8 Upskirt Shots

Hey guys, new update, this time from school! I'm sooooooooo happy to be here, it's pretty crazy. It's also really nice to see large droved of guys my age wandering around, even if most of them wouldn't look twice at me, or I wouldn't look twice at them. I feel really silly about my reaction, but I hardly saw any guys over the summer and I was pretty much suffering withdraw the whole time.
Some village Hampden, with that dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest;
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
After school Kurama and Hana made their way to Yusuke's apartment. They sat in the living room while Kurama began teaching Hana to read kana. Meiou's top student also made his more delinquent friend sit down and do his homework. As he was slogging through science and cursing Kurama under his breath Yusuke decided next time he invited the high-schooler to give a lesson at his house he would make sure he wouldn't also be subjected to learning. He wasn't sad to see his friend go when dinner time rolled around at last, and as he shut the door on the red-head he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wow, that's more homework than I've done all year! My teachers are gonna flip, especially when they see it's in my handwriting." Yusuke burst out laughing as he walked back to the living room. "Actually it might have been worth it just to see the looks on their faces when I turn this stuff in."

"Yusuke bad student," Hana said as she turned on the TV.

"You got that right kid! I'm only still going to school because of Keiko."

"Yusuke, what is love?" He made a face and looked at the demoness. She was sitting at the table still, but her attention appeared to be fixed on the glowing screen of the idiot box as she flipped through the channels.

"How the Hell should I know?" he muttered and sat down next to her. "Ask Kuwabara if you want someone to blabber on about love, or a girl. Girls always like to talk about crap like that. 'Oh aren't you two so cute together,'" he said in a falsetto as he flapped his hands. "It looks like loove! Hehehe.' Then they giggle like idiots and make weird faces or talk girl."

"Talk girl?" Hana repeated, turning to give him a confused frown.

"Yeah, girls have their own special language they speak to each other that guys can never understand. Botan used to do it all the time."

"Who Botan?"

"Ah nevermind." He waved the question away as the front door opened and a woman entered. She slipped out of her shoes and walked into the room without really acknowledging the two people already there.

"Damn I'm hungover," she moaned as she dropped to the floor. "'Ey, who's that?" She pointed at Hana, who was staring back just as rudely.

"Hey Ma, this is Hana. Hana meet my mom Atsuko."

"She smell funny," Hana said while crinkling her nose. "Hello Yusuke's mom."

"Cute kid. So you're two-timing Keiko again?"

"Mom, I've never two-timed Keiko! Botan was just Botan!"

"Who Botan?" Hana asked again, this time adding a poke to emphasize the question.

"Where'd you find this one? You didn't die again did you?"

"AGH! Women!" Yusuke yelled, jumping to his feet and leaving the room.

Kurama managed to finish his homework before lunch on Sunday, in part because he had nothing better to do, and in part because he was worried about Yusuke's outing with Hana. Yusuke had a tendency to run into trouble at an alarming rate dragging those around him in as well. Kuwabara was able to handle himself, Hana wasn't.

After lunch he told his mother he was going out for a while and that he might be gone for the rest of the afternoon. She was used to his long 'walks,' though this time she was hopeful that he was visiting that pleasant little foreigner, even if she was a foreigner, she was still a she. But there was the chance the girl was living alone… 'No that's absurd, the poor thing couldn't speak over ten words of Japanese when Shuichi found her,' she reassured herself. 'She has to be living with an exchange family.' Calmed, Shiori went back to her weekend routine.

Kurama found himself wandering in the general direction of Yusuke's favorite arcade. Well not exactly wandering, more like heading straight for it by the most direct path at a brisk pace. He wasn't worried, of course he wasn't, he trusted Yusuke, but still, what if Yusuke had left her with Kuwabara? 'Wait, why do I care again?' He had to think about that one. He hardly knew the girl, and what he did know unnerved him more often than anything else. She was a trickster, a mischievous creature that seemed to delight in agitating him, but at the same time she trusted him absolutely. She trusted enough to put herself in the power of two strange men just because he had said they were his friends. And now he was just going to make sure that they were living up to that trust.

He slipped into the arcade and looked around. It was a popular place, but on the wrong side of town for a lot of Meiou, so thankfully there was no one he recognized from his school. Off to the side there was a large crowd, he went towards it with a sinking feeling. Near the front he spotted the back of a familiar head, but the crowd didn't seem violent, so he was slightly confused.

"Wow."

"So amazing."

"Never seen anything like it."

"National level definitely."

"Hasn't been beaten in over an hour."

The comments of people around him as he made his way forward were even more confusing. He knew they must be referring to some game, but Yusuke wasn't playing, he was standing on the edge of the crowd, right next to the machine and there was no way Hana could have picked up a videogame that fast, unless this was another shocking little talent of hers. He got closer and could make out what the game was: DDR. Dance Dance Revolution. Yusuke had Hana playing DDR in front of a crowd of admiring humans, and apparently she was good.

There were two machines next to each other, Hana was on the one on the right while there was a boy on the machine on the left and they were both stomping around like crazy. Yusuke was standing behind her with both fists filled with ribbons of tickets as he cheered the girl on.

"Yusuke," Kurama said as he reached his friend.

"Shhhh," Yusuke said quickly, then he glanced back. "Hey Kurama you showed up! Not too loud okay or you'll throw off her concentration. I had to kick Kuwabara out cuz he kept shouting stuff and she actually tripped and fell. Luckily the guy next to her broke her fall."

"Yusuke."

"Don't worry she's not hurt. But she's been up there forever. It took her about a half hour to get the hang of it, but since she hit difficult she's been unstoppable! She's got great stamina and balance."

"Yusuke, you're exploiting her."

"No I'm not. This was the only game she liked in the whole place, and she really likes it."

"But you're collecting the tickets."

"I put the money in, anyway she said she didn't want any of the prizes."

"And what are you going to do with them?"

Yusuke gave him a sly smile. "Sell them, and what's wrong with that Kurama?"

"Well, it is illegal."(1)

"You're one to talk, demon thief."

The song ended and the boy next to Hana groaned and slumped off the pad while Hana bounced up on her toes and spun around. "Chi-chan! You here! Watch me?"

"Yes Hana, I was watching," he said with a smile. "Are you done now?"

"Yusuke, one more?" she turned pleading eyes on Yusuke who was counting all tickets coming out of the machine.

"Sure thing Hana," he said, reaching around in his pockets. "You just keep doing your thing. Hey, Kurama, what did you mean 'are you done?' You think you're taking her off?" Yusuke dropped a few coins into the machine as another challenger stepped up to go against Hana.

"Don't you have a date with Keiko this afternoon Yusuke? It would hardly do for you to have Hana tagging along."

"Heey, how'd you know about that?"

"You told me yesterday, somehow it was on your list of reasons why you shouldn't have to do algebra."

"Oh right. But it's not for a while yet."

"I think you've displayed Hana quite enough for today."

"Somebody's gotten all protective," Yusuke cocked an eyebrow as he smiled at his friend.

"Yusuke, you have some very strange ideas. Also you seem to forget that Hana will attract undesirable attention in much the same way we do, but unlike us she will not be able to overcome it. It is best not to stay in one public place too long."

"You take her to school every day!"

"That's different."

"You're so full of crap!" Yusuke laughed, slapping Kurama on the back.

The song ended and Hana stepped down, still victorious. "What do Chi-chan?" she asked as Yusuke hurried to collect the last of the tickets.

"I was thinking we could go for a walk around town. Would you like to see the stores?"

"Walk? Walk where?"

"Just walk around to look at things."

"Oh, okay. Yusuke come?"

"I don't think so. He has to meet Keiko later, isn't that right Yusuke?"

"Yeah, sorry kid," Yusuke ruffled Hana's hair and looked off towards the prize counter. "But Kurama'll drop you at the house later, right?"

"Yes, I'll walk her home."

"Cool, see you guys later then!" He waved and walked away while Kurama took Hana's arm and led her outside.

The streets were crowded with Sunday shoppers: students off school for the day and adults free from their jobs for the weekend. The pair was relatively inconspicuous for demons, though they did attract some attention from passersby. Mostly it was girls whispering to each other and glancing back to get just one more look at the red-head. Hana kept looking around cautiously and stopping in her tracks, reminding Kurama of her nervousness when he was jerked back by the arm. However, many of her frequent stops were not out of fear, but because something in a shop window caught her eye. She stared at jewelry and lamps, clothes and candy with the same wonderment. When she started bobbing up and down slightly and tugging on his arm Kurama thought she had just seen another interesting shop until he caught the agitation in her voice.

"Chi-chan, Chi-chan! A predator!" He followed her eyes to a young man who was walking towards them down the street. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary about him, except that he was carrying a large bag and holding it slightly away from his body as he walked.

"Hana, you're overreacting. You need to calm down," he said as he looked at the completely average looking young man. He was probably just some college student out shopping on his day off.

"No! There is something evil in the bag. Look when he look at girl!" she ordered, tugging on his sleeve and bouncing more. He sighed and looked again. This time he saw it.

A couple of girls were walking aways ahead of Kurama and Hana. They were brunettes and had on puffy jackets, short skirts and floppy boots. The man carefully avoided looking at them, even though most men his age probably would have looked twice. He edged over slightly and brushed against one as they passed, his bag sweeping under her skirt. He stayed expressionless through the encounter, but there was the ghost of a smile on his face as they parted. Hana quickly dropped behind Kurama and appeared on his right side, putting the demon between her and the man. "Don't make eye contact," Kurama directed as they passed the man.

There was an "ouf!" and a crash as the young man face-planted into the pavement. Kurama stopped and turned, wearing an expression of polite concern. "Oh, you must be careful of the uneven sidewalk," he said as a vine slowly disengaged itself from the man's foot and disappeared back into the gap in the sidewalk. A few people had stopped to laugh while others were glancing back and giggling. The man pushed himself to a sitting position and rubbed his face as the red-head bent to pick up the bag that had gone flying in the fall.

"Hey don't touch that!" the man exclaimed, reaching one hand out quickly while the other held his bleeding nose. But Kurama was out of arm's reach and had already lifted the dark laptop bag.

"Hmm, what's this?" he asked curiously as he stuck a finger through a sizable hole in the bag's top. "It looks like something has ripped it." He whipped it open in a second and lifted out a running camcorder. More people stopped to stare. Kurama turned it off and looked down at the man still sitting on the ground, his expression cold and disdainful.

"You, you've got no right to, to be in my…my stuff!" the man yelled and grabbed the bag, but Kurama held the video recorder out of reach.

"And I believe you have no right to walk down the street taking pictures up girls' skirts."

"What do you care? Your girl moved out of the way before I got near you!"

"But others were not so fortunate. I believe I will confiscate this. If you wish for its return you may pick it up at the local police station. I'm sure they will be very pleased to meet the owner." The man paled visibly and jumped to his feet. He took off running without further ado and was gone in seconds. Kurama shook his head as he removed the tape and crushed it in his hand. There was nothing more he could do. He was not about to race down the crowded streets to tackle some man who couldn't really be charged with a crime. There were no victims present to press charges.

"What's the point of taking pictures like that? It's stupid," Hana remarked as she took hold of his arm once more and they continued thier stroll.

"I can't really explain the psychology of a warped mind Hana, but it was very wrong what he was doing."

"Yes, I would have made you stomp on his face if he had done that to me, then gore him," she laughed and tugged him off to look at yet another store. 'Gore him?' Kurama couldn't help thinking as he looked at the pacific antelope staring at a stuffed animals display.

(1) I dunno, selling arcade prizes probably isn't illegal but at the back of the first book it says selling pachinko prizes is technically illegal, and something Yusuke does, so I ran with it.