Autheress here.
I say that a lot, don't I?
So, I finally got motivated to write the fourth chapter. But first, I'd like to thank some reviewers who....review.
han'ensui
JewelValentine
LadyKatsu
Okay, on with the chappie!
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Katsu squinted into the developing liquid, watching a shadowy form take place on the photo paper. Yusuke's features began to fill in, along the the amazing sunset behind him and the motorcycle he straddled.
Standing in her personal darkroom, Katsu was surrounded by two rolls' worth of photos hanging up and drying, all showing Yusuke in different poses at different angles. She scanned them, a grin coming to her face. They were just the quality she needed. Taking a few of the finished photos, she slipped out the door.
...
Kiamo walked up to the diner, digging around in her jeans pocket for the key. As the cafe's main customers were school kids, the diner opened shortly after school doors did.
Whistling a tuneless melody, Kiamo flipped the Open/Closed sign to welcome in the students, then slipped on her roller skates.
Kiamo made her way back to the kitchens to open up the back door for the cooks. She rounded the corner and almost screamed when she saw Komiko standing in the middle of the kitchen.
"How did you get in, Miko?!" Kiamo patted her chest in an attempt to slow down her beating heart.
"You left the back door open. And, remember, I got a raise last week and a key. Get used to seeing me here first." Komiko, also known as Emiko, lied easily. Lying was something Emiko was getting good at again, after having a fifteen year-respite from being as wily as a fox. Or, more appropriately, wily as a fox demon.
In reality, she had picked the lock to get in. When Emiko had last worked, she accidentally left the afore mentioned key in her purse, which she left in the waitress locker.
"You? Here first? As if." Kiamo snorted. "This is the first time you've ever beaten me here."
"K-Suuichi gives me rides nowadays." Emiko grinned as Kiamo groaned.
"Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned, and Cupid ain't got nothin' on you two. It's sick how well you guys are getting along." Kiamo scowled at Emiko, who merely smiled. "I wish I could snag a man. Especially one as cute as yours. He looks so sweet!"
"Not everything beautiful is harmless, not all who look innocent are fragile, not all seem who they are." Emiko cautioned, firing up the stove to the preheat temperature. "Except, Suuichi is pretty wonderful."
"Listen to you!" Kiamo opened the gigantic refrigerator and took out a bag of frozen hamburger patties. "Since when did you start quoting famous dead guys?"
"Since when has any dead famous guy said anything of the sort?" Emiko challenged. "Aristotle never said that. I did. It's common sense. Animal survival."
Kiamo raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Anyone would be forced to admit Kiamo was a beautiful person.
She wasn't tall, wasn't short, had a good singing voice, and cute freckles dotting the bridge of a nicely shaped nose. Recent braces and brushing made for the straight white teeth, and green eyes stared out from under bleached blonde hair. Unlike other Japanese kids, her hair was already a lighter color than the normal black, and so the usually startling contrast between eyebrows and bleached hair wasn't an issue. On Kiamo, it looked natural.
"And since when have you had a problem getting men?" Emiko laughed slightly. In addition to abnormally good looks, Kiamo was gifted with a substantial figure that guaranteed any poor unfortunate male to double take.
"Lately, it's been a bit slow." Kiamo admitted, distributing the frozen meat to the hot surface of the warmed stove.
"Sorry. Good luck with that. I'll check the salt shakers." Emiko turned to leave the kitchen.
"Say, Miko?"
"Yes?"
"You know Yusuke Urameshi?"
"Oh, Kiamo, don't tell me your shooting for younger ones! Plus that, I don't think he's exactly your type." Emiko almost smiled at the mental image of Kiamo flinging high heels at Yusuke for being late on a date.
"NO! Not for me, at least. You know Katsuko Majoh, right?"
"The camera girlfriend of yours? Yes, I'm familiar with her." Emiko narrowed her eyes, imagining the slender girl in her mind's eye. "Why? She into Yusuke?"
"I don't really know." Kiamo skated past her after finishing with the stove. "I'll get pepper shakers. But anyways, he's her... new model."
Emiko started to laugh. "You're joking, right?"
"No. Katsu told me herself."
Emiko had to sit down in a nearby booth to avoid falling over, convulsing with mirth. "Y-Y-Yusuke?! A model.." She trailed off, still giggling.
"Yep. But I think he might be...you know." Kiamo lowered her voice. "He might have less than great intentions."
"No. Not Yusuke. He would never take advantage of any girl. In fact, Kaiko and Boton- er, some other friends, are the only girls I've ever seen him even interact with." Emiko wiped her eyes, and stood. "I wouldn't worry about it. He's probably still pretty upset over Kaiko, still."
"Okay.. Whatever. I just have yet to hear something positive about the kid." Kiamo sighed.
"Here's the first, then." Emiko smiled wryly. "He's an excellent tipper."
...
Kuwabara and Yusuke walked towards the cafe, scanning the street for any signs of Kurama's old orange Dodge. Henceforth, they weren't paying attention to what-or who- was in front of them.
"Ouch!"
"Shit!"
"Don't you louts understand the concept of watching where you're going?!" Hiei's snarl cut into their ears as they both stood, Yusuke nursing his elbow and Kuwabara ruefully rubbing his back end.
"Sorry, Short stuff, I don't make it a habit to look below waist level." Yusuke commented, in mock seriousness.
Hiei glared. "Oh, if only I could tie your internal organs together in public."
Yusuke smirked. "Oh, now Shorty's got stage fright. Make a guy fight in front of thousands of demons and he's still too nervous to fight in front of a few measly humans."
"You're a measly human, you insolent little fu-"
"Need a ride?"
Yusuke, Kuwabara and Hiei turned to see Kurama returning to the cafe from home. After dropping Emiko off at work, he drove home to change from his school uniform and tell his mother were he was going.
"Thanks." Yusuke waggled his fingers tauntingly at Hiei. "I guess you're going to have to cool down a little."
Hiei nearly lunged at Yusuke when Kurama casually commented, "So what's this I hear about you modeling, Yusuke?"
"How d'you know?" Yusuke gasped.
Kurama chuckled. "I bumped into Kaiko, and she started lecturing me on how I ought to keep you in check. She mentioned it."
"WHAT?!" Kuwabara stared at his reddening friend. "You're a model?!"
"What?" Hiei asked, irritated. His knowledge of Human World was growing, but it didn't cover the fashion industry quite yet.
"Models are pansies who stand and pose for pictures all day!" Kuwabara started to laugh.
Hiei's glare slowly changed into a smirk. "Somehow, I can see Yusuke doing that."
"Hey, shut the hell up." Yusuke scowled, opening the door to the pickup. "You two losers get the back. And, I'm helpin' out a friend. I got an excuse to use her motorcycle, so shove it."
"Ooh, it's a HER." Kuwabara clambered into the bed of the truck, while Hiei jumped nimbly into place. "Did she put make up on ya?"
The arguement lasted until they reached the cafe. Kurama parked, and the four sauntered in the cafe, and sat at the regular booth. Kurama hesitated, then stood to look for Emiko. He saw her a few booths away.
"Komiko." Kurama called softly.
"Suuchi." She smiled at him, and mouthed, Just a moment. He nodded with a smile, and joined the others.
The doorbell tinkled as another student swung into the fast-filling cafe. Yusuke leaned back in the plastic seat, sighing. "Kokoburo gave me a make or break assignment for the quarter. Either I do it or I fail."
"Are you going to do it?" Hiei asked. He stated the question, though his tone indicated he didn't care about the answer.
"Hell no. I'll threaten some brainiac to do it for me, change a few answers, and sign my name on it." Yusuke snorted. "Who do you think I am?"
"That brainiac had better not be me," a voice behind him made them all turn. "Threaten me and I'll trounce you."
"Katsu!" Yusuke shoved Kuwabara over and scooted in himself, making room on the seat next to him. "Sit. Why you here?"
Katsu it was, and she smiled as she plopped down next to him, drawing out an envelope as she did. "To show you these. They're most likely my best yet."
Yusuke ignored the stifled snickers from the others and opened the envelope.
The first picture was a close up of his head and shoulders. The leather jacket's collar had been pulled up, and a red bandana was keeping rebellious hair in check. The Yusuke in the photo stared away from the camera, resting his chin on folded arms. A wind had pulled strands of his hair into motion, and the shutter had captured the moment perfectly.
"Wow." Kuwabara scratched his chin, looking at the picture over Yusuke shoulder. "You look good, man."
"Don't he?" Katsu glowed. "Go to the next one, Yusuke."
Yusuke complied, the next showing the shiny, red-plated motorcycle beneath him. Yusuke glared straight into the camera this time, half of his face in shadow. The setting sun had painted him red, and the overall effect was highly impressive.
"Those are good pictures, Katsu." Kurama said, taking the first one and examining it. "Why did you do this?"
"You heard of S &R Sugatoes?"
Kuwabara piped up. "My sister likes to shop there and I go with sometimes. I like their fighting gear."
"Fighting gear?" Yusuke looked at his friend.
"Yeah, it's all the dojo's supply store."
"Choice."
"Um-hm." Katsu nodded. "They've been hiring for advertisers, lately. Writers, musicians-"
"And photographers." Kurama finished.
"Yep! These photos should be my ticket to employment there."
Just then Emiko skated over with a tray of food, not bothering to ask them what their choice would be. They always got the same four milkshakes and platter of french fries. "Oh, hi, Katsu. Sorry, can I get you anything?"
Katsu shook her head, standing up. "No thanks. I just came to show Yusuke his pictures, but I gotta jet."
"Oh, well, maybe later." Emiko smiled, and placed the tray on the table. She paused to give Kurama a short, sweet kiss. He poked her side, making her giggle.
"KOMIKO!" Kiamo's voice rang out warningly.
"Oh, keep working." Emiko groaned. "I'll see you later." Kurama smiled, and kissed her again, quickly. As she skated away he let his hand slide down to her rear. She sent him a mock glare over her shoulder.
"Woah." Katsu stared. "How long you two been goin' out?"
"Forever." Kurama sighed with a grin. "I've known her for years and years, and finally fate has made us recognize our destiny."
"Don't get him started." Hiei instructed. "He'll go on ranting, saying bits of poetry and wise words until you feel sick enough to cough up whatever meal you had last."
"Oh, well, then, I'd better get going." Katsu waved, smiled at Yusuke and walked out.
Yusuke grinned after her, then turned to his friends. "So-"
"Don't even think about it." Kuwabara instructed.
"Huh?"
"You like that girl!" Hiei accused.
"So?" Yusuke admitted freely. He leaned back. "Did you see her legs? I'd have t'be blind not to like her!" He paused. "She's nice, too."
"No, you don't like Katsu." Kurama said gently. "You like Kaiko."
"Hell no!" Yusuke grimaced. "That bi-"
"Why do you think you like Katsu, then?" Kurama pressed.
"She's pretty, and actually can handle being around me." Yusuke said.
"Kaiko's very lovely as well, and she was the original person to "handle" you. I believe she was the only female other than relatives to ever interact with you." Kurama said patiently. "Katsu and Kaiko aren't all that different. Brunettes, hazel eyes, taller, stubborn enough to stand being around you. It seems like the only difference is Kaiko knows about your Spirit abilities."
"So you think I like Katsu only as a substitute for Kaiko?!" Yusuke narrowed his eyes.
"Yes." Kurama stared back evenly.
Kuwabara scratched his chin. "They are kinda alike. And you just got dumped by Kaiko. You're using Katsu to mop up your poor broken heart!"
"It's rather obvious." Hiei said flatly. "And it's a bad idea. Katsu won't handle you once she learns your friends are demons and the punks you fight are trying to take over the world."
Yusuke stared at the three. He saw their point, and hated himself for it. "I ain't usin' nobody. And, whoever said Katsu needed t'know about demons?"
He slammed his palms on the table and stood up, flinging a few dollars on the table for his untouched milkshake. He stalked away and out the cafe door.
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Autheress back. Okay, so I wrote it a bit faster than I excpeted. But, I feel a case of Writer's Overload coming on.
Writer's Overload, or WO, is an acute case of having far too many ideas crowding the brain all at once, sort of the oppisite of Writer's Block. I'm currently working on five short stories including fan ficcies, one full-length thingy-revision dealie, and a manga.
To write Katsuko's Story, I've been neglecting my manga and another two short stories that are the highest priorities. But all the same, I could get bored easily and continue this freakishly short amount of time between Yujo Chronicle chappies.
And, I think it helped my motivation to write a preview....so...
In Yujo Chronicles Katsuko's Story Chapter...er, five:
Yusuke realizes his affection for Katsu could possibly be a rebound from Kaiko's dumping him. Deciding to continue on anyway, Yusuke also aims to not let Katsu know about his Spirit power.
Upon asking Katsu out on a date, he doesn't quite get what he expected for an answer. The conversation between the two is overheard by a possibly dangerous person, and events may push Yusuke to reveal his secret simply to keep Katsu alive.
Oofta, that chappie could be VERY HEAVY to write...I'll do me best. Review and eat tuna for breakfast! (Doing one does not require the other..)
I say that a lot, don't I?
So, I finally got motivated to write the fourth chapter. But first, I'd like to thank some reviewers who....review.
han'ensui
JewelValentine
LadyKatsu
Okay, on with the chappie!
SSSSSSSSSssssssssTTTTTTTTTtttttttttAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrTttttttttTT
Katsu squinted into the developing liquid, watching a shadowy form take place on the photo paper. Yusuke's features began to fill in, along the the amazing sunset behind him and the motorcycle he straddled.
Standing in her personal darkroom, Katsu was surrounded by two rolls' worth of photos hanging up and drying, all showing Yusuke in different poses at different angles. She scanned them, a grin coming to her face. They were just the quality she needed. Taking a few of the finished photos, she slipped out the door.
...
Kiamo walked up to the diner, digging around in her jeans pocket for the key. As the cafe's main customers were school kids, the diner opened shortly after school doors did.
Whistling a tuneless melody, Kiamo flipped the Open/Closed sign to welcome in the students, then slipped on her roller skates.
Kiamo made her way back to the kitchens to open up the back door for the cooks. She rounded the corner and almost screamed when she saw Komiko standing in the middle of the kitchen.
"How did you get in, Miko?!" Kiamo patted her chest in an attempt to slow down her beating heart.
"You left the back door open. And, remember, I got a raise last week and a key. Get used to seeing me here first." Komiko, also known as Emiko, lied easily. Lying was something Emiko was getting good at again, after having a fifteen year-respite from being as wily as a fox. Or, more appropriately, wily as a fox demon.
In reality, she had picked the lock to get in. When Emiko had last worked, she accidentally left the afore mentioned key in her purse, which she left in the waitress locker.
"You? Here first? As if." Kiamo snorted. "This is the first time you've ever beaten me here."
"K-Suuichi gives me rides nowadays." Emiko grinned as Kiamo groaned.
"Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned, and Cupid ain't got nothin' on you two. It's sick how well you guys are getting along." Kiamo scowled at Emiko, who merely smiled. "I wish I could snag a man. Especially one as cute as yours. He looks so sweet!"
"Not everything beautiful is harmless, not all who look innocent are fragile, not all seem who they are." Emiko cautioned, firing up the stove to the preheat temperature. "Except, Suuichi is pretty wonderful."
"Listen to you!" Kiamo opened the gigantic refrigerator and took out a bag of frozen hamburger patties. "Since when did you start quoting famous dead guys?"
"Since when has any dead famous guy said anything of the sort?" Emiko challenged. "Aristotle never said that. I did. It's common sense. Animal survival."
Kiamo raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Anyone would be forced to admit Kiamo was a beautiful person.
She wasn't tall, wasn't short, had a good singing voice, and cute freckles dotting the bridge of a nicely shaped nose. Recent braces and brushing made for the straight white teeth, and green eyes stared out from under bleached blonde hair. Unlike other Japanese kids, her hair was already a lighter color than the normal black, and so the usually startling contrast between eyebrows and bleached hair wasn't an issue. On Kiamo, it looked natural.
"And since when have you had a problem getting men?" Emiko laughed slightly. In addition to abnormally good looks, Kiamo was gifted with a substantial figure that guaranteed any poor unfortunate male to double take.
"Lately, it's been a bit slow." Kiamo admitted, distributing the frozen meat to the hot surface of the warmed stove.
"Sorry. Good luck with that. I'll check the salt shakers." Emiko turned to leave the kitchen.
"Say, Miko?"
"Yes?"
"You know Yusuke Urameshi?"
"Oh, Kiamo, don't tell me your shooting for younger ones! Plus that, I don't think he's exactly your type." Emiko almost smiled at the mental image of Kiamo flinging high heels at Yusuke for being late on a date.
"NO! Not for me, at least. You know Katsuko Majoh, right?"
"The camera girlfriend of yours? Yes, I'm familiar with her." Emiko narrowed her eyes, imagining the slender girl in her mind's eye. "Why? She into Yusuke?"
"I don't really know." Kiamo skated past her after finishing with the stove. "I'll get pepper shakers. But anyways, he's her... new model."
Emiko started to laugh. "You're joking, right?"
"No. Katsu told me herself."
Emiko had to sit down in a nearby booth to avoid falling over, convulsing with mirth. "Y-Y-Yusuke?! A model.." She trailed off, still giggling.
"Yep. But I think he might be...you know." Kiamo lowered her voice. "He might have less than great intentions."
"No. Not Yusuke. He would never take advantage of any girl. In fact, Kaiko and Boton- er, some other friends, are the only girls I've ever seen him even interact with." Emiko wiped her eyes, and stood. "I wouldn't worry about it. He's probably still pretty upset over Kaiko, still."
"Okay.. Whatever. I just have yet to hear something positive about the kid." Kiamo sighed.
"Here's the first, then." Emiko smiled wryly. "He's an excellent tipper."
...
Kuwabara and Yusuke walked towards the cafe, scanning the street for any signs of Kurama's old orange Dodge. Henceforth, they weren't paying attention to what-or who- was in front of them.
"Ouch!"
"Shit!"
"Don't you louts understand the concept of watching where you're going?!" Hiei's snarl cut into their ears as they both stood, Yusuke nursing his elbow and Kuwabara ruefully rubbing his back end.
"Sorry, Short stuff, I don't make it a habit to look below waist level." Yusuke commented, in mock seriousness.
Hiei glared. "Oh, if only I could tie your internal organs together in public."
Yusuke smirked. "Oh, now Shorty's got stage fright. Make a guy fight in front of thousands of demons and he's still too nervous to fight in front of a few measly humans."
"You're a measly human, you insolent little fu-"
"Need a ride?"
Yusuke, Kuwabara and Hiei turned to see Kurama returning to the cafe from home. After dropping Emiko off at work, he drove home to change from his school uniform and tell his mother were he was going.
"Thanks." Yusuke waggled his fingers tauntingly at Hiei. "I guess you're going to have to cool down a little."
Hiei nearly lunged at Yusuke when Kurama casually commented, "So what's this I hear about you modeling, Yusuke?"
"How d'you know?" Yusuke gasped.
Kurama chuckled. "I bumped into Kaiko, and she started lecturing me on how I ought to keep you in check. She mentioned it."
"WHAT?!" Kuwabara stared at his reddening friend. "You're a model?!"
"What?" Hiei asked, irritated. His knowledge of Human World was growing, but it didn't cover the fashion industry quite yet.
"Models are pansies who stand and pose for pictures all day!" Kuwabara started to laugh.
Hiei's glare slowly changed into a smirk. "Somehow, I can see Yusuke doing that."
"Hey, shut the hell up." Yusuke scowled, opening the door to the pickup. "You two losers get the back. And, I'm helpin' out a friend. I got an excuse to use her motorcycle, so shove it."
"Ooh, it's a HER." Kuwabara clambered into the bed of the truck, while Hiei jumped nimbly into place. "Did she put make up on ya?"
The arguement lasted until they reached the cafe. Kurama parked, and the four sauntered in the cafe, and sat at the regular booth. Kurama hesitated, then stood to look for Emiko. He saw her a few booths away.
"Komiko." Kurama called softly.
"Suuchi." She smiled at him, and mouthed, Just a moment. He nodded with a smile, and joined the others.
The doorbell tinkled as another student swung into the fast-filling cafe. Yusuke leaned back in the plastic seat, sighing. "Kokoburo gave me a make or break assignment for the quarter. Either I do it or I fail."
"Are you going to do it?" Hiei asked. He stated the question, though his tone indicated he didn't care about the answer.
"Hell no. I'll threaten some brainiac to do it for me, change a few answers, and sign my name on it." Yusuke snorted. "Who do you think I am?"
"That brainiac had better not be me," a voice behind him made them all turn. "Threaten me and I'll trounce you."
"Katsu!" Yusuke shoved Kuwabara over and scooted in himself, making room on the seat next to him. "Sit. Why you here?"
Katsu it was, and she smiled as she plopped down next to him, drawing out an envelope as she did. "To show you these. They're most likely my best yet."
Yusuke ignored the stifled snickers from the others and opened the envelope.
The first picture was a close up of his head and shoulders. The leather jacket's collar had been pulled up, and a red bandana was keeping rebellious hair in check. The Yusuke in the photo stared away from the camera, resting his chin on folded arms. A wind had pulled strands of his hair into motion, and the shutter had captured the moment perfectly.
"Wow." Kuwabara scratched his chin, looking at the picture over Yusuke shoulder. "You look good, man."
"Don't he?" Katsu glowed. "Go to the next one, Yusuke."
Yusuke complied, the next showing the shiny, red-plated motorcycle beneath him. Yusuke glared straight into the camera this time, half of his face in shadow. The setting sun had painted him red, and the overall effect was highly impressive.
"Those are good pictures, Katsu." Kurama said, taking the first one and examining it. "Why did you do this?"
"You heard of S &R Sugatoes?"
Kuwabara piped up. "My sister likes to shop there and I go with sometimes. I like their fighting gear."
"Fighting gear?" Yusuke looked at his friend.
"Yeah, it's all the dojo's supply store."
"Choice."
"Um-hm." Katsu nodded. "They've been hiring for advertisers, lately. Writers, musicians-"
"And photographers." Kurama finished.
"Yep! These photos should be my ticket to employment there."
Just then Emiko skated over with a tray of food, not bothering to ask them what their choice would be. They always got the same four milkshakes and platter of french fries. "Oh, hi, Katsu. Sorry, can I get you anything?"
Katsu shook her head, standing up. "No thanks. I just came to show Yusuke his pictures, but I gotta jet."
"Oh, well, maybe later." Emiko smiled, and placed the tray on the table. She paused to give Kurama a short, sweet kiss. He poked her side, making her giggle.
"KOMIKO!" Kiamo's voice rang out warningly.
"Oh, keep working." Emiko groaned. "I'll see you later." Kurama smiled, and kissed her again, quickly. As she skated away he let his hand slide down to her rear. She sent him a mock glare over her shoulder.
"Woah." Katsu stared. "How long you two been goin' out?"
"Forever." Kurama sighed with a grin. "I've known her for years and years, and finally fate has made us recognize our destiny."
"Don't get him started." Hiei instructed. "He'll go on ranting, saying bits of poetry and wise words until you feel sick enough to cough up whatever meal you had last."
"Oh, well, then, I'd better get going." Katsu waved, smiled at Yusuke and walked out.
Yusuke grinned after her, then turned to his friends. "So-"
"Don't even think about it." Kuwabara instructed.
"Huh?"
"You like that girl!" Hiei accused.
"So?" Yusuke admitted freely. He leaned back. "Did you see her legs? I'd have t'be blind not to like her!" He paused. "She's nice, too."
"No, you don't like Katsu." Kurama said gently. "You like Kaiko."
"Hell no!" Yusuke grimaced. "That bi-"
"Why do you think you like Katsu, then?" Kurama pressed.
"She's pretty, and actually can handle being around me." Yusuke said.
"Kaiko's very lovely as well, and she was the original person to "handle" you. I believe she was the only female other than relatives to ever interact with you." Kurama said patiently. "Katsu and Kaiko aren't all that different. Brunettes, hazel eyes, taller, stubborn enough to stand being around you. It seems like the only difference is Kaiko knows about your Spirit abilities."
"So you think I like Katsu only as a substitute for Kaiko?!" Yusuke narrowed his eyes.
"Yes." Kurama stared back evenly.
Kuwabara scratched his chin. "They are kinda alike. And you just got dumped by Kaiko. You're using Katsu to mop up your poor broken heart!"
"It's rather obvious." Hiei said flatly. "And it's a bad idea. Katsu won't handle you once she learns your friends are demons and the punks you fight are trying to take over the world."
Yusuke stared at the three. He saw their point, and hated himself for it. "I ain't usin' nobody. And, whoever said Katsu needed t'know about demons?"
He slammed his palms on the table and stood up, flinging a few dollars on the table for his untouched milkshake. He stalked away and out the cafe door.
EeeeeeeEeeeeEEEEEEEeeeennnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNddddddDDDDDDdddddddddD
Autheress back. Okay, so I wrote it a bit faster than I excpeted. But, I feel a case of Writer's Overload coming on.
Writer's Overload, or WO, is an acute case of having far too many ideas crowding the brain all at once, sort of the oppisite of Writer's Block. I'm currently working on five short stories including fan ficcies, one full-length thingy-revision dealie, and a manga.
To write Katsuko's Story, I've been neglecting my manga and another two short stories that are the highest priorities. But all the same, I could get bored easily and continue this freakishly short amount of time between Yujo Chronicle chappies.
And, I think it helped my motivation to write a preview....so...
In Yujo Chronicles Katsuko's Story Chapter...er, five:
Yusuke realizes his affection for Katsu could possibly be a rebound from Kaiko's dumping him. Deciding to continue on anyway, Yusuke also aims to not let Katsu know about his Spirit power.
Upon asking Katsu out on a date, he doesn't quite get what he expected for an answer. The conversation between the two is overheard by a possibly dangerous person, and events may push Yusuke to reveal his secret simply to keep Katsu alive.
Oofta, that chappie could be VERY HEAVY to write...I'll do me best. Review and eat tuna for breakfast! (Doing one does not require the other..)