Author's Note: Hi everyone! The writer who was once Eladriewen and is now The Sundance Kid here. Thought I'd try my skills (heh heh) at an anime story. Hope you all like it. Be nice though, it's my first one. I was listening to "Idiot Boyfriend" by Jimmy Fallon while writing this one. (Great song by the way!!!) Hope it set the mood. Lord knows it fits Yusuke perfectly.

Keiko stood with a frown outside the small, homely diner. The sun was setting, and Yusuke was already an hour late. Fuming, she started pressing her nails hard into her palms.

"If that brat set me up again, he'll be sorry the next time he runs into me!" Her eyes twitched as a nerve did the same near her right temple. "Yusuke, you-" But suddenly, her skirt flew up and nearly over her head, and a familiar voice started cackling in her ear.

"Just for once Keiko, can't you wear a thong?"

Immediately, Keiko's face flushed red in both fury and embarrassment.

"YUSUKE YOU PERVERT!!!" she turned and slapped him hard across the face. A few people stopped to see what was going on, but soon started on their way again. Many people were used to their uncommon behavior, and so paid it little attention. "Can't you EVER think about ANYTHING else?!"

Yusuke, who was flat on the cement sidewalk, ogled up at her with a stupid grin (a classic of his). It was odd, he could fight almost any demon Spirit World had to throw at him, but when it came to holding up against Keiko's slaps, he was down for the count after one hit. She had to wonder at times if he did it just to make her feel bad.

"Aw, c'mon Keiko," he pouted with a kitty face, pawing at her skirt. "Ya' know I'm just looking out for what's best for you!" Keiko frowned bitterly, causing the kitty face to melt away into an innocent blush. Yusuke stood and stretched, then yawned as if he were already bored with the conversation. "So where are we goin'? Better not be no place girly."

"We're already here, genius." Keiko chided, walking through the entrance. Yusuke sighed in boredom and followed, as though he were a dog on a leash being lead to the gas chamber.

"Where we sittin'?"

But Keiko didn't answer. A waiter approached them with a cheesy grin and mustache, a snooty expression, and an all too well pressed suite for the job he was doing.

"Smoking or non-smoking?" he asked.

"Smoking." Yusuke answered, but Keiko slapped him hard across the back of the head.

"Non." she answered. The waiter bowed and lead them to a table in front of a window framed in flowers and satin draperies. The pair sat so that one was facing the other as menus were lain out on the table.

"I thought I said no place girly." Yusuke frowned as he perused the menu idly.

"It's not girly." Keiko argued. "It's romantic."

"Same difference," he muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothin'."

Keiko lowered her gaze, them smiled as she turned to look out the window. The first few starts of the night were beginning to peak through, twinkling down from the heavens. A gentle, innocent smile formed on Keiko's features.

"Isn't it romantic, Yusuke?"

"Yeah, sure." he muttered from the other side of the table. The smile died on Keiko's face as she turned to consider the bored expression on Yusuke's. She sighed sadly, bringing the young man to consider her seriously for the first time that night.

"You know Yusuke, if you didn't want to come, you could have said so."

"What are you talking about?"

Keiko sighed again. "You're obviously not interested in being with me," she started. "You're so bored and you don't bother to hide it. If you want to leave, you can."

Yusuke frowned, seriously considering her words. Then, suddenly, he started to laugh.

"Keiko, it's not you. I just don't enjoy these sorts of places. All uppity and snooty with their pressed suits and shiny shoes, it's like they're better than the rest of the world."

Keiko chuckled lightly. Of course! She knew these weren't the places that Yusuke really liked, but just for once she had hoped they might go somewhere nice. Yet, in love one had to make sacrificed. She supposed.

"All right Yusuke, we can leave, but I-" she stopped dead sentence when she noted the look upon the young man's face. "Yusuke?" she whispered. The cold gaze frightened her, and she followed it steadily to a man standing in the doorway of the restaurant. His eyes were focused on the pair also, and a sadistic grin was dancing across his shadowed features.

From where she sat, Keiko could tell he was a pale man. Tall definitely, and lanky, though his trench coat hid him well.

A hand touched hers, making her nearly leap from her seat in fear. Her gaze turned back to Yusuke, who's eyes had not left this stranger.

"Keiko, I'm going to walk you home," he whispered. "Now."

"Okay."

Author's Note: Ooo, who's the new creep? And why's Yusuke so worried about him? What? No! I'm not telling you! Keep reading!