Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, cay?
AN: Sorry this is so late. School is... nuts.
Chapter Four
(Kurama's POV.)
I just did something I never, never thought I would have to do.
I... I... I...
Alright. I'll clam down and just tell you what I did
I... transferred out of honors.
( Shana's POV)
If I didn't know any better, I'd say that he was stalking me. Then again, I do know better and I still say that he's stalking me. I'm not particularly upset, though. I mean, come on. Someone who looks like that can stalk me any day.
Anyways, Kurama has showed up in all of my classes today. And I mean, all of them. Keiko has been in a bunch too, but I mean... all of them. The other people are all lounging around in the halls. Kuwabara and Yusuke have been cutting classes most of the time. They're not... the brightest crayons in the boxes, and now that they're a year behind they're completely lost.
He's sitting in the desk next to me. Jesus, this guy is really smart. Every answer so far he's gotten. I mean, I can sense Keiko's thoughts too and she's also pretty brilliant but this guy is just a freaking genius. Can he get any more perfect?
I... didn't... just... think... that... I can sense my cheeks growing pink. I rest my head on my desk so no one can see.
Sometimes I'm really glad it's me reading the minds and not the other way around. Very, very glad.
The bell rings and I exit the room. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see Keiko's smiling face. Jeez, this girl is happy. Almost frighteningly so.
"Hey Shana! I was wondering if you wanted to sleep over at my house tonight?" She asks me, grinning. Her intentions are only good, I can tell. That's the sort of nice thing about being psychic. Phonies are very, very easy to see through.
"Sure." I smile a little bit. I haven't been over to someone's house in a very, very long time. Not since I was little and no one could put together the pieces of my ability.
"You can borrow some clothes and stuff from me, kay?" I'm following her down the hall. She seems to know where she is going.
"Yo Keiko!" Yusuke calls from the other side of the hall. He's leaning against the wall casually staring at Keiko. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah! Shana's coming with us." Keiko calls back.
"Go where?" I ask, an eyebrow raised.
"Well, he usually walks me home." Keiko answers.
"And he's not your boyfriend." I ask disbelief filling my voice. I can feel her panic a little.
"No. We're just friends."
"And he walks you home."
"Yes."
"..."
"Are you sure he's not your boyfriend?"
"I can hear you ya know." Yusuke calls. His face, as well as Keiko's is very pink. I try to refrain from laughing. Can you say denial?
The majority of the walk to Keiko's house is silent, with the occasional interruption of Keiko awkwardly trying to make conversation and failing miserably. I entertain myself by reading listening in on their thoughts. Their both mulling over what I asked Keiko. Both of them are trying to reassure themselves that they don't have feeling for the other while actually having them.
People make me laugh.
We finally arrive at Keiko's house.
"I'll... uh... see you guys tomorrow." Yusuke says, and walks off very quickly. Hah. Being inside of the mind of a teenage boy never ceases to entertain me. They're so awkward. And they seriously do think about sex every fifteen seconds. That's why it's dangerous to go into some guy's minds. They think dirty.
We both enter Keiko's house. It's a nice house, pretty non-descript. Very, very neat. I get the feeling that Keiko is probably pretty anal about that kind of thing. Her room is immaculate. It's so spotless I start to wonder whether there are any germs within these walls. (AN: I have no idea what Keiko's room looks like. This is what I picture it as, though.)
We both plop down our book bags on the floor.
"Hey, do you want to change out of your school uniform?" Keiko asks. It's a pretty good idea. The school uniforms, while looking pretty cute, aren't all too comfortable. I prefer pants to skirts anyways.
"You can change in the bathroom down the hall. I'll change in here, alright?" She beams at me. So... happy...
I trot down to the bathroom that she directed me to. Halfway through changing, I hear- well, over think, something very distressing.
You wouldn't know if you haven't heard it, but someone thinking only one thing very strongly is like a mental shout. Sometimes it sort of hurts your head. I am on the verge of doubling over, the racket in my brain is so loud.
Holy crap... she's undressing!
I get off the floor and start listening closer.
What do I do... what do I do? Should I look or not?
If at all possible, the voice is actually getting louder. I close my eyes and try to locate where it's coming from.
She's gonna kill me if she finds out about this...
It feels like it's right outside of Keiko's bedroom.
Uh-oh.
I tear out of the bathroom, still in my school top and jeans. Sprinting down the hall, I rip open Keiko's door. She's bending over to reach for her tee-shirt and is in only a bra.
What's Shana doing? The mental voice sounds oddly familiar. And whoever it is knows my name. Wait a second...
"Shana?" She asks, looking at me strangely.
"Keiko I need to talk to you outside in the hall." I hiss. "It's sort of important."
She must sense the urgency in my eyes and follows me outside. I close the door behind her.
What are they doing?
"Keiko, someone's spying on you from outside your window."
"What?" Keiko asks, looking aghast.
"And I think that it's Yusuke." I add, noticing her look has gone from horror to anger so intense that I feel like it should start thundering outside. What happened to the happy? I recommend not getting this girl angry. Several things are going through Keiko's head right now. Several of them involve flamethrowers. I guess she's happy so much when she's angry she's really angry.
"Come on Shana. We're going to the back yard." She is smiling in a way that I think must be very, very bad for Yusuke.
Keiko has stopped in the kitchen to grab a book of matches. Her brown eyes are shinning evilly.
"Whoever is up my tree better explain what they're doing there."
"Um... there's no one up here." A voice calls from the branches. "You're going insane."
"Then no one won't mind if I burn down this tree, huh? And if there's no one up there, who's talking to me?" Keiko says, striking a match with a dangerous maniacal gleam in her eye.
"I... uh... am the spirit of this tree. Uh. Yeah. I am a very wise and ancient tree. I wouldn't appreciate being burned down. Really. That's not cool. Only you can help prevent forest fires, says Smokey the bear."
"I think I've been transported into a public service announcement." I groan.
"The spirit of the tree says that you can put out the match now." Squeaks the "spirit of the tree."
"Theoretically, if there was someone in you, oh spirit of the tree, what would they be doing up there?"
"They'd be assigned to protect Shana."
"What?"
"We- I mean, whoever he was working with were taking shifts and it was his turn. He certainly didn't mean to see anyone undressing. He would also like to add that Keiko has a pretty banging body-"
"THAT'S IT THIS TREE IS GOING DOWN!" Shreiks Keiko, running at the tree with a lit match. I have to hold her back by both arms.
"Yusuke-spirit of the tree- whoever, I really recommend apologizing to her. Quickly. I can't hold her back much longer."
"YUSUKE YOU BASTARD GET DOWN HERE SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS!" Keiko yells. Yusuke very hesitantly jumps down from the tree, backing nervously away from the rabid looking girl.
"Um... heh... sorry about that Keiko." Yusuke laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "You know I was just kidding about all that right?" Keiko seems to calm down marginally.
"Well, you better have enjoyed what you saw, cause you're sure as hell never going to see it again you pervert." Keiko scowls. Ouch, that one hurt. I can feel Yusuke inwardly wilt.
"Oh come on Keiko. Don't be such a tight ass. I'll tell you what. Next time you'll watch me undress, alright?"
Keiko's left eye twitches. Her mind is filled right now with verrry interesting images. She turns bright red.
"I am going to kill you and feed your remains to the dogs." Her voice is dangerously, dangerously low. I let her go before she rips away from me and she is on top of Yusuke, beating the howling boy with merciless fists.
"And they say they're not a couple." I laugh under my breath.
AN: Well this one was longer and had humor! YAY HUMOR! I hope you likey.