Thursday.
A very long and boring student council meeting has left Sohma Yuki walking home from school alone. He was nearly lost in thoughts when he passed by the fortuneteller shop again, and stopped. He decided, being the curious mouse that he was (cats aren't the only curious thingies), that he'd venture inside once more.
Upon entering the shop (without knocking or anything! bad yuki!) he saw a girl about his age with slightly wavy shoulder-length reddish-brown hair wearing tight blue-jean flares and an open-neck lime-green half-shirt passed out on a mountain of pillows, half covered by another mountain of pillows, and an arm slung across her face as if shielding her eyes from the sun.
He walked over and prodded her with his foot. After a few nudges, she shot up into a sitting position, some pillows flying across the room (and one hitting yuki in the face) in the process.
"Who...?" The girl looks up at Yuki and says, "I know you!"
Yuki looked into her azure eyes and remembered the girl from yesterday had those same eyes. "You're the fortuneteller from yesterday?"
She smirks and stands up. Strolling over to a bean-bag chair half on a pile of pillows, she replies, "That's right. And what might you be doing back, Sohma-san?" She plops down onto the chair and some pillows jump with feathers flying around.
Yuki takes a pillow and sits down like the day before. "I wanted to speak with you about something that was on my mind..." he starts. She supports an all-knowing smirk as he presses on, "You saw more that just what Honda-san asked you to yesterday, didn't you?"
She idly plays with her hair while saying, "If by more you mean your little mouse dealy and the fact that you're in love with your cousin, then I'm afraid I did."
O.O;; Yuki looks very worried (a/n: I'd be too!), "What will it take to keep you quiet?"
"Ah hah," she laughs softly and gets up again, moving in front of the amethyst-eyed boy, "I only tell fortunes as I see them, I do not gossip. I do not tell people things that are none of their business. Though..." she pauses, "I do think this is his business."
"Don't you dare say anything," he threatens. (bad yuki!)
She falls again onto a pile of pillows next to him. "Relax. I can...help you, you know."
"...what?"
"Oh yes. I'm good at these things. I can have cat-boy fall for you," she snaps her fingers, "just like that."
He glares at her suspiciously but nevertheless replies, "...I'm listening."
"Oh...but I do have a price, of course. A little something in it for me. Are you...still interested?"
"...what is it?"
Bwaha, an evil little glint in her blue eye as she produces a tiny glass vial from out of nowhere. "Take this."
He takes it and looks at it critically, "What do I do with it?"
She smiles an equally evil smile, "Use your imagination."
"Um...I don't want to?"
"Oh, come now," she says playfully, "take a guess. Want a hint? What's salty and white and sticky all over?"
It takes a minute for the answer to dawn on him. When it does, his face flushes and he throws the vial back. "No way!"
The fortuneteller girl catches the tiny bottle and cries, "Why not? Anyone's will do! Look, I've been looking into the Sohmas, and that's the exact strong handsome man's type of-"
"Don't say it!"
"-that I need."
"Need for WHAT?"
She sticks up her nose. "I don't have to tell you, that's not your business."
Yuki still looks disgusted. "How the HELL would I go about asking people for THAT anyway?"
Smirk. "That's your department. Though, I did say it could be any Sohma...even you."
Gasp. "NO!" He scrambles to stand up and edges away, "You know what, I don't need your help! You're crazy!"
Watching Yuki run out of her shop, she picks up her crystal and says quietly to herself, "We'll see..."