Last Christmas

A/N: I do not own YuYu Hakusho.

Chapter Two: Believing Lies

Tailing Hana to her violin lesson, Cho ducked and dodged from rooftop to alley. Watching her walk into a coffee shop, she gasped in surprise. "That's no place to learn the violin!" She scurried into the door after Hana and jumped into a corner booth. "Why would she be in here?" She turned around and peeked over her seat, her eyes widening in shock. Hana was sitting across from a young man, a handsome young man with dark hair. "You are late, again," he laughed, running a hand down her cheek softly. The blond giggled and nuzzled into his touch, exchanging the affection. "Could it be . . . No," Cho uttered, covering her mouth with both hands wearily. "Don't tell me she's . . . Oh I knew it! The triflin' ho!" Her voice rose into a shrill pitch and everyone turned around to face her with angry stares. "Ah, whaddya looking at? Leave me alone." She shot an angry look back at them.

"Yes, he's sick. A good thing, too. I don't feel like going on another dumb date with him."

"Stupid fool still hasn't figured it out, yet?"

"Mmm, no. He's so stupid, and I have him wrapped around my little finger! He is such a nerd, why would I want to date him? You're my only one, Yutaka. I'm only playing with that idiot."

Hana leaned over the table and pressed her lips against Yutaka's lips, running a hand through his hair. Cho's breath caught in her throat as she watched the two share a steamy kiss. "T . . . The nerve!" She hissed, her silver eyes blazing in anger. "That does it . . . Transformation of the Butterfly, transform!" She leapt from the booth wearing the same uniform as the rest of the table servers in the coffee shop. "Awesome," she smiled, looking at herself in a nearby mirror. "I will show that bimbo," she snatched a notepad and pen away from another table server passing by, her attention on Hana and Yutaka.

"Hey, that's mine!"

"Take a break, woman! Can't you see I am on a very important mission?"

She shooed the server away and strolled over to the blond young woman. "May I take your order?" She gritted her teeth, looking down at them. Hana glanced up, rolling her eyes as she replied, "About time you came. What lousy service. Yes, I would like to have a slice of cheesecake." She looked over at Yutaka and he added in, "And a slice of chocolate cake. Now hurry, chop chop." He used his hand to motion Cho away before she could write down their orders. "How rude," she mumbled. Watching the same server from earlier carrying a large tray of ice cream, Cho smiled to herself. "Excuse me, woman! Take another break!" She abducted the ice cream from the server and hurried on over back to Hana and Yutaka, a very psychotic look on her face. "One order of . . . ice cream, ma'am?"

"Ice cream?"

"We didn't order any ice cream, take it back and get it right you idiot!"

Cho's creepy smile grew even wider as she lowered the tray. "No worries, this one is on the house," she laughed before turning the tray over on Hana's head. "Would you like almonds with that ice ream, bitch?!" Her laughter grew louder. "Y . . . You airhead!" Hana jumped up and grabbed Cho by the shoulders, shaking her furiously. "Victory is so cold, so sweet!" She giggled, not being phased by the shaking. "What was that for?" Hana roared. "You know exactly what that was for! You're playing my Kurama-San, and I do not appreciate it! I'll murder you . . . You blond bitch!" Cho screamed. Feeling two large hands grasp her shoulders, she whirled around meeting the face of a built security guard. "Oh boy," was the last thing she could say before they threw her out onto the sidewalk. "That bites!" She undid her transformation and stood up, dusting herself off. "I have to go tell Kurama-San! He has to know about that triflin' whore!" She ran back to the Minamino household, going back up to his window.

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Bang, bang, bang!

Kurama jumped and stared at the window questioningly. "What on earth?" He opened the window and watched as Cho fell in, her face sweating profusely. "A blond bitch . . . Hana . . . ice cream head . . . Cheatin'!" She breathed insanely, her eyes bulging. Kurama raised an eyebrow and whispered, "Calm down, Cho. Tell me in a way that I can understand . . . What happened?" He helped her out of the floor and let her calm down for a minute. "Hana is just playing you, Kurama! I went to a coffee shop and she has another boyfriend named Yutaka! She is just messin' with you, Kurama-San! Believe me!"

"What . . . ?"

"Yeah, she's playing you for a fool."

"Cho, that is ridiculous. Hana went for violin lessons, and I trust her."

"So, you're telling me you believe that bimbo?" Her voice was overflowing with disappointment. "Kurama-San, I'm telling you the truth here. That stupid girl is just messing with you, she doesn't care about you. She's toying with your mind and emotions. She does not love you. She does not love you!" She felt her hands shaking as she watched Kurama's reaction of confusion melt into anger. "Cho, you have no idea what you are talking about. Hana loves me, and I love her. I cannot believe you would tell me such garbage. You should be ashamed. Absolutely ashamed." His voice was voice was soft, but stern. His emerald eyes began to glisten with tears. "K . . . Kurama-San. Why would I lie to you? Why SHOULD I lie to you? I'm telling you the truth, that blond bitch isn't right!" Her tone was shrill and quivering in agony. "That girl has you brainwashed. You're going to believe a lie? I thought you were smarter than that."

"Cho . . ."

"Yes?"

"Please . . . Leave now."

He pointed to the window and walked back over to his bed, lying down on his back. She looked over her shoulder and saw him staring blankly at the ceiling, not even acknowledging that she was even there anymore. "Be that way," she huffed, jumping from the window. "Stupid Kurama. Believing those lies . . . Baka!"

I will get through to you before Christmas. Even if I have to shove Santa Claus in your sock drawer!

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A sucky chapter. X.x Cho is so insane . . . Yay.