Disclaimer: Who here can guess how much I own Yu Yu? Anyone? NONE! None of the characters…except for the ones that are obviously mine…because you don't recognize the names from Yu Yu….and….yeah. Story is mine.

Out of the Rain: Chapter Three: The White Rose Pimp

Miyouku was only mildly annoyed by the three boys in her English class that really didn't belong there. She was only mildly annoyed that they were all positioned around her in rather strategic positions, all of them watching her more closely than the teacher. And she was only mildly annoyed that Shin was sitting remarkably close to her in a desperate attempt to block her from the gaze of the three intruders, but was only succeeding from keeping her from listening to the teacher.

Shin was only a little bit annoyed by the three random stalkers from this morning, who had shown up in her class. She was only a little bit annoyed by the fact that one of them was sitting right in front of her, and was so friggin' tall that she couldn't see the board. And she was only a little bit annoyed by the glares that she was getting from both Miyouku and Abadon, who probably thought that she was being overly protective, when she was just trying to figure out why the hell the words "cheese" and "folder" were written on the board.

Yusuke was only kind of annoyed by the munchkin next to him, who kept scowling and occasionally glancing at him like it was his fault she was, indeed, a munchkin. He was only kind of annoyed by the way Kurama kept grinning at him and nodding at the board, like the kitsune actually thought he cared what the teacher was saying. And he was only kind of annoyed by the girl on his other side, who kept staring at him and writing notes, which she threw at him without the least bit of covertness.

The teacher was only incredibly annoyed by the commotion being caused by his three new students, who seemed rather interested in his darkest student, who seemed to be about as pissed as he was. He was only incredibly annoyed at the chaos that was slowly spreading through his class and the way all the girls were preoccupied loving his newest students and all of the boys were busy loathing their new classmates. And he was only incredibly annoyed that he wrote the word "cheese" on the board when he meant to write "check".

So he threw the new boys out into the hallway and demanded for Shin to tell him what he did wrong, then got pissed and made her stand in the hallway holding the water buckets for fifteen minutes. She was begging for mercy after four.

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"This entire day has been nothing but a load of BS!" Shin growled, plopping down on the bed next to Miyouku, who sighed and continued staring up at the ceiling. "What the hell was with those guys? They stalked us everywhere! They weren't even always in our classes, but the tree midget would show up and watch us through the windows… You saw him, didn't you?" Miyouku ignored her and continued scrutinizing the plaster above her. "Isn't he annoying? Where do they get off, thinking they can do this to us? Have we done anything wrong recently? Then maybe the Spirit World would have sent them, to make sure we were being good…But that doesn't explain the two humans…Maybe they aren't really a part of it, and just like your ass…"

Miyouku promptly kicked her off the bed and stood, heading for her closet. "Let's go."

Shin rubbed the back of her head, half pouting, half scowling up at her best friend. "Where to?"

"You know…the Club." After pulling out some clothes, Miyouku glanced over her shoulder at the other kitsune, who was still sitting on the floor. "You brought your clothes today, didn't you?"

"Yeah…Isn't it a little early to be heading off to the Club, though? I didn't even know it was open…"

"It'll be open. As soon as we show up, all hell breaks loose."

"True." Shin stood slowly, gingerly rubbing her aching buttocks. "Plus, there's no way in hell those boys would show up there. We'd be free!"

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"I've heard that there's this fighting place in town…Underground and stuff." Kuwabara grinned at Yusuke, tossing his student jacket over his shoulder. "You up for it, Urameshi? Or are you afraid that I'd beat your ass?"

Yusuke snorted in mild irritation and disbelief. "Like hell. You haven't whooped me once, haven't even come close. But I'll take you on, anyway."

"Shouldn't we be watching our charge and her friends?" Kurama asked softly, glancing at them from the corner of his brilliant eyes. "They could be attacked at any moment…"

"Don't even get me started on those bitches!" Yusuke growled, viciously kicking an unsuspecting rock on the sidewalk. "Getting us kicked out in the hallway, scowling at us all the time…Didn't that little redheaded idiot yell in the middle of lunch that you were staring down the black chick's shirt?" Yusuke glanced briefly at Kuwabara, who nodded vigorously. "Not to mention the fact that one other kitsune dude…the darker one…he friggin' drop kicked me in gym, then said it was an accident! Like hell! He must be in cahoots with those two bitches…" He looked thoughtful for a moment as Kurama complemented him on knowing the word "cahoots" before looking up at Kuwabara again. "DID you get a look down her shirt? She has some of the biggest hooters I've ever seen. How were they?"

Kurama didn't look very impressed with Yusuke's latest inquiry. "We're supposed to be watching out for her, not checking her out. Besides, they obviously know that we are not exactly the most normal group of students to enter their building of education…Perhaps the reason they don't trust us is because we haven't explained ourselves to them."

"Explain my ass." Yusuke glared at Kurama, feeling a sense of betrayal. "What the hell is up with you? You act like you like them or something."

"Well…they are kind of annoying, but I won't raise a finger to them. They are, after all, females." Kuwabara punched Yusuke's arm playfully. "Come on, Urameshi! Won't you go to this Club place with me? You can vent some anger towards the girls…"

"Hell yes. You're coming too, aren't you Kurama?"

"We all have homework…" The kitsune frowned slightly, looking like he might decline, then smiled. "I suppose I can do that later, though…"

"Awesome! We have to get some sort of fake name or something…No real names are allowed…" Kuwabara started prattling on and on about the rumors he had heard regarding the Club and what kind of a fight he was looking forward to before he beat Yusuke. "And the best part is there are practically no girl fighters! So I won't have to forfeit!"

Yusuke snorted. "And that means those bitches won't be there either. We'll be free!"

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Kurama glanced around the room, amused by the wide variety of people crammed into such a small area. Everyone was wearing a mask or had their hair dyed some ridiculous color, obviously trying to hide who they really were, if only for the fun of it. He vaguely recognized some people from his temporary school, all of who glanced at him before quickly looking away. The kitsune himself was dressed simply in a white suit, a mask with a red flower painted on the left side covering only his eyes and the bridge of his nose. A crimson rose was a single spot on his perfect ivory outfit. Yusuke had briefly complained about how he looked like a high class pimp before allowing him to head off to the Club with him.

Miyouku lounged at one of the bars, lazily scanning the crowd as Shin chatted with Abadon to her right. She was wearing an ebony outfit, consisting of a belly shirt and long, canvas pants that hid her thigh-high leather boots. A small mask hid the uppermost part of her face, revealing only her mouth and nose. The top of the shirt was fishnet, allowing a set of angry scars to be vaguely visible to those who were searching for it. Elbow length black finger gloves covered any other skin that might have been revealed. It was her standard fight outfit; she didn't care that Shin complained that she looked like a very stylish dominatrix. Most of the boys were scared of her, and those that weren't initially soon learned their lesson.

Shin, who was dressed in a long black trench coat with white stripes down the sleeve, paused in her conversation to glance briefly around the room. "Hm…something doesn't feel right. Someone I don't like must be here tonight…"

Abadon snorted, pulling his own finger gloves up farther. "Yeah, right. With the way you've been acting today…"

"HEY! It's not my fault that damn brute in front of me is so damn tall!" Shin snapped, scowling at the other kitsune, who sneered at her. "I really wasn't trying to protect Miyouku from any of them! She's unmanned enough guys that I've learned not to worry about her in school. I would've killed that other kitsune, though, if I had a chance…"

"Please don't," Miyouku sighed, smiling at her friend. "He's the only one I actually can almost stand. He's the only one who hasn't said something about the twins." She nodded down at her breasts as she said this, her smiling broadening. "Besides, he's one of us."

"Only in species," Abadon pointed out, sipping on his milkshake and leaning against the counter in boredom.

Shin suddenly pointed, lurching herself with so much force that she fell out of her seat. "IT'S THE TREE MIDGET!"

Hiei glanced briefly over his shoulder upon hearing the commotion before rolling his eyes. "I am not a midget." He tried to walk away, but Shin promptly grabbed hold of his cloak and pulled him back, barely dodging a well-aimed kick.

"What the hell are you doing here!" Shin demanded, scowling at him and throwing him into her chair. Abadon was soon on his feet, glaring down at the fire demon with as much conviction as his very mellow self could muster. Miyouku stood as well, frowning as she blocked the rest of the room's view of Hiei. "Are you guys STILL stalking us? Who sent you?"

Hiei scowled up at her, his Jagan glowing from beneath his normal headband. "What I'm doing here is my business. Do you think you scare me?" He smirked up at them, shoving Shin's hands away from his collar. "I could kill you all where you stand right now, if I truly felt like it."

"THE SCAR-HEARTED BEAUTY!"

Miyouku flinched as the cry rose from the crowd and the spotlight fell on her. Slowly, she turned, gazing out at the room and spotting the ring, which had been cleared for her and anyone stupid enough to challenge her. She glanced back at Shin and nodded, indicating for her to release "the tree midget", before heading for the ring, popping her neck and rolling her shoulders as she went. They could continue their "conversation" later.

Kuwabara looked like he was going to be sick when he realized who was going to fight. "Holy…Is that the chick we're supposed to be watching?"

Yusuke, who had been cramming his face full of food, glanced briefly over his shoulder, almost choking when he spotted Miyouku's figure. "Holy crap! What the hell is she doing here!" He scowled at the stage. "Look at her…Is she even five feet tall? She's gonna get her ass whooped, and I'm gonna laugh."

Kurama smiled quietly to himself when he saw his charge walking into the ring. This was going to be a very interesting night…

"Who is crazy enough to challenge our Scar-Hearted Beauty?" the host asked, grinning from the middle of the ring as he shouted into the microphone. "She may not look like much, but this little woman is the reigning champion of the Club's fight ring!" Nobody moved, though murmurs were going through the crowd. "Aw, come on! Nobody's brave enough to fight her?"

Everyone stared blankly as a figure clad in white stepped into the ring, his red hair bouncing slightly as he moved up the slight incline. "I will," Kurama responded politely, smiling at the announcer. "I'm new here, so I'm afraid I don't know the rules…"

Miyouku blinked, gazing at the other kitsune in shock as a murmur ran through the crowd. The idiot standing in front of her was definitely one of those boys who just recently showed up to stalk her. What the hell was he doing here? Did he just want to die? Or was he just that enamored with her that he needed to be near her at all cost? She suddenly realized that she was staring at him and that he was grinning back rather cordially. Color flooded her face as she scowled at him. Who the hell did he think he was, walking into her ring and trying to challenge her?

The crowd had swarmed around the ring as soon as Kurama had stepped into it, looking blood thirsty. Hm, he thought, glancing around him and smiling uncertainly. Perhaps there was a reason nobody decided to step up and fight her…

"Are you ready?" the host asked, not even bothering to glance at Miyouku, who everyone knew was always ready. Kurama nodded, pulling his rose off of his suit collar and bringing it up to his nose, never taking his eyes off of his opponent. "Do you have a name, in the off chance that you win?"

Kurama blinked, caught slightly off guard. He really hadn't had any intention of fighting, so he hadn't came up with a name… "A name?" he asked stupidly, instantly wishing that he hadn't opened his mouth as the crowd started snickering. Damn everything…

"The White Rose Pimp!"

Kurama swore to himself that he was going to carefully and painfully render his friend limb from limb as Yusuke's voice sailed across the room. Sighing, struggling to keep his composure, he opened his mouth to contradict what his very idiotic comrade had just said, but was cut off by the host.

"The Scar-Hearted Beauty versus The White Rose Pimp!"

The crowd started laughing hysterically as Miyouku smiled uncertainly. Is this guy serious? she thought, eyeing her opponent warily. He obviously has no idea what he's doing. Maybe I should take it easy on him…

Kurama smiled broadly and bowed low to the crowd on each side, trying to keep his true embarrassment from showing. He would definitely need another outfit the next time he came there…if there was a next time. Standing, he turned at faced Miyouku again, smile still plastered in place. "Are you ready, milady?"

Miyouku raised an eyebrow at him, starting to smirk. "I wouldn't be asking about me, good sir Pimp. Are you sure you even know what you're doing?"

Emerald eyes flashed as the spotlight landed on the two combatants. "If not, I'll find out soon enough."

"Go!"

Miyouku instantly lurched forward, deciding to make this a short, painless fight for her incompetent adversary. A kick almost connected with Kurama's face, but the fox quickly swerved to the side and tried to elbow her stomach. A quick twist and little leap in the air kept the Scar-Hearted Beauty from getting hit and allowed her a swift kick off of the Pimp's back. Kurama quickly caught his balance, twirling around as he tried to keep the black kitsune in his sight. Her onslaught of sudden, well-aimed punches caught him off guard…almost. Keeping perfect time with his attacker, Kurama blocked every blow and started moving around her, watching the way she moved; she was obviously a combat veteran, and she must have kept up her training in order to be moving as fast as she was without missing a beat. If she's this good at fighting, why are we looking after her? Miyouku noticed a brief moment when his eyes were glazed over in thought and instantly kicked him in the legs, knocking him off balance.

Cursing himself mentally, Kurama quickly kicked upward, hitting Miyouku squarely in the stomach. She grunted softly before regaining her balance and rushing towards him again as he stood. Grinning, the Pimp caught her hands and stood his ground, gazing her in the eyes as she struggled to topple him over. "Are you having fun, milady?"

Miyouku smiled back up at him, eyes flashing dangerously. "You have a nice little idiot act. I was almost feeling sorry for you," she responded cheerfully, twisting his arm behind his back and locking his leg with her own, catching him beneath the chin with her other arm.

"Trust me, milady, I wasn't planning to make a fool of myself tonight." Grabbing the arm around his neck, Kurama broke her hold on his own appendage and whisked around, slamming her onto the ground as he did so. "Am I being too rough?"

Scowling, Miyouku leapt up onto her feet again, staying in the crouching position and aiming for his legs again with a sweep kick. He hopped over it, as she had planned. Hiking herself up onto her hands, she spun around again, her other leg aimed upward; it smacked Kurama squarely in the chest, knocking him into the air and out of the ring. Panting, she stood, glaring down at him as the crowd burst into cheers. "Not rough enough, Pimp."

"The winner! The Scar-Hearted Beauty triumphs again!"

Shin was cheering loudly, standing up and punching the air. "Way to beat that pansy-boy's ass!" she called, grinning broadly before whirling around to face her captive midget again. "Now, listen here, Mr. Tree Midget- Where the hell did he go!"

Abadon glanced over his shoulder, looking rather surprised before he started scanning the room. "He's a fast little bastard, I'll give him that." Shrugging, he sat down again, picking up his milkshake. "That White Rose guy must be sent here from the Spirit World," he grumbled, chewing thoughtfully on his straw. "Nobody's come that close to beating Miyouku before…"

"Except for that one bastard." Shin scowled at Kurama, who was standing with a little bit of help from one of the other stalkers. "I don't like this. This is too much like when she met Akarume. The only good silver kitsune is a dead one." Upon seeing Abadon's glare, she smiled and started petting his head. "Don't worry, I like you."

Miyouku headed over, looking troubled. "Let's go home."

"I'm with you," Shin grumbled, standing and glancing over her shoulder, making one last sweep of the room for the three midget. "I don't like the way things are going. We need to get rid of these guys. Either they're with Akarume, or they're with King Enma or that little brat of his. It's not good either way."

Miyouku had just called her house, trying to get a ride home. Frowning, she hung up the phone. "Nobody's picking up." She looked over her shoulder, searching her friends' faces for…something. Anything that would indicate that everything was alright.

Abadon and Shin glanced at each other. "Let's go," Shin said decisively, grabbing Miyouku's arm and heading down the street.

Hiei grabbed Yusuke's arm, eyes flashing. "I just went to her house. Her brother's not home, but somebody's been there recently. All of the phone lines have been cut." He released the Spirit Detective's arm, glancing between Kuwabara and Kurama, who were listening intently. "He wrote something…"

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Miyouku stared quietly at her mirror, her heart starting to pound. The glass was broken, spider web lines making her image jagged and twisted. Black letters in elegant scrawl spelled out, "My Scar-Hearted Beauty", and there was a picture tucked in the upper right hand corner. A pale, silver-haired kitsune with flashing blue eyes smiled out from it, his arm draped over a smiling Miyouku's shoulder. Slowly, she reached up, pulling the image down and turning it over, her hand trembling. It had three words written on the back in the same graceful handwriting:

"See you soon."

Author's Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOLLY-CHAN! There, aren't you happy? I wrote another chapter. A pretty long one, at that. I already know what the next one is going to be about, and all the things that are going to happen. It's going to be called "Ichirin no Hana." Look THAT up on Babblefish. This chapter was pretty fun to write, actually. I like it, at least. Ending seems kinda rushed, though…Oh well. Once again, happy birthday, my dear sweet Molly. And to all the rest of you…COMMENT! Domo arigatou!