1 "Katsu."
"Kiamo!" Katsu settled the phone more comfortably between her ear and her shoulder. "What's up, girl?"
"Why did you and Yusuke Urameshi come out of that old lot together last night? That old DESERTED lot?"
"Oh Kia." Katsu sighed. "It's nothing like that-"
"I'm even in a different school, a different age group, and I still know about his rotten reputation!" Kiamo fumed.
"Kiamo! He's just my new model!"
Her friend gasped. "WHAT?!"
"My..model.."
"That's what I thought I heard. I wish I hadn't, though. I'll bet he'll be all nice and mellow at first, but the moment your back is turned he'll jump you and-and-"
"Rape me?" Katsu said calmly.
"Yes!"
"I highly doubt that. By the way," Katsu fiddled mindlessly with the phone cord. "Why were you spying on me?"
Kiamo sighed, long and noisy over the telephone. She and Katsu were good friends, even with the year age difference. Katsu was fourteen, and in her last year of junior high, Kiamo being fifteen and a freshman in high school. They had met only last year, while Kiamo was still at Sarasaski Junior High. Now she attended Natsumi Highschool with Komiko and Yusuke's friend, Shuichi.
"I was on my way to work at the cafe. Komiko and I had the late shift last night."
"Hey, isn't Komiko that one kid's girlfriend?" Katsu asked.
"You mean, Shuichi?" Kiamo sounded confused.
"Yeah, that one. He's Yusuke's friend, isn't he? Best friend, or one of 'em, right?" Katsu pressed.
"SO?" Kiamo heaved a melodramatic sigh. "I don't see what you're getting at, Katty."
"Komiko obviously trusts Shuichi, if she's going out with him. And if they're best friends, Shuichi obviously trusts Yusuke. And you trust Komiko. I know that; you know it. So why are you all worried?"
Kiamo sighed. "You make no sense, Katsy."
"He's just what I need to get into S&R!"
"You can't take pictures once he's duct-taped your hands!" Kiamo said curtly.
"Kia! Listen, all I need him for is a roll with the motorcycle. That's at my house, he won't know my parents won't be home, and it's a busy street with nosey neighbors. He won't try a thing." Katsu said, exasperated. "Anyways, I need some sleep."
"Night then, knuckle head."
"Oh, get some sleep."
Katsu slipped the phone back in it's cradle, sighing. Yusuke was dangerous, she knew that. But never had she heard of him hurting a girl before.
I will be safe. He won't hurt me.......I think.
Yusuke eyed Katsu. She sat quietly in her seat, listening raptly to the teacher droning on about something to do with numbers. He thought. Not like what the teacher was saying mattered.
He hadn't known Katsu was in his Math class. Granted, he had only been to math four times last quarter.
She was really pretty, he had to admit, even if she acted brashly. With brown, soft hair that veiled her shoulders, and wide-set storm-gray eyes, she did stand out from the regular crowd. When she stood, she was perhaps a half-head shorter than Yusuke, Kaiko's height.
Letting his eyes slide down her sitting form, he noted her exceptionally long legs. She was undoubtedly full Japanese, but here, her willowy frame was unique.
"Urameshi! What's the volume of a cube with a side length of five?"
Yusuke jumped, and set his features in a look of concentration. His teacher's smile was smug, and the annoying tap-tap of his teacher's pen on the wooden desk made it hard to think. Not like Yusuke even had a small clue of what the answer might be.
Then, Yusuke's eyes caught a movement from Katsu's hand, which had been folded demurely on her lap moments before.
One finger.
Then two.
Then all five.
"One twenty five, obviously." Yusuke said.
The teacher glared. "Very...good."
Yusuke smirked broadly, and he saw Katsu return to staring raptly at the black board. Yusuke shook his head.
Kaiko wouldn't of given him an answer. She would of sat and watched him squirm, and then later would of told him off for it. Katsu was full of surprises.
"Okay, Urameshi, you seem to be doing well today. Same question, only now the cube's side length is...twenty."
Yusuke looked casually over to Katsu. She looked blank.
Great.
"Uh...ten-thousand?"
"Wrong. Eight thousand." The teacher smirked, while a few students giggled. "Your earlier answer must of been a fluke. Somehow, I'm not surprised."
"Yes sir." Yusuke said dispassionately, knowing his lack of reaction would anger the teacher more than a flaring response.
"Don't talk back." The teacher, Mr. Kokoburo, snapped. Whirling around to the board in an obviously foul mood, he continued his previous droning and picked up the chalk again.
Yusuke merely rolled his eyes. Teachers lately had been trying to get him riled up, to find excuses to put him in a detention, or better yet, to suspend him. Yusuke found it both effective and amusing if he didn't react.
Finally, the bell rang, releasing them from the torture. Katsu got up quickly and efficiently, gathering her books together. Then glancing at Kokoburo, she reached into her purse and slipped a strictly forbidden stick of gum into her mouth. Yusuke chuckled.
He quickly followed her, catching up just as they exited the classroom into the noisy hallway. Grinning, he flipped up the back of her skirt. "Thanks back there, Katsu."
WHACK.
Yusuke had to step back briefly to catch himself, reeling slightly from the unexpected slap Katsu had delivered smartly across his face. It was already beginning to redden, and to sting slightly as well.
"Nobody peeks at me without my permission." Katsu's voice was pinched high with anger.
"Sorry, Katty." Yusuke ruefully rubbed his cheek. "Damn, you pack one hell of a puch-er, slap."
"You still game?" Katsu asked. "For after school?"
Yusuke paused, seeing Kaiko walking towards them, brown eyes filled with suppressed curiosity. Yeah. Yeah, I'm game."
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Autheress: Sorry about last chapter, the convo at the end of the chapter was a little confusing, for evil FanFiction...doesn't like me and my special little divider thingys. OR the use of asterisks. Well, I promise I 'll work HARD on getting the third chapter typed and up within the next week tio make up for the long absence...in the meantime...review? Huh? Wouldja? Wouldja?
"Kiamo!" Katsu settled the phone more comfortably between her ear and her shoulder. "What's up, girl?"
"Why did you and Yusuke Urameshi come out of that old lot together last night? That old DESERTED lot?"
"Oh Kia." Katsu sighed. "It's nothing like that-"
"I'm even in a different school, a different age group, and I still know about his rotten reputation!" Kiamo fumed.
"Kiamo! He's just my new model!"
Her friend gasped. "WHAT?!"
"My..model.."
"That's what I thought I heard. I wish I hadn't, though. I'll bet he'll be all nice and mellow at first, but the moment your back is turned he'll jump you and-and-"
"Rape me?" Katsu said calmly.
"Yes!"
"I highly doubt that. By the way," Katsu fiddled mindlessly with the phone cord. "Why were you spying on me?"
Kiamo sighed, long and noisy over the telephone. She and Katsu were good friends, even with the year age difference. Katsu was fourteen, and in her last year of junior high, Kiamo being fifteen and a freshman in high school. They had met only last year, while Kiamo was still at Sarasaski Junior High. Now she attended Natsumi Highschool with Komiko and Yusuke's friend, Shuichi.
"I was on my way to work at the cafe. Komiko and I had the late shift last night."
"Hey, isn't Komiko that one kid's girlfriend?" Katsu asked.
"You mean, Shuichi?" Kiamo sounded confused.
"Yeah, that one. He's Yusuke's friend, isn't he? Best friend, or one of 'em, right?" Katsu pressed.
"SO?" Kiamo heaved a melodramatic sigh. "I don't see what you're getting at, Katty."
"Komiko obviously trusts Shuichi, if she's going out with him. And if they're best friends, Shuichi obviously trusts Yusuke. And you trust Komiko. I know that; you know it. So why are you all worried?"
Kiamo sighed. "You make no sense, Katsy."
"He's just what I need to get into S&R!"
"You can't take pictures once he's duct-taped your hands!" Kiamo said curtly.
"Kia! Listen, all I need him for is a roll with the motorcycle. That's at my house, he won't know my parents won't be home, and it's a busy street with nosey neighbors. He won't try a thing." Katsu said, exasperated. "Anyways, I need some sleep."
"Night then, knuckle head."
"Oh, get some sleep."
Katsu slipped the phone back in it's cradle, sighing. Yusuke was dangerous, she knew that. But never had she heard of him hurting a girl before.
I will be safe. He won't hurt me.......I think.
Yusuke eyed Katsu. She sat quietly in her seat, listening raptly to the teacher droning on about something to do with numbers. He thought. Not like what the teacher was saying mattered.
He hadn't known Katsu was in his Math class. Granted, he had only been to math four times last quarter.
She was really pretty, he had to admit, even if she acted brashly. With brown, soft hair that veiled her shoulders, and wide-set storm-gray eyes, she did stand out from the regular crowd. When she stood, she was perhaps a half-head shorter than Yusuke, Kaiko's height.
Letting his eyes slide down her sitting form, he noted her exceptionally long legs. She was undoubtedly full Japanese, but here, her willowy frame was unique.
"Urameshi! What's the volume of a cube with a side length of five?"
Yusuke jumped, and set his features in a look of concentration. His teacher's smile was smug, and the annoying tap-tap of his teacher's pen on the wooden desk made it hard to think. Not like Yusuke even had a small clue of what the answer might be.
Then, Yusuke's eyes caught a movement from Katsu's hand, which had been folded demurely on her lap moments before.
One finger.
Then two.
Then all five.
"One twenty five, obviously." Yusuke said.
The teacher glared. "Very...good."
Yusuke smirked broadly, and he saw Katsu return to staring raptly at the black board. Yusuke shook his head.
Kaiko wouldn't of given him an answer. She would of sat and watched him squirm, and then later would of told him off for it. Katsu was full of surprises.
"Okay, Urameshi, you seem to be doing well today. Same question, only now the cube's side length is...twenty."
Yusuke looked casually over to Katsu. She looked blank.
Great.
"Uh...ten-thousand?"
"Wrong. Eight thousand." The teacher smirked, while a few students giggled. "Your earlier answer must of been a fluke. Somehow, I'm not surprised."
"Yes sir." Yusuke said dispassionately, knowing his lack of reaction would anger the teacher more than a flaring response.
"Don't talk back." The teacher, Mr. Kokoburo, snapped. Whirling around to the board in an obviously foul mood, he continued his previous droning and picked up the chalk again.
Yusuke merely rolled his eyes. Teachers lately had been trying to get him riled up, to find excuses to put him in a detention, or better yet, to suspend him. Yusuke found it both effective and amusing if he didn't react.
Finally, the bell rang, releasing them from the torture. Katsu got up quickly and efficiently, gathering her books together. Then glancing at Kokoburo, she reached into her purse and slipped a strictly forbidden stick of gum into her mouth. Yusuke chuckled.
He quickly followed her, catching up just as they exited the classroom into the noisy hallway. Grinning, he flipped up the back of her skirt. "Thanks back there, Katsu."
WHACK.
Yusuke had to step back briefly to catch himself, reeling slightly from the unexpected slap Katsu had delivered smartly across his face. It was already beginning to redden, and to sting slightly as well.
"Nobody peeks at me without my permission." Katsu's voice was pinched high with anger.
"Sorry, Katty." Yusuke ruefully rubbed his cheek. "Damn, you pack one hell of a puch-er, slap."
"You still game?" Katsu asked. "For after school?"
Yusuke paused, seeing Kaiko walking towards them, brown eyes filled with suppressed curiosity. Yeah. Yeah, I'm game."
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Autheress: Sorry about last chapter, the convo at the end of the chapter was a little confusing, for evil FanFiction...doesn't like me and my special little divider thingys. OR the use of asterisks. Well, I promise I 'll work HARD on getting the third chapter typed and up within the next week tio make up for the long absence...in the meantime...review? Huh? Wouldja? Wouldja?