I stood there awkwardly, gazing carefully at Rio, who was adjusting the tie around my neck as if the accessory was of the utmost importance. The Kamishiro girl was smirking as she went along her business, pulling out a towel and settling it on my shoulders, making sure to cover my clothing as much as she could so hair gel wouldn't get onto it. She took the gel's container from my hands and placed it on the counter, opening it and dipping her fingers into it.

"So," she began, holding up her hands as if prepared to do surgery, "How do you like your hair?"

I pointed to the picture that I held in my hands, a photograph taken a year before, and when I actually gave a damn about doing something with my hair. "This style, according to my mother, will make me appear to be a boy, so… This will do."

Rio nodded. "Ah, such a complicated style." Leaning forward, she mussed with my hair, pulling it up with a good portion of hair gel and coming it into the exact position that I'd had it back in Japan a year ago. Nervously, I watched her do what she needed to do, staring at the mirror as I saw the transformation from female to male happen before my very eyes.

I wore a tuxedo, which had to be specially ordered to fit my small frame, and a breast band to keep my figure male. The clothing itched and I wanted to take it off, be in my underwear like I had been this morning, before Rio had called Droite and I letting us know that she was coming over with a plan to have my fiancée's parents accept me. Which meant, naturally, that we couldn't spend a day by ourselves; I wanted to explore more of what Droite could do to me to make me hot and sweaty all over. And, we didn't have to worry about school either—we had called in sick today to make sure that this plan went smoothly without worries.

"Okay, I think that's good." Rio stepped back to allow me to gaze into the mirror. Without makeup and with my hair up, in this boyish attire, I certainly appeared to be a man. It was odd, and I touched my face in confusion for a second before fully realizing it was me. Sighing to myself, I stood, uncomfortable in the tuxedo for it made my skin irritated. With a frown, I made my way out of the basement bathroom and climbed up to the first floor, where Ryouga and Droite were talking over legal complications for what we were going to do (he had given me the down-low yesterday, so I already knew what was up).

Hearing us come up, Ryouga and Droite turned to look at us, and god, my fiancée's eyes were all over me. I could feel her steady gaze and it made shivers tickle my spine. Rio snapped her fingers in front of my face in order to drag my attention to her, and she rolled her eyes.

"Damn lovebirds," she commented drily, going to her brother. "Anyway, we ready to give this a shot? I mean, they probably won't be happy that she's not marrying Gauche and that this happened behind their backs, but… Kai looks like a respectful man."

"Get it right—it's Kaito now that I'm dressed this way," I mumbled as Droite came over to me. I let her lace an arm through one of mine, and now that she had taken off her heels we were nearly the same height.

"Fine, prissy boy," Rio growled, glaring at me. I rolled my eyes. "C'mon y'all, let's get going." At her fake Southern accent the rest of us gave her a questioning glance, but she just popped the bubblegum in her mouth and grabbed her keys and purse off the table. "And no, Ryouga, you can't drive."

…

I gawked at Droite's house. Sure, I've seen large houses, especially Gauche's, but hers is like a castle—I kid you not. It's built with a medieval theme to it, like the manor I saw in an anime Mizael forced me to watch one PE class. The driveway was long and covered in red bricks, and while Rio drove her Prius over the pathway leading to the water fountain in the front, I watched as a servant, I suppose, watered some of the flowerpots lining the path. Ryouga huffed and crossed his arms with a roll of his eyes, as if pissed that we were coming over here. I wondered why for a moment until we stopped suddenly at the front of the manor.

"Geez Droite," I stated after I had exited the car, straightening my tuxedo coat quickly while looking up at the massive building. "What even are your parents?"

"Senators that run companies, I think—They're almost never home so I'm not sure." She shrugged and walked up the steps, guiding the rest of us along with us. "Anyway, my cousin Vector's staying here for Thanksgiving, so expect to get pranked on several times during your stay."

"But it's not even close to Thanksgiving yet," I muttered as we entered the lobby. As expected, it was elegant, large enough to hold a party within without having guests go anywhere else. The main staircase lead to the upper levels, which branched off in several directions, from what I could tell. A man in a black suit came over, bowing to Droite as she allowed him to take her bag. She smiled sheepishly at me, and I just waved it off, totally unperturbed by it; unlike Ryouga, who was gritting his teeth and trying to keep himself in check.

"Ah, Droite my dear, you're home," an elegant female voice spoke, and a woman wearing a beautiful blue dress came down the stairs, smiling—however, her polite atmosphere was definitely fake. I could tell—my father had pulled that off enough times that it was easy for me to spot. The woman raised her eyes to look at the Kamishiro twins, then gazed curiously at me. "Who's the new friend, Droite?"

"Um, mom," Droite paused, standing beside me and clasping my hand. "This is Tenjo Kaito. He's my, ah, fiancé."

"Oh?" Caught off guard, the woman came forward and looked me up and down. I felt naked under her gaze, and I hoped like hell she couldn't tell that I was actually a girl. "You never told me you were planning on getting engaged."

"Apparently I was left out of the loop too," a man spoke, wearing a grey suit and a stoic expression as he came over. His hair was a green coloration, and those eyes of his were violet. "Droite, we told you that you might marry Gauche when he turns eighteen."

"Yes, dad, but I found new love. A better love, too." Droite pulled me forward, pushing me to her parents. I gulped and smiled at them, bowing in respect.

"I am honored to meet you all," I said, keeping the shakiness out of my voice, but barely out of my frame. "Your daughter is a fine one, and she is who I want to marry." At least that part was true—I hope.

Her mother frowned, coming over to me and placing her hands on my shoulders. I nearly winced under her intense gaze, but I managed to keep my emotions in check. I could hear Rio and Ryouga chatting behind me with butler, as if we weren't in this situation at all. I wanted to smack them, but I was currently preoccupied with Droite's parents—

"Good!" her mother cried, clapping her hands and sweeping her daughter into a hug. Their black hair, so much like each other's, blended together. I frowned in confusion, and Droite likewise did the same. "Kaito, I support you two getting married! Shall we have dinner and discuss more about this over the table?"

Without waiting for an answer from the younger people, Droite's father answered, "Yes, we shall. I know the Tenjo name quite well—I heard they had a daughter and a son, so I suppose their son will do fine for our daughter."

I swallowed hard. At least they didn't know that Haruto was the son, not me! "I'd be honored," I said, bowing slightly. Droite sighed in relief as her mother released her. The older woman bounded out of the room with husband in tow, smiling like she was truly giddy with herself.

"That was close," I whispered to Droite as I came to her side. She frowned hard, then looked up at the ceiling.

"Yo bitches, I'm alive!" A voice yelled from above, and Droite pulled me and herself aside as a boy with orange hair face-planted the ground. He laughed like a maniac, pulling his face off the floor and looking at me with crazed violet eyes. "Hey Droite, who's the pretty one you brought today? He looks mighty tasty."

I glared at him for that remark while Droite brought a hand to her face and sighed in exasperation. "Just shut the hell up, Vector, and calm yourself." Going over to him, she kicked him in the stomach, hard enough to have him sprawled on the rug coughing. "He's my fiancé, and I swear to god if you try anything I will castrate you, got that?"

Vector nodded, holding his stomach and mock crying on the floor. Rio and Ryouga came over, said their goodbyes, and left without a word. I frowned and wished that they hadn't left—they were leaving me to fend for myself!

…

"So how long have you known our daughter?" Droite's mother, named Cecilia, asked while sipping her wine. I looked over at Droite for a few seconds before taking a drink of cider and answering.

"A few months," I replied, lying straight through my teeth. I missed being able to lie like this, considering how sadistic I had gotten back in Japan due to my dad's beatings and whatever. Shutting my eyes, I put a piece of turkey between my lips and told myself that it tasted disgusting and that I shouldn't be eating it.

Droite's father, known as Heartland apparently (why anyone goes by that, I have no idea), gave me a stern look. "Quite fast to choose this path, don't you think?"

"I'm not one to fall, but," I paused, cleaning my mouth, "Droite just captured my heart."

Droite blushed at that, and I could tell she was both embarrassed and wanting to get her mouth between my legs all at once. Her mother laughed, a light red tint over her cheekbones—obviously drunk off her ass. "That's my daughter, getting all the guys she wants."

Heartland smiled and rolled his eyes. He had long ago finished his food and was finishing off wine. Probably his fifth or sixth glass, from the way he was also flushing. "Despite your young age, we will allow you two to marry. When shall we start wedding preparations?"

As the couple got locked in conversation about wedding stuff, I looked over at Droite and raised an eyebrow. She shrugged, looking around so she could warn me if Vector was in the vicinity. Hurriedly I finished my food and drink, waiting patiently for Droite to do the same so we could get home and into bed. I was craving another orgasm, hence my mood being highly elevated. My body craved it too, and I could sense it.

"We're keeping you here for tonight, Droite," Cecilia spoke up, and I frowned. Dammit, ruin my brain's plans, why don't you. "We need to find a wedding planner for you and I want you here for that."

"Kaito, our butler Hannes can take you home." Heartland gestured the butler over, and told the man what to do. Hannes bowed, a hand over his heart, and helped me out of my chair. I went over to Droite quickly and gave her a peck on the lips (which made Cecilia squeal) before leaving with the butler.

Sorry guys, for not updating. I'm not feeling well so I'm struggling with the updates. Anyway, review and I'll see you tomorrow.