Autheress here.
I KNOW I promised I'd have this chappie up and have it up QUICK, but with studing for exams, end-of-year parties, and Navvy (my computer...yes, I named it) deciding to not work for a good week..grrr.... I got a bit off task....Silly Navvy..
You see, Navvy is old. Like, thirteen to fifteen years old. So basically, all he does is have games and some program (also freakishly old, but, surprisingly BETTER than Word..) that let's me type up stories in the privacy of my own lair. Navvy thinks he isn't old, he thinks of himself as a "Glorified Word Processor."
He doesn't even have internet, I have to load my ficcies onto a floppy, transfer them to the other computer, Sir Artimus, and then upload them.
(Yes, in my liddle world inatimate objects talk, have names, and argue with my logic. Navvy is Lord of my Desk. My stereo is King of my Lair. My bed is the Lord of LaLa Land. The door, (Arthur) is the Duke of the Entrance. I get bored at times... and my nameless stereo sometimes has odd suggestions, like my closet being the Lady of Dirty Clothing.)
So, I apologize for the absence. On with the STORY!!
Aoyou:WAIT!!!!!!!!
Autheress:..What?
Aoyou: I'd like to take this time to note that Autheress hasn't SWORN the entire opening statement!
Autheress: Aie...!
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Yusuke warily followed Katsu up the pristine driveway. The lawn surrounding him was recently cut, not a blade longer than its fellows. The color of the grass was a deep, healthy green.
At the end of the drive was a smart-looking house, painted a vibrant shade of blue, white trim making the blue all the more shocking.
A small garden circled the house neatly, pansies dominating the other flowers. Not a weed was to be seen. The sheer perfect look of the place made Yusuke feel out of place, but Katsu tromped up the drive without a second glance.
Katsu slid up the garage door. Yusuke ducked under before it had opened all the way and glanced around.
"Damn!" Yusuke whistled appreciatively and walked around a shinning motorcycle that sat in Katsu's garage.
"It was my father's." Katsu said fondly. "He left it to me in his will."
"Oh..he's dead?"
"Yeah," Katsu looked at him, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "No shit, Sherlock."
"Shuddup."
Katsu playfully whacked his shoulder, then settled down to business. "I want you to pose around this. Sitting on it, around it, you know. Maybe even one of you pretending to fix it, with a little grease on your face or something."
"Right here in the driveway?"
"Why not?" Katsu looked around.
Yusuke gestured around. "Nice, cut green grass., pleasant neighborhood? Like hell that's bad-boy."
"Good point." Katsu fiddled with her camera lens. "Uh, we'll have to wait a little for my mother to get it up on the trailer and-"
"Why, it don't work?" Yusuke inspected it closely.
"Of course it does!" Katsu said hotly.
"So....it works, but you got no keys?"
Katsy reached into the neck of her school blazer, yanking out a key on a chain. "I got it right here!"
Yusuke neatly slipped the chain over her head. Straddling the bike, he inserted it into the ignition.
"W-What do you think you're doing?" Katsu gasped.
"What does it look like?" Yusuke twisted to face her, and patted the leather-covered seat behind him. "You coming?"
Kiamo's voice came unheeded to her head.
-He'll be all nice and mellow at first but the moment your back is turned he'll jump you and-
"Well?" Yusuke revived the engine, grinning, daring her.
Katsu couldn't stop herself from climbing on behind him, tucking up her long legs to sit on the footrests, freverently wishing she wasn't wearing a skirt. The latter was currently riding up her thighs dangerously.
"Let's RIDE!" Yusuke pushed off with one foot, and with a resounding roar the motorcycle pulled out of the driveway.
"Do you have a license?!" Katsu yelled, her words being ripped away by the fast-paced ride.
"No!" Yusuke hollered back. "But what cop cares enough to pull us over?"
Yusuke boldly crossed lanes. Katsu squeezed her eyes shut as a car screeched to a halt, barely avoiding hitting them. She tightened her grip as the driver's angry shouts faded in their wake.
"Where are we going?" Another close call and Katsu buried her head in Yusuke's back, squeezing his waist tighter. He didn't seem to notice her state, but instead tipped the bike to barrel around a corner onto a dirt road.
"Just wait!"
Yusuke followed the dirt road up a gentle slope for some time. Katsu found the courage to dislodge her head from between Yusuke's shoulder blades in time to notice they were slowing down.
The road they were on was grassy with age, the forest pressing in on both sides, as if in an attempt to reclaim the road back to wilderness. The sun was at its sunset peak, setting the western world aflame with brilliant orange and red hues.
The sun's display was hardly noticed by the two under the trees. Because of thick leaves and branches, Katsu only got the impression of color through the filtering green of overhead foliage.
"We're here." Yusuke announced, letting a burst of gas carry them quickly to the pinnacle of the hill they had been traveling. The trees stopped abruptly, leaving a bare meadow here.
With a gentle bump, the machine halted, leaving its passengers to marvel at the expansive beauty set there by nature.
It was the perfect time of day, were the sun and moon hailed one another, the moon an iridescent sliver in the east and the sun a blaring ball in the west. Stars were on the verge of shining.
The view was perfect, because of the high vantage point of the cliff the road had taken them to. The high ledge overlooked the ocean, the water painted both light and dark of the overhead sky.
After the deafening silence of the forest, the open air sang with the voices of whispering leaves, chattering seagulls, the rush and dive of waves hitting the distant base of the cliff, and the slow guttering of the motorcycle.
"How's this for picturesque?" Yusuke grinned, switching off the motorcycle. Katsu slipped off and ran to the guardrail, rusting with age.
"It's so beautiful." She breathed. She unconsciously reached for the camera around her neck and snapped a picture of the scene.
"Let's get started, we only have about forty-five minutes of sunlight left." Yusuke checked his watch.
"Here, bring the motorcycle towards the guardrail, stand behind it...That's it. Lean down, and rest your elbows on the handle...excellent." Katsu twisted the lens into focus, then took the picture. Yusuke's hair, blown free from the grip of gel on the wild ride up, flopped down into one puppy-brown eye, his cocky smile more like a smirk.
"Now...straddle it and gaze off into the water...look real pissed." Katsu snapped another picture as Yusuke glared into the ocean.
She grinned. "When S&R's sees these, they might forget me and just hire you! Now.." Katsu slipped off her backpack and threw a leather jacket at him. It had defiantly seen better days, as battered as it was. Yusuke slipped it on, and posed according to Katsu's directions.
"Don't tell this to anyone, but this is sorta fun." Yusuke tied one of Katsu's bandanas around his head, and sat on the guardrail. He folded one leg up to rest an elbow on his knee, and then his chin in the upraised hand in turn.
A half an hour later, Katsu was forced to call it quits. Even though the lighting would allow another good twenty minutes, she wanted to get home before dark.
"Thank you, so, so much, Yusuke." She looked around to drink in the scenery before she left it. "With the modeling, this place, everything."
"Hey, no sweat." Yusuke revived up the engine again, and she jumped on, making sure to sit on the hem of her skirt. The precaution would keep her skirt from blowing up and giving drivers behind her an unexpected view.
The drive home was much more uneventful than the ride there. Traffic had calmed down, and Yusuke sort of obeyed speed laws. He helped her wheel motorcycle into the garage once they reached her house, then turned towards home.
"Yusuke!"
"Kaiko?!" Yusuke gasped. Indeed, the brown haired beauty was standing in the driveway, legs akimbo and hands on hips. She looked livid.
"Huh?" Katsu pulled down the garage door and went to stand next to Yusuke, inspecting Kaiko. "Who're you?"
"Someone who's gonna look out for you!" Was Kaiko's reply. Then, she rounded on Yusuke. "How DARE you take some girl away from her house and practically out of the city?!"
"How is it up to you what I do?!" Yusuke challenged. "And Yusarikiwa Point isn't out of city limits!"
"What?!" Kaiko gasped. "That was OUR spot!"
"To you, maybe!" Yusuke glared at her. "Hiei found it, Kurama trains up there every morning, he took Emiko there, and Kuwabara, well, he goes up there to paint the scenery. I only took you up there once!"
"You see?" Kaiko turned to Katsu, who shrank back a bit." This slime bag likes to make his own rules. He promises to stay within a girl's limits, and then-"
"What the hell, Kaiko?" Yusuke could barely contain his shouting. "When have I ever crossed your damn limits? Whenever did you have limits?"
"Every time you ever fought one of those demons! Oh-" Kaiko glanced at Katsu.
"Every time I fought a punk, Kaiko." Yusuke repeated. Damn it! he thought wildly. She almost blew my cover!
"So sorry you don't see life my way. But you never said a thing about that that I hadn't tried my best to obey!"
"Right!" Kaiko snorted sarcastically. She went back towards Katsu now. "He's such a liar. He couldn't give a wit about what a girl feels."
"What the-?" Katsu decided she didn't care if Kaiko was angry. "He just, quote, 'Took me away from my home and out of city limits' on my request!"
Kaiko raised an eyebrow. "So she's one of those types, Yusuke. I didn't suspect even you to be like that!"
"WHAT?!" Now Katsu was angry. "One of those types?! I'll beg your pardon, missy, but I would hardly consider myself, 'one of those types.' I asked Yusuke to model his bad-boy look for me, so I could get a photographer's job at S&R's. You know, leather jacket, motorcycle, the works. He was doing me a favor!"
Kaiko appeared to be at a loss for words, so Katsu continued. "I highly suggest you get off of my property or I won't hold myself responsible for what I'm gonna do to you!"
Kaiko simply glared. Then, she whirled around and flounced off.
"Sorry about that." Yusuke sighed. To his surprise, Katsu began to giggle. "What?"
"It's just kinda funny." Katsu said, "That she's so not over you! She's gone stalker, practically!"
Yusuke could feel the smile at his lips at the thought of sweet Kaiko clinging to a latticework to peer inside his bedroom window. "That is kinda funny."
He chuckled, and she started to laugh. He joined in, and it wasn't long before they both were doubled over, laughing loudly into the darkening sky.
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Autheress here.
Woot! I typed that all in an hour. All fresh off the brain, and my wrists are KILLING ME!! I won't try to make a promise on how soon the next chappie will be up, but to keep the FLAVOR of your interests, I'll put in a typical Yu Yu Hakusho preview of the next chappie. Here goes.
Katsu drops by Emiko's diner to show Yusuke the photos, and in exchange, gets to meet the other three of the Fearsome Foursome...aka Kurama, Hiei, and ever-popular Kuwabara...Ahem..
But the others warn Yusuke to not get overly involved with Katsu, in case she can't handle the truth. This gets Yusuke thinking about his real feelings, which are rather unexpected.
R&R, friendly readers!
I KNOW I promised I'd have this chappie up and have it up QUICK, but with studing for exams, end-of-year parties, and Navvy (my computer...yes, I named it) deciding to not work for a good week..grrr.... I got a bit off task....Silly Navvy..
You see, Navvy is old. Like, thirteen to fifteen years old. So basically, all he does is have games and some program (also freakishly old, but, surprisingly BETTER than Word..) that let's me type up stories in the privacy of my own lair. Navvy thinks he isn't old, he thinks of himself as a "Glorified Word Processor."
He doesn't even have internet, I have to load my ficcies onto a floppy, transfer them to the other computer, Sir Artimus, and then upload them.
(Yes, in my liddle world inatimate objects talk, have names, and argue with my logic. Navvy is Lord of my Desk. My stereo is King of my Lair. My bed is the Lord of LaLa Land. The door, (Arthur) is the Duke of the Entrance. I get bored at times... and my nameless stereo sometimes has odd suggestions, like my closet being the Lady of Dirty Clothing.)
So, I apologize for the absence. On with the STORY!!
Aoyou:WAIT!!!!!!!!
Autheress:..What?
Aoyou: I'd like to take this time to note that Autheress hasn't SWORN the entire opening statement!
Autheress: Aie...!
SSSSSSssssSSSStttttTTTTTTtttAAaaaaaAAAAAaaRRRRrrrrRRRTtttttTTTTTTTTTttttttTTTT
Yusuke warily followed Katsu up the pristine driveway. The lawn surrounding him was recently cut, not a blade longer than its fellows. The color of the grass was a deep, healthy green.
At the end of the drive was a smart-looking house, painted a vibrant shade of blue, white trim making the blue all the more shocking.
A small garden circled the house neatly, pansies dominating the other flowers. Not a weed was to be seen. The sheer perfect look of the place made Yusuke feel out of place, but Katsu tromped up the drive without a second glance.
Katsu slid up the garage door. Yusuke ducked under before it had opened all the way and glanced around.
"Damn!" Yusuke whistled appreciatively and walked around a shinning motorcycle that sat in Katsu's garage.
"It was my father's." Katsu said fondly. "He left it to me in his will."
"Oh..he's dead?"
"Yeah," Katsu looked at him, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "No shit, Sherlock."
"Shuddup."
Katsu playfully whacked his shoulder, then settled down to business. "I want you to pose around this. Sitting on it, around it, you know. Maybe even one of you pretending to fix it, with a little grease on your face or something."
"Right here in the driveway?"
"Why not?" Katsu looked around.
Yusuke gestured around. "Nice, cut green grass., pleasant neighborhood? Like hell that's bad-boy."
"Good point." Katsu fiddled with her camera lens. "Uh, we'll have to wait a little for my mother to get it up on the trailer and-"
"Why, it don't work?" Yusuke inspected it closely.
"Of course it does!" Katsu said hotly.
"So....it works, but you got no keys?"
Katsy reached into the neck of her school blazer, yanking out a key on a chain. "I got it right here!"
Yusuke neatly slipped the chain over her head. Straddling the bike, he inserted it into the ignition.
"W-What do you think you're doing?" Katsu gasped.
"What does it look like?" Yusuke twisted to face her, and patted the leather-covered seat behind him. "You coming?"
Kiamo's voice came unheeded to her head.
-He'll be all nice and mellow at first but the moment your back is turned he'll jump you and-
"Well?" Yusuke revived the engine, grinning, daring her.
Katsu couldn't stop herself from climbing on behind him, tucking up her long legs to sit on the footrests, freverently wishing she wasn't wearing a skirt. The latter was currently riding up her thighs dangerously.
"Let's RIDE!" Yusuke pushed off with one foot, and with a resounding roar the motorcycle pulled out of the driveway.
"Do you have a license?!" Katsu yelled, her words being ripped away by the fast-paced ride.
"No!" Yusuke hollered back. "But what cop cares enough to pull us over?"
Yusuke boldly crossed lanes. Katsu squeezed her eyes shut as a car screeched to a halt, barely avoiding hitting them. She tightened her grip as the driver's angry shouts faded in their wake.
"Where are we going?" Another close call and Katsu buried her head in Yusuke's back, squeezing his waist tighter. He didn't seem to notice her state, but instead tipped the bike to barrel around a corner onto a dirt road.
"Just wait!"
Yusuke followed the dirt road up a gentle slope for some time. Katsu found the courage to dislodge her head from between Yusuke's shoulder blades in time to notice they were slowing down.
The road they were on was grassy with age, the forest pressing in on both sides, as if in an attempt to reclaim the road back to wilderness. The sun was at its sunset peak, setting the western world aflame with brilliant orange and red hues.
The sun's display was hardly noticed by the two under the trees. Because of thick leaves and branches, Katsu only got the impression of color through the filtering green of overhead foliage.
"We're here." Yusuke announced, letting a burst of gas carry them quickly to the pinnacle of the hill they had been traveling. The trees stopped abruptly, leaving a bare meadow here.
With a gentle bump, the machine halted, leaving its passengers to marvel at the expansive beauty set there by nature.
It was the perfect time of day, were the sun and moon hailed one another, the moon an iridescent sliver in the east and the sun a blaring ball in the west. Stars were on the verge of shining.
The view was perfect, because of the high vantage point of the cliff the road had taken them to. The high ledge overlooked the ocean, the water painted both light and dark of the overhead sky.
After the deafening silence of the forest, the open air sang with the voices of whispering leaves, chattering seagulls, the rush and dive of waves hitting the distant base of the cliff, and the slow guttering of the motorcycle.
"How's this for picturesque?" Yusuke grinned, switching off the motorcycle. Katsu slipped off and ran to the guardrail, rusting with age.
"It's so beautiful." She breathed. She unconsciously reached for the camera around her neck and snapped a picture of the scene.
"Let's get started, we only have about forty-five minutes of sunlight left." Yusuke checked his watch.
"Here, bring the motorcycle towards the guardrail, stand behind it...That's it. Lean down, and rest your elbows on the handle...excellent." Katsu twisted the lens into focus, then took the picture. Yusuke's hair, blown free from the grip of gel on the wild ride up, flopped down into one puppy-brown eye, his cocky smile more like a smirk.
"Now...straddle it and gaze off into the water...look real pissed." Katsu snapped another picture as Yusuke glared into the ocean.
She grinned. "When S&R's sees these, they might forget me and just hire you! Now.." Katsu slipped off her backpack and threw a leather jacket at him. It had defiantly seen better days, as battered as it was. Yusuke slipped it on, and posed according to Katsu's directions.
"Don't tell this to anyone, but this is sorta fun." Yusuke tied one of Katsu's bandanas around his head, and sat on the guardrail. He folded one leg up to rest an elbow on his knee, and then his chin in the upraised hand in turn.
A half an hour later, Katsu was forced to call it quits. Even though the lighting would allow another good twenty minutes, she wanted to get home before dark.
"Thank you, so, so much, Yusuke." She looked around to drink in the scenery before she left it. "With the modeling, this place, everything."
"Hey, no sweat." Yusuke revived up the engine again, and she jumped on, making sure to sit on the hem of her skirt. The precaution would keep her skirt from blowing up and giving drivers behind her an unexpected view.
The drive home was much more uneventful than the ride there. Traffic had calmed down, and Yusuke sort of obeyed speed laws. He helped her wheel motorcycle into the garage once they reached her house, then turned towards home.
"Yusuke!"
"Kaiko?!" Yusuke gasped. Indeed, the brown haired beauty was standing in the driveway, legs akimbo and hands on hips. She looked livid.
"Huh?" Katsu pulled down the garage door and went to stand next to Yusuke, inspecting Kaiko. "Who're you?"
"Someone who's gonna look out for you!" Was Kaiko's reply. Then, she rounded on Yusuke. "How DARE you take some girl away from her house and practically out of the city?!"
"How is it up to you what I do?!" Yusuke challenged. "And Yusarikiwa Point isn't out of city limits!"
"What?!" Kaiko gasped. "That was OUR spot!"
"To you, maybe!" Yusuke glared at her. "Hiei found it, Kurama trains up there every morning, he took Emiko there, and Kuwabara, well, he goes up there to paint the scenery. I only took you up there once!"
"You see?" Kaiko turned to Katsu, who shrank back a bit." This slime bag likes to make his own rules. He promises to stay within a girl's limits, and then-"
"What the hell, Kaiko?" Yusuke could barely contain his shouting. "When have I ever crossed your damn limits? Whenever did you have limits?"
"Every time you ever fought one of those demons! Oh-" Kaiko glanced at Katsu.
"Every time I fought a punk, Kaiko." Yusuke repeated. Damn it! he thought wildly. She almost blew my cover!
"So sorry you don't see life my way. But you never said a thing about that that I hadn't tried my best to obey!"
"Right!" Kaiko snorted sarcastically. She went back towards Katsu now. "He's such a liar. He couldn't give a wit about what a girl feels."
"What the-?" Katsu decided she didn't care if Kaiko was angry. "He just, quote, 'Took me away from my home and out of city limits' on my request!"
Kaiko raised an eyebrow. "So she's one of those types, Yusuke. I didn't suspect even you to be like that!"
"WHAT?!" Now Katsu was angry. "One of those types?! I'll beg your pardon, missy, but I would hardly consider myself, 'one of those types.' I asked Yusuke to model his bad-boy look for me, so I could get a photographer's job at S&R's. You know, leather jacket, motorcycle, the works. He was doing me a favor!"
Kaiko appeared to be at a loss for words, so Katsu continued. "I highly suggest you get off of my property or I won't hold myself responsible for what I'm gonna do to you!"
Kaiko simply glared. Then, she whirled around and flounced off.
"Sorry about that." Yusuke sighed. To his surprise, Katsu began to giggle. "What?"
"It's just kinda funny." Katsu said, "That she's so not over you! She's gone stalker, practically!"
Yusuke could feel the smile at his lips at the thought of sweet Kaiko clinging to a latticework to peer inside his bedroom window. "That is kinda funny."
He chuckled, and she started to laugh. He joined in, and it wasn't long before they both were doubled over, laughing loudly into the darkening sky.
EEeeeEEEeeeNNNnnnNNNNNNNnnnnDDDDDDDDDDDDDDdddddddddddddddddDDDDD
Autheress here.
Woot! I typed that all in an hour. All fresh off the brain, and my wrists are KILLING ME!! I won't try to make a promise on how soon the next chappie will be up, but to keep the FLAVOR of your interests, I'll put in a typical Yu Yu Hakusho preview of the next chappie. Here goes.
Katsu drops by Emiko's diner to show Yusuke the photos, and in exchange, gets to meet the other three of the Fearsome Foursome...aka Kurama, Hiei, and ever-popular Kuwabara...Ahem..
But the others warn Yusuke to not get overly involved with Katsu, in case she can't handle the truth. This gets Yusuke thinking about his real feelings, which are rather unexpected.
R&R, friendly readers!