Flopping onto his bed Ichiro let out a sigh, thankful the day was over. Christmas day, like a few other holidays, Ichiro found himself dreading. It was a day his mother cooked a big meal and his grandfather came to dinner. It was awkward enough for Ichiro to have dinner with his father Seiichi alone but throw in grandfather Toriyama and it became unbearable. Not only did Ichiro have to hear his father tear into him about his incompetence his grandfather had quite a few words to input as well. Ichiro spent most of the dinner with his teeth gritted.

Ichiro’s mother Honami tried to comfort him whenever the two men became a little too mean but that just embarrassed Ichiro and added fuel to the fire. He had to hear a lot about Gakuin High and how Ichiro had no control even as student body president. A majority of the conversation was about how this was his last term and how he was too stupid to make it into the university of his father’s choice. There was also talk of Ichiro making a military career out of his life just like his dad and his grandfather. Ichiro felt that he had no control of his future. Now he had to focus on passing the exams to get into the school his father desired but it was hard to study. He spent too much time trying to weed out the scum in his school.

There was one other thing Ichiro couldn’t forget and that was he was supposed to be training someone to take his place when he leaves the school someone who could handle it. Sitting up on his bed Ichiro removed the tie he had been wearing for dinner and unbuttoned his silk shirt. The only light in the room was the soft glow of Ichiro’s laptop sitting on his desk. Getting up Ichiro sat in front of his laptop and looked at his messenger to see it was empty. Not that he didn’t have friends to IM him he assured himself it wasn’t because he didn’t have many friends rather they were just busy with the holiday.

Ichiro then accessed a website the streamed anime and tried to find a gundam related one he wanted to watch. He hesitated a bit before closing out and grabbing his backpack to pull out a text book instead. It would be better to study he had to prove to his father that he could get into any University he wanted him too. Even if it wasn’t Ichiro’s choice at least he wouldn’t be disappointing his father and dishonoring the Toriyama name.

((OOC - Amane is well aware of this post coming up and both parties decided to hang out after school))

The detention didn't go the way Ichiro would have liked, instead of humiliating Ito he seemed to enjoy it. All of the jabs Ichiro took at Miyavi was laughed off and thrown right back at him. Ichiro knew that out of all Nakamura’s friends that Ito would be the hardest to crack, and why not. The boy had nothing to fear, his dad had as much power as Ichiro’s did and that caused problems. He would be hard to bring down and it was because of this power Ito brought that made him vital to the Nakamura gang and a nuisance to Ichiro. To top it off Ichiro had been in a bad mood since the begging to the day.

The other issue Ichiro had to face earlier and a reason for his anger, was the fact his plan had backfired. Apparently Miki had used his excuse when he broke up with Yu Ling by telling her that he was gay, not only that but his feelings had been for his sempai. Ichiro had thought it would be a brilliant plan keeping Miki away from the ladies so that he would stay focused on Ichrio’s needs and their work. He didn't expect it to get around the school and the chaos that would soon follow.

Ichrio was approached numerously throughout the school day and asked about his opinion on Miki’s apparent crush on him. Ichiro was able to just laugh it off, just because Miki had a crush on him didn't make him gay. Or so he thought until some of the other club leaders began their taunting. They seemed to believe that it was something Ichiro did to attract the younger boy, some gay side of him that made Ichiro available for the gay men. He avoided a class with Miki in it until he worked on his mood and hide from the questions. During tennis practice Ichiro worked them all hard in attempts to keep talking to a minimal to avoid the conversation of him and Miki just a little longer. Thankfully fate had its way to work itself out on its own and Ichiro managed to get to his detention without any problems, just a bunch of bottled up anger waiting to rip into Ito.

While that failed something else occurred that turned his day completely around. It was unusual for Ichrio to be out on the town with anyone yet alone with just a girl in his company. After Miyavi, Okita, and Amane’s detention he was surprised when Amane stayed and asked him to show her around the town. It was unlike him to agree but he couldn't let this opportunity pass. If he was seen out with a girl on what looked like a date then just maybe he would prove that Miki’s supposed feelings were just one sided. He wouldn't be using the girl but benefiting from giving her some of his precious time, who knows maybe make something out of it and in the future pleasurable things could surface.

Ichiro had Amane wait as he went back to the locker room to put on his school uniform and take off his prized tennis one. After quickly finishing up cleaning his student council room Ichiro looked to where Amane was waiting and smiled. “Ready to go explore?” Ichiro tried to not think of it as using the girl but actually experiencing what it was like to hang out with the opposite sex for a day.

((CALLING STUDENTS! - Miyavi, Okita, and Amane))

The nylon of his pants swished as Ichiro headed down the hall. It was a uniform Ichiro loved to wear, the blue and white wind suit and clean white sneakers. He had been a good mood ever since he had tennis practice the game always did that for him. He couldn't imagine never being able to play tennis it was something he was going to ensure in his future, he secretly dreamt of going professional.

Reaching the room at last Ichiro entered and turned on the lights. He moved around the tables lined up in the middle room and reached his desk. He dropped his gym bag on the floor and sat his racket bag on the desk. He had to set up the student council room once more for detention and it was never easy work. Ichiro unzipped his jacket and added to his desk before going back to the long tables and preparing to move them.

He pushed the tables in the room along the wall only keeping his desk up front. He placed a single chair facing his desk, this would be for Ito. The girls could set at a chair by the moved table for all he cared.

"Not good enough." he decided as he went to side storage room, not the little one he liked to lock Yosuke in but the big one that actually stored stuff. There was a mobile chalkboard and he wheeled it out behind his desk in perfect view of the chair in front of him.

Now he was ready and time was just about up, all he had to do was wait. He took a seat in his chair and rested his elbows on the table. Interlacing his fingers in front of face and resting his chin on his thumbs he stared straight ahead in an intimidating fashion.

((Last paragraph, think Gendo from Evangelion with the eyeglass glare and everything the comparison just came to me.))

Toriyama had hurried his lunch that day because he had a very important errand to run. He nearly choked on the last bit of bread that he shoved in his mouth as he opened the door to the council room. As he was about to close it behind him, Ichiro heard voices approaching from the hall, he could tell from the pitch that it was two girls. Curious he left the door open about a crack.

"..I know, he is so cute. If only I had the nerve to ask him." The sound of clicking shoes stopped and another voice spoke.

"He is in a different year Mai, you can't be serious." Ichiro smirked making sure the keep the door at only a crack he waited for his name to slip from the lips of the young girl who was most likely referring to him.

Ichiro was a third year and knew that his single status was due to the fact that many were intimidated of him. He seemed inapproachable to many with good reason too. He was intelligent and came from a successful family, Ichiro was the type of guy that many would love to have for a husband some day.

"So! Is it wrong for a girl to date a younger student? I mean majority of the third year guys have dated out of their class. Haruka, remember when you were with Shiro." Said Mai defensively.

Ichiro's mouth slightly dropped. She was talking about a first year. Out of that group who was worth it, Ichiro thought the whole bunch of them was plain.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well all the third year girls came at you for stepping out of your territory, other then that it was fine. Dating a younger guy should be perfect, the first years wouldn't touch me. The reason why I won't ask Nakamaru though is..."

The door slammed shut, Ichiro just about had enough of that. Obviously the girl was a complete moron for her to even consider that piece of trash. Angry he stormed over to his desk and pulled out the school record book that had been stored there.

He had borrowed it from the school a week ago but Ichiro had forgotten to return it. An administrator had asked for it back earlier today and Ichiro promised to return it at lunch. His mood dampened he tossed the book onto the table. A piece of paper sticking out of it caught his attention. He looked at the yellow sheet wondering why a suggestion slip was there.

He grabbed the top of the paper and lifted it, effectively flipping it open to the page it was holding. The writing was different and his suspicion grew. A quick glance at the name didn't ease his anger. Miyadai, Yosuke

A quick glance at the witting told him the true story, Miyadai's records were changed for the better. Possibly to ensure his passing, well Ichiro could fix that. Make it the way it was supposed to be. He wasn't too sure how bad the records were beforehand but Ichiro could be creative. Taking his seat he opened the drawer taking out a pencil and eraser, set up to work.

During clean up duty Ichiro went back to the council room. Since he was an important figure in the school he believed he needed to have 'office hours'. When clean up started he immediately went to the room in case some needed to see him. It wasn't like he skipped out of the clean up he did empty his garbage bin in the council room, and every once in awhile Miki would wipe down the windows and desks.

After he emptied his garbage can he went back into the room to wait for any possible visitors. As he made his way to this desk he stopped by a small table with a box on it. On top of the box was a small slit with a note hanging above it reading 'suggestion box'. Ichiro thought it would be a good time to see if anyone had anything good to say. He took the box with him to his desk and took the seat.

Ichiro slid off the lid and looked at the few sheets in the suggestion box, he pulled out a couple of papers and laid them out. Taking the first one he opened and sighed. 'We should have a school dance', Ichiro set that one back down, it was the sixth time that particular request had been made already.

The next slip, 'Kazuya day would be fucking awesome', that one went in the garbage. Next, 'I think a moment of silence for all the women that...' Ichiro tossed that one quickly before he even finished reading it. There was nothing good so far and he reached for the last slip on the table and opened it.

'Toriyama sucks!' with a growl he tossed the box across the room, making sure it went in the direction away from his prized gundams. The box hit the wall and the rest of the suggestion slips fluttered to the floor, the box was fine he would set it back up later. He could not believe how dumb and useless his peers really were, he was trying to let them have an opinion but look where it brought him.

He should have listened to his father, humans were better when managed and controlled by those superior to them. The students here were better off when being told what to do. He looked at the clock and realized he had only killed 5 minutes. He still had time for a visitor so he pulled out a magazine to kill the time no longer feeling like looking at suggestion slips.

((CALLING STUDENTS! - Jiro Mimura, Ami Mimura, and Maikeru Etsuko))

It was about 15 minutes into first hour when Ichiro strolled in the school building. The week was up and the bet was done, Ichiro was hereby the Student Body President again. Andrea did pretty good, not as well as he would have of course, still out of everyone in the school he was relieved she was the one to get it. Ichiro had a whole week to make up and A LOT of punishments to give. Making it to the Council room Ichiro entered and shut the door behind him. Looking at the clock he learned he had 5 minutes before things got started.

Making his way around the desk he noted that the room had been fixed up pretty well after its recent destruction, yes Andrea did a good job. There were still a few things that needed a touch up or two but that could be worked on in one of the meetings. Putting his bag on the table in front of the middle chair behind the long desk Ichiro took a seat. After a splintering sound the chair collapsed under him. As Ichiro laid on the ground he thought about what a cheap piece of crap that chair was, it must have took damage along with the room.

Of course with Andrea's light weight the chair remained intact but under the weight of his 'muscle' the chair didn't hold. Quickly righting himself he grabbed the chair nearby and sat in that one instead. He would use some of the fund raiser money to get a new chair later. He had more important things to think about, he figured to look up the kid that vandalized the room in his free time and work on the ones that he could punish now. Starting with Ax, Jiro, and Maikeru.

After his booth's performance at the school festival the three had snuck their little 'band' on stage and made a mockery of the school. Ichiro's Grandfather was unhappy so of course Ichiro was unhappy. Before he left school Saturday he left a note to each of the homeroom teachers to call them down to meet Ichiro in the student council room 15 minutes after class started on Monday. Now here he was waiting to teach those punks a lesson about going behind HIS back. While he waited he pulled out the notice to remind himself that he was going to post it on the bulletin board after he dealt with them. His body grew in excitement about what was soon to come.

(Homeroom G members; Ax, Ichiro, Jiro, Leo, and Shuichi)
[Drag Queen Competition Booth]

[OOC: Time is up! You all even had and extra week because a loss of Internet kept me from posting it sooner but here it is. The judging was done anonymously but fairly. The ones that wouldn't make passable cross dressers, you know who you are, were taking out pretty early. Even though we couldn't see an actually picture we worked with your descriptions.]

((Contestants THAT SHOWED: 'If your name isn't listed your not on that stage!'
Ax, Ryo, Haitani, Kurosaki, Miyavi, Jiro, Shuichi, Kazuya, Shige, Mattie, Aishida, Miki, Kasai))

Toriyama stood on stage with the rest of his classmates as the judges discussed quietly amongst themselves. After a moment they each wrote something on a paper before finally handing it to Yamawa.

Yamawa made himself more of the host of the show rather then a judge, standing on stage with the boys and announcing them. Ichiro was suspicious that it was his attempt to be on stage with the boys.

"Attention everyone I hold here the name of our winner. I would like everyone to keep in mind that we just didn't judge in looks but in how well they passed as a female and their costume." he said in his overly feminine voice, "it was hard because some of the boys made really nice girls but they couldn't walk it off."

"I will now call the names of our three final contestants. If I call your name I want you to step out of the line and form another to the left of me." Ichrio got nervous it was now or never.

"Miki Kimura, Aishida Koimitsu, Shige Sakurai, would you three please come forward." Yamawa said as Ichrio hung his head.

"These three have come a long way they learned to be beautiful in their own skin without worrying about their gender. They also learned to walk like a woman in heels and without any trouble."

Ichrio sighed he had lost but Miki was still in it and might be able to save him if he managed to nail this. The people that could get his job as student president was Andrea, Aishida himself, or Miyavi. Ichiro could possibly use Miki to manipulate Miyavi but it was still a risk.

Yamawa was speaking again. "I will now narrow it down to our final winner. Our first runner up is Kimura Miki, with his innocent beauty this kid could pass regardless as a pre teen girl with her Sunday dress on and about to go play with her friends." Ichiro sighed. there went that idea.

"Now as for the last two they show both a woman's grace and mature beauty but more so then the other and for our second place winner we have Koimitsu Aishida. Leaving our winner to be Sakurai Shige." Yamawa yelled as the crowd cheered. He grabbed the nearby crown and put it on top of Shige's head as well as handing him a bouquet of flowers.

"Shige Sakurai is Gaikuin most beautiful boy, lets give a hand to our winner."

[Ending note:
On that ending note this is the pic that helped with the final decision. Thanks to Ryoko's post of her ideas on who she thought had a chance. Yes I did know exactly who you were talking about and those that don't this is what they thought Shige would look like this.]

(Homeroom G members; Ax, Ichiro, Jiro, Leo, and Shuichi)
[Drag Queen Competition Booth]

((Signed up contestants: 'Please comment because if you don't we will disqualify your character as a no show'
Miyavi, Mattie, Miki, Aishida, Kasai, Kazuya, Shige, Maikeru, Kurosaki, Haitani, Naozumi, Ryo, Ax, Ichiro, Jiro, Leo, and Shuichi))

Ichrio attempted to watch through his blury vision, his glasses were gone and he didn't own contacts, as the other contestants walked down the stage, he stood off to the side having already walked past. Due to certain problems with the negligee event it was taken off the rooster so the evening gown was to wrap it up. The other event had went down without any problems though some of the contestants had already walked out on the entire thing while others held out through the beginning but then left in a fit.

Pretty sure he had already lost this Ichiro thought of walking out just now too. Some of the other guys were what they call 'pretty' while he was just some average dude in a dress. It a matter of moments they will announce the winner and this hell would be over with. Ichiro took one last look around at his competition as they all stood in a line.

(Homeroom G members; Ax, Ichiro, Jiro, Leo, and Shuichi)
[Drag Queen Competition Booth]

Ichiro had been here way before the necessary time. He wanted to make sure the morons set up the booth decently. Now he held his clipboard and checking off things that met expectation. Once satisfied he put down his book bag and took a seat behind the booth. He pulled out a bunch of papers, the sign up sheets for the competition and a few brochures to join 'The Best Freaking G club in Japan EVER!'. There wasn't any rules against advertising his own personal club so why not.

The sign above the booth read, 'Sign Up's for Gakuin's All Male Beauty Pageant'. He had avoided putting down that it was drag in hopes of attracting more people over to just check it out. He had the sign up sheets as well as handouts for the prizes and rules. He made a special one for each class representative more of a taunt that no one could compete against him and his boys. The flyers announced that the winner would get 3 skip passes allowing them to skip school for 3 days without having to do any make up work, excluding major test days, that he gratefully got from his grandfather. Not only that but the class representative of the winner's homeroom got Ichiro's job and all the perks that came with it for a full week. Ichiro would still be there but he wouldn't be able to deny what they say unless it lost in a fair vote.

The competition was to be judged by five teachers in the school that Ichiro himself got them to agree. There was going to be three male judges; Tsutomu Yamawa, Fumitake Harata and Kazuyuki Ikumori. The last two judges were going to be females and they were, Kyoto Shibata and Fukuyo Shinoda. The competition consisted of four events the first being casual girl, followed by a cosplay event and the last two consisting of evening gown and negligee. All events required you to be in drag in some sort of way and there was no talent portion since Ichiro would rather live without the nightmares. Today was just the signup day for competitors and tomorrow was the day to buy the tickets to the show that was going to take place at 7:00 sharp that night.

Ichiro finished checking off his list and smiled at the box in the corner. He had a surprise for Leo but now he was waiting for someone to get here so he can go find the other reps and hand them their notes he had made especially for them.

((OOC: In case you want to check out what the judges are like check their profiles:
Tsutomu Yamawa
Fumitake Harata
Kazuyuki Ikumori
Kyoto Shibata
Fukuyo Shinoda

As for the notes to the class reps look for it on tokyo_high  ))