Happily ever after my ass!

 

~*~*~*~*Chapter 0.5~*~*~*~*

Honey brown eyes, eyes I dreamed would stare at me with love, need, and lust, eyes I dreamed would brighten up upon my arrival, golden blonde hair, hair I dreamed of running my fingers through, to remove all tangles and knots from those silky soft strands, soft cherry pink lips, lips I dreamed of kissing, lips I dreamed of having run along my skin, smooth tan skin, skin I dreamed to touch, caress, and molest.

Most people would have seen these striking appearances, and most would have fallen for just his looks alone.

Not me, I had fallen for him for much more, I fell for his attitude, I fell for his voice, his irrational sparks of anger, and most of all for his kindness.

I had problems showing my feelings, I knew such a thing as 'love' was frowned upon by my adoptive father, it was a sign of weakness, and weakness was pushed over in this cruel world of CEO's, and business, so that was why I had never made my move, I allowed myself to push the golden haired beauty away, I allowed myself to continue living, perfectly fine with just watching him, admiring the beauty from a distance.

Even when he came out of the closet, informing his 'friend' of his sexuality (although I found it not surprising) I was tempted to make a move, to claim my 'princess' but I kept my distance, I stayed away, watching from a distance as his friends accepted him, slowly, but still accepted him.

After all, he was still the same person.

I watched with mild interest as his male friends began questioning him, asking him to 'rate' their over all appearance, or ask him to talk to a girl they were interested in, to see if they stood a chance.

What girl didn't open up to a gay guy friend?

I stayed my distance, continuing to mock and tease him, like I always did, put him down, belittle him, all so he would hate me, the more he hated me, the less of a chance I had with him.

And although it killed me with every horrible word, although it pained me to watch those honey brown eyes break, and fill with tears.

I knew it was for his own good.

It was a Friday, right after school when I begun to notice the advances of Ryuji Otogi, I watched from a distance, as the black haired mans hand ran along the sides of 'my' blonde, I was furious, and unleashed cruel heartless words towards them both.

By Monday news of the two becoming a couple was all over the school.

I didn't stay very long that day, and didn't go back for nearly a month, I couldn't dare face him after my cruel attack, I didn't dare face him knowing he would never be mine.

By the time I returned, rumours about the two continued, I chose to ignore it, and during classes I returned to my longing stares.

Then the story began to develop.

Jonouchi Katsuya was a special and rare child, he was born with the outer body of male, yet the inner body of a female, most children born like that are operated on, to make them fully female, or they die soon after birth.

But as I said previously Jonouchi Katsuya was a special case, no one had known of his natural transgender, and he had lived.

He was able to produce children two ways.

1. 
   

   He could impregnate a girl, he could become a father, and his life would have been completely normal.



2. 
   

   He could in fact birth children, he could become a mother, making his life far more difficult in the process

I walked towards the bathroom, intending to wash my hands before leaving the property of the school, before going off to work, and filling the hole in my heart with mountains and mountains of paper work.

Honey brown stopped me in my tracks, we stared at each other, myself in complete shock and awe, I was mesmerised by those eyes, those beautiful brown eyes staring towards me.

The white box upon the counter pulled my attention towards it, I stared in confusion towards the white box, and the white plastic stick held tightly by those long thing fingers, those fingers I dreamed would touch me.

His cheeks darkened red, his eyes widened more in shock and fear, I saw his hands shake.

He obviously was not expecting anyone to come into the bathroom at the other end of the school, he was obviously not expecting anyone to still be in the school building after hours (hell I wasn't expecting to be here either if I hadn't of forgotten my cell phone back at my desk).

We stared at each other, still speechless before his phone begun to ring, I watched as his attention darted away from me, and down towards the white plastic stick

“F-fuck” I heard his mumbles, and I could see the fear in his eyes.

I was no idiot, I could read the box, I could see the stick.

I was no idiot, but at that moment I wondered why the hell would Jonouchi Katsuya need a pregnancy test?

(Author notes: I will be doing character POV's throughout the story, mostly Jonouchi's POV :) )