Author's Note I really wanted to share this story with my other Yu-Yu Hakusho fas. "Secrets" is not a short story; it will progress with the original story by Yoshihiro Togashi. I wanted my character, Kay, to actually feel like an original character. She is going to grow along with Yusuke and the other characters and while this is not specifically a romance, there was going to be one involved. I ask that anyone that reads this please write a review (you don't have to write a lot I just need proof that it has been read) so I can see if there is a method behind my madness or else "Secrets" will be better of staying in my notebook where it began.

Thanks,

Honeychica04

Secrets

Chapter Four: Interview with a Demon

    With Kuwabara gone I was able to make my grand escape. I was just about to leave the mythology section when a voice called out to me from behind.

    "You're not supposed to break promises."

    I stopped walking. That voice was very unfamiliar to me. It was a male, that was for sure but I could not pinpoint the age. It was deep and mature but with a hint of youthfulness. Despite the age, that voice was so calm and soft-spoken that it captivated me. I liked its sound a lot. Despite how I felt about the voice, its owner was getting into my business. I refused to turn around.

    "And you're not supposed to be minding anyone's business but your own." I said, slyly. The voice let out a very low chuckle, or something I took for a chuckle.

    "You are very right."

    I stayed there waiting for him to finish.

    "What are you waiting for?" He asked.

    "Nothing." I said evenly. I began to walk away but a book fell from a shelf in front of me. I knelt down to pick it up and glanced down on the cover. It was a picture of several androgynously drawn gods sitting upon Mt. Olympus. It was titled "Creatures of Myth and their stories" The book featured stories never before told and how they related to real life. I snorted, having read many myths.

    "Not a fan?"

    I realized that I still wasn't alone. I was a little agitated that I was being watched, and judging by how he knew what I was looking at, being watched so closely at that.

    "I am. I just don't take them seriously." I stood and opened the book.

    "I take it you do not believe in things that go bump in the night."

    I smirked. Normally I did not converse this much with people that I knew, much less seen. This guy kept me interested. I could not tell whether he was flirting or talking, which is new to me because I could smell game from a mile away. But I knew there was some hidden agenda behind our conversation.

    "No, I do not. Never." I answered, confidently.

    "I find that hard to believe. Never?" He stressed.

    "Believe what you want. I have always known better."

    "What do you mean by that?" I heard him approach closer. I flipped through some pages.

    "I've never seen any ghosts, goblins, or...demons even. No one else I know has seen them, therefore they do not exist." I turned the tables on my investigator. "What about you, seen any demons lately?"

    I closed the book and tucked it under my arm because I wanted to buy it. I thought I heard the guy "humph" which caused me to smile my self-congratulatory smile. Then I heard him come closer to me and the hair on the back of my neck began to stand up. I calmly stepped away because I did not want him to know that I was uneasy.

    "Is something wrong?" This guy was not stupid; I had to give it to him.

    "Hardly." I bluffed. "But I am questioning what intentions you have for me, friend."

    "So one cannot converse with you without having a motive?" He sounded very amused by this. I even smiled, but it was the truth.

    "Not with this one, one cannot. Either you're hitting on me or you have some sort of mental illness."

    I heard his hands brush against a few covers and pick up a book. He remained silent. I refused to face him. My curiosity was at its peak but I could not move. I had served my part of the conversation so I waited for him to return the ball.

    "Insane or enamored? Interesting."

    "You should see when I run into those who are both."

    I stood confidently with my hands on my hips, wondering if I was getting to him.

    "So which one am I?" He challenged. "And if enamored, how could I be when I have never seen your face?""

    Suddenly I heard Kuwabara yelling at the top of his lungs.

    "GET OFF MY BACK, SHORTY SHRIMP BABY! "

    I put my head into my hands. My chattiness had cost me a prime ditching opportunity. Of course I placed blame where blame was due.

    "Thanks a lot!" I turned around ready to light into the guy with the captivating voice. Only when I turned around there was nothing. There was no sign of anyone but me.

    "Damn! Thanks again you chatty bastard!" I snapped.

    "Kay? Who are you talking to?" Kuwabara had found me yelling at no one.

    "Nobody." I turned and walked out of the aisle very quickly, angry more than anything else. I figured Kuwabara was shadowing me but surprisingly he was not. He walked deeper into the aisle.

    I turned around to follow him when I sensed that I was about to be attacked. I acted in the fraction of a second I was given and tried to kick the leg that was about to trip me but my kick was blocked. I attempted a knife strike but too was blocked. I grabbed the arm of my assailant and brought him face-to-face.

    This guy was very short. He was wearing this long black thing that more than likely was used to mask his movements. He wore a white band across his forehead. And his hair was the wildest and tallest thing on him. By touching him I felt this coldness; no doubt this guy was dark...and short. We locked eyes and right off the bat I knew there was something special about him.

    "What the hell is wrong with you?" I growled. "Do you want to start something?"

    The short guy shot me a hateful glare.

    "Don't waste my time!" He spat.

    "Don't start no shit with me little man! I will whip your ass!" I did not give a damn what kind of crazy scene we would make.

    The guy laughed as if this was all a joke to him.

    "Please."

    I reached around and pulled off my denim jacket.

    "Ain't nothing out here but space and opportunity."

    At first the guy scowled but changed it to a smirk.

    "Train some more and we'll see." He began to walk away. I started to follow him because Kay Kamiya-Shina may be a lot of things but a punk was not one of them.

    "Kay! What are you doing?" Yusuke appeared out of nowhere and began to pull me away.

    "This munchkin tried to start a fight and I am going to finish it." I swung back around and the guy was gone. All I saw were shoppers annoyed by the altercation.

    " AND WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? NEVER SEEN A BEAUTIFUL BLACK GIRL GET ANGRY BEFORE?"

    "Kay, calm down!" Yusuke said in between fits of laughter. I gave up and placed the book on the table as Kuwabara returned. Yusuke let go of me and shot Kuwabara a look, as if he had let Yusuke down. Kuwabara just jammed his hands into his pockets and we left the store.

    "The oompa-loompa looking jerk!" I grumbled and proceeded to tell them everything that happened.

    "Where's Keiko?" Kuwabara asked.

    "At the arcade where you guys were supposed to meet us ten years ago!"

        Kuwabara apologized to him.

    "Sooo, what were you two doing while we were gone?" Yusuke asked cheekily.

    "Nothing you were, Urameshi." Kuwabara said.

    "I'm surprised you two came up for air long enough to find us." I added.

    "Yeah, must not have been having that good a time, huh?" Kuwabara ripped him.

    Yusuke jabbed Kuwabara with a right while I cracked up. These two were interesting as...friends?

    "That didn't even hurt, Urameshi!" He snapped as he clutched his face and checked for broken teeth.

    "It damn sure looked like it did." I traded on Kuwabara. Yusuke and I started laughing.

    "Why are you two always double teaming on me?" Kuwabara whined.

    "Pipe down, you big baby." Yusuke dismissed.

    "We can settle this at the arcade."

    "Racing cars or Tekken?" I offered.

    "Crusin' USA." The boys said in unison.

    "Let's roll!" Kuwabara said, way waay to excitedly. He sped down the walkway. I gave Urameshi a look.

    " It is a long story and trust me if I explained it to you a hundred times you would never get it."

Tentatively Coming up in "Secrets": I apologize if it seems like they have been in the mall forever because there are at least 2 or 3 more chapters left there but it will pick up and get to a plot. Kay's stored aggression won't be wasted because a parking lot fight is in the works and you can count on seeing the belligerent munchkin reappear.