Do I own YYH?  Hmmm.  That would be a NO!!!!!!!  * Sighs * If only!  For now I can only entertain you with these stories based on YYH that come from my avid imagination!  Please R&R!!!!  Enjoy!

Chapter Three:  Getting to Know You

Kurama shook her hand politely and replied, " Hello, I'm Shuichi Minamino."  Then he quickly let go of her hand.

She looked around the room and blinked a few times, " Where is the Dean?"

' Does she really expect the Dean to be here after she is an hour and  a half late?!' Kurama thought.  " He had to attend an urgent meeting."

"Oh, I just wanted to apologize for being late."  She scratched the back of her head embarrassedly, "My sister picked me up half an hour late and then she sort of forgot to fill the tank with gas…" she looked at him, the boy's face was impassive.  " So, um why are you here?"

" I'm supposed to give the tour of the college.  Mr. Kusanagi would like to meet you before your first class tomorrow."

Akima took a step back, " Oh,"

"Is something wrong?  I know this school isn't as big as your old one but…"

" NO NO NO!" she waved her hands in the air.  " It's not that at all!  It's just… oh forget about it.  It doesn't matter."

Kurama eyed her suspiciously, " Alright then, let's go."  He held the door open for her and began the tour.  They began with the library.  It was huge with old dusty books that decorated the ancient shelves.  Although everything looked old it seemed to have a graceful beauty about it.  Akima looked around in wonder.  She let out a breath of excitement.

" This is amazing…" She turned around, her eyes trying to devour as much as possible.

" Didn't you have a large library at your other school?"  he was surprised at her wonder.  It was like bringing a small child into a candy shop.

" It was fairly big, maybe a little bigger than this one.  At my old school it was too clean, too mechanical.  This one just seems much more natural.  There's just something about it." She breathed in deeply and turned to look at him.  " So what is your favorite kind of book?"

" I don't know, I like an assortment of books.  I suppose I would like just about anything.  What about you?"

" I absolutely love fantasy adventure stories!  You know, the ones with magic, sword fights, and great battles.  I've even read some books on real magic and some on demons and spirits."

" So, uh where did you get those?"

She smirked a bit, " My step-father bought them for me.  I found them on the Internet.  I guess he's trying to buy my affection or something.  I don't know, you' d think trying to have a normal conversation without being interrupted by a ringing cell phone or pager would work better.  But he is trying…kind of."

" He's your step-dad?"  Kurama asked.  He thought that he was her real father.

" Yeah, my mom and dad got divorced.  Then she and him started dating.  That went on for about two years before he decided to pop the question.  My mom said yes and they've been married for about three or four years.  That dorky girl who winked at you was my step-sister.  She really cool, when she's not being lazy, annoying, idiotic, spoiled, and boy crazy.  What's your family like?"

" Well I have my own apartment, but sometimes I stay at my mother's house."

" What is she like?" she asked, thinking of her own mother.

"Her name is Shiori and she is kind and sweet but maybe a little too concerned about me at times." He laughed to himself.  " Here I'll show you the Quad and then probably to your classes."  The rest of the tour, they didn't talk as much.  Akima listened attentively as Kurama explained things to her.  Akima looked down at her watch, " Sorry to leave you like this, but I have to go and meet my dad Shuichi.  Thank you so much for the tour.  At least now, I won't get too lost!  Bye" and that was how the day ended.

Kurama watched her run through the gates and began to reflect on the day's events.

Akima walked briskly down the street.  Finally she could see her dad again.  She was just twelve when her mother divorced her father.  It wasn't that she liked her dad more, but he understood her better.  She always felt like a disappointment to her mom.  She was the exact opposite of her dream daughter.  She wasn't poised, reserved, or ladylike.  She grew up a tomboy, compliments of her father.  When she was younger, he'd tell her bedtime stories, but not the normal ones.  Instead of Sleeping Beauty and Snow White, he would tell her about a world filled with demons and about great samurai warriors, who were known for their demon slaying abilities, that was another thing her mother disapproved of.  Now her mother was married to this rich businessman, though she couldn't see why.  Sure, he was nice enough, but he was nothing compared to her father.

She finally reached a newly opened restaurant, the wooden tables were glossy, and there were freshly cut flowers on each individual table.  She smiled at the artwork on the walls.  Her dad had been kind enough to decorate his restaurant with it, to give Ami publicity.  She walked slowly towards the kitchen in the back.  There was a faint aroma of some delicious meal her father may have been preparing.

" Dad?" her voice echoed through the empty restaurant.

A tall sandy haired man walked through the doorway.  He took off his chef's hat and tossed it lazily aside.  He began to wipe his hands clean of the flour and dough that had covered it so completely.

" Well look at this, it's my Little Bit, and in a skirt at that!"  His dark blue eyes twinkled with his joy of teasing her.

" Da-ad!" she complained with a slight smile.

" Come here kid!" he enveloped her in a warm embrace.

" Dad, I can't really breathe… Dad?  Dad?!?!?"  She began to wriggle beneath his grasp as he started to tickle her ferociously.  Much to her relief, he finally let go.

" So how is your Dean?"he asked as they began walking back further into the kitchen.

" Well, I wouldn't know just yet," her father turned around.

" Don't tell me Ami forgot to put gas in the tank again?"  Akima nodded sweat dropping.

" And she was also late in picking me up.  I think we got lost because we passed the same town like five times," she laughed to herself at the memory.

" Well, at least she didn't leave you at the gas station this time.  I think she has made some progress." He added smiling.

She rolled her eyes, " Very little progress, may I add."

" So if the Dean wasn't there, what took you so long?  And who did you meet?"  Her father's face took on a suspicious look.

" One of the students gave me a tour of the school."

" Who?"

"Dad?  What is up with you all of the sudden?  You sound like a CIA agent!"

Mr. Torigeshi crossed his arms, " Who was it?  Don't tell me you're too embarrassed!"

" I am so not embarrassed!  His name was Shuichi Minamino.  Are you happy now?"

Her father raised his eyebrows, " Shuichi Minamino?  I've heard of that boy…  Apparently, he's a model student and very good-looking."

" Are you trying to insinuate something?"  She smiled to herself.

He shrugged, " Maybe.  What do you think I'm insinuating?"

" If you wanted to know, your insinuation is correct.  Ami did wink at the poor boy."

At this point they both doubled over in laughter.  Her father was breathing hard, though a smile was on his face.

" Come on Akima.  Let's go home."

" So, how is your business doing?"  Akima asked as they walked down the street.

"It's doing great!  The people here are really helpful.  I get a lot of school kids, I guess they wanted to check out my new restaurant."

Akima smiled, her mother had thought it would have failed miserably.  She pushed the thought out of her mind and continued on with their conversation. 

" Ami was so happy you agreed to put up her paintings in your restaurant.  She really didn't expect you to."

"Well who am I to deprive a young and flourishing artist her chance at publicity and success?" he said in a mockingly sincere tone.