned, giving his trademark thumbs up that made some of the fan girls swoon. Apparently, a few were fans of cross-dressing; at least when it came to their favorite Obelisk.

And then Chazz attempted to strut into class like his confident big brother. "Hello, ladies," he grinned, and then tripped over someone's book bag.

Unfortunately, the raven-haired young man flew three feet into two boys, one rather bulky and the other with teal hair and square glasses. "Ouch! What landed on me?" Randy Mototani demanded.

"My brother," Atticus answered smoothly as he helped Chazz onto his feet. "You okay, bro?" After all that those two had done to their group and others, he really could care less whether they were okay or not.

"Yeah, yeah..."

"You look too good in that dress, Chazzerita," the teal-headed boy, Terry smirked in his Tennessee accent.

"Shut up, Terry," Chazz growled.

"First off, genius, it's a skirt, not a dress. Heck, my baby sister could see that in her sleep!" Jesse stated, the other boys now standing by the brothers. "And second, it's better than havin' that brown stain all over the seat of your pants!"

Terry scowled, remembering the feeling of pudding down his pants. "Well, it clearly looks good on you, Anderson... You act enough like a girl..." The classroom went deathly silent. Even Randy was looking at his friend in horror.

Jesse was a very easy-going, tolerable person; he'd been raised to be incredibly hospitable to most everyone. There were few things that riled him, and they rarely came up. Being called a girl was one of them. Eyes blazing with Southern fire, fists clenched on either side of his skirt, and teeth grinding together fiercely. Those were signs that Jesse had, indeed, thrown Southern hospitality out the window. "Why, you-! I AIN'T NO GIRL!!" The shorter teal-haired teen tackled the bespectacled one, and both boys went rolling down the stairs in a brawl-lock.

"JESSE!" Jaden shouted, jumping into the fray. His eyes were wide with shock and he knew if the teachers came in now, Jesse would be suspended. He managed to pull the two apart, getting socked by one or both of the combatants in the process.

"This isn't over!" Terry growled, getting up.

"Call me a girl again, and you bet it ain't! I'll give ya another shiner to match that one!" Jesse shouted, partially struggling in his twin's grip, wanting to do what he'd just said then and there. Indeed, Terry was worse for the wear; a black eye, a bloody nose, and a cut lip. He was also holding his probably bruised upper arm. Jesse's cheek was bruised, and his knee smarted, but otherwise he was relatively fine. His daddy and his brother had taught him how to win in a brawl.

Terry staggered up the stairs, wisely deciding to tell Miss Fontaine he'd tripped and fallen down the stairs. Slurs based on a student's possible sexual orientation were not allowed at Duel Academy and he knew that he could try to lie, but he'd have several witnesses that would show he'd provoked Jesse. 'I'll get 'em... somehow,' he thought angrily.

Meanwhile, Jaden sighed helping his friend to his seat and straightening his pink wig. "Man... I've never seen you fight before... that was incredible! Are you related to Chuck Norris, Jesse?"

Jesse, calm again and back to his usual persona, grinned. "Nope. I learned all that from my pa and my big brother. They told me I'd need it if I ever got into a fight, and it looks like they were right. I think that's the first time I've ever fought anybody for real, though."

"Well... man, I hope Professor Stein doesn't notice anything," Jaden muttered.

"If he does I'll just tell him I tripped down the stairs in these heels," Jesse replied simply.

"Good idea," his twin muttered back. And then it was go time. The lanky professor with the long dark fluffy hair and rounded spectacles entered the class and raised his eyebrows when he saw the bruised boys.

"Mr. Anderson, Mr. Yuki. Might I ask why you look so disheveled, and... are those bruises?" Ben Stein asked, stopping at their desk level and looking at them scrupulously behind his glasses.

"Uh... we had an accident with our heels, sir... We have great respect for the female population of this academy who wear these shoes on a regular basis," Jaden said with a perfectly straight face.

Jesse nodded in agreement with Jaden. Stein stared at the pair for a little while longer, before turning away and continuing down the stairs. "I see. Well, please try to be more careful in the future. We don't want any injuries to occur."

"Yes, sir," the boys responded quickly.

Up a few rows, Annie muttered to Sy, "I think he knows..."

"Me too. But maybe he won't say anything," Syrus whispered back. Whatever the situation might be, Professor Stein made it to his desk and began that day's lesson.

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At the second lesson of the day in Dr. Crowler's class, the blonde professor looked over the five boys clad in the girls' uniforms and decided to play along. So when he called the roll... "Jessica Anderson."

Snickers and amused mutters traveled throughout the room, and a vein popped out on Jesse's forehead. But he'd caught the tone in Crowler's voice, and knew he was just going with it in a playful way. Still, groaning and rolling his eyes, he let out a lame "Here."

"Ashley Rhodes," Crowler grinned, sometime later.

Unlike Jesse, Atticus decided playing along would be amusing. "Here!" he answered a few octaves higher than usual.

Crowler managed to suppress a laugh, but the other students were making no such efforts. "Charlene Rhodes."

Chazz, too, taking cue from his brother, raised his voice to falsetto range. "Here, sir," the boy grinned.

Later... "Syrina Truesdale..."

Syrus was still nowhere near as confident about all of this, so he blushed a little and gave a quiet "Here."

And then the last name on the roll was called... "Jayda Yuki..."

"Here!" Jaden said in a fair approximation of his mother and female doppelganger.

"Okay.... Now, today's topic..." Dr. Crowler continued on as usual, calling on the students, including the ones dressed in drag as he usually did. "Syrina, please name one effect monster and its effect."

Syrus, at first, didn't realize it had been HIM who was called. However, when he did realize, he flushed and quickly stood. "U-Uh, G-Gyroid. Once per turn, if this card would be destroyed as a result of battle, it is not destroyed," he stammered out.

"Excellent work, Syrina," Crowler said calmly. "You've done your homework." He admired the blue-haired Obelisk boy, clad now in the female uniform. The bespectacled student might still stammer but he'd come a long way from the very frightened little Slifer he'd been. Syrus let out an inward sigh of relief that he could now sit back down, blush fading as he hoped the instructor wouldn't call on him again. Fortunately, Dr. Crowler didn't call on him again for the rest of the period.

The students listened to the lecture, scribbling down notes. And then class was dismissed. "Man, I'm glad we're done with this class," Chazz groaned, laughing a little. "But... Crowler went along with it!"

"Yeah. I didn't think he'd be so easy-going about it!" Atticus added with a grin.

"Funny..." Jaden began in his falsetto voice and then coughed. "I mean, funny he actually played along like he did!"

The other guys snickered at the mix-up. "Well, I hope the other teachers don't. I don't like being called a girl's name," Jesse stated seriously.

"Well, we know they don't mean anything by it, Jesse," Axel answered in his typically calm fashion. "And I don't think Professor Viper would do that in the Island Survival seminar this afternoon..."

"Oh, no! I might break a nail!" Chazz whined in falsetto.

The guys laughed again, but then Syrus sweat-dropped. "Guys... we will be in heels..."

And so the girls grinned, pulling pairs of sneakers from their backpacks. "He does let us change our shoes, you know," Annie smirked. The guys all gave a collective sigh of relief at that.

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The cross-dressing boys soon learned what it was like to run through a survival course in a skirt. "Man, I feel all exposed here!" Jaden complained, crawling below a net.

"At least we're wearing shorts under these!" Jesse replied, untangling his wig from the netting.

"Is this how Braveheart felt?" Jaden wondered out loud.

"Braveheart?"

"Yeah, that guy in the skirt that led the Scottish in rebellion against the English in that movie," the currently blue-haired Slifer explained as they jogged to what a lot of the girls dreaded... A large climbing net.

"I think I'm going to hate this," Chazz groaned, looking up at it.

"Hey, like Jesse said, at least we've got shorts on," Atticus repeated, already starting to climb. Out of the five, he was probably the most easy-going about all of this. At least... he was... He started climbing and then came the catcalls, for Atticus was wearing shorts with the Playboy logo on them. This might not have become known except for a sudden strong wind which blew the big boy's skirt up. Atticus, by now, had completely forgotten that he had put on the shorts as a joke. As such, he was confused by the catcalls, and looked over his shoulder to try and see if something was on his back. "Hey, what's everyone laughing fo-" Unfortunately, the big boy was interrupted as the net suddenly shook, causing him to lose his grip. Atticus yelped as he fell, luckily not too high up, landing with a splat in the mud. And who would be just crawling over the top of the climbing net but one Randy Mototani, followed by a snickering Terry Rogers.

"Heh heh... Looks like Ashley fell in the..." SPLAT! Terry crashed into the mud suddenly, but no one had seen a thing, that is except for those sensitive to duel spirits. Yubel was standing over Terry, a slight smirk on her face.

"Thanks, Yubel," Jaden mouthed. Yubel nodded at Jaden before disappearing, as Atticus got back onto his feet.

He shook the mud from himself and flipped some of it out of his hair in a VERY girly fashion, effectively getting Terry more dirty. "Terry Rogers, that is no way to treat a lady," he joked in a falsetto tone.

Terry had face-planted into the mud and came up looking like he was wearing a mud mask. "You... you!"

Randy, not the brightest of people, was laughing. "You look like a girl, Terry, gettin' a makeover!"

"Shut up!" But Randy's laughter didn't falter, and the teal-haired teen threw a mud ball at his companion in anger. It hit Randy in the face, and sent him toppling over the back of the climbing net into another pit of mud.

"Why you!" Randy shouted when he got back up, picking up a mud ball and throwing it. It flew through the air, but it didn't hit Terry.

"Hey, what's--?!" SPLAT! Professor Thelonius Viper had taken a direct hit to the face.

"MUD FIGHT!" Adrian Gecko shouted, grabbing up some muck. He might be one of the more serious boys in the school, but if this was going to be a mud war, he would win.

Instantly, there was more mud in the air than, well, AIR. Quite a few of the girls shrieked and ducked behind various obstacles or bushes, scared to get even dirtier than they already were. But some of them were joining in with the boys whole-heartedly. Violet, for one, was abusing her advantage of bringing her bazooka along. Hey, it could shoot more than just potatoes, and she managed to get Harrington Rosewood in the rear.

"AUGH!!!" the tennis champion yelped as the mud volley hit a most tender area. "MY TENNIS BALLS!!!"

Violet busted a gut laughing, falling to the mud and simultaneously dodging a mud ball. Instead, it hit the back of Rosa's head. Now, the Spanish girl knew what a mud fight was, but she preferred not to get involved. Of course, that didn't mean she was going to hide and cower like a frightened mouse. Rosa had stood her ground, arms crossed over her stomach. No one aimed for her, fearing the girl's wrath. And now she was hit, in her hair no less. Eye twitching, Rosa turned deathly slow to face whoever had the nerve of hitting her with mud.

Tyson Hassleberry was standing stock-still, eyes wide with abject terror. His right hand was frozen in the telltale position of having thrown the clod. Annie, sitting on the sidelines, looked on in horror.

Rosa, when mad, really didn't distinguish friend from foe from fiancé. All she knew was that HE had thrown the mud that had hit HER in the head. That did it. "You want a piece of me, chico?! FINE!!" she shouted in Spanish. Rosa leaned down and in one motion had both hands full of mud. She threw, continuing this pattern in a quick, fluid motion so that by the time Tyson even CONSIDERED running away, he was a mud man.

"Sorry, Spanish Rose," he managed to say before he fell over. "Man down," he added pitifully.

Rosa smirked, placing her muddy hands on her hips. "Hn. That will teach you not to throw mud in my hair," she stated smugly.

By this time, Professor Viper had finally gotten control over the fray and calmed things down. "Good grief! Who started this?" the very large instructor asked... no, demanded. The teacher was met by a silent tension and blank, mud-covered stares. Some of the girls were muttering complaints about having gotten mud in their hair.

And then, Randy Mototani spoke up. "Terry did it, and I didn't do nothin'!"

"You hit Antennae Hair!" the teal-haired teen growled. And one could practically hear Wheeler the monkey peeling a banana on the other side of the woods. "What... did you say?" Viper asked. It was his deadly calm "you're going to die, but I have to decide how you will" tone.

All of the girls hushed, both them and the boys staring with wide, fearful eyes at their professor. Even Rosa, Axel, Jim, and Tyson, normally unfazed, felt very, very uncomfortable. Terry had the look of a dead man walking, and Randy had conveniently ducked back behind the climbing net. Now, Terry might not have been the wisest student on campus, but he knew he was in a heap of trouble. His body went into panic mode, his heart rate sped up, and his brain shut down. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he keeled over, unconscious.

Now, Randy was certainly not the sharpest tool in the shed. So when he saw his "friend" pass out, his brain took it for the extreme. He screamed and pointed at Professor Viper. "YOU KILLED HIM!! WITH JUST A LOOK!! AAAHHH!!!" After this exclamation, Randy promptly "fled for his life", likely running back in the direction of the Obelisk dorm. He was in such a rush that he ran face first into a tree, but shook it off and kept running as if his very life depended on it.

Viper debated calling after Randy, but attended to Terry instead. A short moment later, Terry came to. "What in the..?"

"You, young man, are in trouble..."

"Aw, crap..." Terry was going to detention...

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The rest of the day went much more calmly and then the guys who had cross-dressed learned the epic downside of wearing the boots the girls favored, especially if said boots were not broken in. Jaden pulled off his boots after the last class of the afternoon to discover that he had... "ARGH! Blisters! OUCH!"

Alexis looked over from where she'd been putting away her own boots. "Blisters? Oh, we should have seen this coming... Hang on, I'll see if I have any ointment, Jaden," she said, heading into the bathroom.

"Thanks, babe," he gritted. His feet ached and one of the blisters had burst. "Alexis, I need a band-aid!"

In the bathroom, the blonde girl sighed, a half-empty bottle of ointment in her hand. "I guess it's a good thing that this was only for a day. I wonder how my brothers and Sy are handling this," she muttered, grabbing a band-aid.

Meanwhile... "I am never going to take the way the girls wear these things for granted," Chazz groaned as he gingerly walked to the couch in his brother's room. Atticus had suggested that they just go to Obelisk to rest for a bit.

"Never did, never will," Atticus agreed, plopping down onto the couch. He peeled off the tight heels, wincing upon sight of numerous blisters.

Chazz took a deep breath and got up. "I'll get... the ointment... and the band-aids..." He groaned as he gingerly headed to the medicine cabinet. "Which band-aids do you want, big bro?"

"The big ones. I think some of these broke... argh," Atticus called, resisting the urge to rub his sore feet.

"Mine did too," Chazz whimpered in a rather high voice. He grabbed the band-aids, and then the Rhodes brothers tended to each other's wounds.

In another part of the Obelisk dorms, Annie sighed and looked over the bleeding and puffy feet of her fiancé. "Oh, honey... you had to push me all the way back here... you've hurt yourself..."

Syrus, grimacing, tried to reassure his fiancée. "I-It's okay, Annie. They're just blisters... they'll go away-ow."

She was kneeling in front of him with their medical kit and inspecting everything. "But some of these broke...They could get infected..." She took out the disinfectant and put it on the open wounds. "This is going to sting a bit..."

"You'll take care of them, Annie. They won't get infe-OW!" Syrus yelped as the disinfectant was daubed onto the broken blisters.

"I know... I'm sorry I'm hurting you..."

"It… doesn't hurt... t-too bad..."

"Are you kidding?" she asked, worry etched all over her face. His own face was white from the pain. And he was shaking like a leaf. "Honey, you're shaking!"

"O-okay, so... maybe it hurts a... a l-little," he muttered. She did her work as quickly as she could and then got herself onto the bed. She gently placed her lips on his and her arms around him. He sighed, sliding his arms around her in response and pulling her closer to his small body.

The kiss went on for what seemed like one hundred years; that is, until... "Annie, Syrus, I heard... What the heck were you doing?!" Bastion yelped. The couple had left the door open.

Syrus pulled out of the kiss with a gasp, and would have likely fallen off the bed had Annie not been on top of him. "U-uh! B-Bastion?!"

Annie lifted up as quickly as she could, fire red in the face. "Bastion?! What do you think we were doing?"

The Ra genius, equally red, answered, "Well, the way you talked... oh, what in the name of Einstein was I thinking?" He groaned again and added, "I...er, thought you were... you know... But it sounded rather... kinky..." His head lowered and he sweat-dropped.

Suddenly, a body leapt onto the genius's back, surprising him and causing him to face-plant the carpet. Violet sat on her fiancé's back, shaking her head with a "tsk" sound. "Bastion-baby, this is Annie and Syrus we're talking about. I doubt they'd ever do that sort of thing."

Annie and Sy were now fire-red, having not yet told their friends that they'd already been intimate in a very realistic dream. Bastion caught the look, and promptly passed out. Violet blinked, prodding him in the back of the head. "Bastion? Hellllooooo??..... Uh-oh. Annie! I think I killed him!!" she yelped, jumping to her feet.

Annie got off the bed and checked Bastion's pulse. "He'll be fine... I think we shocked the heck out of him, though..."

She worked over her surrogate brother for a few minutes and finally he came to. "Oh, bugger..."

"Bastion!" Violet shouted, shaking him a bit roughly by the shoulders so that his head snapped back and forth. "Can you hear me?! Bastion!!"

Bastion managed to sit himself up. "Ouch... Darling, I'm all right... Just... strange mental images I had... but they're not wearing black leather..."

Annie and Sy exchanged horrified glances. "WHAT?"

Violet sweat-dropped. "Bastion, I suggest you stop now before you embarrass yourself further."

"Yes... good idea..."

Bastion and Violet walked out of the room and Annie looked at Syrus. "Black leather?"

Syrus sweat-dropped. "Maybe... we shouldn't try and figure out exactly what he was thinking..." he muttered.

"Uh... no... definitely not," she muttered, also sweat-dropping. "How are the feet?"

He stretched the appendages a bit. "Better... I think the ointment is helping."

"Good... you'll just wear your regular boots tomorrow with your Host Club uniform... and you'll get to see me in my costume," she smiled shyly.

He grinned. "Yeah, tomorrow's going to be fun. I can't wait to see you and the other girls in your outfits."

"Yeah. Hmmm... we have to figure about dinner tonight... you shouldn't walk on those feet..."

"Maybe we could ask Bastion and Violet to bring us back something?"

Evidently, Bastion was psychic. No sooner had that flown out of Sy's mouth that the Ra genius knocked on the door. "Syrus? Annie?" he called, "Would you like it if we... ordered in this evening?"

Syrus blinked in surprise. "Uh, yeah... we were just talking about that, Bastion..."

"I think the group will be doing that. Jaden, Chazz and Atticus were walking strangely when class was over," Bastion observed.

"They got blisters too!" Violet piped up, popping her head into the room above Bastion's shoulder. The future Mr. and Mrs. Truesdale couldn't help it and started cracking up. Violet grinned. "At least they didn't fall over too much."

"Yeah!" Annie chuckled.

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And so in the evening, final preparations all over the academy were made to Halloween costumes. Many students were planning to dress as their favorite duel monsters or anime characters, and the group around Jaden was no exception. In said Slifer's Obelisk bedroom, he looked over his uniform for tomorrow, a white dress shirt, black tie, black pants and a powder-blue blazer with a school patch on it. "Hey... this isn't so bad," he grinned sheepishly.

"Not as bad as cross-dressing, right?" Alexis asked with a smirk. Her own outfit lay beside his, an identical match but shaped differently to fit her feminine body. There was also a brown wig consisting of short, clipped hair sitting on the vanity.

"You have to wear a wig too?" he asked curiously.

She nodded. "Yeah. Since I'm dressing as Haruhi, and my hair is so different, I need a wig. If my hair was short, or it was brown, I probably wouldn't have one."

"Can I put it on you?" he asked, flushing a little.

She blinked in surprise. "Put it on me? Right now?"

Jaden nodded, unable to conceal the pink coming to his cheeks. "Y-Yeah... is that all right?"

"Uh, sure."

Jaden slowly pulled his fiancée's hair into a French twist, pinning it carefully. And then he took the wig and placed it on her. "You look... good..."

Alexis smiled a little. "I do?"

Jaden nodded again, his expression clearly stating that she looked incredible to him. She looked really good with brown hair. "You do... though I think I like you the way you are."

Alexis' smile became a smirk. "Good. Because I don't plan on changing my looks anytime soon."

"And I wouldn't have you change..."

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Over in the Hassleberry-Jimenez residence... "Rosa... darlin', you look beautiful," Tyson said as his beloved tried on her uniform, a sailor suit with a red collar and skirt.

Rosa's shoulder-length hair was also pinned up so that it appeared even shorter, her skirt falling to mid-calf. She looked herself over in the mirror, deciding she made a good look-alike of Benio Amakusa from the Zuka Club. "Really, Tyson?" she asked, turning to face him.

"Y-Yeah... you look... awesome," he answered, putting on his Ouran High School blazer. "I'm glad I'm just a regular Ouran guy..."

"Well, I think your uniform makes you look very nice. You look... sophisticated."

Tyson couldn't help it and started to chuckle. "Me? Sophisticated? Me, the guy who turns dino?" Somehow, most of Duel Academy didn't think of the Texas Ra as... sophisticated.

Rosa frowned a little, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she pressed against him. "You can be sophisticated if you try. And even when you don't; you are somewhat already. Remember how you treated me when we first met?"

"Well, that's how Mama and Daddy raised me. You treat a girl like a lady..."

"And that makes you more sophisticated than many of the men on this island, Ty-Ty."

"Aw, dang it," he mock-groaned, blushing. "Spanish Rose, you're makin' me rose red!"

She smirked. "That's my job as your fiancée."

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Back at the joint suite belonging to Annie, Sy, Bastion and Violet, Annie held out a stuffed pink bunny rabbit. "Her name's Usa-chan, Sy!"

Syrus took the bunny, grinning sheepishly. "I have to carry this around tomorrow?"

"Yeah, because you're Honey... and that means you act extra cute... That's why Reiko fell for you... um, him," she stated, blushing deeply.

He, too, blushed. "Uh, okay. I guess I'll try to act cute..."

Annie blushed even more deeply from her chair, now clad in a very pretty yellow dress with a high collar. "Any cuter, and I might have a nosebleed," she muttered under her breath.

"Huh?" Syrus asked. He, too, was trying on his small uniform that was identical to the other boys'. However, Annie had helped him style his hair differently to look more like Honey's, though it was still a cyan blue. So, as he turned to look at her questioningly, bunny in his arms, he looked positively adorable.

And sure enough, Annie slumped to the side and developed a slight nosebleed. 'He did it... he's so cute, I'm going to explode!' her mind screamed just before it shut down.

Syrus gasped, dropping the stuffed rabbit and running over to kneel beside Annie. "Annie! Are you okay?!"

She had an oddly happy look on her face, blissful and yet calm. "Syrus, mate, I think you broke her brain," Bastion observed. Bastion was wearing a uniform identical to Syrus's, but obviously larger. His jacket was also left unbuttoned, letting his black tie hang loose.

Violet, hair styled to be like Renge's and in a dress identical to Annie's, was struggling to style her fiancé's hair. "Yeah, just give her a few minutes. She'll come around," she grunted, tugging at the locks to make them unruly.

Bastion sighed and laughed. "Mum tried for years to change my hair... never worked, love."

And then Annie came to... sort of. "I want you in that bunny suit, Sy..."

"Oh, I'm not giving up. You're hair WILL look like Mori's, even if it kills me," Violet growled, eyes narrowed in concentration.

Syrus, meanwhile, blinked and looked at his fiancée. "What?"

Annie blinked, coming out of her daze on the couch. "Huh?"

"You mentioned something about a bunny suit?" Bastion asked, stunned. And Annie blushed deeply.

"Annie, are you okay?" Syrus repeated, taking her hand.

"Y-yeah," she answered softly, the nosebleed having miraculously disappeared.

"Annie... you mentioned something about... Syrus in a bunny suit?" Bastion asked, his face a question mark. And Annie blushed deeply.

"Annie?" Syrus asked, confused. Violet was snickering.

"Uh... can we talk about this later, hon? Please?" Annie asked, her eyes pleading.

Syrus blinked, frowning in utter puzzlement. "Um, okay..."

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And in the boys section of Obelisk, three boys with very sore feet now stood in front of their mirrors. "Well, this looks much better," Chazz smirked. He was wearing the customary black pants of Ouran High school, but underneath the fictional school's signature blue blazer was an open white business shirt and underneath that was a bright yellow t-shirt. He also wore a necklace. And then he put on his "mean" face.

Atticus couldn't suppress a snort, clutching his side as he desperately suppressed the laughter that begged to come flying out of his mouth. He shook, grin giving himself away as he made sputtering noises. He himself was wearing the same outfit as Syrus, Bastion, and Jaden, blue blazer neatly buttoned up. Although his brown hair contradicted Tamaki's blonde, he'd pinned it up to look shorter.

"Uh, bro? I'm glad Mary Sue isn't at this school anymore," Chazz remarked, knowing what his brother was laughing at. His mean face had suddenly gone catlike.

Atticus stopped laughing, blinking in surprise. "Huh?"

"You realize you and Alexis are playing love interests, right?" the boy asked, that slightly naughty expression still on his face. "And you know what Mary Sue would say about that, don't you?"

Atticus blinked again, pausing to think this out and consider what his little brother was saying. Alexis was playing Haruhi, and he was playing Tamaki. In the show, they... His eyes suddenly bugged out, and his grimace was so broad that it could have split his face open. "Ugh, bro!! Don't even make me think that!! I'm glad she's not here."

Chazz grinned and calmly took out a digital camera from his pocket, snapping a picture of his big brother's horrified expression. "Gotcha!"

Atticus's pupils had shrunk from the sudden flash, and everything to him suddenly looked... polka-dotted. He gasped, flailing his arms and doing a near-perfect rendition of an upset Tamaki. "MY EYES!! Bro, you made me go blind! All I can see is spots! AAAGGGHHH!!!"

And that drove Chazz into nearly hysterical laughter. "Oh my gosh! I actually got you! OH MAN!!!" He was on his knees in seconds, doubling over.

Atticus didn't think taking his vision his way was very funny. The spots were making him nauseous, so he closed his eyes and began stumbling around in search of a chair. Of course, since his eyes were closed, this only led to more problems on his part. Atticus walked face-first into a wall, then turned and tried walking in another direction. Unfortunately, this led to him tripping over the leg of the coffee table in the room, making him lose his balance and fall head-first out of the open window. Luckily, they were on the first floor, and he only had a short fall to the hedges below.

Chazz, in horror, raced over to the window and looked around for his brother, and then he saw Atticus, or rather his legs, sticking out from a bush. "Bro, are you okay?!" he shouted as Atticus flailed comically.

"CHAZZ!! HELP!! I'M STUCK!!!" the oldest Rhodes sibling yelled, spitting out a few leaves. The raven-haired boy leapt out of the window... and then the second disaster struck. A branch, knocked loose when Atticus fell, caught on Chazz's pants. As he moved forward, Chazz heard a loud rip and felt a sudden breeze. "What was that?!" Atticus yelled, unable to see but having clearly heard the noise.

Chazz looked down and to his horror, his pants and part of his boxers had ripped. "My... PANTS!!!"

"Your PANTS?!"

Chazz's face was predictably red as he quickly moved behind the bush so he had some cover. "They ripped... and my boxers have air conditioning!"

"Well, that's great and all, but... I'M STILL STUCK!! Oooh... and I think the blood is rushing to my head," Atticus groaned.

Chazz moved quickly and helped his brother out of the bushes. "There... now I need some new pants," he groaned, trying to hide.

"Well, just climb back in through the window. I'll cover you," Atty replied, shaking the dizziness from his head.

"Thanks." And so the two brothers climbed back into the room, Chazz thankful he had plenty of black pants.

"Bro, if you didn't notice, I don't react well to surprise photos," Atticus stated once Chazz had changed.

"Yeah... but, bro... it was so worth it... Your reaction was priceless!" Chazz whooped as he again straightened his outfit.

Atticus rolled his eyes, but was grinning. "Yeah, well... I'm gonna make you pay for that tomorrow."

"Do it and I'll put the pics on my blog..." Chazz looked like he was kidding... but was he?

Atticus merely smirked. "Do it, and I'll put a few pictures you don't know about on MY blog."

Chazz's eyes widened in horror. "Wait... what pictures?!"

Atty laughed. "That's for ME to know and for YOU to find out when I put them on my blog."

"Do it and.... I'll tell Alexis about your collection of Victoria's Secret catalogs!" Atticus, of course, had a collection, but not for the reason that many guys do. He actually wanted to understand what women liked to wear.

The brunette's eyes widened. "H-Hey! Those are for girl gift research only!"

"Yeah, yeah sure," Chazz smirked.

Atticus pouted. "You used them, too."

Chazz groaned in frustration. "Yeah... well... Alexis is more likely to go postal on you!"

"That's not fair!" Atty whined.

"Well... she's used to getting mad at you!" Chazz retorted.

"Yeah, but she'll punch both of us if she finds out!"

And then Chazz paled. "Oh, man... Okay, I think we need to think about... what are we fighting about?"

Atticus blinked, then scratched his head. "Um..." And then the two brothers started laughing. And Chazz reflected in that moment that it was nice to have a brother he could just laugh with.

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Over in Adrian's room, he, Jim, Axel, Jesse and Aster Phoenix all looked at their outfits. "Hey, this isn't bad," Aster commented. "My fan girls would be drooling..."

"It sure is better than that girl's uniform I had to wear," Jesse added, looking himself over with a relieved smile.

Axel smirked. "Well, at least you pulled it off... And I think Terry Rogers will think twice about messing with you... or Professor Viper..."

"Last I heard, he's on in-house suspension," Adrian groaned, "and he has to clean out the Slifer bathroom..." He paused dramatically, and then added, "With a toothbrush..." The other four boys exchanged glances, then busted out laughing. The image was simply too hysterical in their heads.

In fact at this very moment, Terry was on his knees in the Slifer bathroom in a rather disgusting stall. "I'm not supposed to do this! I'm an Obelisk!"

"Then you should've behaved better," Professor Viper growled. "Keep scrubbing..."

And back at Obelisk... "Viper's treating him like an army grunt," Axel smirked as soon as he could speak. "Never make an ex-sergeant major mad."

"I actually think we look good as members of the Ouran High School," Adrian stated, straightening his glasses.

"I'm not all that comfortable in these dressy clothes, mates," Jim admitted, his discomfort having been obvious already. The Australian was used to loose clothing that let him move freely, not a constricting suit jacket, pants, and dress shoes.

"If it's any comfort, I'm not thrilled with this either," Axel admitted. "I'm used to combat pants and t-shirts. But... it's not gonna be so bad."

"Yeah. And you can still wear your hat, Jim," Jesse pointed out. The group had decided that the hat would be fine; especially since Jim felt more comfortable with it partially covering his bandaged eye.

The other two young men nodded in agreement. When Jim put his hat back on, Adrian walked around the Australian critically. "Hmmm... it works..."

Jim grinned sheepishly. "It does?" He didn't really mind if it did or not; he was just surprised that it did.

Adrian nodded, in his serious mode. "It does... The female population is going to go insane, my friend. You look mysterious..."

Jim sweat-dropped, suddenly worried by that statement. The only ladies Jim Cook had ever been good with were the animal kind, like Shirley. Teenage girls did NOT react well to him when they saw his eye. Though, it was likely that had he looked normal, he would indeed have a horde of fan girls. "Are... are you sure about that, Adrian? I'd rather they didn't."

The four other boys looked at Jim and then each other and then back at Jim. "Why not?" Axel ventured to ask. In the brief time he'd known the South Academy boy, the West Academy boy hadn't figured Jim was nervous around the opposite gender.

Jim frowned, his discomfort now obvious for a much different reason. He rubbed the back of his neck, wondering how to properly explain. "Well, I... I've never been very good with Sheilas, see... I mean, aside from animals, of course."

"Jim, bro... you have a major problem," Adrian sighed mock-seriously, laying a hand on the Australian's shoulder.

Axel did much the same thing. "Dude... you have an accent, you're tall, apparently cute and you're good with animals... And now you're slightly uncomfortable around girls... You're doomed..."

Jim blinked at Adrian's statement, then looked over at his African-American friend when he began to explain. With each strike, his good eye widened, until he finally looked utterly horrified. "I couldn't have been bog standard, could I? Wish I could chuck a sickie tomorrow... Bloody Sheilas..." he muttered at last, covering his face with a hand. It seemed in his depression, Jim had reverted a bit deeper into his roots and Australian slang. "Bog standard" meant basic and "chuck a sickie" meant calling in sick while perfectly healthy.

Jesse was confused by the lingo, but nonetheless offered his taller friend a grin. "Hey, it'll be okay, Jim. Maybe the girls will be busy starin' at some other guys tomorrow."

"Yeah, like you, Jesse," Adrian grinned wickedly. "You're cute, sensitive and can beat the crap out of someone who is an insensitive clod."

Now it was Jesse's turn to look horrified. "Ah, no! But I've got a girlfriend back home already! If she finds out girls are goin' crazy for me, I'll have to face the... the..." He gulped. "The curlin' broom."

"The curling broom?" Axel asked, stunned.

Jesse reached up to lace his fingers in his bubblegum pink wig. "The curlin' broom! I'd rather face Alexis on a bad day, or a really mad Rosa than Willow's curlin' broom! Anythin' but that!!" he groaned, his fear unnervingly real.

Adrian shivered, understanding. He knew better than to make Echo mad, because she chased him down with her tennis racket. Granted, he couldn't say a word because as far as the world was concerned, he was Echo's brother. Aster couldn't quite understand it yet, but he did understand the concept of angry women.

Jim, too, understood, though not in the same sense as Jesse and Adrian. "My mum knew how to handle the kitchen broom. My dad knew to never make her mad," he said with a nod.

"Mama's the same way," Axel groaned, "But at least she goes after you with a feather duster..."

"A feather duster??" Jesse asked incredulously.

"Yeah. One of those old-fashioned ones... with a hard handle..."

"Ooooh. Okay, now that sounds scary."

"Yeah..." All five young men shivered.

And now the final supposed punishment is upon the boys. It seems that what the girls originally intended as punishment has actually become fun for the whole gang. And what is to come? Next time, join us for "Duel Academy Host Club!" Peach and Ani thank you in advance, as always for your reading and reviews!