Disclaimer: Lessee... I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, Shikyo, or any possible
shreds of sanity (despite what some of you might think, moving is hard -and
therefore a plausible excuse for not updating for a month). Oh, and Aki
belongs to Stephanie.
Quote of the week: "Let's see... if it wasn't for you, Jak, I wouldn't be two feet tall, fuzzy, and running around the sewers without pants. ...God I miss pants..." -Daxter, from Jak 2 (God, I love that game...)
KKC: *starry-eyed* Wow... so many reviews... Now we can finally get back on track with our weekly updates! And I'm thinking of throwing in a "Wheel of Torture" scenario sooner or later.
Grimoire: If you're going to torture a character, roast Atauro. I want his head!
KKC: Wha? What happened between you two?
Grimoire: just an ...argument.
KKC: -.- What'd you do this time?
Grimoire: *off handedly* Hey, KKC?
KKC: What?
Grimoire: Who do you love more, me or the bird?
KKC: o.0 WHAAAT?!
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Back to school, a time we all dread, no matter what age we may be. Although it wasn't too much of a winter break (well, what do YOU think?), the time spent out of school seemed to pass so quickly, and it seemed that they had just gotten out of school the Friday before. But here they were, standing outside and waiting for their first period classes, trying their best to stay warm in the ten-degree weather. Ever since New Year's Eve, the weather had given in to a cold snap, the main reason they hadn't gone out to town on New Year's.
Yusuke, Rogerik, and Lyonell stood outside the doors of Ryo's large tower classroom. Word was, Michealangelo had come to terms with Felicia, the young ghost that had haunted the elf's room just two weeks before, and the tower was ready for use. It was a pity, really; Yusuke had been hoping the Latin test Ryo had scheduled on the day of their return would be canceled.
"Hey, am I late?" A voice called out behind the three boys, as Justin St.Pierre trotted up to wait with the rest of the class. The teenage boy had gotten a tan over the summer, and his dirty-blond hair had lightened a shade during the winter break. He ran up, grinning, to his three friends, all of which were trying to keep themselves warm in the unbearable cold. "Glad to see you had a nice vacation." Lyonell growled, his tawny-colored cat's ears flicked back and golden-furred tail twitching in annoyance. Rogerik, his leather pilot's jacket wrapped tight around his shivering frame, merely glared; his dark gray eyes reflecting something a little short of jealousy. It was Yusuke, though, who sarcastically asked the big question.
"And where were you during the winter break?"
Justin nervously chuckled and backed away from the spirit detective, his backpack slipping off of his shoulder a little. This was one of those times where you had to choose your words reeeaaally carefully, unless you wanted to explore the bottom of the pond in a pair of cement shoes. Unfortunately for poor Justin, a slip of paper fell from an open pocket on his bag, and landed on a frozen puddle of ice right by Lyonell's paw. Reaching down, his pupils not much more than slits, the demon twin murmured, "Well what's this..?"
The paper was fairly stiff, and the front was blank, except for a slew of seven-digit numbers hastily written in pen. Flipping it over, the cat demon's green eyes widened in surprise and he could only stare. It was a photograph.
Well, not just any photograph. Y'see, this one had Justin flipping a victory sign on a tropical beach, not that there was anything wrong with that, but crowded around was a group of full-figured, lusty, bikini-clad women; not one or two, but six.
The three boys merely stared at the photo, eyes bugging out of their heads, and Justin meekly tried to sneak away before they snapped out of la-la-land and decided to wring his neck. The teenager whipped around, prepared to run at full speed away from his companions - far away - but one sharp claw hooked onto the back of his hooded sweatshirt and yanked him back, bringing Justin face to face with the three other students.
"Care to explain, Justin?" the photo was shoved in his face, hanging from the fingers of a very annoyed Yusuke.
"I, uh... went to St. Marten with my family for Christmas vacation! Seriously!" Justin brought up his arms, defending his face, hoping Yusuke would buy his alibi. There was no time to contemplate this new bit of information; however, as the thick steel door swung open, allowing passage out from the bitter January cold. No one lingered outside, every single student out of the class of twenty swarmed inside, each hurrying up the tower staircase.
It wasn't much warmer inside; icicles were formed on the banister and they could easily see their breath. Ice coated the stone walls, thankfully the stairs were clear of the frozen liquid, and it grew progressively warmer as they continued their ascent. Yusuke, Rogerik, Lyonell, and Justin were the last ones in; the door slamming shut behind them, and scuttled to their desks.
The class was silent for a moment or two, but quickly escalated into idle chatter. Lyonell glanced around the room for any staff, just in case, and skittered over to Yusuke, Justin, and Rogerik's desks. He barely managed to make it half-way when the door slammed open, the sound of metal on stone reverberating throughout the entire room, and a freezing gust of wind roared inside, causing the Kelpie and swan skeleton to swing from their ceiling hooks and chilling any students that happened to come into contact with the draft. Snow whirled around, kicking up in the wind and finally coming to rest at the feet of the stranger that stood in the doorway.
The door quickly shut behind the man as he stepped inside, as he unzipped his leather jacket and slid the bandanna that had been covering the lower half of his face down. Taking off the aged jacket, he flopped it over the back of Ryo's comfortable computer chair and strode to the far side of the room, where he turned up the thermostat. The heaters located by the windows roared to life, and the temperature in the room almost instantly escalated. Everyone was silent; this stranger seemed intimidating despite his lean frame, long hair (which was tied up in a ponytail), and dark, almost black, eyes.
The chains attached to the belt of his jeans jangled with every step of his booted feet as he strode down the aisle, back to the front of the room. It was timid little Elaine that broke the awkward silence. "Er, sir? May I ask... what is delaying professor Ryo?" Elaine was never very loud, her small delicate frame not able to produce such noise, and she shyly hid behind Justin, who sat in front of her, trying to hide her translucent fairy's wings at the same time. The stranger turned towards the small fairy, his hard, dark eyes softening a tad, and stiffly replied, "Ryo has some business to attend to. I believe you have heard about the ghost, Felicia, haunting him and his classroom?"
Elaine, sensing the stranger meant no harm and was most likely their substitute, merely nodded.
"Good. I was asked to exorcise the spirit, but she refused to peacefully leave this world until your teacher had performed a favor for her."
It took a moment for this to sink into Yusuke's head, which was still rather foggy from the cold, but Rogerik caught on right away. His gray- green eyes widened and the thief muttered, "So you're Laird Michealangelo..."
"Hm? Disappointed, boy?" It had seemed Michealangelo had heard the comment, which wasn't too hard to figure out since he had been literally standing next to the boys in order to hear Elaine. The rogue jumped a little in surprise, then furiously tried to backpedal.
"Uh, er... no, no... Nothing like that, sir."
While his roommate was busy talking to the substitute, Yusuke finally manage to get a grasp on the situation. But a favor for Felicia? Having met the elf's fangirl before, something told Yusuke that Ryo had asked for more than he could chew. Still, it wouldn't hurt to know what the ghost's last wish was.
"Sir, exactly what did Felicia ask?"
"Nothing much; just a date with Ryo."
Michealangelo smirked, knowing full well that this would happen; the class had exploded into laughter. He allowed it to continue for a minute or two, since the idea was actually quite entertaining, but loudly slammed his palm on Ryo's desk, sending papers and a paper coffee cup flying, in order to get the class' attention.
Everyone jumped, surprised by the sudden noise, and meekly turned back towards the teacher, who had comfortably set himself behind Ryo's desk, feet propped up on the cluttered piece of furniture, and was now thumbing through the book-pages in Ryo's schedule book. "Alright, every one. Ryo assigned you numbers one through fifty-six, pages 459-463. Get to work." There was a collective sigh from almost every student, but the thick textbooks were dutifully dragged out, and pages rustled as each classmate turned to their assignment. Soon, nothing was heard except the scratching of pens on paper, and the necromancer, after shooting a quick glance or two at his charges, pulled out a thick, leather-bound book from somewhere in Ryo's mess of a desk and began to read.
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"Lark, it shouldn't take you a full fifteen minutes just to find one paper," Chrysanthemum drawled, her green eyes half-closed in boredom and her tawny gold tail flicking back and forth. The water manipulator grumbled something incomprehensible - knowing her, it was probably a dazzling array of colorful language. There was a muffled cry of "Aha!" and Lark pulled something out from the depths of her backpack. Her cat companion visibly perked up, asking, "Did you find your homework?"
"No, but I found the missing page of that violin music I was looking for!"
"Stay on track." Chrysanthemum rolled her slitted eyes, looking for something to focus her attention on until the teacher for her new advanced English class arrived. It was a fairly new class, opened to honor students after winter break; the old teacher of the program, however, had recently retired, leaving Givanni no choice but to find a suitable replacement.
The demon-twin's acute hearing could pick up the sound of someone striding down the hall of the brick building, her tufted ears flicking back as the doorknob turned and slowly creaked open. At first, Chrysanthemum boredly continued her search around the fairly empty classroom, until her eyes rested on the man that stepped inside.
He couldn't have been older than eighteen or nineteen, and was fairly slim; black bangs partially covering his pale face. What set him aside from most men, however, was the lithe, pitch-black tail that twitched behind him, and sharply erect, silky black, cats ears. His eyes were almost covered by his dark hair; it was so black there were faint blue and purple highlights when the dim lights hit it the right way, and were equally as dark-tinted as his fur.
As the young teacher placed his bag on the clear and empty desk, all that went through the young student's mind was, 'God, am I lucky or what?' Chrysanthemum's silent reverie was rudely interrupted when, finally finding her lost homework (it had even been placed in a bright yellow folder with the words "do not lose this" in black sharpie on the cover), Lark went to sit upright in her seat and whacked her head on the bottom of her desk. Lark yelped in pain, her head throbbing, and shot up straight in her seat. Her folder with her formerly lost homework fell back to the floor, where a clawed hand picked it up and place it on her desk.
"I believe this belongs to you, ladies?" the voice was as silky and smooth as the ebony ears atop the speaker's head, and both students dumbly nodded. Lark, more surprised than awed (unlike the daydreaming cat demon next to her), merely took the paper from her teacher's hand and continued to stare as he crossed to the front of the room and wrote his name on the white board in black marker.
Shikyo.
And so, that one name marked the beginning of Chrysanthemum's entrance into the world of men and crushes.
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"And remember, we have a test on Friday, so I suggest you all study your elemental spirits before then. Have a good day." Ms. Hisagawa smiled as the bell rang and her class of twelve students filed out the door of her cottage classroom; Lyra and Kurama among them. It had been pure luck they had managed to get into this class, even with their high grades, as it was usually reserved for the upperclassmen.
A auburn haired, young woman ran up to the two roommates, her dragonfly- like wings shimmering in the winter sunlight, and very happily pounded Kurama on the shoulder.
"Alright, Minamono! It's amazing you managed to get the last question. Y'know, about the affects a Siren has on its prey..."
The redhead smiled, although it was slightly strained since his arm stung quite a bit, and turned onto the paved path that lead to the main campus. "Yes, well, it wasn't really that hard..."
"Oh, don't be so modest!" Aki, as usual, was optimistic and overly enthusiastic, and wasted no time in trying to spread around her seemingly endless cheer. A small, brown-haired head caught her eye in a group of younger students walking by, and she squealed before running up to the head's owner.
"Rinku-chan! I didn't think Suzuka would be able to get you enrolled so quickly!" Lyra and Kurama, recognizing the name, sorted their way through the crowd, just in time to see the foliage fairy hugging the poor little youkai boy to death. Sweatdropping, Lyra murmured, "Is it just me, or am I missing something here..?"
"...It's not just you."
They watched for a moment more as Rinku managed to wriggle free of Aki's crushing hug and, after gasping for air as the happy-go-lucky fairy apologized, waved to the two. "I-I started school here... looked like fun. She's my roommate." Aki nodded, holding her fingers in a victory sign. "Yep! He moved in during winter break. Have you met him before?"
"You could say we have." Lyra shyly smiled. Sometimes, Aki could be intimidating; not that she meant to, it was just her outgoing nature. "Really? Wow! Small world, isn't it?"
All three students stared at the fairy, who had seemingly fluttered off to go hug another unsuspecting acquaintance to death. Shrugging in unison, Kurama and Lyra parted ways with Rinku before rushing off to their next class.
Hiding behind a fire escape, a certain blond-haired beauty smugly smirked and checked her watch. One thirty. Just five more hours until the fox was hers - and this time, she had brought some friends.
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KKC: Yes, it's more of a filler chapter than anything, but at least I got it up before the weekend. Don't worry, Kurama will get kidnapped in the next chapter.
Grimoire: That's all very nice, but back to my question. Who do you care about more? Shit head or me?
KKC: Erm... do I hafta choose?
Grimoire: Yes. *turns to Fangirlitis, who is fiddling around with some wires* What are you doing?
Fangirlitis: *jumps up and hastily stuffs wires back behind computer desk* Who, me? I just wander around from room to room.
KKC: *eyes widen, and she rushes to her PC* Wha-what did you do to it?!
Fangirlitis: Nothing! Honestly!
Grimoire: Oh, like you're honest.
KKC: Children, shut it. *sighs* well, until I can figure out what damage Fangirlitis did to my computer-
Fangirlitis: I didn't do anything! I swear!
Grimoire: Yes, you do: often.
KKC: -Review. I'll update soon.
Fangirlitis: Keep interrupting and I'll stick that tail of yours where the sun don't shine!
Grimoire: Bring it on, you socially-inept excuse for a writer!
*Both sister and muse charge at each other and start trying to strangle the other*
KKC: *Watching Grim and Fangirlitis as they wreak havoc to her room* -.-* sometimes I wish I could just disown myself.
Quote of the week: "Let's see... if it wasn't for you, Jak, I wouldn't be two feet tall, fuzzy, and running around the sewers without pants. ...God I miss pants..." -Daxter, from Jak 2 (God, I love that game...)
KKC: *starry-eyed* Wow... so many reviews... Now we can finally get back on track with our weekly updates! And I'm thinking of throwing in a "Wheel of Torture" scenario sooner or later.
Grimoire: If you're going to torture a character, roast Atauro. I want his head!
KKC: Wha? What happened between you two?
Grimoire: just an ...argument.
KKC: -.- What'd you do this time?
Grimoire: *off handedly* Hey, KKC?
KKC: What?
Grimoire: Who do you love more, me or the bird?
KKC: o.0 WHAAAT?!
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Back to school, a time we all dread, no matter what age we may be. Although it wasn't too much of a winter break (well, what do YOU think?), the time spent out of school seemed to pass so quickly, and it seemed that they had just gotten out of school the Friday before. But here they were, standing outside and waiting for their first period classes, trying their best to stay warm in the ten-degree weather. Ever since New Year's Eve, the weather had given in to a cold snap, the main reason they hadn't gone out to town on New Year's.
Yusuke, Rogerik, and Lyonell stood outside the doors of Ryo's large tower classroom. Word was, Michealangelo had come to terms with Felicia, the young ghost that had haunted the elf's room just two weeks before, and the tower was ready for use. It was a pity, really; Yusuke had been hoping the Latin test Ryo had scheduled on the day of their return would be canceled.
"Hey, am I late?" A voice called out behind the three boys, as Justin St.Pierre trotted up to wait with the rest of the class. The teenage boy had gotten a tan over the summer, and his dirty-blond hair had lightened a shade during the winter break. He ran up, grinning, to his three friends, all of which were trying to keep themselves warm in the unbearable cold. "Glad to see you had a nice vacation." Lyonell growled, his tawny-colored cat's ears flicked back and golden-furred tail twitching in annoyance. Rogerik, his leather pilot's jacket wrapped tight around his shivering frame, merely glared; his dark gray eyes reflecting something a little short of jealousy. It was Yusuke, though, who sarcastically asked the big question.
"And where were you during the winter break?"
Justin nervously chuckled and backed away from the spirit detective, his backpack slipping off of his shoulder a little. This was one of those times where you had to choose your words reeeaaally carefully, unless you wanted to explore the bottom of the pond in a pair of cement shoes. Unfortunately for poor Justin, a slip of paper fell from an open pocket on his bag, and landed on a frozen puddle of ice right by Lyonell's paw. Reaching down, his pupils not much more than slits, the demon twin murmured, "Well what's this..?"
The paper was fairly stiff, and the front was blank, except for a slew of seven-digit numbers hastily written in pen. Flipping it over, the cat demon's green eyes widened in surprise and he could only stare. It was a photograph.
Well, not just any photograph. Y'see, this one had Justin flipping a victory sign on a tropical beach, not that there was anything wrong with that, but crowded around was a group of full-figured, lusty, bikini-clad women; not one or two, but six.
The three boys merely stared at the photo, eyes bugging out of their heads, and Justin meekly tried to sneak away before they snapped out of la-la-land and decided to wring his neck. The teenager whipped around, prepared to run at full speed away from his companions - far away - but one sharp claw hooked onto the back of his hooded sweatshirt and yanked him back, bringing Justin face to face with the three other students.
"Care to explain, Justin?" the photo was shoved in his face, hanging from the fingers of a very annoyed Yusuke.
"I, uh... went to St. Marten with my family for Christmas vacation! Seriously!" Justin brought up his arms, defending his face, hoping Yusuke would buy his alibi. There was no time to contemplate this new bit of information; however, as the thick steel door swung open, allowing passage out from the bitter January cold. No one lingered outside, every single student out of the class of twenty swarmed inside, each hurrying up the tower staircase.
It wasn't much warmer inside; icicles were formed on the banister and they could easily see their breath. Ice coated the stone walls, thankfully the stairs were clear of the frozen liquid, and it grew progressively warmer as they continued their ascent. Yusuke, Rogerik, Lyonell, and Justin were the last ones in; the door slamming shut behind them, and scuttled to their desks.
The class was silent for a moment or two, but quickly escalated into idle chatter. Lyonell glanced around the room for any staff, just in case, and skittered over to Yusuke, Justin, and Rogerik's desks. He barely managed to make it half-way when the door slammed open, the sound of metal on stone reverberating throughout the entire room, and a freezing gust of wind roared inside, causing the Kelpie and swan skeleton to swing from their ceiling hooks and chilling any students that happened to come into contact with the draft. Snow whirled around, kicking up in the wind and finally coming to rest at the feet of the stranger that stood in the doorway.
The door quickly shut behind the man as he stepped inside, as he unzipped his leather jacket and slid the bandanna that had been covering the lower half of his face down. Taking off the aged jacket, he flopped it over the back of Ryo's comfortable computer chair and strode to the far side of the room, where he turned up the thermostat. The heaters located by the windows roared to life, and the temperature in the room almost instantly escalated. Everyone was silent; this stranger seemed intimidating despite his lean frame, long hair (which was tied up in a ponytail), and dark, almost black, eyes.
The chains attached to the belt of his jeans jangled with every step of his booted feet as he strode down the aisle, back to the front of the room. It was timid little Elaine that broke the awkward silence. "Er, sir? May I ask... what is delaying professor Ryo?" Elaine was never very loud, her small delicate frame not able to produce such noise, and she shyly hid behind Justin, who sat in front of her, trying to hide her translucent fairy's wings at the same time. The stranger turned towards the small fairy, his hard, dark eyes softening a tad, and stiffly replied, "Ryo has some business to attend to. I believe you have heard about the ghost, Felicia, haunting him and his classroom?"
Elaine, sensing the stranger meant no harm and was most likely their substitute, merely nodded.
"Good. I was asked to exorcise the spirit, but she refused to peacefully leave this world until your teacher had performed a favor for her."
It took a moment for this to sink into Yusuke's head, which was still rather foggy from the cold, but Rogerik caught on right away. His gray- green eyes widened and the thief muttered, "So you're Laird Michealangelo..."
"Hm? Disappointed, boy?" It had seemed Michealangelo had heard the comment, which wasn't too hard to figure out since he had been literally standing next to the boys in order to hear Elaine. The rogue jumped a little in surprise, then furiously tried to backpedal.
"Uh, er... no, no... Nothing like that, sir."
While his roommate was busy talking to the substitute, Yusuke finally manage to get a grasp on the situation. But a favor for Felicia? Having met the elf's fangirl before, something told Yusuke that Ryo had asked for more than he could chew. Still, it wouldn't hurt to know what the ghost's last wish was.
"Sir, exactly what did Felicia ask?"
"Nothing much; just a date with Ryo."
Michealangelo smirked, knowing full well that this would happen; the class had exploded into laughter. He allowed it to continue for a minute or two, since the idea was actually quite entertaining, but loudly slammed his palm on Ryo's desk, sending papers and a paper coffee cup flying, in order to get the class' attention.
Everyone jumped, surprised by the sudden noise, and meekly turned back towards the teacher, who had comfortably set himself behind Ryo's desk, feet propped up on the cluttered piece of furniture, and was now thumbing through the book-pages in Ryo's schedule book. "Alright, every one. Ryo assigned you numbers one through fifty-six, pages 459-463. Get to work." There was a collective sigh from almost every student, but the thick textbooks were dutifully dragged out, and pages rustled as each classmate turned to their assignment. Soon, nothing was heard except the scratching of pens on paper, and the necromancer, after shooting a quick glance or two at his charges, pulled out a thick, leather-bound book from somewhere in Ryo's mess of a desk and began to read.
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"Lark, it shouldn't take you a full fifteen minutes just to find one paper," Chrysanthemum drawled, her green eyes half-closed in boredom and her tawny gold tail flicking back and forth. The water manipulator grumbled something incomprehensible - knowing her, it was probably a dazzling array of colorful language. There was a muffled cry of "Aha!" and Lark pulled something out from the depths of her backpack. Her cat companion visibly perked up, asking, "Did you find your homework?"
"No, but I found the missing page of that violin music I was looking for!"
"Stay on track." Chrysanthemum rolled her slitted eyes, looking for something to focus her attention on until the teacher for her new advanced English class arrived. It was a fairly new class, opened to honor students after winter break; the old teacher of the program, however, had recently retired, leaving Givanni no choice but to find a suitable replacement.
The demon-twin's acute hearing could pick up the sound of someone striding down the hall of the brick building, her tufted ears flicking back as the doorknob turned and slowly creaked open. At first, Chrysanthemum boredly continued her search around the fairly empty classroom, until her eyes rested on the man that stepped inside.
He couldn't have been older than eighteen or nineteen, and was fairly slim; black bangs partially covering his pale face. What set him aside from most men, however, was the lithe, pitch-black tail that twitched behind him, and sharply erect, silky black, cats ears. His eyes were almost covered by his dark hair; it was so black there were faint blue and purple highlights when the dim lights hit it the right way, and were equally as dark-tinted as his fur.
As the young teacher placed his bag on the clear and empty desk, all that went through the young student's mind was, 'God, am I lucky or what?' Chrysanthemum's silent reverie was rudely interrupted when, finally finding her lost homework (it had even been placed in a bright yellow folder with the words "do not lose this" in black sharpie on the cover), Lark went to sit upright in her seat and whacked her head on the bottom of her desk. Lark yelped in pain, her head throbbing, and shot up straight in her seat. Her folder with her formerly lost homework fell back to the floor, where a clawed hand picked it up and place it on her desk.
"I believe this belongs to you, ladies?" the voice was as silky and smooth as the ebony ears atop the speaker's head, and both students dumbly nodded. Lark, more surprised than awed (unlike the daydreaming cat demon next to her), merely took the paper from her teacher's hand and continued to stare as he crossed to the front of the room and wrote his name on the white board in black marker.
Shikyo.
And so, that one name marked the beginning of Chrysanthemum's entrance into the world of men and crushes.
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"And remember, we have a test on Friday, so I suggest you all study your elemental spirits before then. Have a good day." Ms. Hisagawa smiled as the bell rang and her class of twelve students filed out the door of her cottage classroom; Lyra and Kurama among them. It had been pure luck they had managed to get into this class, even with their high grades, as it was usually reserved for the upperclassmen.
A auburn haired, young woman ran up to the two roommates, her dragonfly- like wings shimmering in the winter sunlight, and very happily pounded Kurama on the shoulder.
"Alright, Minamono! It's amazing you managed to get the last question. Y'know, about the affects a Siren has on its prey..."
The redhead smiled, although it was slightly strained since his arm stung quite a bit, and turned onto the paved path that lead to the main campus. "Yes, well, it wasn't really that hard..."
"Oh, don't be so modest!" Aki, as usual, was optimistic and overly enthusiastic, and wasted no time in trying to spread around her seemingly endless cheer. A small, brown-haired head caught her eye in a group of younger students walking by, and she squealed before running up to the head's owner.
"Rinku-chan! I didn't think Suzuka would be able to get you enrolled so quickly!" Lyra and Kurama, recognizing the name, sorted their way through the crowd, just in time to see the foliage fairy hugging the poor little youkai boy to death. Sweatdropping, Lyra murmured, "Is it just me, or am I missing something here..?"
"...It's not just you."
They watched for a moment more as Rinku managed to wriggle free of Aki's crushing hug and, after gasping for air as the happy-go-lucky fairy apologized, waved to the two. "I-I started school here... looked like fun. She's my roommate." Aki nodded, holding her fingers in a victory sign. "Yep! He moved in during winter break. Have you met him before?"
"You could say we have." Lyra shyly smiled. Sometimes, Aki could be intimidating; not that she meant to, it was just her outgoing nature. "Really? Wow! Small world, isn't it?"
All three students stared at the fairy, who had seemingly fluttered off to go hug another unsuspecting acquaintance to death. Shrugging in unison, Kurama and Lyra parted ways with Rinku before rushing off to their next class.
Hiding behind a fire escape, a certain blond-haired beauty smugly smirked and checked her watch. One thirty. Just five more hours until the fox was hers - and this time, she had brought some friends.
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KKC: Yes, it's more of a filler chapter than anything, but at least I got it up before the weekend. Don't worry, Kurama will get kidnapped in the next chapter.
Grimoire: That's all very nice, but back to my question. Who do you care about more? Shit head or me?
KKC: Erm... do I hafta choose?
Grimoire: Yes. *turns to Fangirlitis, who is fiddling around with some wires* What are you doing?
Fangirlitis: *jumps up and hastily stuffs wires back behind computer desk* Who, me? I just wander around from room to room.
KKC: *eyes widen, and she rushes to her PC* Wha-what did you do to it?!
Fangirlitis: Nothing! Honestly!
Grimoire: Oh, like you're honest.
KKC: Children, shut it. *sighs* well, until I can figure out what damage Fangirlitis did to my computer-
Fangirlitis: I didn't do anything! I swear!
Grimoire: Yes, you do: often.
KKC: -Review. I'll update soon.
Fangirlitis: Keep interrupting and I'll stick that tail of yours where the sun don't shine!
Grimoire: Bring it on, you socially-inept excuse for a writer!
*Both sister and muse charge at each other and start trying to strangle the other*
KKC: *Watching Grim and Fangirlitis as they wreak havoc to her room* -.-* sometimes I wish I could just disown myself.