Authoress in this spot at this point in time.

I had a slight case of writer's block and a heaping helping of schoolwork, but it's getting better.

Have I disclaimed on this story? I don't own anything but Ayame and Momo. Emiko belongs to PenPusherM, and you should read her stories for background on how Emiko and Kurama became a couple.

If the Rabid Lawyers have been mentioned (I can't remember and I'm too lazy to check!), they belong to JewelValentine.

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Yu Yu Hakusho

Falling asleep next to a teenage demon had been a bit tough. Ayame kept jumping at the slightest noise and had freaked out when Momo walked into the room and mewed softly.

Pulling the cat close, comforted by the sound of purring, she had managed to fall asleep.

When she awoke the next morning, Ayame jumped again. Yusuke Urameshi was leaning against the door. Emiko wasn't there. She must have already gotten up.

Ayame sat up, conscious that she was only clad in pajamas borrowed from Emiko, who had thought to bring over extras. "What are you doing?"

"Keeping an eye on you. The guys and I talked about it last night. Since the demon energy follows you around, we figured the best way to catch them was to watch over you."

"That's creepy."

"At least you didn't wake up during Kuwabara's watch."

Ayame shivered a bit at the thought of the kitten-loving teenager watching her while she slept. "Don't say that."

Momo crawled out from underneath Ayame's blanket and sniffed the air a few times. When she saw Yusuke, she hissed and arched her back.

"What's with your cat?"

Ayame Kushinjyo

"I don't know," I replied, honestly shocked. "She was fine before you came in here."

Yusuke stepped out of the way as Momo lunged, trying to swipe his leg with her claws. "This is why I hate cats," he remarked.

"That's not fair to say. Momo is generally really nice." I shrugged. "I guess she just doesn't like you."

Yusuke smirked. Did I mention he has a really cute smile?

"Wouldn't be the first non-human thing that hates me."

I shrugged. Again. I'm really bad at gestures unique to me. I was too busy concentrating on how his eyes weren't focused on Momo. He was looking at my chest beneath the thin tank top Emiko had provided as I stood up to seize Momo. When I noticed that, I yelped, abandoned Momo, and swung at him.

He caught my arm, twisted it around, and I'm not quite sure how, but he pinned me to the floor. "Get the hell off me!" I snarled. "What are you doing?"

"Shut up already." He released my arm and sat on my lower back. "I'm thinking."

"That's a change." Why did I say that if I think he's cute?

Yusuke grabbed Momo by the scruff of the neck, tossed her into the hallway, and closed the door with a solid kick, totally ignoring me.

Needless to say, I was both embarrassed and angry. "Yusuke, what the hell?"

Maybe opposites do attract. But that would mean he likes me too, and something tells me that's not true.

Yusuke Urameshi

I don't know why I'm sitting on Ayame's back. I don't know why I told her to shut up. I don't know why I'm talking to myself.

I'm kinda confused right now. I'm not sure what to do. There's some demon messing with a human chick right under my nose, and I haven't found her yet. I'm assuming it's a girl, anyway. A guy would've come right out and punched me already. Girl demons tend to like making things more complex and annoying.

Human girls are like that too. Right off the bat, if we understand what's going on, they change their mind. As soon as I finally remembered what kind of flower Keiko liked, she told me that she didn't like them anymore.

Why am I thinking about Keiko? We're just friends, that's all. But does she want to be more than friends?

"Can't you think while sitting somewhere else?"

Oops. Forgot about her.

"Probably," I replied, not moving.

She heaved an irritated sigh. "Are you a complete dumbshit? Get off!"

"That's not very polite."

"Says the king of profanity!" she countered.

This might take awhile.

"Least I can be the king of something!"

"That's gets me to wondering. Why didn't the call you the queen?" she snarled.

"'Cause I'm not a girl!"

"Could've fooled me," she replied icily.

From behind the door, I could hear muffled laughter. Tugging it open, I saw good old Kuwabara standing there, doubled over laughing.

"You guys fight like an old married couple!" he choked out.

"No we don't," she and I snapped at the same time.

One really embarrassed and awkward second later, I climbed off her back and went to punch Kuwabara. Leave it to him to ruin the moment.

I punched Kuwabara in the right shoulder when I got to him. "Shut up, kitten-boy."

Even the nickname couldn't make him stop chuckling. "You two are just like Kurama and Emiko!"

"Shut up," Ayame said, grabbing the blanket to pull over her body while she found her clothes. Her face was pink, but I couldn't tell it if it was from anger or embarrassment. Maybe a little of both.

Once she'd gathered some clothes, she went into the bathroom and locked the door firmly before she changed. I had figured that she would just throw us out. Weird.

I guess she knows that if she said she was going to change in front of us if we didn't leave, we wouldn't go anywhere. I hate it when girls know that kind of shit. She really keeps me guessing, and I don't like that all that much. I'd rather she just told me how she felt than make a wild guess and get shot down.

Sometimes it's up to the girl to make the move, ya know?

When Ayame came back out, it took all the willpower I had for my jaw not to drop. I recognized the outfit as Emiko's almost immediately. I had seen her wear it before when she was hanging out with Kurama, but I had never bothered to wonder what it would look like on another girl who wasn't taken.

She could tell that I was looking at her as she put her pajamas on top of the blanket. What guy wouldn't look?

Emiko's short black skirt was settled comfortably on her hips, a sheer black ribbon looped around the waist and tied into a loose bow on the front of her left hip. Her legs were longer than I had ever imagined. I guess I never really looked at them from this perspective before.

The shirt was a thick-strapped white tank top. It wasn't revealing, but I didn't care. It clung to her-

"What's your problem?"

Ayame had noticed that I was appraising her with a small smirk, but her eyes were on Kuwabara, who was gaping too.

She shooed him away, but swept past me to head downstairs, not saying anything.

Sometimes she makes me forget that I'm supposed to be after some demon.

Ayame Kushinjyo

Yusuke and Kuwabara are both shallow perverts, but at least Yusuke's attractive. I would never date Kuwabara. Does he prefer being called by his first name? Oh, who cares? I don't think to please anyone.

Heading downstairs, I was vaguely aware that Yusuke was following a few steps behind me.

Emiko was making breakfast in the kitchen with Kurama, so I hesitated at the door before entering. Emiko stopped talking mid-sentence and squealed when she saw me.

"That looks so cute on you!" she cried.

Kurama smiled and put his hands on her sides. "I'll finish making breakfast," he said quietly into her ear. After nipping her neck gently and making her blush, he headed to the stove to flip the pancakes.

I smiled a little, my cheeks turning a little bit pink. I'm not very good with accepting compliments, so I just blush and look away most of the time.

"Hey, could you do me a favor?" Emiko asked, suddenly appearing serious.

"Sure," I replied.

"Could you run downstairs and check the pantry for some syrup? It's in the room on your right."

"Sure," I repeated, heading to the basement door and tugging it open.

Yu Yu Hakusho

A scream pieced the air when her footsteps stopped.

"Help!"

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Teehee. Cliffhanger.

Authoress going bye-bye.