Cherry: Thank you all for your reviews. Normally I would take this time to say that your reviews are a big vote of confidence, and for some that is true. But apparently, I feel I should address some problems people have had. Now, some say Cherry is 'under developed' -does finger quotes- Now, people, she is supposed to be mysterious. IT'S ONLY THE FIRST CHAPTER! You don't know much about her, so of COURSE she won't be magically developed. Does a plant grow instantly when you plant it? NO. Give it time. A second thing is that my story is boring at some parts. again, IT'S ONLY THE BEGINNING! Furthermore, I have been writing stories for quite some time and some of the chapters are far longer, but just to piss you off, this chapter is only two pages, so ther----

Kuro: -sits on Cherry, holding her mouth shut- Excuse her. She has had a long day. As for the disclaimer, we don't own it. Period.

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After Yamcha had recovered from his trauma-rama, he figured it was time to actually teach her something. But first...he had some 'business' to attend to. He crept towards the front door and pushed it open slightly. He stepped out onto the doorstep and started off down the road.

"Hey Sensei! Where ya goin'?" Cherry dropped down from one of the branches of a random tree that Yamcha just happened to be walking by. Yamcha gave a sharp yelp and jumped back.

"Aah! Good god, how long have you been up there????" he asked of the upside-down girl.

"About an hour or so...just where are you going?" she asked, still hanging upside-down.

"I'm...I'm...out on...on...er..." he stammered.

"On what? Don't worry, you can tell me." she persisted.

"On cat patrol...but its nothing you would understand." he hastily answered, starting off.

"Cat patrol? You mean you go looking for cats?" she asked, dropping down.

"Err...not exactly...You see, I am the cat and I go out hunting for birds, chicks if you will, you know...girls." he explained, blushing slightly.

"Oh! It sounds fun...Can I come?" she asked, clapping her hands.

"Well, it's not exactly for you..." he tried to explain.

"Pleeeaseee????" she pleaded.

"Oh...fine. You can come. Just stay quiet." he finally caved in.

"Yaaay!!!" she cheered. "Oops, quieting down..." she said, more silently.

They walked over to the park and plopped down on a random bench.

"Now what, Sensei?" Cherry asked.

"Now we wait. Patience is the key to girl-stalking." he explained, all 'mystical sage'-like.

"Your genius never ceases to amaze me." she swooned.

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All and all, today had been a rather bad day for Yamcha. he got the following responses:

21 cold shoulders

17 verbal attacks, the most common phrase being 'you pig'

13 slaps

8 attacks with mace/pepper spray

5 attacks with a purse/handbag or some other heavy object

2 actual flirts

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1 excruciatingly painful kick in the crotch

Yamcha sat painfully on the couch at his house. Cherry looked at him with pity.

"Ow...what was she...wearing...Steel-toe boots?" he lamented.

"Oh, Sensei...are you okay?" Cherry asked, her voice filled with empathy.

"Yeah...just fine..." he managed to squeak. "Be a dear...and...go to the store...and get some ice..."

Cherry smiled and nodded. She returned about ten minutes later carrying a bag of ice. Yamcha snatched the bag of ice and set it between his legs. He groaned in relief and closed his eyes.

"Owie..." he moaned. "Ow, ow, ow...it hurts so bad." he whimpered.

Cherry and Pu'ar gave him a pat on the head. "It's okay..." they both said.

"So, Sensei...guess training is off..." Cherry said.

Yamcha flinched and smirked. "Well, it's getting late anyways...let's get you set up for bed."

"It's okay, I can go stay at a motel or--"

"Nonsense! You can stay here. You can sleep in my room."

"But...but where are you gonna sleep."

"Who said I was sleeping elsewhere?" he joked seductively.

Cherry giggled playfully. "Oh...you!" she laughed.

Yamcha laughed back. "I guess I'll sleep on the couch." he concluded.

"Well...okay...if it isn't too much trouble..."

"Not at all!" he said jumping up. Pain abruptly shot through his loins. He sat down agonizingly slowly.

"Yes well...goodnight. The real training begins tomorrow at dawn."