Chibi: Curse childhood weakness.

It's pretty damn obvious I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. Just sayin'.

On With The Show~!

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"Mimio!"

"Mimio!"

"MIMIO!"

"FUCK. CAN NO ONE KEEP QUIET FOR TWO GODDAMN MINUTES SO I CAN THINK?"

"Miss Ginryuu! Sleeping in class again, are we?" Fuck my life. The instructor peered down at me from behind her horn rimmed glasses in displeasure, my messy brown probably stuck out at odd angles and dark gray eyes rimmed with shadows. A few classmates snickered or started whispering as I looked around, giving each of them my 'shut-the-fuck-up-before-I-make-you' look. Most of them shut up. "And screaming profane language none the less... I'm afraid you'll have to see the principal...

"Again."

I slammed my head down on my desk and let out a muffled scream, the pages of my notebook blocking most of my noise.

Almost.

...

"Miss Ginryuu..."

"Agito." I remained completely neutral.

The principal sent me a look as he reviewed my office slip. "You've fallen asleep for the third time this week in class. Now, normally I'd chalk it up to exhaustion from you working that job so you can take of yourself..."

"But..." I supplied, wishing he'd get to the damn point already. What he didn't know was that this was my week off from work, and the only reason I kept falling asleep was because my new neighbors kept blaring their damn music in the middle of the night.

"But the obscene language, I cannot overlook. This is the...um..."

"Five hundred and ninety seventh time I've cussed. I know."

"Yes. We can't have that. Now, the only reason we haven't cut you loose is because your parents are paying handsome tuition in hopes that you graduate, as well as you being our top athletic student from the student body. The downside is that your grades are poor." I made the motion of 'get-to-the-point', and he sighed. "But considering how much you skip school and get involved in brawls-"

"Are you stalking me now?" I leaned back and eyed him like he had a three heads. Agito merely rubbed his eyes in exasperation.

"I'm afraid you'll have to do some extra credit in your classes. Especially literature."

"Okay."

"Serve two weeks detention."

"I'll let my boss know."

"Or." I quirked an eyebrow at him as he gave my file another look over. I didn't care that he had it spread open on his desk. It seems like he knew I knew that I already had the damn thing memorized. (I did all the stuff in there. Why shouldn't I remember the contents?)

"Do some... favors for the school secretary."

"I'm sure Suzune won't mind that."

He gave me another look and closed my file.

"Go see Mrs. Okata then. It will count as community service on your... extensive... record."

"Sweet."

I traipsed out of the chair I had been sitting in and Agito moved to reclaim his seat behind his desk, but not before stopping me with his obnoxious throat clearing. "You still have to do the remedial lessons, Mimio."

"I figured." I made my shoulders slump and exited his office, skipping to where Suzune sat behind her desk. "Yo, Suzune. What's this community service I'm supposed to do?"

The elderly woman smiled up at me kindly and shuffled through her papers, gesturing for me to take a seat on one of the office chairs in front of her neat little desk. She had to be about fifty two, with dark hair threaded gray and pulled back into a tight bun, wrinkles at the edges of her eyes from smiling so much. She wore simple clothes in simple colors, as well as the ring that never left her person. Suzune really loved her hubby something fierce. "All right dear... how do you feel about temples?"

"They're okay... I like 'em, if that's what you're askin."

"And cleaning them for about two months? Every weekend, from morning till dusk?" I tried not to let the shock slip through my facade, but sadly it did no good when I gulped and let my jaw hang. Suzune only smiled at me and she began scrawling an address out on a piece of paper, humming an old Frank Sinatra tune. It was then I closed my gaping mouth hole and hummed along, hoping my some chance I heard her wrong.

If not, there goes my overtime. Fuck.

Suzune finally looked back at me and handed me a... sheet of directions. A trickle of sweat ran down my face as I scanned over it. The temple was fifteen miles away out in the country side. It'd take a super early train ride to any from, not to mention whatever extra minutes were spent climbing because this sweet old lady had taken the extra space to explain the temple staircase.

Well.

That's lovely.

"Mimio dear... I have to warn you that the woman there is a little on the strict side. You'll have to behave for her."

"You mean like I behave for my boss?" I lifted an eyebrow and thought about the woman she was talking about. The images that followed weren't very pretty, and I ended up cringing at the thoughts. "Seems fair enough. I'm just gonna leave now..."

"You mean you're going back to class, right dear?" She peered at me with a sweet smile.

I laughed. "Good one Suzune. You always crack me up."

mmmmTHIS MARVELOUS TIME SKIP IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY BOTANmmmm

Suzune did a good job on the directions. Here I stood, clad in shorts and t-shirt ready to work...

But I was at the bottom of the staircase.

Well fuck.

Time to start climbing.

mmmTHIS ONE IS COURTESY OF OGREmmm

It's times like these I'm glad in good physical shape. I mean, I have to be for work and everything, so climbing these stairs is easy. Super easy. Doing lunges up them would be harder than this. So by the time I hit the top I drop my backpack on the ground and take a look back down the steps. All I can see are steps and trees covering the bottom.

"Man, this was nothing. Suzune sure over exaggerated the staricase..."

"You think my stairs aren't that hard?" I nearly jumped and fell down the stairs, but straightened out and turned to see who the gravelly voice belonged to. What greeted my sight was a tiny old lady wearing pretty weird Chinese looking clothes, her face hard set and weathered. "I've had grown men climb those things and be out of breath by the time they reached the middle."

"Yes, well I'm not a grown man. I just happen to be a high school girl who doesn't get exhausted easily."

"You're the deliquent who's going to be my maid for two months?"

"So I did get the right temple. Huh. Not that this place is one in a billion, but there are a few other temples about two miles away."

"I know."

"Ah." I kicked a rock down the steps and watched it tumble down until I could no longer see it. Stupid thing to do, but they wasn't really anything else to say at that point.

"How many times do you think you can go up and down those steps before losing your breath, girl?"

I gave the old woman a dulled look. "First, my name's Mimio. Secondly, these stairs are a fucking child's toy. I could go five more times on these things before I even remotely gasp in exhaustion." I kicked another stone down with a scowl and a little more force then necessary, not bothering to watch this one fall. That was a mistake, because five seconds later someone yelped loudly in either surprise or pain and I found myself peering down the edge. There were three boys; the tallest with the orange pompadour rubbing his face angrily. The smaller red head was looking straight at me while the dark haired boy in the middle was laughing his ass off.

"Shit."

"Which of them did you hit?"

"The orange haired Elvis wannabe."

"That moron, huh?"

"I can't call him a moron..."

"But you want to."

"Yes. Yes I do."