My Name Is Yuugi

Warnings: Yaoi, Yuri, and lemons in future chapters.
Pairings: YxY, other minor pairings mentioned.
Chapter: 2/?
Author's Note: This chapter doesn't sound quite right yet, so I apologize. I might tweak it a little, but for now I'll leave it as is. If you have any suggestions as to what else to explain about what Yuugi's hiding, leave me a review. xD


Big shock, right?

Yami and Jii-chan have said that they're surprised nobody's guessed it yet. The mounting comments I see about my large, chibi-esque eyes, long lashes, and slim, petite figure should surely give me away. Strangely enough, it hasn't. These features just seem to fuel the worldwide opinion that I'm an adorable little bishounen. Hehe... If only they all knew that I was a bishoujo instead.

Sometimes, hiding everything gets so tiresome. I've had thoughts of walking into a KaibaCorp. press conference, standing up next to the microphone and stripping down to my birthday suit so that I could scream, "I'M A FEMALE!" Two things get in the way of this occasional fantasy: Risking the entire world thinking I'm a filthy liar, and having Kaiba see me in naked female glory.

Not going to happen. Instead, I sit here quietly, day after day, and go through a daily ritual to keep up my semi-manly appearances. I'd love to try to put on a nice, form-fitting dress, pull my hair down, and add makeup that's more girly than what I already wear. I'd love to wear shirts and pants that modestly show off my curves... But I'd never get away with it in this country.

I dread getting up in the morning. Alarm clock, meet fist, fist, meet alarm clock. I'll get up quietly to avoid waking Yami, and cross over to the bathroom. After a short shower and a brushing of the teeth and hair, I'll return to my room and cast my bath towel aside to start putting on the components of my school uniform.

I don't take any notice as Yami rises and walks past me. He's seen me like this many times before, and frankly, I think he likes it. The first drawer of my dresser produces my undergarments, socks, accessories, and the white dress shirt I wear over the leather top. While that favorite little top of mine is found in the second drawer, the standard blue uniform jacket and pants hang, neatly ironed, in my closet.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I'll pull a pair of light-colored panties up and over my hips, and fasten the matching bra over my chest. I always strap my neck buckle on afterwards, lest I forget to cover up an ever-present bruise on that hidden patch of skin. The complicated leather top is shrugged on next, the heavy buckled straps serving their purpose of easing the curve of my breasts to a more inconspicuous state, however uncomfortable it is. A pair of prop boxers, only worn in case someone should try to de-pants me in the hallway, covers the lacy underwear, and is in turn covered by the nicely pressed uniform pants. I'll carefully pull the dressy white t-shirt over the leather and button it, leaving only one button unfastened. Yami never fails to come out of the bathroom just as I stand up, taking the uniform jacket downstairs with me to the breakfast table. I'll pull it on to one arm and then the other as I go down the stairs, swooping up a couple pieces of toast before putting on my shoes and socks at the doorway.

Yami, the lazy bum that he is, always rushes to get dressed, tripping over himself on his way down the stairs. Every morning, I give him the same scolding expression, and every morning he returns it with a glare as we say goodbye to Jii-chan and head off to school.

But, when you're a dueling champion, covering your girly parts is only half the battle.

I bet you're wondering about the whole "time of the month" thing, right? Well, that's as simple as stealing candy. ...Okay, it's definitely NOT candy that I'm stealing. That was a really bad example...

Just before the time comes for me to turn into a horny, screaming mass of confusion, which is easy to predict with sudden mood and hormonal swings, I just place a call to Anzu or Rebecca and concoct some reason for me to show up at their doorstep... and their bathroom.

"Hello?" I would say.

"Hey, Yuugi! How's it going?" would be the reply.

"Same old, same old... Hey, how would you like to have some snacks and watch the latest soap episode?"

"That would be great! Do you think you can make it here in time?"

"I'm sure I can manage. See you in a bit!"

Do I feel guilty about commiting petty theft every month? Of course. But do you really think that Yami, Jii-chan, or I could get away with walking into ANY store in Japan and buying a box of feminine hygeine products without being noticed? In your dreams. So, this is how I make do. Besides, they're my friends! If I were a regular girl, they'd be sharing things with me anyway... right?

So, I'll pack my bookbag with a few snacks of my own, just to have an excuse to bring it, swing it over my shoulder, and head on my way. It's about as long of a walk as it is to the school, and it never takes me long. I'll ring the doorbell, bouncing on my feet. They'll answer with a grin, and I'll immidiately ask to use the restroom. Rushing up, as if I were in a hurry to relieve myself, I would shut the door and drop my bag. Depending on whose house I happen to be pilfering, I'll rummage quietly and carefully through either the medicine cabinet or under the sink, and I'll nab enough to last me through the upcoming week. Wrapping the supplies up in a gym T-shirt at the bottom of my bag is my stashing place of choice, avoiding having them seen or heard.

Every single time I go through this, the thought crosses my mind that they should stop packaging these things in crinkling wrappers. I mean, it's not exactly discreet, is it? Can't a girl have some privacy while she's in a fragile state?

I'll flush the toilet and turn on the sink faucet, making that I'm washing my hands. I'll pretend to shake my hands off and wipe them on my pants as I come out of the bathroom and head to the television, where Anzu is usually waiting with the channel set to the soap opera of choice. Yuugi Mutou watching soap operas? Anzu thinks that's my only secret. So, once a month, I'll sit through an hour of snacking on unhealthy foods and watching impossibly complicated television shows with Anzu or Rebecca. They consider it a ritual now, and expect me to come around at the same time every month.

Now, about those doctor visits and physicals... Easy! My mother is a registered and respected doctor here in Japan. It's part of the reason she moved away, but I don't complain. She understands the reasoning behind hiding my true gender, and she supports it wholeheartedly. Getting the physicals done for gym class is a lot easier than going through gym class itself...

I'm constantly weaving my way through a crowd of schoolboys, all of whom are joking around, smacking each other with towels, and wrestling. Not that I don't mind the view, but it's scary to think that any one of them could figure everything out just by breaking down the door to the stall. I go in the stall to change into my strategically dark-colored gym clothes, and I go into the stall to change out of them. I'd love to be able to take a shower after all that activity, but I settle with spritzing some American man-perfume on myself that's advertised to attract girls like magnets.

I wouldn't mind attracting them... Not in the least.

But why would I want to when I have Yami?