A Month With Suichi Minamino
By Payne N. Uranus
.:AN:.
(sigh) I love this chapter.
Conscience: (raises eyebrows) Really? Why is that?
Because it's one of the few serious ones in this story and it's so… fluffy, I guess. At least, the beginning is.
Conscience: Oh.
Admit it, you love it too.
Conscience: I wouldn't go so far as to say "love", per say, but it is quite… calming, I suppose.
(sighs) Yeah… oh! Right. Um… sorry 'bout that. Here're my little comments to the reviews I received from last chapter… (sighs once more, which is really starting to get annoying but can't be helped)
midnightsprite: Was it really? Yay! Thank you!
Death101- Fox Version: Cause she's spoiled and wanted to keep the bed? Haha, I don't rightly know. Good question! I guess she secretly did want to sleep in the same bed, but felt she had to fight it. Thank you!
KuramaKitty: No, please! I like sticklers! So often my eyes glaze over when editing my chapters that I get lazy, so I really appreciate it when people point out the mistakes so I can go back and fix 'em. =) That's what I did, btw. So yup, thank you!
OrangeKisses: That was a bad, baaad slip-up on my part. (rubs back of head) Sorry. I fixed it! We're okay!
Yonaka Takai: Yes....yes she did (smacks self in the face) because Payne is a bit of an idiot and totally messed up. I fixed it though... Thanks for being subtle about it, haha!
Nats the Magnificent: Thank you very much, I'm glad you like it. =) Please enjoy the rest of the story!
EvilKritter: Yeah, that was an accident, I'm sorry about that! And God, I hope that this suddenly doesn't get sucky! o_O I'd probably cry. Thanks for the support, it's greatly appreciated!
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blah: Eeeheh. Yeah, she only knows Suichi. I made a mistake. I apologize. I was probably not paying attention when I wrote that. Haha, yeah, it's fixed now, so thank you!
IssueshaveI: I'm grateful you took the time to review, even if you hadn't finished the chapter. =D Thank you for sharing your opinions with me! The next chapter is on its way!
tinker: Yay, it's hilarious! Oh no, I made a mistake. But it's fixed now! Yay for the continuation!
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BG: Thanks for the compliment! Hope you like this next chapter, it'll be a crack-up......
Tiger-Eyed-Kitsune: Hee, great that you liked last chapter. I was kinda worried about it...lol. And I have a similar question. Is it "Long time no talk/see" on-line or is it "Long time no type"? I don't get it, but I do both...
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Lucifer001: You flatter me in so many ways, it's embarrassing...but extremely appreciated. Glad you liked the chapter, as I said up there...somewhere... I was kinda worried 'bout it. But glad you thought it was funny! It's what I was aiming for! (Conscience: Really, I thought you were aiming for a spot in the insanity center. Me: Shut up)
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BUT I DID THINK OF IT FIRST!
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(sigh)
Conscience: Look, I know you said it couldn't be helped, but could you please stop sighing?
I can't help it!
Conscience: I know. Try.
Okay… (screws up face and squeezes eyes closed)
Conscience: Okay, now you look like you're constipated. Stop.
(collapses) Oh, thank god. (sigh)
Conscience: You (points to Payne) are a complete moron. You (points to reader) get the chapter.
Chapter Ten: Difficulties Encountered
Snap. Crinkle. Crunch.
"Shhh! Be quiet!"
"Oops. Sorry."
Snap. Crinkle. Crunch.
"Kuwabara!"
"I'm sorry, alright? Sheesh."
Snap. Crinkle. Crunch.
Yusuke sighed, his shoulders slumped.
"God, Kuwabara, stop eating!" he reprimanded, glaring in frustration at his comrade, who had just stuffed his mouth with another bit of his crunchy breakfast/heath bar. "We're trying to sneak? That means we can't make noise. That means no eating. Understand?"
Kuwabara raised his hands, one of which held the remains of his bar, in defense. "Hey, I said I was sorry, I can't help the fact that I'm hungry, okay? I missed breakfast…"
"Oh, what a tragedy," Yusuke replied dryly. "You missing a meal is like Akio killings millions of innocent people with a girl that has unimaginable amount of Spirit Energy at her disposal! Oh, no, what to do?"
"You know, I bet you'd be more sympathetic if you had also missed breakfast and were acting like this. It wouldn't hurt to lay back on the carbohydrates, Urameshi."
"What are you trying to say?" Yusuke asked suspiciously. "Are you saying I'm fat, Chubby Cheeks?"
"No, I'm just saying that elephants will be considering you as a place to hide when poachers come around," Kuwabara retorted.
"Clever, are you perhaps taking lessons from Kurama? 'Cause you do know that he doesn't take snap shots of kittens for payment," came the smart-ass remark.
"That's low, Urameshi, this has nothing to do with my love for kittens!" Kuwabara shouted.
"No, it has to do with you blowing our cover!" Yusuke yelled back.
"Don't yell, you'll get us caught," Kuwabara scolded, tsking him with his fingers.
Yusuke just rolled his eyes before turning around and continuing their way to the base.
The two had made it through the first layer of demon guards easily, making sure that they killed them all or made it so that they couldn't report back to base about the intrusion. They had managed to do this before because they were quiet and had the element of surprise.
They had managed to do this before because Kuwabara wasn't hungry.
Snap. Crinkle. Crunch.
"Kuwabara!" Yusuke exploded angrily.
"What?" came the confused, yet gruff, reply.
Silence.
"…That wasn't…you…?" Yusuke asked hesitantly, his anger dissipating instantly.
Kuwabara was quiet as well, before answering, "…No…"
More silence.
"Uh-oh."
~`*`~
Kurama woke with a start as some brief movement came from his side. His eyes were staring with a puzzled expression at the ceiling as he tried to think of why there would be any movement in his bed besides the unlikely idea of bed bugs. Brows wrinkled in confusion at the unusual feeling, he twisted around…
…and suddenly wished he hadn't.
For his face was only two inches from a peacefully sleeping a Mitsuyo Kajima's.
He started for a moment, one of his hands reaching for his rose in his hair. Then he stopped because he realized two things. One, that it was just Mitsuyo, and two, that he couldn't move his hand.
Mitsuyo made sure of that, what with her arms encircling his upper torso tightly. They were wrapped around him, locking together on the small of his back, and one of her legs was in-between his while the other one was resting on top of them. Her soft, warm body was pressed against his, perfectly molded together with her head nestled in the crook of his neck. Despite the strange emotions he was feeling due to this very suggestive arrangement, Kurama gave into a small smile, watching with amusement and affection as the young girl emitted a content sigh with her newer, and seemingly more comfortable, position. She snuggled deeper into his shoulder, taking a deep breath before exhaling once more, a small, faint impish smile playing across her lips. Kurama took a long moment to observe her carefully, considering the fact that he would never get the chance to be this close to her when she was awake.
She was remarkably beautiful, not at all as artificial as the other girls at their school. She seemed cleaner—purer than them, with the lack of make-up covering her face and all. He wasn't saying that she was perfect, but no one ever was. She was, however, as close as anyone could get, at least in his opinion.
Her facial structure was one of intelligence, as he had noted when he first met her, and seemed to always hold a sneaky, devious look. She had it even now, while she slept peacefully and carefree, with her lips now upturned into a satisfied grin.
He found her lips quite interesting. While he had known they were a dusty let healthy pink, on closer inspection he didn't think he'd ever found a shade of pink quite like it. In this light, they were a fair, peachy cream color that held a glimmering sheen all on their own—the moonlight only enhanced it more majestically.
His eyes moved upward, setting on her hair. It was not flat, like the others he had seen—nor was it curly or wavy. Whatever it was, it shaped her face in such an artistic way that he was content with the idea that she was created by Gods. It had such a silky look to it, that for a moment he was tempted to reach up and stroke it. Luckily for him, however, his arms were still securely pinned to his sides. This didn't stop his eyes from soaking in its beauty, thank god. The thing he liked most about it was the slight frizz framing her brow area. It gave her hair the impression of being wild and alive... much like her. The façade she put out was being quiet and tame, while on the inside she was as violent and rebellious as Yusuke.
But what he loved most about her physical qualities was her eyes. He loved looking in her eyes. They were so dark… mysterious. It was a constant reminder of how unpredictable she could be. While it was true for most that the eyes were the windows to the soul, Mitsuyo's eyes kept their secrets—like tainted windows. One could never predict what was going on in her mind.
That's why he loved them so much. Even though they kept what was going on inside hidden, they were more beautiful than any gem found on the face of the planet, not to mention Demon World and Spirit World.
He wanted so badly for her to wake, just so that he could see them once more, but decided against rousing her.
A cool breeze blew inside through the open window, reaching Kurama's sensitive nose, ruffling his hair and his plain sleeping attire as he inhaled the faint smell of rain left behind by the afternoon shower. How he loved that smell… so pure and clean… washing away the world's pollution and waste from the air.
He wondered if Mitsuyo smelled like that…
He jerked his head away from that thought, seeing as he had just prepared to inhale her scent, mentally shaking himself to rid himself of any thoughts related to that thought. However, there was one that he focused on.
.:Flashback:.
"I'll send Botan by the Kajima residence every so often to keep you posted on how the rest of the gang are doing."
"What is it that you plan on them doing?"
"Botan will take them by oar to the outskirts of the base. The foliage is thick, so they won't be able to detect their presence until they near the compound. From there… they do as they can to get to Akio before he gets to Mitsuyo."
"Koenma?"
"Yes?"
"Why was it that you sent for Hiei when you could have sent for Yusuke, Kuwabara and I as well? Surely that would've saved time?"
"I can't reveal that at the moment, but I assure you that it is nothing for you to worry about right now. Just, focus on protecting Mitsuyo with every drop of energy in your body until we can rest assured that no one will be going after the girl, and hopefully that reason won't need to be revealed at all."
"Very well…"
"And Kurama?"
"Yes?"
"It would be best for the outcome of this mission… if you didn't get emotionally attached."
Kurama was silent, staring blankly at the space where Koenma use to be, and where the familiar cloud of smoke now took place. His face was emotionless, but inside his mind was carefully examining the young leader's parting words. Over and over, he told himself that it wouldn't be a problem—that he would guard her and stay as distant as he could.
But there was a small voice that warned him it wouldn't be as easy as he made it out to be.
.:End Of Flashback:.
Yes, it certainly wasn't going to be easy. He had barely known her for a day, and here he was wondering if she smelled of clarifying rainfall… not to mention the fact that he spent quite a while admiring nearly every physical asset of hers…
Remembering their sleeping position once more, he gave a dark smile and settled back down onto the bed.
He'd wait 'til morning to embarrass her.
~`*`~
As can be expected, Kurama stayed up all night, content with just watching Mitsuyo sleep away.
Morning swept in, slowly eating away the darkness night left behind. It gradually made its way through the family room window and up onto the pullout bed. Kurama watched intently as the light reached the top of Mitsuyo's crown of dark brown curls as it filled the room.
With a smile, he observed the girl as she scrunched up her nose in distaste, attempting to bury her head even more into his shoulder.
That's when she stopped.
That was his cue.
Quickly, he closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep, just as Mitsuyo's snapped open.
~`*`~
It's safe to say that Mitsuyo wasn't one to wake up every morning with another person in her bed. It was also safe to say that she had not had the chance to discover that she tended to shift periodically in her sleep. And it was also safe to say that she wasn't use to waking up pressed up against the body of one fine, intelligent, sarcastic, polite, and gentlemanly redhead that managed to make her mind turn to goo, her heart beat do double time, and set her body on fire every time he sent a look her way, or smiled that charming smile of his, or simply brushed his arm against hers…
Ahem.
Yes, so, it was safe to say she wasn't use to any of that.
So imagine her surprise when she felt her pillow shifting very gently… and breathing… and had its own distinct smell of roses… and had extremely toned muscles (which surprised her because pillows were usually stuffed with cotton, not muscles) underneath the fabric that didn't feel like a normal pillowcase, but more like… a shirt…
Uhhhhh…
Her eyes shot open so fast that it almost hurt, wide and alert. They shifted around, taking in everything that the morning light bathed in its golden rays. Here's what she noticed:
There was a most curious and comfortable lump underneath her body that was hard and soft at the same time.
Hiroshi left his game system that was usually hidden underneath the coffee table out. She was sure to remember this so that she could tell dear Mommy
She was currently in a very intimate position with the said male character that she wasn't use to waking up next to every morning.
Here's the one thought that was going through her mind as she thought over the last thing she noticed that morning:
Oh shit.
Now here's her expression while repeating that one thought over and over in her head after that last thing that she noticed that morning:
o.O
And here's the reason why the author did this:
…
Mooooving on.
Mitsuyo's eyes darted up to the seemingly sleeping face of the said male character that she wasn't use to waking up next to (meaning the body of one fine, intelligent, sarcastic, polite, and gentlemanly redhead that managed to make her mind turn to goo, her heart beat do double time, and set her body on fire every time he sent a look her way, or smiled that charming smile of his, or simply brushed his arm against hers…). Thinking that he truly was asleep, she slowly, gently, slid her leg out from in-between his own very slender (yet muscular) legs, inwardly frowning at the loss she was feeling from losing the comforting warmth. Nodding to herself, saying quietly that that part was done, she then unlocked her arms from behind him, and gradually brought them back to her side.
She smiled with relief, then turned around to get out of the bed…
…only to find herself being pulled back on down.
The only thing that escaped her lips was a small, squeaky eep! before falling silent out of shock, and a tiny bit of fear, as she felt Kurama bury his head in the back of her neck and breathing in deep. He sighed with a light smile on his lips, shifting slightly to secure his hold on her waist. Her back stiffened, and she had to force herself to swallow. They stayed like that for a while, before Mitsuyo gathered enough courage to speak.
"Uh… S-Suichi?" she stuttered out, her voice barely over a whisper.
"Hmmm?" he murmured back with a playful smile.
"W-What are you doing?"
He shifted again, digging his nose even more so in her hair. "Holding you."
"Um… why?" she asked again, regaining some -- meaning only a sliver -- of that spunk that she desperately needed at that moment. It was the only thing that stopped her from becoming just like his fan girls…
He didn't answer. Instead, he said, "You smell like rain."
"And you smell like roses," she blurted out thoughtfully, before shaking her head and saying, "Lemme go."
"Why?" he asked innocently, though the sensation of his lips near the skin of her neck suggested that he was smiling that same, annoying smile that turned her body into one nice big puddle.
"Because…"she started slowly. "I…think I hear my parents coming."
His head snapped up, and he released her from his embrace, not because he was afraid of her parents seeing them like that, but because they were, in fact, coming down the stairs, and he just realized that this teasing that he had planned for her was backfiring.
Mitsuyo snickered evilly, taking his submissive response the wrong way, and settled back down into the bed to ready herself for another round of wonderful, blissful sleep.
"Honey?"
Okay, forget that.
"Time to wake up, you've got school."
Damn.
~`*`~
"This sucks, man."
Kurama raised an eyebrow at her, and asked, "What does?"
Mitsuyo dragged her feet, staring unhappily at the ground, kicking at random rocks here and there. The two were currently on their way to their second-to-last day of school, with Mitsuyo back in her "disguise". This had somewhat disappointed Kurama; He didn't like it when she had to hide her true appearance.
"It's Thursday…"
Kurama continued to stare at her. "Yes, it is. Good job."
"Not funny!" she told him with a flare of anger before continuing her pouting. "It's just that… the only day slower than the last day of school is the second-to-last day of school. And guess what? It's the second-to-last day of school. Which means it'll be the damnest, slowest day of my friggin life…"
Kurama let out a small laugh. "You are overreacting, Miss Kajima."
Once again with the surname? Ugh.
"Suichi," Mitsuyo started with strained patience. "I am tired of telling you to stop with the name thing."
"Then don't tell me to stop anymore," came the smart-ass—delivered with such an innocent tone—response.
Oh, what a turn-on.
"Besides, I hardly think that the school schedule will affect the revolution of the planet," Kurama mused lightly. "If you don't think about it, time will not pass as slowly."
"But that's the thing," Mitsuyo told him in a smart tone. "It's natural for the teenage mind to foresee oncoming freedom and therefore anticipates its arrival. I'm not the only one who will be groaning about today nor will I be the only one groaning about tomorrow." She paused, sending her companion a suspicious look before adding, "I'm still trying to decide whether or not you qualify as a normal teenager."
Kurama remained silent, no comment escaping his mouth as he continued to walk towards the school. Mitsuyo took his silence with pride, and strode next to him with a impish smile on her lips.
Ah, the bliss of beating her companion in a wit contest, the prize being silence, is such a wonderful thing…
"PAR-TAY! WHOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!"
Ah, damn.
"What th' hell's going on here?" Mitsuyo asked flatly, raising an eyebrow at the chaos running freely around the building that was supposedly their school.
"I don't think I want to know…" Kurama answered in the same dull voice. He looked around, noticed a piece of colorful paper littering the ground, picked it up, read it, threw it away in a nearby trashcan, resumed watching the students holler and cheer as they danced around the school grounds for a few minutes, then said in a casual voice, "Apparently there's going to be a party this Friday at one of the Ocean View Cottages down by the beach."
"Huh? All the way out there? Aren't those suppose to be the biggest and best houses of all time?" she asked him before stopping, blinking, then looking up at him with a confused look. "Wait a sec—just how is it that you know so much without having to even read about it?"
"It's a gift."
"Huh." Then Mitsuyo looked down, frowned, also picked up one of the colorful flyers that swept by her feet, read it, dropped it, went back to staring idly at the screaming kids, then also added, "It's probably going to be from five to midnight. I wonder if Mom will let me stay up that late. Usually, she forces me to go to bed at ten or so by slipping me a sleeping pill with my drink at dinner. No matter where I look or how I avoid all that good stuff, she still manages to get me."
"Interesting."
"Eh, for now it is. Until I can figure out how she does it."
"True."
"Yup."
"So, d'ya wanna go?"
"We'll have to ask for permission. We have yet to receive an invitation from our supposed host."
"What if we don't get one?"
"Then we won't go."
"Can't we party crash?"
"No."
"Party pooper."
"No, we can't do that either," Kurama said in a somber voice, shaking his head sadly while Mitsuyo struggled not to react. As if the redhead deserved the pleasure of making her laugh.
Once again they fell quiet, watching with identical quirked eyebrows as some strange girl neither of them were particularly familiar with danced by.
"You guys coming to the party?" she asked tipsily, her voice a bit distorted by her constant twirling.
"We're considering it," Kurama answered lightly.
"Yeah, never know, it could be a mite entertaining," Mitsuyo added with a shrug and an innocent smile.
"Good, no party is a party without Suichi Minamino and…You-Know-Who" -- she said this motioning towards Mitsuyo, whose face went blank when the girl failed to remember her name -- "there!"
They watched her scamper off with identical casual expressions on their face before Mitsuyo lifted her hand and snapped with disappointment.
"Darn," she murmured to herself.
"What is it?" Kurama asked with concern.
"You-Know-Who is too busy giving the Wizard Community hell, so he won't be able to attend Friday's party," she explained with pity. "I guess I'll just have to go in his honor and hope that they'll understand."
"What in the world are you referring to?" he asked her with a puzzled expression.
Mitsuyo sighed in exasperation. "Don't you read?" Pausing at the ridiculousness of her question, she continued, "Never mind, Suichi, let's just get ready for class before we get caught hanging out with these idiots and are forced to spend countless hours picking up numerous flyers for the upcoming party this Friday."
Kurama just stared after her with that same dazed, drawn-out look he was gazing at her with that early morning. Once again, that voice told him that he was in deep trouble.
No emotional attachments, Koenma said…how can that be possible if the one you aren't suppose to care for is as unique as her?
~`*`~
It was amazing how quiet Homeroom class was after the ruckus everyone had made exactly five minutes before the bell rang. Of course, it wasn't completely silent because that's just plain unheard of; it still had the ever present whispers of the upcoming party, something that everyone seemed to be transfixed on, no matter who tried to change the topic to something else.
"See?" Mitsuyo whispered to Kurama from her place behind him. "I told you—the more you think about something, the slower it comes. It's undeniable logic, I can't see how you don't understand it."
Kurama simply shook his head, and said quietly, "Time is an illusion of the mind. It does not choose when to slow or speed up its progress. Time will come, it is inevitable."
Mitsuyo tore her gaze away from the back of the passive red-head's…head, and instead pinned it on the form of the teacher that was just leaving the classroom. "Yu-huh. So you say…"
"Everyone?" The voice belonged to that one girl that Mitsuyo was sure everybody hated but pretended to admire and worship.
Mayami Hoshi.
She stood up from her desk, now that the teacher was gone, and spread her arms wide, wearing the cheesiest grin Mitsuyo ever did see. It was obvious the amount of make-up she wore due to light reflecting off of her lips, layer upon layer of blush and eyeshadow shinning for everybody to see.
"I just want to say that I would like everybody to come to the party I'm throwing tonight," she told us all in a tone practically dripping with honey. "I want to make sure I remember everyone, have a picture of everyone before I move away and sadly never see you all again…"
Insert numerous remarks and comments along the lines of "Ooooh, Mayami, we'll miss you, I love you, we'll never forget you, you're my idol" yada yada yada…
She gave another plastic cheeky smile before saying, "I'd appreciate it if you guys try to hold back on the drinking and stuff…my parents will only be gone a couple days and the servants are strained enough as it is. Please take this to heart and just do your best to have a clean party."
Bet she was paid to do that, Mitsuyo thought to herself as she coughed outwardly to cover up her snort of disbelief. Or she had serious blackmail from her folks, like "If you mar one pillow in this room, no more cell phone privileges"…which is probably like taking away her life force….heh, heh, heh…I just got an evil idea…
"No problem" were what echoed throughout the empty classroom.
"Thank you!" she squealed joyfully -- obviously a great actress -- and quickly jumped back into her seat as the door opened again.
"Well, class, we have five minutes until you're first period class, so I have a couple announcements to make… First off…"
~`*`~
For Mitsuyo, it was strange having classes with Kurama with him knowing her secret and everything. They seemed to be closer somehow. When there was a subject that required a partner, he was instantly at her side, and she couldn't have been happier knowing that she was garunteed an 'A' on those reports thanks to him…or, at least, that's what she told herself when she felt that giddy feeling in her stomach every time he asked her, "Do you mind being my partner for this project, Mr. Yamamoto?"
Well, what kind of girl would she be if she said, "Hell yes, idiot"?
So, yes, she was definitely going to have a better grade in the class since everyone knew all the important things that make up the semester/year grade always come at the end of the semester/year. Who could blame her for being estatic?
The only downside Mitsuyo could find with the sudden chummy-chummy deal between her and Kurama was that there was that possibility that rumors would start about them. She was quite aware of the fact that she did little to starve the fact that she may or may not be "gay", for lack of a better word in her situation. It was most obvious that girls were going to start looking at her strangely since she was "hogging him to himself!"
Mitsuyo wasn't sure if Kurama was aware of these things -- he had made a habit of completely ignoring everything that his fans were saying about him -- so she tried to remember to remind herself to remember to ask him about it when she had the chance.
When lunch came around (Kurama was right, time was definitely speeding by), she was slightly surprised and comforted by the fact that she wasn't going to be sitting alone that mealtime.
"Do you always sit alone?" he asked when she had told him this fact.
"Yeah, but I usually don't mind," she answered with a shrug. "Most of the time I take my lunch outside and eat underneath that big oak tree facing the field. It's quiet there, and the birds are quite good listeners when you want to talk nastily about someone."
"Don't tell me—Miss Hoshi?"
"Am I too obvious?"
"I don't understand why you don't like her. True, she can be a bit…placid in the intelligent category, but she does have her moments. She is, after all, hosting the party that seems to have everyone riled."
"I don't care how placid or generous she can be. I still think, and will always think, that she's a bitch of trouble. Not to mention the fact that she's the kind of person that would run into a wall, and not only do it multiple times before realizing it won't move, but will also say "watch where you're going!" the first few times of doing so." Here, Mitsuyo had even attempted to mimic Mayami's voice, but didn't do too good of a job. "Honestly, I think she's met her match, finding one of the few objects that won't cower in fear of being socially destroyed. Can you picture that? "Don't go near that wall, I hear it got infestation when it was talking to the recess door." Ha. That'd be fun."
Kurama chuckled at her witty jokes, unable to think of a better way to describe "Miss Hoshi". "Have you ever considered being a stand-up comedian, Miss Kajima?"
"I think I'd get tired," she joked. "Will I still be considered a stand-up comedian if I sit on a stool for the majority of my skits?"
"Good question," he jested in turn.
The two strayed into companionable silence, what with Mitsuyo staring out the windows of the cafeteria, and Kurama focusing on his lunch.
"Math's next," Mitsuyo stated lamely with a sigh.
"Indeed."
More silence.
Mitsuyo really wanted to bring up the subject of the rumors and stuff, just so that he'd be aware, so she did it the best way she could.
"Hey, Suichi?"
"Yes?"
Here it goes…
"How many people do you wanna bet think you're gay?"
Well, that didn't turn out right.
Kurama stared at her.
And stared.
And stared.
And stared.
And—
"I would hope very little people think of me as such, but I don't doubt that that particular worry has crossed my mind during the past few years," he answered placidly.
"Right," Mitsuyo replied with a sheepish shrug. After a beat of silence, she questioned again, a bit more successfully, "Why are you hanging out with me? I mean, I would've thought that you'd have just gone around doing the same old thing like you usually do."
Kurama seemed to muse over this, for he had that thoughtful expression on his face. He smiled then, and answered, "My daily routine could use a change every now and then, Miss Kajima. It matters not to me. What does matter, however, is the welfare of those that I consider to be my friends, such as my host for this summer, and that she is tended to accordingly. For example, you seemed like you'd appreciate some company, and I decided I would provide it."
"You don't have to, y'know," she murmured with a half-hearted smile. Inwardly, Mitsuyo decided to let the "Miss Kajima" slide. Just this once.
"I am well aware of that," Kurama chided warmly, yet there was a firm, stern tone behind it that warned her not to argue with what he was to say next. "But I am also aware of the fact that there is little I'd rather do instead."
.:AN:.
To be honest, I have no idea what to call this chapter. Well, I mean I don't know how to describe it. It certainly didn't turn out to be as serious as I planned it to be, but it was shorter, it was more sarcastic, and it was everything I had hoped for it to be…kinda. The next chapter should be fun because that's when the action comes in, y'know? Yup, that's right—demons are also gonna be at that party (besides Kurama and stuff. I meant the bad guys). So…a little encouragement wouldn't hurt, eh…? After all, I have yet to write the chapter, and it may not be as good as the ones before it…but if enough people review, then who knows? It might be better! Yay for betterness!
And, yes, that was a Harry Potter reference at the end of that first section, there. I couldn't help it, I've got my mind full of it. It took me two days to finish the book, and I've been reading it over and over and over, and it just won't leave me alone! ARGH! (sigh) aw, well….yeah. And, in case you were wondering, NO, this will NOT be a Harry Potter Crossover. NO HP XOVER, OKAY? The reference was just for fun. Okay? Okay.