Authoress here.

I thought it might be a little too much to bring in all the friends I wanted to...plus I've been flamed for it before. So, as a result, we just have Emiko. Yay Emiko!

Everyone else, I love you! Don't hurt me!

One more thing: I decided to take a leaf out of PenPusherM's book and write in both 3rd and 1st person views. When it says Yu Yu Hakusho it's in 3rd person. When it says the name of the person, it's from their point of view. I thought it might be fun to try something new like this, so bear with me, okay? M, I thank you for that idea. This chapter was starting to get a little dull.

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Yu Yu Hakusho

Emiko had arrived roughly 15 minutes later, and Ayame had watched her closely as she delivered a loving greeting to Kurama. Already, she could tell that Emiko was abnormal as well. Human, but demon at the same time.

Emiko giggled and left Kurama to greet Ayame. She extended a hand. My name is Emiko. Glad to meet you."

Ayame stared at her hand for a moment before taking it, not used to greetings such as this one. "Ayame Kushinjyo. Nice to meet you too."

Yusuke, unbeknownst to Ayame, was watching her. She was hesitant and self-conscious when she was speaking to Kurama and Emiko. As the others cleared out of the room when Kurama suggested they watch a movie, he lingered.

"Are you afraid of demons?"

Ayame turned, the blanket still it her hands. She had been halfway through setting it down. "What?"

Yusuke's chocolate brown eyes were unwavering. "You heard me."

Ayame shook her head and turned away. "That's a stupid question."

"And you're not answering it," Yusuke pointed out, not willing to give up so easily.

Tossing the blanket onto the couch instead of folding it, Ayame brushed past Yusuke as she made to exit the room. He was causing her to grow gradually more and more annoyed.

As she swung her arm back, Yusuke caught her wrist. She stopped immediately and didn't look back at him. "Let me go." Her voice was quiet.

He instead tightened his grasp. Her muscles had tensed, and she was ready to fight him to get away if she had to. "You're scared of Hiei, Kurama, and Emiko, aren't you?"

"Get off me," she snapped, tugging her arm as he had predicted. She still didn't look back at him.

"Just answer the question," he said reasonably.

Now she turned to face him, spinning rapidly. Her eyes were watery from trying not to cry as he put her main problem out in the open. "Get the hell off me, asshole."

He let go of her arm, his expression not changing, and walked out of the room. He was careful to move quickly but not bump into her.

She heard footsteps heading upstairs and she waited until they were gone before she headed to watch the movie with the others, first drying her eyes.

I didn't mean to make her cry. Yusuke was sitting at the top of the stairs, just out of view of anyone who would come looking for him. Damn, I'm stupid sometimes. I shouldn't do this to her. She didn't do anything wrong.

He sighed and ran a hand through his slicked back hair. Ayame would have to meet Koenma the next day, and he doubted it would go well. If she didn't like demons much, she wouldn't enjoy going through the building Koenma was residing in. Even George the ogre would probably terrify her.

"Idiot," he muttered. Laughter could be heard from downstairs in Kurama's living room, but Ayame's was not present. He sighed. "Guess it's not her fault, though. I'm the dumbshit who shot a hole through her window."

Momo was sitting at the foot of the stairs. She paused a moment, then issued a soft meow and bounded up after him. Leaping onto his lap and digging her claws into his thighs, she meowed again.

Yusuke pushed Momo off. "Get off me, you frickin' cat."

Giving him a curious and innocent look, Momo hopped back onto him. Yusuke picked up Momo, stood up, and dropped her on the floor. He stomped down the stairs, leaving the cat to stare after him. "Stupid cat," he grumbled.

Downstairs, Ayame shifted uncomfortably. She had been seated next to Emiko on the couch, leaving an open spot to her right, and hadn't said a word. She was content on listening to them talk to better understand who they were before she started talking to them. The two demons had made it clear that they had no intention of hurting her in any way, but she still barely knew them.

Kuwabara snickered at a love scene in the comedy they were watching. "That's so dumb. What guy would say that?"

Ayame suddenly heard herself respond, "Any guy who has a chance at getting a girlfriend."

Chuckles followed Ayame's remark. Emiko nudged her side, and when she glanced over an impish grin was sent her way. She smiled nervously back. It seemed that she was drawing ever closer to making a new friend.

Yusuke entered the room and Ayame fell silent.

"Ah, done moping?" Kurama asked pleasantly. Yusuke answered his question with a glare and looked around for a place to sit.

Sure enough, the only spot was next to Ayame, who seemed to be noticing it at that exact same moment. She carefully avoided eye contact with him.

Ayame Kushinjyo

When Yusuke came into the room, I froze up. The only seat besides the floor was next to me, after all. Was he going to sit there?

Your move, Urameshi.

Yusuke looked around a few times, then sat down next to me. My heart was racing. What the hell is up with that? It's not like I like him or anything.

He's just hot.

Did I really just think that?

Emiko nudged me and smiled. I think she knows when my mind is elsewhere or something. It's hard to understand, but it's what I think. "Have you ever seen this movie before?"

Oh yeah! We're watching a movie, aren't we?

I shook my head. "No, have you?"

She nodded and flushed. "Kurama and I saw it together."

"What's it about?" I asked, honestly curious. It was hard to tell just from the opening scenes what was going on.

"Well...umm..."

"Meaning you ignored the movie and made out in the back row, right?" I replied.

Emiko's mouth opened slightly, but I could see she was blushing. She gave me a look of exasperation. "That's not true. We weren't in the back row."

We laughed together quietly.

Yusuke Urameshi

Girls are annoying. They're always giggling. Emiko might be strong, but seat her next to Kurama and you have the makings for something really lovey-dovey instead.

Sitting next to a girl who's got a short skirt on is overrated, too. I sighed softly and put my hands behind my head. "What other movies do you have, Kurama? This one sucks," I asked, ignoring the girls next to me.

Ayame flicked her hair a little as she turned to look at me. "How can you say that? You haven't even been in here for five minutes yet."

"Trust me," I said, looking back to the screen where an ugly actor was hitting on a really cute girl. "I can tell already."

Ayame looked back at the television and lowered her voice so that she didn't disrupt the others. "It's a comedy. It's not supposed to make sense."

I yawned, making her give me an annoyed look. "Whatever."

I could tell just from the look on her face that she wanted to punch me after I said that. And I mean really punch me. Not just one of those wimpy punches that most girls I know are famous for, either. She wanted to haul off and give me a black eye or two. She didn't. Instead, she said, "Just shut up then."

She's a lot like me. I was a little shocked by thinking that without...well...thinking, but I guess it's true. We're both pretty stubborn, we don't really trust people very fast, and we're straight to the point. Coincidence.

Ayame shifted next to me, and when I looked over I saw a lot of thigh from her skirt riding up. She didn't seem to notice.

How do you tell a girl something like that without her thinking you're a pervert?

She realized she was almost flashing everyone in the room and pulled it down after a minute or two.

Yu Yu Hakusho

Ayame yawned, muffling it with her hand, and continued watching the movie. It wasn't really that good and she agreed with Yusuke on that, but she would never let him know that was what she thought.

She was far too stubborn for something like that. She'd never had a boyfriend or a boy that had expressed interest in her that suggestion attraction. Next to Emiko, she felt rather lonely.

Emiko's head drooped onto Kurama's shoulder halfway through the movie, and he draped an arm around her tenderly.

Ayame had to look away.

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Ayame the Boyfriendless Wonder!

Authoress out.