"Even Kyo's disciple isn't this clingy," Iori mumbled to himself as he walked through the city streets with Kiki following closely behind him.
"What was that?" Kiki picked up her pace and walked alongside him, cocking her head at him innocently.
He glanced down at the girl and grumbled, "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"Nope!" Kiki flashed a wide grin. She tapped her chin in thought, "I mean, I did come to Japan to see Kyo, sure-"
Iori began to walk faster, "So, go find him instead. I'm not gonna stick around and babysit some brat."
Kiki pouted and caught him by his jacket sleeve, "Now, hold up, bucko. I'll have you know I'm way older than you. I'm twenty-four years old and counting!"
Iori narrowed his eyes at her; her baby face, her… lacking chest, and an over-excited personality to top it off? No wonder only one word managed to come out of his mouth at that point. "... What."
Ignoring his comment, Kiki stepped in front of him. "Besides," she folded her arms behind her back and leaned forward towards him, "I've got a little favor to ask, Iorin."
"If you stop calling me that, maybe I'll listen."
Kiki stood tall and addressed Iori, "Mr. Yagami!" She bowed deeply, "Please take me in as your student!"
Iori stared down at her, thought for a moment, and walked past her. "Nope."
"H-Huh?!" Kiki stood upright and chased after Iori until she matched his pace once more. "Oh, come on! I promise I'll be a good student. I'll do everything and anything you want, no questions asked!"
Iori continued walking, "Then, go away."
"Everything except that."
Stopping in his tracks, Iori sighed, "Just go and talk to Kyo already. You said so yourself, you want him, not me."
Kiki rubbed the back of her neck, "I mean, that's true, but you're still a great fighter. Her eyes shone as she gushed, "You're Kyo's rival, for crying out loud! I'm sure I can still learn a lot from you. Even if you're not Kyo, it would still be a great honor to be taught by you, Mr. Yagami!"
He peeked over his shoulder. A faint smile cracked across his lips, "Flattery will get you nowhere, woman."
"You sure?" Kiki smirked. "Because I'm pretty sure I just saw a smile there just now."
With a shrug, he sighed and turned to face the girl. Raising a finger, Iori said, "I'll agree to be your teacher on one condition."
Her eyes widened, "Yeah? Yeah?!"
"Once you're a capable fighter, you leave me alone."
"Deal!" She grabbed his hand with both of hers and shook it vigorously. "I ain't leaving your side until then, Mr. Yagami! From now on, you're my teacher and I'm your student."
Iori rolled his eyes, "Alright, that's enough."
She stopped shaking his hand, but before she let go of it, Kiki said one last thing.
"By the way, my name's not 'woman'. It's Kiki."
A/N: So, we've obviously diverged from the original last half of the first one-shot. Like I've said, I feel that Iori wouldn't have warmed up to Kiki as quickly as he did in the original fic, so I think this depicts a more believable way of Kiki becoming Iori's student. Plus, we've got a confirmed age for Kiki: 24 years old. Damn, Iori, what's with you getting paired with older women, huh?
