Authoress here. Yet again.

I just watched the new YYH episode, so I was totally inspired to write more. Yay! My writer's block is no more...as of now, anyway.

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"It doesn't matter how many times you say it," Ayame snapped. "That was not a firework." Her hazel eyes were unfalteringly fixated on Yusuke.

Yusuke sighed. "That's the truth, take it or leave it."

"I'd gladly leave, but it would seem that I can't." Her eyes flickered to Kurama, who was still diligently trying to bandage her right arm even with her bad temper, complaints, and frequent movements. "Your friend is playing the doctor at the moment."

"Kurama is only trying to help you, girl."

Ayame glared at Hiei, the one who had spoken. "I have a name, shrimp. Ayame Kushinjyo."

"It doesn't matter who you are. I couldn't care less."

Kurama chuckled lightly as he finished bandaging up her right arm. "You're lucky, in a way. If you hadn't rolled, that refrigerator would have crushed you."

She was aware that he had changed the subject but didn't exactly care. "That's what I figured. By the way, my neighbors are pretty nosy. They probably think you kidnapped me and are having the cops search the place by now."

"That's a risk we can take," Yusuke replied.

Kuwabara sighed. "I hate cops. They're always scarin' off the gangs so Urameshi and I have nobody to beat up."

"That's not it," Yusuke countered. "The gangs know we can kick their asses so they run all by themselves."

Ayame shifted and winced. She had gotten a bruise and some scratches on her side, but hadn't mentioned them. She didn't feel the need to have a boy she had just met bandaging anything that close to her chest. She already felt out of place enough sitting on a couch in his house in her work outfit. The short skirt was getting on her nerves, and it was annoying her that Kuwabara wouldn't stop staring at her legs.

"I wish I had never moved to this damn place," Ayame said quietly. "The teachers suck, I get mugged on my first day here, and now this bullshit."

Hiei's red eyes temporarily narrowed. "This is why I hate the human race. They always complain."

Ayame cast him a startled glance. "You hate humans? Then...what would that make you? A cow?"

"Do the world a favor and use your brain," Hiei replied coldly. "What do I look like to you?"

"A really short guy with a bad temper?" she offered mockingly.

"Hiei," Yusuke began warningly as the short demon raised and hand to remove his headband.

Relax. If she's normal, she won't notice a thing, he sent telepathically to the other boys in the room. With that, he tugged off his headband. "What about now?"

Ayame didn't answer right away. She could see, quite clearly, a third eye in the center of his forehead. Without thinking, she said, "A Jagan eye?" The word sounded foreign to her and she didn't know where it had come from, but it had appeared in her mind and she had said it.

She seemed a bit taken aback, as did the others.

"You really are different," Yusuke commented offhandedly. "But as far as I can tell, you're not a demon."

"That thing that went through the window," Ayame continued, totally ignoring the others and saying the words that floated into her mind. "It was a Spirit Gun, wasn't it?"

"How the hell do you know that?" Yusuke asked, standing up.

"I'm...not sure." She put a hand to her forehead and let her eyes drift to a spot on the wall. "I was right, then?"

Yusuke nodded slowly. "Yeah."

"It's not me that knows it. It's coming from..." Ayame's eyelids flickered suddenly, and she slipped from the couch in a dead faint, a soft cry escaping her lips

Yusuke moved fast enough to catch her before her head hit the ground and placed her back on the couch.

"What the hell was that all about?"

The question was greeted with silence for a moment.

Then, "Demon energy again," from Hiei. "It's another psychic."

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Mysterious. Don't fret, kiddies! I have a plan! And it involves many cliffhangers!

Authoress out.