Kurama looked at the happy girl on his arm. He hoped she would like the song he had written. Truth be told, he wasn't much of a songwriter, but that was to be expected. He hadn't really practiced. He just hoped she believed the lyrics were true, because they were. But…. damn, all the fan girls were going to think they were too. Whatever, he'd deal with that. She was worth more than the wrath of a few angry fan girls.
--Damn right, she's our girl. —
-Yes she is, Youko. -
--She'd better be worth more than those fan girls! —
-I just said she was. -
--Well you stick to that. And let me out sometime soon, will you? —
-Not around a bunch of people, I won't. -
--... Damn. —