Hey! Authoress here.
*Resounding cry of "FINALLY!" and thrown tomatoes.*
*dodges tomatoes*
ANYWAYS, I'm sorry of the long absence. I got an extreame case of Writer's Block-its. It was terrible. I hardly survived. *show-songs that have been hammered into head start pouring out of mouth*
*sweatdrops* My computer keys had actual DUST on them...
*hastily dusts keyboard*
GothKat: ON WITH THE CHAPTER, ALREADY!!
O.o... Fine...geeze...*mumbles* Stupid cat... Kat... cat...whatever..
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"Hello?" An unfamiliar male voice called. Emiko and Kurama, both fully dressed and resting in one another's arms, sprang to their feet.
"Hello?" Kurama called back.
"I heard yelling. You okay?"
"Yeah," Kurama grinned at Emiko, who suppressed her giggles. "My girlfriend just saw a bug on my shoulder."
"It was disgusting!" Emiko called out sweetly.
"Okay, as long as you guys are okay."
"Thanks, mister!" Kurama called back, and he turned to Emiko. Kissing her sweetly, he breathed deep. "We should get going."
"Right. Until we meet again." Emiko briefly touched his cheek, and they both turned and went their different directions.
* * *
Yusuke lounged dispiritedly in their regular booth. Kuwabara hadn't arrived yet, and Hiei had said he was going to be late. And Kurama hadn't been home when he had called.
Yusuke flipped out the battered cell phone again, and pressed Redial. The other line rang five times, and Kaiko's over-cheery voice answered on the machine.
"Hey, this is Kaiko! I'm not available right now, please leave me a message, and I'll get back to you! Bye!"
Yusuke hesitated, then spoke. "Kaiko, this is Yusuke. I was thinkin' we should do something soon, so uh, call me, okay?"
He pressed Off with his thumb. Ever since Friday, Kaiko had pretty much been avoiding him, even though he wanted to tell her about the demon embassy trip. She usually was interested. but things had been off lately ever since the Dark Tournament.
The bell over the door clanged, and he looked up to see a frantic-looking Komiko enter, hurriedly tying her apron on, skates slung over one shoulder.
"Komiko! You're almost a half an hour late!" Another waitress whom Yusuke recognized as a girl from his school, Kiamo, hissed. "What's the deal?!"
Komiko gave a smile as she sat down in a booth to put on her skates. "Would you believe me if I said I was late because of a guy?"
Kiamo put her hands on her hips. "Ooh, you're so lucky I'm the only one on right now! If Mr. Kiyasuski knew you were late he'd-" Kiamo cut herself off with a sigh. Komiko was obviously not listening. "Okay, tell me about this guy."
"He's got this gorgeous head of dark red hair, these bottomless green eyes-"
Yusuke immediately started eavesdropping harder. Was she talking about Kurama?!
"-and I'm so in love!"
Kiamo opened her mouth to say something, then abruptly plucked something out of Komiko's hair. "Girl, what's this?"
Komiko gasped as she saw that Kiamo was holding up a leaf. "Uh...it's not what you think! I was...sort of spying on him. I was in a tree.."
"Right. Just hurry up!" Kiamo flicked the leaf away. "I promise I won't say a word."
"Thank you!" Komiko squealed, then skated into the back room. The bell above the door sounded again, and Kuwabara lumbered inside.
"Hey man." Yusuke moved over so Kuwabra could sit down.
"Hey. I saw Kurama on his way. He should be here soon." Kuwabara flipped open the menu out of habit.
"Did Kurama look...different, at all?" Yusuke asked casually.
"No. Well, he was singing."
"Singing?!"
"Yeah..I didn't know what a good voice that kid has." Kuwabara raised his hand to hail a waitress. "Nope, he was just beltin' out a song."
"Kurama never sings." Yusuke couldn't help but smile. The thought of the cool and reserved demon singing in the middle of public was almost too much to handle.
"Hey, Yusuke, Kazuma." Komiko skated up to them, beaming widely. "Just the two of you today?"
Yusuke raised an eyebrow. "You got a problem with that?"
Komiko stared down at him, her expression equally icy. "Why do you ask?"
Yusuke laughed, and put up his hands to show he was merely sparring. "Jus' jokin' with ya. No, Suechi and Hiei are comin' too. We'll have the regular."
He paused, the tinkle of the bell over the door interrupting him. Kurama, followed shortly by Hiei, entered. When Kurama spotted Komiko, a slow smile slid onto his face, his eyes rounding slightly as a secret feeling welled up inside them. "Hey, Miko."
"Heya." A flirtatious flip of her hair was all Yusuke needed to know.
"'Scuse me..." Yusuke handed her the menus resolutely. "Wouldn't want you t'forget these."
She took them, swinging her gaze back to him. "Thanks, Yusuke. I'll be right out."
Yusuke waited until she was sufficiently out of hearing range. "Kurama! What the hell is going on? And don't you dare say nothing."
"I was right." Kurama said breezily, his usual laconic mannor evident. "And now I couldn't be better suited to this body."
"Woah..." Kuwabara looked wildly at Kurama. "Whaddya mean by that?"
"Komiko is...Emiko. My mate. In a human body, like myself." Kurama sat down, and folded his arms. "Why so amazed? She's perfect. How couldn't she be Emiko?"
Yusuke just shook his head. Kwuabara scratched his own head, a befuddled expression not far from his eyes. Hiei noticed and blew out a sigh.
"He and Emiko got reunited. She remembers everything now because I read her mind. Got it?"
Kuwabara shrugged. "Cool."
Kurama just laughed, long and loud.
* * *
Monday morning saw the students busily running around the halls of school. Though now Emiko was fully aware of her lack of normality, she still felt the pressures of school.
|You'd think a fox demon could understand calculus!| Emiko thought grumpily.
Her day was not at all improved by seeing Gui leaning on her locker.
"Komiko." His voice was over-confident and brash, but meant to sound smooth and casual. "Babe."
"Go away." Emiko's voice was equally nonchalant.
"Y'can't be still uptight over last week." Gui soothed. "C'mon, let's put our differences behind us."
"There isn't enough room."
"Huh?" Gui's expression was confused, but it cleared momentarily. "Wanna go out later?"
"No." Emiko opened her locker and shoved her books in.
"You busy?"
"Very."
"When you free?"
"Never." Emiko slammed her locker shut. She looked up as a familar shadow fell across her face. "Kur-...Suechi!"
"Hello, Miko." Kurama gently touched her cheek. "You free tonight?"
"Yes. What do you have in mind?"
"Woah...wait." Gui interrupted. "You said you were busy."
Emiko smiled sagely. "I am busy."
"But...he JUST asked you out!"
"Deal with it." Kurama said. "Now, if you'll excuse me.." He turned, and cupped Emiko's chin in his hand. Tilting her face up towards his, Kurama leaned in, and-
SMASH.
The metal dented under the furious force of Gui's fist as he slammed it into Emiko's locker. Neither Emiko nor Kurama flinched as the noise reverberated around the hall, though many students turned to see the source of the noise. When they saw Gui, breathing heavily and glaring at Kurama, a flurry of whispers flew around, then died to a hush.
"I like Komiko, buddy." Gui whispered harshly. "Now back off."
"You." Kurama replied.
"What?!"
"You." Kurama repeated. "You back off. I believe Komiko already denied you, twice now."
Gui turned half panic-stricken, half livid, to the silent audience behind them. His popularity had slipped a notch when Kurama had first beaten him a week ago, and he didn't want to lose face now. "Bring it on, loser!"
Gui let fly his fist a second time, straight at Kurama's face. A hand flew up to intercept it, the back of it brushing Kurama's nose.
Gui, astonished, looked down the length of his arm to see Emiko holding his fist easily. Kurama looked unperturbed, and was even looked as though he could fall asleep within moments.
"What's wrong?" Emiko's voice was soft and mocking, but the entire audience of students heard her every word. "Can the school's champ boxer not even beat a girl?"
There were titters from the crowd. Gui's arm was shaking with the effort of straining against Emiko's hand, but slowly, she extended her own arm so that Gui was pushed back.
"Fine!" Gui pulled back his fist with enough force to almost unbalance her. "You're not good enough to date me anyways; and I don't fight girls. Or guys so wimpy they have girls do the fighting for them."
He stalked off into the murmuring crowd, who seemed to have agreed with his last statement. Already, his usual fan club of four or more girls had detached themselves from the audience to follow him, all calling his name adoringly.
"That was fun." Emiko commented, the dryness of the fox demons echoing in her voice. "Now, where were we?"
* * *
The school bell had rung, and the halls were quickly emptying. Kurama and Emiko walked out towards his car, chatting amiably about a sort of poison found only in rare plants growing in parts of the Demon World's hottest climates.
"I heard rumors of it last year that when mixed with, oh, your phone." Kurama paused as Emiko's cell phone started to ring insistently.
"Hello? Botan!......Okay.....See you soon." Emiko pressed End, then turned to Kurama. "Meeting in an hour. We get to find Yusuke."
"Let's go." Kurama slipped his arm around hers, reveling in their closeness. The two stepped into the orange Dodge together. The engine roared to life, and the truck backed out of the parking lot.
End Emiko's Story
Start: Yujo Chronicles: Katsuko's Story
Yusuke stared blankly, not seeing what was in front of his eyes, cell phone held up to his ear. "What do you mean?!"
But before he was even finished speaking, the dial tone was sounding in his ears.
* * *
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Authuress: Duh-Duh-Dunnnnn! *In Mr. Movie-Phone voice* Mystery, horror, intrigue, romance and ACTION! *starts singing own theme song* In YUJO CHRONICLES TWO: KATSUKO'S STORY!!
*gets strangled by friends*
Ankara: Don't mind her!
Narrin: Moron. *Calls* anybody got a sock?
Kiamo: For what purpose?
Narrin: *rolls eyes* obviously. To stuff it down her throat.
Katsuko: No! She's advertising MY story! Let her talk!
Kiamo: Ooh...big whoop. Now, when she get's to KIAMO'S story, that'll be something to talk about.
Ankara: Oh, shut up.
Autheress: *Ahem* ANYWAYS...please R&R...(Always good for motivation...O.o)
*Resounding cry of "FINALLY!" and thrown tomatoes.*
*dodges tomatoes*
ANYWAYS, I'm sorry of the long absence. I got an extreame case of Writer's Block-its. It was terrible. I hardly survived. *show-songs that have been hammered into head start pouring out of mouth*
*sweatdrops* My computer keys had actual DUST on them...
*hastily dusts keyboard*
GothKat: ON WITH THE CHAPTER, ALREADY!!
O.o... Fine...geeze...*mumbles* Stupid cat... Kat... cat...whatever..
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"Hello?" An unfamiliar male voice called. Emiko and Kurama, both fully dressed and resting in one another's arms, sprang to their feet.
"Hello?" Kurama called back.
"I heard yelling. You okay?"
"Yeah," Kurama grinned at Emiko, who suppressed her giggles. "My girlfriend just saw a bug on my shoulder."
"It was disgusting!" Emiko called out sweetly.
"Okay, as long as you guys are okay."
"Thanks, mister!" Kurama called back, and he turned to Emiko. Kissing her sweetly, he breathed deep. "We should get going."
"Right. Until we meet again." Emiko briefly touched his cheek, and they both turned and went their different directions.
* * *
Yusuke lounged dispiritedly in their regular booth. Kuwabara hadn't arrived yet, and Hiei had said he was going to be late. And Kurama hadn't been home when he had called.
Yusuke flipped out the battered cell phone again, and pressed Redial. The other line rang five times, and Kaiko's over-cheery voice answered on the machine.
"Hey, this is Kaiko! I'm not available right now, please leave me a message, and I'll get back to you! Bye!"
Yusuke hesitated, then spoke. "Kaiko, this is Yusuke. I was thinkin' we should do something soon, so uh, call me, okay?"
He pressed Off with his thumb. Ever since Friday, Kaiko had pretty much been avoiding him, even though he wanted to tell her about the demon embassy trip. She usually was interested. but things had been off lately ever since the Dark Tournament.
The bell over the door clanged, and he looked up to see a frantic-looking Komiko enter, hurriedly tying her apron on, skates slung over one shoulder.
"Komiko! You're almost a half an hour late!" Another waitress whom Yusuke recognized as a girl from his school, Kiamo, hissed. "What's the deal?!"
Komiko gave a smile as she sat down in a booth to put on her skates. "Would you believe me if I said I was late because of a guy?"
Kiamo put her hands on her hips. "Ooh, you're so lucky I'm the only one on right now! If Mr. Kiyasuski knew you were late he'd-" Kiamo cut herself off with a sigh. Komiko was obviously not listening. "Okay, tell me about this guy."
"He's got this gorgeous head of dark red hair, these bottomless green eyes-"
Yusuke immediately started eavesdropping harder. Was she talking about Kurama?!
"-and I'm so in love!"
Kiamo opened her mouth to say something, then abruptly plucked something out of Komiko's hair. "Girl, what's this?"
Komiko gasped as she saw that Kiamo was holding up a leaf. "Uh...it's not what you think! I was...sort of spying on him. I was in a tree.."
"Right. Just hurry up!" Kiamo flicked the leaf away. "I promise I won't say a word."
"Thank you!" Komiko squealed, then skated into the back room. The bell above the door sounded again, and Kuwabara lumbered inside.
"Hey man." Yusuke moved over so Kuwabra could sit down.
"Hey. I saw Kurama on his way. He should be here soon." Kuwabara flipped open the menu out of habit.
"Did Kurama look...different, at all?" Yusuke asked casually.
"No. Well, he was singing."
"Singing?!"
"Yeah..I didn't know what a good voice that kid has." Kuwabara raised his hand to hail a waitress. "Nope, he was just beltin' out a song."
"Kurama never sings." Yusuke couldn't help but smile. The thought of the cool and reserved demon singing in the middle of public was almost too much to handle.
"Hey, Yusuke, Kazuma." Komiko skated up to them, beaming widely. "Just the two of you today?"
Yusuke raised an eyebrow. "You got a problem with that?"
Komiko stared down at him, her expression equally icy. "Why do you ask?"
Yusuke laughed, and put up his hands to show he was merely sparring. "Jus' jokin' with ya. No, Suechi and Hiei are comin' too. We'll have the regular."
He paused, the tinkle of the bell over the door interrupting him. Kurama, followed shortly by Hiei, entered. When Kurama spotted Komiko, a slow smile slid onto his face, his eyes rounding slightly as a secret feeling welled up inside them. "Hey, Miko."
"Heya." A flirtatious flip of her hair was all Yusuke needed to know.
"'Scuse me..." Yusuke handed her the menus resolutely. "Wouldn't want you t'forget these."
She took them, swinging her gaze back to him. "Thanks, Yusuke. I'll be right out."
Yusuke waited until she was sufficiently out of hearing range. "Kurama! What the hell is going on? And don't you dare say nothing."
"I was right." Kurama said breezily, his usual laconic mannor evident. "And now I couldn't be better suited to this body."
"Woah..." Kuwabara looked wildly at Kurama. "Whaddya mean by that?"
"Komiko is...Emiko. My mate. In a human body, like myself." Kurama sat down, and folded his arms. "Why so amazed? She's perfect. How couldn't she be Emiko?"
Yusuke just shook his head. Kwuabara scratched his own head, a befuddled expression not far from his eyes. Hiei noticed and blew out a sigh.
"He and Emiko got reunited. She remembers everything now because I read her mind. Got it?"
Kuwabara shrugged. "Cool."
Kurama just laughed, long and loud.
* * *
Monday morning saw the students busily running around the halls of school. Though now Emiko was fully aware of her lack of normality, she still felt the pressures of school.
|You'd think a fox demon could understand calculus!| Emiko thought grumpily.
Her day was not at all improved by seeing Gui leaning on her locker.
"Komiko." His voice was over-confident and brash, but meant to sound smooth and casual. "Babe."
"Go away." Emiko's voice was equally nonchalant.
"Y'can't be still uptight over last week." Gui soothed. "C'mon, let's put our differences behind us."
"There isn't enough room."
"Huh?" Gui's expression was confused, but it cleared momentarily. "Wanna go out later?"
"No." Emiko opened her locker and shoved her books in.
"You busy?"
"Very."
"When you free?"
"Never." Emiko slammed her locker shut. She looked up as a familar shadow fell across her face. "Kur-...Suechi!"
"Hello, Miko." Kurama gently touched her cheek. "You free tonight?"
"Yes. What do you have in mind?"
"Woah...wait." Gui interrupted. "You said you were busy."
Emiko smiled sagely. "I am busy."
"But...he JUST asked you out!"
"Deal with it." Kurama said. "Now, if you'll excuse me.." He turned, and cupped Emiko's chin in his hand. Tilting her face up towards his, Kurama leaned in, and-
SMASH.
The metal dented under the furious force of Gui's fist as he slammed it into Emiko's locker. Neither Emiko nor Kurama flinched as the noise reverberated around the hall, though many students turned to see the source of the noise. When they saw Gui, breathing heavily and glaring at Kurama, a flurry of whispers flew around, then died to a hush.
"I like Komiko, buddy." Gui whispered harshly. "Now back off."
"You." Kurama replied.
"What?!"
"You." Kurama repeated. "You back off. I believe Komiko already denied you, twice now."
Gui turned half panic-stricken, half livid, to the silent audience behind them. His popularity had slipped a notch when Kurama had first beaten him a week ago, and he didn't want to lose face now. "Bring it on, loser!"
Gui let fly his fist a second time, straight at Kurama's face. A hand flew up to intercept it, the back of it brushing Kurama's nose.
Gui, astonished, looked down the length of his arm to see Emiko holding his fist easily. Kurama looked unperturbed, and was even looked as though he could fall asleep within moments.
"What's wrong?" Emiko's voice was soft and mocking, but the entire audience of students heard her every word. "Can the school's champ boxer not even beat a girl?"
There were titters from the crowd. Gui's arm was shaking with the effort of straining against Emiko's hand, but slowly, she extended her own arm so that Gui was pushed back.
"Fine!" Gui pulled back his fist with enough force to almost unbalance her. "You're not good enough to date me anyways; and I don't fight girls. Or guys so wimpy they have girls do the fighting for them."
He stalked off into the murmuring crowd, who seemed to have agreed with his last statement. Already, his usual fan club of four or more girls had detached themselves from the audience to follow him, all calling his name adoringly.
"That was fun." Emiko commented, the dryness of the fox demons echoing in her voice. "Now, where were we?"
* * *
The school bell had rung, and the halls were quickly emptying. Kurama and Emiko walked out towards his car, chatting amiably about a sort of poison found only in rare plants growing in parts of the Demon World's hottest climates.
"I heard rumors of it last year that when mixed with, oh, your phone." Kurama paused as Emiko's cell phone started to ring insistently.
"Hello? Botan!......Okay.....See you soon." Emiko pressed End, then turned to Kurama. "Meeting in an hour. We get to find Yusuke."
"Let's go." Kurama slipped his arm around hers, reveling in their closeness. The two stepped into the orange Dodge together. The engine roared to life, and the truck backed out of the parking lot.
End Emiko's Story
Start: Yujo Chronicles: Katsuko's Story
Yusuke stared blankly, not seeing what was in front of his eyes, cell phone held up to his ear. "What do you mean?!"
But before he was even finished speaking, the dial tone was sounding in his ears.
* * *
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Authuress: Duh-Duh-Dunnnnn! *In Mr. Movie-Phone voice* Mystery, horror, intrigue, romance and ACTION! *starts singing own theme song* In YUJO CHRONICLES TWO: KATSUKO'S STORY!!
*gets strangled by friends*
Ankara: Don't mind her!
Narrin: Moron. *Calls* anybody got a sock?
Kiamo: For what purpose?
Narrin: *rolls eyes* obviously. To stuff it down her throat.
Katsuko: No! She's advertising MY story! Let her talk!
Kiamo: Ooh...big whoop. Now, when she get's to KIAMO'S story, that'll be something to talk about.
Ankara: Oh, shut up.
Autheress: *Ahem* ANYWAYS...please R&R...(Always good for motivation...O.o)