Title: Girl Trouble
Author: Digimon Empress Yaten (de yaten)
Notes: SPS-kun -- LMAO. Best Seaman joke EVER. I completely stole your joke, though tweaked a bit, for this fic. bows I AM NOT WORTHY! This one took longer than usual to write – I worked on it for about 4 days. I couldn't get exactly what I wanted to write to flow well. I think this final version came out okay, although it's about… errr 500 words longer than I originally intended.
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or its characters. Or SPS-Kun's joke of awesomeness. (Weird OT note: Awesomeness is a word, according to Microsoft Word. What is up with that?)
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It had been a trying day for Kiyoshi.
On top of getting shoved by someone (Nobu?) upon entering a class, turning in a less-than-adequately finished paper in English, and having his lunch mysteriously disappear… he was late to a meeting with the Seven.
At least we're meeting nearby this time, Kiyoshi thought, as he spotted the small, dimly lit sign down the street. He had never been to this particular restaurant before – well, he hadn't been to many restaurants, since his mother considered them the first 'luxury' to go when money was tight, which it often was.
Upon entering, Kiyoshi was greeted to the sight of a less-than-amused Sensui leaning casually against the hostess counter.
"Mitarai," he said, more of a statement than a greeting. Without another word, he motioned for the boy to join the already-packed table with the other Seven, sans Itsuki, who hardly – if ever – left his post.
"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Sensui," he said, squeezing into the space between Amanuma and Gourmet. "I had to stay late today."
Sensui, who had taken his place at the head of the table, eyed the young psychic coolly. "Trouble at school again, Mitarai?"
The blonde nodded meekly, at first, but narrowed his eyes in an attempt to look threatening. "It doesn't matter anyway, right? They'll all be dead within a few weeks."
The smile Sensui gave would've unnerved someone who wasn't used to slicing up their arms.
"Right. Well, now that we're all here—"
"Hey, can we order before we start all this Tunnel mumbo-jumbo?" Gourmet interrupted, licking the remains of a home-brought sandwich from his lips.
Sensui, who had been less than pleased with Kiyoshi's lack of punctuality, suppressed a visible cringe. He decided to get ordering out of the way to avoid being interrupted again, and gestured for a waitress to approach.
The waitress that came was wearing a sickeningly pink uniform that contrasted with the dreary brown décor inside the restaurant.
"Good afternoon!" She bowed slightly, and smiled at the group. "My name is Mikoto, and I'm happy to serve you today! Have you decided on your meals?"
The psychics muttered something of an affirmative, and Mikoto began taking their orders.
Everything went smoothly – Sensui asked for a simple tea, while Gourmet asked for three servings of their bulkiest meal—until she came to Kiyoshi, who was trying to disappear into the back of his chair.
"What would you like, si… oh! Hey! Don't we go to the same school?"
Kiyoshi, who had been trying his best to hide his face from the girl, sighed in defeat. He hated seeing classmates outside of school – and, with his luck, it had to be Mikoto.
"Yeah. We have the same homeroom class." And I bet you don't even know my name.
Mikoto smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Ah… I'm sorry, I'm so bad at matching faces to names!"
"It's fine," he said, trying to hide the bitter feeling rising in his stomach. "I'm Kiyoshi Mitarai."
"I remember now! Kiyo-chan!" She chirped, smiling even brighter.
Unlike Sensui, Kiyoshi wasn't able to suppress his visible cringe.
Kiyo-chan Nobu and his friends had called him that when he couldn't pass an endurance test in gym. The nickname had eventually spread to the entire school, and he found himself wishing he was still only known as "That Blonde Kid."
"Shouldn't you be taking his order?" Sensui said, keeping his eyes on the blonde psychic.
Mikoto blushed and tightened her grip on the notepad. "I'm sorry for the interruption. What would you like, Kiyo-chan?"
He ordered a small rice dish, having lost most of his appetite when she called him Kiyo-chan for the second time.
She finished the orders, and quickly went back into the kitchen.
Amanuma was the first to speak.
"Sooo… Kiyo-chan" – another cringe—"is Mikoto your girlfriend or something?"
An adamant "NO" was his answer, but the smaller boy noticed the red flush that had slowly crept its way onto Kiyoshi's face.
"I think you liiike her! Look at your face, it's all red!"
A hand shot up to his face reflexively.
"She's NOT my girlfriend! I don't even know her!"
"Well," Amanuma said, crossing his arms smugly, "then why did you try to hide when she came to the table? And don't tell me that just anybody calls you Kiyo-chan."
"Well, they do, okay? All the girls—everyone at school—calls me Kiyo-chan.
"Oh, I get it now," Amanuma said, leaning forward slightly. "You have a whole bunch of girlfriends and boyfriends at school, huh?"
Before Kiyoshi could sputter a retort, a loud chuckle came from further down the table.
Kamiya, who hadn't spoken a word the entire afternoon, was trailing a lithe finger around the rim of his empty water glass.
"If there's anything I've learned from being Mitarai's doctor, it's this: Women and Seaman just don't mix."