A/N: Shizuru's not actually involved here. She is mentioned, but she's not really here. Kurama is, though. He's just kind of the subject of this little conversation. Hope you enjoy! P.S. I'm in the process of planning a couple of stories for this pair. I just don't know which one will actually make it here since I'm only in the planning process. One is a semi-AU, and one is not; I'm thinking the former will be the one to make it here, though. It won't be romantic though; more of an adventure, actually. Oh, and YYH does not belong to me. I thought I should mention that even if you already know it since some people are just so anal sometimes and would probably have a problem with it if I don't say it. Well, enjoy!
Some Things Never Change
The blue-haired ferry-woman and her comrade, the brown-haired prince, watched in amusement from the window of a coffee shop as a particular redhead was once again tailed by a rather large group of women. For the pair, this had become a favorite past time, really. While they knew it was cruel to let a friend suffer in such a manner, the idea of desperate women trying to chase after him just for a date was far too entertaining.
"You'd think after all these years, they'd finally give up on him," said the brown-haired man before bringing the cup to his mouth to take a sip of his drink.
"Yet they still persist trying to pursue him even after three years of marriage," said the blue-haired woman.
"And with a child too!" The brown-haired man chuckled. "Even now humans continue to perplex me so."
"Desperation takes a whole new level of low. Perhaps some things just never change," said the blue-haired woman.
"He's lucky Shizuru-san's not the jealous type. Otherwise these girls would have been dead long ago."
"Come to think of it," mused the blue-haired woman, "I don't think she's ever been. She actually finds this funny too."
"If this is still happening now, just think of what his son's going to have to deal with in ten years," the brown-haired man added, referring to the redhead's child who bore much resemblance to his father.
The two friends laughed as they continued to watch the unfortunate display. After a few minutes, the blue-haired woman finally spoke, "do you think we should help him?"
The brown-haired man had to think briefly about the suggestion. Should they help him? They never had to do so in the past, and he quite enjoyed poking fun at the redhead. So…should they? Ah, what the hell!
"Why not?" he answered.
He was still their friend, after all.
The brown-haired man raised a hand and motioned for the waiter to give them their bill before finally coming to the redhead's rescue.
Indeed, some things never change.
