Well, I've found that YYH stories get kicked to the second and third pages a lot faster than the Escaflowne stories...Well, all I can do is update some more, I suppose! I appreciate the reviews! I hope you like this next portion.
I have all six chapters written out on my computer, but I am doing limited editing. I really just wanted to get this story out, to prove to myself that I actually can finish something. And in a relatively short time too! (I did this in about two weeks, which is a true record for me!!) So I apologize if the characters or the phrasing are a little off...I was just excited to tell the story!! I hope y'all are excited to read it too!! Thanks for taking the time to read!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho...It is good for inspiration though!
Chapter Three: Tales from the Chemistry Table
Mika moved through the hallways but did not really pay any attention to where she was going. Up the stairs, to her locker, grab her books, down the hall to the right, second door on the left. It was almost as if the route to the chemistry classroom was ingrained in her subconscious. Besides, she had other things on her mind. Namely, the mysterious Shiuchi Minamino.
Mika chewed on her bottom lip. Her mind ran in circles around the boy, round and round and round. Their conversation in the library that morning kept reverberating through her mind, the sound of his soft voice following her through her classes. He conducted himself politely with a charming and gentlemanly air. She chuckled to herself. The perfect boy... She frowned. He stayed on her mind for more reasons than his red hair and bright emerald eyes. There was something about the way the light shone behind his eyes...Something indescribably sad that caused her to start writing descriptive passages about his eyes in her notebook.
She flipped her braid onto her other shoulder as she entered the chemistry classroom. A few of the girls turned to look at her, then returned to their chatter. A dark haired boy stood up.
"Hey, are you new to the school or something? I've never seen you before," he demanded.
Mika stood in front of one of the chairs. "I'm Mika Arasaka. My schedule changed. I was in second hour."
The boy smirked at her and leaned against his chair. "You're Mika Arasaka? You're really smart! You nearly beat Minamino on that last literature test."
She fought the desire to roll her eyes. "I got a good grade on that test," she replied, sounding disinterested. Mika turned and placed her books on the table. She gasped and jumped back as the entire table instantly collapsed to the floor. She stared wide eyed at it, then bent to gather her books. The dark haired boy started laughing, and some other students joined in.
"Arasaka broke the table!"
"Let me help you."
Mika looked up to see Shuichi easily lifting the table back up with one arm. The table legs reset, and after Shuichi fixed a small mechanism underneath it, the table stood fine. He placed his palm on the surface and pressed down just to make sure it held the weight. He gave her a smile.
"I believe someone purposely caused it to collapse. I'm sorry you were the unlucky victim, Miss Mika." Shuichi's green eyes flicked to the dark haired boy, who raised his hands defensively.
"What? You think I did it, Minamino? I never touched it!" He smirked again. "I've never heard you talk so much, Minamino."
"I never have occasion to speak with you, Nakamura. You can't hold a civilized conversation."
Mika grinned at that. She pulled out the chair and sat down at the table, blinking when Shuichi pulled out the chair across from her and sat down. He looked up at her confused expression.
"You don't mind if I sit here, do you?"
"Oh, no, it's fine." She looked down at her notebooks and fought back a blush. Waiting for the teacher, she opened her notebook, skimmed the last sentences she had written, and tapped her pencil against the table. Out of the corner of her eye, Mika watched how Shuichi sat perfectly straight in his chair, not looking at anything in particular, his homework and pencil neatly on the table in front of him. Presently, he placed his chin in his hand and took to staring out the window. She scribbled a few more words, then paused when she felt his eyes on her.
"If you don't mind me asking," he questioned with a smile, "what are you writing?"
This time she did blush. "Just some stuff for a story."
The emerald eyes lit up. "May I read it?"
Mika panicked. It's about him! "Well...that's probably not a very good idea..."
The smile faded slightly. "That's all right, I understand. But if you ever need an audience, I'd be honored to read some of your work."
Mika beamed. "Well, I do have this poem..." She pushed the notebook over to him and pointed to the short poem crammed into the margin of the page. Shuichi pulled it closer and read it swiftly. The words and imagery flowed like water from the page.
"This is really amazing," he said softly. The door swung open, and the teacher walked in. Mika grabbed the notebook and closed it swiftly. Before the teacher started the lecture, they shared a friendly smile, and Mika mouthed the word, "Thanks."
Kurama looked forward to chemistry class. Mika offered a whole world of imagination and wonders for him to explore. She started him on a short story with plot twists and multi-layered characters that astounded him. Every class he complimented her talent.
"You're going to be a famous writer one day. I'll buy all of your books."
She blushed prettily. "Thanks. But I keep getting stuck. I don't know what to have happen next."
Kurama thought for a minute. "You could always have a battle."
Mika shook her head, the braid swishing back and forth. "I've only ever written one good battle scene. Whenever I try to write battles, I can see them playing in my head, like a movie. But when I try to describe them, I get bogged down in the description and lose the emotion." She tugged on the end of her braid. "I've moved more to focusing on character development, especially since a lot of my early work is powered only by dialogue and not by actions." She sighed and tapped her pencil against the table, a habit Kurama had come discover meant she was thinking hard.
She looked up when he began to speak. "The key to battles is the momentum. During a fight, decisions have to made in a split second, and once you've made up your mind, there's no turning back. You have to be inventive and flexible until you understand your enemy's strengths and weaknesses." Kurama smiled softly at her wide eyed stare.
"It's almost like you speak from personal experience," she breathed.
He shrugged, thinking fast. For once, Yusuke came to the rescue. A crooked smile tugged at Kurama's face. "There's a friend of mine who gets into a fair bit of trouble."
Mika's blue eyes twinkled. "Shuichi hangs out with the bad kids?" Her eyebrow raised accusingly.
Kurama chuckled even as he inwardly sighed in relief. No need to worry her with tales of Spirit World and his own battles with demons. "Sometimes," he replied enigmatically.
Mika grinned. "Keiko! Mom said yes! I'm so excited, this is going to be the best weekend ever! I can't wait to meet your friends! So, you'll pick me up Saturday morning then? Okay, sure. Thanks for inviting me! I can't wait!" Mika hung up the phone and giggled happily.
I actually had the chemistry table collapse on me once...::anime sweat drop:: Anyway, lol, thanks so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it, and reviews are greatly appreciated!!!