Chapter Eight, Revenge of the Rabid Fan Girls
Fortune cookie say: 'A good way to keep healthy is to eat more Chinese food'

((9:00 a.m., School, September 2nd))

A/N: Thanks again for the reviews. This chapter I found to be kind of pathetic. I'm trying to get to the "meat" of the plot quicker.

"I wonder what happened to the new, freaky girl that jumped out of the window yesterday."

"Yeah, What an oddball, I can't believe she did that…Look, it's Yuki!" a crazed fan girl cried as Yuki walked in with Dion.

"Ready?" another whispered.

"We love Yuki! W-E L-O-V-E Y-U-K-I! Love, love, love, love, love, love, love…YUKI!" The girls formed the letters with their bodies (like YMCA except more annoying). 'The prince' (Yuki) walked passed them, ignoring completely.

"Doesn't that bother you?" Dion asked between her teeth. Yuki sweat dropped.

"You get used to it…" the leader of the fan girls (I think her name is Metsukei but I'm not 100 sure) walked up to him, shadowed by the rest of the girls. She was about to say something when Dion spoke first.

"Can we help you?" her voice was dripping with poison. Metsukei frowned. Yuki took the chance to escape as Dion and Metsukei stared daggers.

"Why are you spending so much time with the Prince? Can't you see that you're bugging him?" the group behind her crowded the two and nodded, echoing "bugging him" like hell's minions.

"What do you two talk about, give us the details, and don't get a swelled head just because he's spending the time to pay attention to you." they whispered.

"I am NOT getting a swelled head and for your INFORMATION we are friends!" Dion glared and Metsukei smirked.

"Yuki-kan would never be friend with such a freak."

"Excuse me?" Dion began to get angry (you know what that means).

"You heard me." Metsukei replied smugly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What makes you think he'd hang out with such a lowlife as you?" Dion flared. The fan girls smiled sickeningly.

"I'm sorry mi'dear, I'm afraid you've got it all wrong. You're the only lowlife here." The other fan girls giggled in response. Anger marks began to appear on Dion's face. She suddenly, strangely calmed though.

"Then explain to me, for I am a bit slow," her voice was drenched in sarcasm "Why is it that while you goons are ignored, he hangs out with me, a lowlife." She paused a moment to let her words sink in. "…and what does that make you?...scumbags" she muttered the last word under her breath and walked away from the defected group. She had a look of triumph on her face as she walked into her home room just as the bell rung.

"How the hell could you get lost?" Dusty shrieked "You live here?" Kyou's head snapped from left to right as he scanned the forest for a familiar pathway.

"Dammit…" he repeated over and over, the grocery bag spinning wildly to shadow his sporadic movement. Her eyes tinted black in mild annoyance. A crow cawed in the distance, causing Kyou to jump.

"Dammit…" he punched a nearby tree, nearly cracking it in half.

"Jeeze, calm down, I'm sorry if I went to hard on you but I don't exactly know my was around here either…"

"You don't need to apologize," Kyou mumbled "I'm the one who got us lost…" Dusty sighed and sat on a stump.

"So…now what?" Kyou shrugged and sat down beside her, taking out the milk carton. Dusty held out her hand signaling she wanted some when Kyou began to drink. He hesitantly gave it to her, as if unwilling to give away his favorite thing. Dusty gratefully quenched her thirst. Handing the carton back to Kyou, she stood

"Well, I best not waste my time here… I did stay home to train. "You are into martial arts, right?" Kyou nodded, putting down the milk carton and taking his stance.

"Why? You want to spar?" Dusty smirked and came at him with a punch, which he easily blocked.

"Feh." He smiled (yes, such an InuYasha quote but I couldn't resist!).

"What are you training for anyway? Is there a tournament going on or something?" Kyou asked, allowing her to work on her form by blocking the punches she threw.

"No." her foot mat his forearm in a high-kick. He winced and she began to alternate feet as she kicked.

"Then. Why. Are. You. Training?" he held her foot at the fifth kick so he could get a straight answer. She wrenched out of his grasp and took her stance again.

"Why do you care? You might as well learn something if you want to even start thinking that you're strong enough to beat Yuki. She smirked, knowing that she had hit a weak spot. Kyou clenched his fists in anger, head bowed so you could not see his facial expression.

"Come at me then, Kyou, don't hold back! I'll go easy on you." Dusty regretted the words as soon as they took flight into the air. A shadow fell over him; he looked up, boundless fury in his eyes.

"SHUT UP!" Dusty barely had time to block as he wildly began to attack,

If I let my guard down, he's going to brutalize me! She struggled to keep up with the dance but her strength was wavering. This is my only chance… summoning the rest of her strength, she began to form a shield around herself. Seeing a break in her blocking concentration, Kyou side kicked her in the ribs. By then, Dusty had formed a premature barrier which dissolved on impact with his foot. She bruised her ribs as she met a fairly large bolder. A heavy branch fell on her from the vibration.

Sh…it. The wind was knocked out of her and she couldn't breathe, let alone move.

Metsukei fumed.

"Who does she think she is? Bewitching our beloved Yuki with her evil magic?" the minions nodded in agreement. "NOBODY out-insults me…" she muttered, staring angrily at Dion from across the room.

"I had a weird dream…" Dion turned to Yuki. He gave her his attention. "I dreamt that I raped the pope, killed him, and stole his pope mobile…" Yuki backed away slightly.

Ok…she's a bit weirder than I'd first expected. The bell rang and the class took their seats. Dion felt the icy glare of Metsukei at the back of her neck. The intercom system cackled to life and an official sounding voice came over the speaker.

"Dion Pritchard to the front office please, Dion Pritchard." Dion stood, puzzled, and gathered her things. Just as she was about to leave, she heard Metsukei asked permission to go to the lav. Dion hurriedly went to the office, not wishing to come in contact with her a second time.

Eventually she came to the office door.

It was eerily dark; Dion wondered why the room was not it's usual bright and cheery self. She knocked anyway, only to be met in the face by a bucket of cool, red paint.

Metsukei's voice sounded from the empty office. "Look who's the looser now!" she turned on the light, revealing a room full of Yuki fan girls.

Wha…? Before she had time to react, they leapt at her in attempt to do some serious damage. Just then, in a flash of blonde and black, two girls stepped between her and the rabid fan girls; the blonde one brandishing a led pipe.

"Don't you idiots know it's wrong to gang up on someone?" the blonde one said.

"I did not think that you would have the intellectual mass to even make a slightly elaborate plan such as this, I am slightly impressed." The creepy black-haired one added. The fan girls fled. Dion clenched her teeth in attempt to subside her raising temper. The blonde one lowered her pipe.

"Heya, my name's Ansa Uotani, and this is Saki Hanajima. Would you like a towel?" Uo (Ansa Uotani) grinned and handed her a towel (where did it come from?).

"Those girls can really be a problem." Hanna looked off into the direction of were they hid (which was a bit down the hall). "I could always curse them if you'd like…" Metsukei led the mob of fan girls into a swift march back to class. Uo shook her head.

"I don't think you need to do that! (yet anyway)…" the girls began to walk down the hallway and Dion smiled.

Kyou laughed when Dusty did not get up.

"Come on you little bitch! You can't honestly be that weak!" Silence. Serves her right… despite his thoughts, Kyou could not fight the feeling that something was wrong. "Dusty?" he approached her and waited for an initial response. When he heard her gasping for breath, he immediately knelt, pushing the branch off of her and turning her body over to face him. "What's wrong?" he asked fretfully. Dusty's eyes darted wildly, unable to focus on his face. He sat up, helping her lungs to recover from the shock. She winced in pain and finally began to breathe. He glanced at her. "Does it still hurt?"

"Tremendously, I think I broke a rib." She pointed bout three inches from hr navel. Kyou took off his shirt and began to tare it in a spiral motion, creating one long strip of cloth (most of it anyway). Dusty blushed.

"What are you doing?"

"When I was training in the mountains, I had to look after myself. I needed to learn how to wrap my own wounds since I broke my arm once or twice. I can help you for now but it's a patch job. Hatori can help you once we get home. Where's it hurt?" Dusty pointed again and Kyou blushed.

"You need to…" Dusty turned her back to him and lifted her shirt just enough, flinching at his cold touch. He hurriedly wrapped her rib area.

"Why were you training?" Dusty broke the awkward silence. Kyou paused for a moment, and then continued to wrap her, hands awkwardly weaving between her arms and around her body.

"So I can beat that damn rat." He finished his 'patch job'. Dusty did not mask her snicker as she lowered her shirt again.

"You always say that," she turned to face him "but why do you hate him so much?" he avoided her eyes.

"Even though I began martial arts before him, he's always been a better fighter. It's always been him. He's better at everything. They say 'children born in the year of the rat are special, of course Yuki is special', 'especially compared to that cat boy.'" Dusty stared into his face as he looked up "Dammit, I'm special too! It's not fair! Why does everyone pay attention him?" his eyes shone with a mixture of sadness and hate. "That's why. I've always tried to beat Yuki so I can become accepted as a part of the Zodiac. So then…people will think I'm special too…" he stared at the ground. Dusty took a deep breath.

There's more to it than that, Kyou, isn't there… she thought to herself as he helped her to stand. There's got to be more to it…

A/N: Yeah, yeah. I know that one sucked. New Character meetings in the next chapter though! I was thinking Hatori and Momiji… DON'T say anything Jaime. Lol. I know, I am such a hopeless romantic, don't you know that by now?