"Hey, cat boy! What're you doing in a graveyard?" Olivier asked, walking down a row of tombstones and memorials, eyes flitting over the names as if searching for one in particular. Why she asked, he didn't know, seeing as she could just read his mind and find out.

"I, uh, came to see my mom."

"Awe, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, resisting the urge to hug him.

"It was a long time ago, I'm over it," the orange-head lied.

"You're such a liar," she shook her head sadly, curls swishing in front of her face "But it wasn't your fault. She's the one who couldn't handle it. Not to sound disrespectful or anything, of course."

"Since when do you know me?"

"Since you haven't mind-blocked me yet."

"Mind block?"

"Yeah. You can set up a shield in your head to fend off weirdoes like me. Anyone can," she told him.

"It sounds like a headache," he made up an excuse, so as not to have to admit to actually not minding the girl's company.

"Awe! That's probably the least violent thing I've ever heard you think that wasn't about Tohru!" she joked, over-acting a pleased shock. "Maybe I shouldn't get you those anger management classes after all…" she muttered.

"I DON'T NEED ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASSES!"

"Sure…" she teased. Suddenly she looked over his shoulder and said "Yes, I brought it," with a nod.

"Who the hell are you talking to?"

"Ghosts and spirits still think and have auras, just like they have dempa waves," Olivier recited, having obviously been chatting with the wave girl. "My friend Annette wanted me to bring her favorite flowers, and her husband Richard wanted me to light some candles in front of his grave."

"That's really fucked up. They're dead; shouldn't they enjoy the afterlife or something?" Kyo commented.

"Yeah, well so is life. But of course, you already knew that," she reached into her bag, ignoring the Sohma boy's question and pulling out a delicately-wrapped bouquet of white roses and a small box of black candles. She walked a bit down the row of graves, stopping in front of two marked 'Annette les Fontaine' and 'Richard les Fontaine' and crouched, laying the flowers down neatly and pulling a lighter from her ratty messenger bag. "Vous savez que Marc et moi vous manqueons, oui? Et je sais que vous allez etre fache parce-que j'utilise un allume-cigare, mais je ne suis pas en danger. Oh, et il est mon nouvel ami Kyo, le gars avec les problèmes de colère. J'espaire que vous allez aller au paradis bientot. Je dois aller maintenant, mais vous pouvez m'accompanier."

"What did you say about me?" he asked as she lit the candles, placing them in a plastic tray as to not let the wax melt onto the memorial.

"Well my parents don't let me hang out with anyone they don't approve of," she replied, blowing out the flame that threatened to scorch her fingertips "So I introduced you to them."

"Parents?"

"Relax, they're still alive as long as they think and feel. Just like your mom, and Tohru's too," she replied, rising from her crouch and pocketing the lighter. "Now, where's your momma…?" she trailed off, obviously searching through various spirits' thoughts. She shrugged a moment later and decided "She must have moved on. So, you wanna do something?"

"Why would I do something with you? The rat already thinks we're dating, I don't need more people getting the wrong idea."

"Because there's a street fair a few blocks away and it looks fun?" she offered.

"Street fairs are stupid."

"Not this one! Come on!" she whined, reminding him of a certain German bunny.

"No, dammit!"

"I'll hug you!" she threatened.

"Fine! I'll go! Now would you shut up?"

"Not possible!" she shook her head merrily, tugging him out of the graveyard. A pair of cats followed after them as they walked down the street, Olivier introducing them as Sakura – the kitten she'd picked up during their first encounter – and Mocha – a grumpy seven-year-old cat who loved mischief.

And so the next couple hours were spent with Olivier goofing off and trying to get Kyo to loosen up, Kyo exploding multiple times, and the cats getting into random trouble.

"Come on, you're only a kid once so start enjoying it!" the blonde insisted, tugging the cursed boy towards a game booth.

"I'm not a kid!"

"You're a kid until you're out of school. Now have some fun!" She ordered, handing him a bb gun and picking up one herself. "Loser buys the winner lunch!" she insisted.

"I don't have any money! And what makes you think I'd buy you lunch?"

"You're a Sohma. You obviously have money. And am I not allowed to think what I want? You're a guy, you'll obviously win!"

"What's that supposed to mean? 'You just trying to get a free meal outta me?"

"What little boy hasn't played with a bb gun before?" she replied, as if it were obvious. Which, when you think about it, it kind of was. "Oh right, this is Japan," she remembered "Well in that case just aim before you fire and maybe you'll get lucky," she told him cheekily, turning back to the game and handing the man behind the stall a small sum of money.

So they aimed and fired at the tin cans. It came close to a tie, but Olivier finally shot down one of them at the end and did a goofy victory dance. As they headed towards a food stall, –Kyo begrudgingly fingering the spare change in his pocket– Olivier stopped short and winced slightly, rubbing a spot on the side of her head.

"You got lucky this time," she turned to speak to him, a cat flanking either side "I gotta go, but don't think I'll forget that you owe me lunch!" she teased before walking off, easily disappearing into the crowd.

I feel like Kyo was sorta OOC in this chapter. Or maybe Olivier's turning into a Mary-Sue? Feel free to tell me if I do anything wrong! I love contructive criticism, but please no flames! I promise the plot will reveal itself soon, but first Kyo and Olivier gotta get to know eachother.