When Komiko got home, she immediately went into the bathroom and stripped down to her bra. There were four old scars on her right shoulder, two on each side of her shoulder, all equal distances apart. Normally, they looked like any other scar.
But after anybody touched it, well, after any male touched it, it usually turned black. Komiko really had no idea why, but after Suechi had touched her shoulder, she had felt a leaping inside.
It was as if she had known him before, though she was sure that school was the first time she had ever seen him. But her scars, instead of black, were a bright red. The color was so vibrant, she almost considered telling her mother. But no, the scars had been her secret ever since she had first seen them change color.
And, Komiko wanted to know why Suechi was so familiar to a part of her she couldn't reach.
"So, Kurama, d'you wanna meet at the usual spot?" Yusuke sounded bored over the phone. Kurama smiled to himself.
"Sure. As long as we don't have to pick fights with every adolescent we meet on the way to the soda shop."
"You're no fun, Kurama." Yusuke complained. "You'll fight demons, but not wimpy little eighth graders?!"
"I already had a fight. Yesterday." Kurama glanced at his bedroom door, making sure his mother wasn't within hearing distance.
"Oh? With who?"
"Ironically, the golden boy in my school. He was bothering a classmate of mine, so I felt as though I needed to step in."
"Was this classmate a girl by any chance?"
"Yes. Komiko Ishitono. Why?"
"Is she cute?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Yusuke laughed. "I know you, Kurama. You wouldn't step into a fight unless you had an excellent reason. And unless your golden boy was a demon, I think you just wanted to help a pretty piece of flesh."
"Yusuke, this conversation puts into light everything Hiei has ever said about your intelligence. I'm starting to believe it lacks something." Kurama said lightly. But inside, he felt anger welling up at his tactless friend. Was Yusuke accusing him of being untrue to Emiko?!
"What, you would get into a fight, just for fun? That is very weird for you." Yusuke sounded as though he was holding back another bout of laughter.
"Maybe, I'm not a shallow fool, and I saw someone who needed help." Kurama said. "I'll meet you and the others at the soda shop, right?"
"Right. Later."
Yusuke hung up, and Kurama replaced the phone in its cradle. Slipping on his shoes, Kurama called goodbye to his mother and strolled outside.
The walk to the soda shop wasn't a long one, and Kurama reached it just as Yusuke and Kuwabara walked up. Hiei was already inside, sitting down and eyeing the few other chattering teens in the shop with utter distaste.
"What's the big hurry to have a meeting?" Hiei said as they sat down.
"Can't we just meet to hang out once and awhile?" Kuwabara hailed a waitress.
The soda shop they were in was one of those places where all the servers wore roller-skates and the cooks bellowed out oldies from the back on the hour. A waitress saw Kuwabara's hand and skated over. Kurama flipped open his menu, even though they always got the same vanilla shakes and the same platter of French fries every time they went here.
Yusuke and Kuwabara eyed the waitress appreciatively as she skated to a halt in front of their table. All of the waitress' uniforms consisted of short pink pleated skirts, with pink matching blouses. Little white aprons reached to the end of the skirts, the whole ensemble not hiding the servers' good figures. Their waitress was no exception.
"How can I help you boys today?" She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out an order pad. Kurama looked up at her familiar voice.
"Komiko?"
"Suechi!"
Yusuke from Kurama to Komiko. "You two know each other?"
Kurama nodded. "She goes to my school." He turned back to Komiko, and couldn't help but notice her blouse was sleeveless, revealing a small scar on her right shoulder, the only imperfection in her otherwise smooth skin. "I've been here often, but this is the first time I've seen you."
Komiko smiled. "I applied here two weeks ago, and yesterday was my first day."
Kurama returned the smile warmly. "Congratulations. And hey, consider us your first regulars."
Yusuke exchanged a smirk with Hiei and Kuwabara. Kurama had said he would never become attracted to any person except his long lost lover, the vixen demon Emiko. But this pretty Komiko was proving him a liar!
"Thanks, Suechi." Komiko smiled again, and then raised her pen and paper. "So, what'll it be?"
"Four vanilla milkshakes and a platter of fries, please." Yusuke said automatically, and the four handed Komiko their menus.
"Comin' up!" Komiko winked at Kurama, then skated off to the kitchens.
"So, anyways-" Kurama started.
"Shh!" Kuwabara hissed. "Watch her! Y'can see under her skirt every other skate!"
Yusuke whacked his friend on the back of the head. "Pervert! Don't go checken' out Kurama's bishojou like that!"
"MY bishojou?" Kurama's voice was flat. "You must be joking."
"We all saw you, you have her checked out to the finest detail!" Yusuke slapped the tabletop to emphasize his point.
"Speaking of which, isn't that a weird place to have a scar, on her shoulder like that?" Kuwabara leaned back.
"Yusuke, you see, it wasn't me who was admiring Komiko, it was Kuwabara." Kurama said, irritated. "Now either you have a reason for this meeting or it's simply a waste of time."
"Touchy, touchy." Kuwabara smirked. "Pick on the man's lady and he shows his teeth."
Kurama realized just how ridiculous he was sounding. "My apologies. Just with all of the recent.... events, the topic of my love life or lack there of is a little aggravating."
Yusuke grinned. "We'll stop, but here she comes!"
Komiko skated over with their shakes and French fries, ending their conversation, much to Kurama's relief.
But after anybody touched it, well, after any male touched it, it usually turned black. Komiko really had no idea why, but after Suechi had touched her shoulder, she had felt a leaping inside.
It was as if she had known him before, though she was sure that school was the first time she had ever seen him. But her scars, instead of black, were a bright red. The color was so vibrant, she almost considered telling her mother. But no, the scars had been her secret ever since she had first seen them change color.
And, Komiko wanted to know why Suechi was so familiar to a part of her she couldn't reach.
"So, Kurama, d'you wanna meet at the usual spot?" Yusuke sounded bored over the phone. Kurama smiled to himself.
"Sure. As long as we don't have to pick fights with every adolescent we meet on the way to the soda shop."
"You're no fun, Kurama." Yusuke complained. "You'll fight demons, but not wimpy little eighth graders?!"
"I already had a fight. Yesterday." Kurama glanced at his bedroom door, making sure his mother wasn't within hearing distance.
"Oh? With who?"
"Ironically, the golden boy in my school. He was bothering a classmate of mine, so I felt as though I needed to step in."
"Was this classmate a girl by any chance?"
"Yes. Komiko Ishitono. Why?"
"Is she cute?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Yusuke laughed. "I know you, Kurama. You wouldn't step into a fight unless you had an excellent reason. And unless your golden boy was a demon, I think you just wanted to help a pretty piece of flesh."
"Yusuke, this conversation puts into light everything Hiei has ever said about your intelligence. I'm starting to believe it lacks something." Kurama said lightly. But inside, he felt anger welling up at his tactless friend. Was Yusuke accusing him of being untrue to Emiko?!
"What, you would get into a fight, just for fun? That is very weird for you." Yusuke sounded as though he was holding back another bout of laughter.
"Maybe, I'm not a shallow fool, and I saw someone who needed help." Kurama said. "I'll meet you and the others at the soda shop, right?"
"Right. Later."
Yusuke hung up, and Kurama replaced the phone in its cradle. Slipping on his shoes, Kurama called goodbye to his mother and strolled outside.
The walk to the soda shop wasn't a long one, and Kurama reached it just as Yusuke and Kuwabara walked up. Hiei was already inside, sitting down and eyeing the few other chattering teens in the shop with utter distaste.
"What's the big hurry to have a meeting?" Hiei said as they sat down.
"Can't we just meet to hang out once and awhile?" Kuwabara hailed a waitress.
The soda shop they were in was one of those places where all the servers wore roller-skates and the cooks bellowed out oldies from the back on the hour. A waitress saw Kuwabara's hand and skated over. Kurama flipped open his menu, even though they always got the same vanilla shakes and the same platter of French fries every time they went here.
Yusuke and Kuwabara eyed the waitress appreciatively as she skated to a halt in front of their table. All of the waitress' uniforms consisted of short pink pleated skirts, with pink matching blouses. Little white aprons reached to the end of the skirts, the whole ensemble not hiding the servers' good figures. Their waitress was no exception.
"How can I help you boys today?" She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out an order pad. Kurama looked up at her familiar voice.
"Komiko?"
"Suechi!"
Yusuke from Kurama to Komiko. "You two know each other?"
Kurama nodded. "She goes to my school." He turned back to Komiko, and couldn't help but notice her blouse was sleeveless, revealing a small scar on her right shoulder, the only imperfection in her otherwise smooth skin. "I've been here often, but this is the first time I've seen you."
Komiko smiled. "I applied here two weeks ago, and yesterday was my first day."
Kurama returned the smile warmly. "Congratulations. And hey, consider us your first regulars."
Yusuke exchanged a smirk with Hiei and Kuwabara. Kurama had said he would never become attracted to any person except his long lost lover, the vixen demon Emiko. But this pretty Komiko was proving him a liar!
"Thanks, Suechi." Komiko smiled again, and then raised her pen and paper. "So, what'll it be?"
"Four vanilla milkshakes and a platter of fries, please." Yusuke said automatically, and the four handed Komiko their menus.
"Comin' up!" Komiko winked at Kurama, then skated off to the kitchens.
"So, anyways-" Kurama started.
"Shh!" Kuwabara hissed. "Watch her! Y'can see under her skirt every other skate!"
Yusuke whacked his friend on the back of the head. "Pervert! Don't go checken' out Kurama's bishojou like that!"
"MY bishojou?" Kurama's voice was flat. "You must be joking."
"We all saw you, you have her checked out to the finest detail!" Yusuke slapped the tabletop to emphasize his point.
"Speaking of which, isn't that a weird place to have a scar, on her shoulder like that?" Kuwabara leaned back.
"Yusuke, you see, it wasn't me who was admiring Komiko, it was Kuwabara." Kurama said, irritated. "Now either you have a reason for this meeting or it's simply a waste of time."
"Touchy, touchy." Kuwabara smirked. "Pick on the man's lady and he shows his teeth."
Kurama realized just how ridiculous he was sounding. "My apologies. Just with all of the recent.... events, the topic of my love life or lack there of is a little aggravating."
Yusuke grinned. "We'll stop, but here she comes!"
Komiko skated over with their shakes and French fries, ending their conversation, much to Kurama's relief.