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(Chapter One) Cross-Dressers

My eyes fell upon him in an instant as he walked through the classroom door behind the teacher. Dark burgundy hair, so smooth and silky, ebony chocolate eyes that froze my very heart, pale creamy skin that I could almost taste, no, skin that I wanted to taste under my tongue. I could feel my heart pounding heavily in my chest as my cheeks flushed a reddish hue. The boy, who know stood in front of the whole class, was wearing a red T-shirt with a black skull design and a large coat that had brownish-tan fur around the bottom and over the hood, along with an Ankh necklace and a studded black belt with dark gray denim jeans, and leather black laced boots.

I was no match for his dark beauty; my hair was an usual sunny yellow shade, slightly untamed in the back, and dark green eyes that made them almost look black all around. My skin was a little darker than my new, handsome classmate. I was best known for being, excuse the meanness of this word, a fag of the class. I was never truly comfortable wearing boyish fashion, but I'm very proud of being gay! I wore a white button-up shirt with a red tie and a small pink hairclip to pull back some of my bangs, and red n' black striped arm warmers; I also had a plaid skirt on and fishnet leggings, and some long black leather boots.

Suddenly, the teacher wrote the boy's name on the broad: "Ryoko Orenichi". I stared for a moment, a long moment. 'That… that can't be right!' I thought, 'Ryoko is a girl's name! Hmm, wait…'- I paused for a second- 'Maybe he's like me… he just has a girly name… yeah!' The teacher then told the class that Ryoko had transferred here from a private school and that we should treat him as one of our own. I sure was going to. "Now, there's an open seat in front of Hikari Ishtar," the teacher said, "You may sit there." Yes, this was my lucky day! He was going to be sitting in front of me.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking rather stern, or maybe apathetic, as he walked down the isle and made himself comfortable in front of me. He was even prettier up close! The temptation of reaching forward and taking a few strands of his hair just to feel the softness of it raced through my thoughts, but I resisted to my best ability. "Oi," he said in a soft tone, abruptly turned to me, "Can I borrow your text book? I don't have one." My cheeks blushed more. "S-Sure!" I half-yipped, handing over the thick book. His fingers slightly brushed against mine, his skin feverishly warm, as he took the book and turned around again.

"Thanks," he whispered, flipping through some of the pages. I forced a smile, replying faintly, "N-No problem, Ryo. O-Oh! That's ok, right? Callin' ya Ryo?" He waved a hand dismissively, as if telling me it was fine, and I smiled more. I stared at the back of his head again, slightly resting my head in the palm of my hand, when he turned his attention back to me. "Hey, why're you wearing girl clothes?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "You gay?" Blunt… very blunt. I flinched a little, my blush grew across my cheeks. "I assume you h-hate me now, right?" I questioned. He let out a soft "heh" and turned back to the book.

"Why would you think I hate you?" he asked quietly, "I'd be a hypocrite if I did." I blinked a few times, unsure if I'd heard him right. "Y-You…?" I whispered, leaning forward, "You're gay?!" A few classmates glared at me and him; I sank a little in my seat, but he just went "heh" again. After a few minutes, he asked, "Your name's Hikari, right?" I nodded and he smiled sweetly. It was a very pretty grin. He handed the textbook back, replying, "Thanks, Kari-chan." Kari-chan?! No one has ever given me a cute pet name like that.

I slouched a bit in my chair, smiling to myself. "Oh, I'm not gay," he said suddenly after a few minutes of the teacher lecturing us about something in history, "I'm bisexual." I looked to the open book, a little disappointed; he liked guys AND girls. But, at least he did have feelings for the same sex. "Ooh, I see," I whispered, lightly tapping my foot against the leg of his chair. There was a long silence between us now, assuming he and I were now trying to pay attention to class. "Hikari?" he whispered after about twenty minutes or so, "Be honest, do you really think I'm a dude?" I paused, not too sure what Ryoko meant. "Uhh, you're not?" I asked, hoping he'd just laugh and say, "Ha ha, fooled you, I am!". But, he didn't. 'Oh my god,' I thought, 'Ryoko IS a girl!'