Angel's Cry

by XxWinterWindxX

BETTER SUMMARY INSIDE! Mika is close to losing her mind when she meets Kurama. Can he turn her life around? But when it's discovered that Mika has a connection with a both mysterious & dangerous force, their love is put to the the ultimate test. KURAMAxOC

19. Little Red Dress

Summary: For Mika, life is a constant struggle for survival. After some very unfortunate situations, she has isolated herself and is dangerously close to losing her sanity. That is, until she meets Kurama who turns her life upside down. But things begin to get out of control when it is discovered that she could have a strange connection to a mysterious legendary force that could be plotting a major takeover of all three worlds! Could her misery be nothing more than a cruel twist of fate or is this all connected to something even bigger?

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho... yet. Muhahaha! :)

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Angel's Cry

Chapter 18

"Little Red Dress"

Excuse the long wait; I've been dealing with some personal problems... But here's an XXXL CHAPTER TODAY! READ WHEN YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TIME; IT'S CRAZY LONG! GET READY FOR MAJOR CUTENESS. Enjoy, lovelies!

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"Kuramaaaa..."

Kurama's eyebrows shot up in alarm at the sound of his voice being called. He scanned the room around him; his detective skills taking over as he slowly set down his book and rose to his feet. He was in the living room, and it seemed that the voice had come from upstairs. His family had left not too long ago to watch a movie, and he was supposed to be the only one in the house. He crept toward the stairs.

"Kuramaaaa..."

He remained silent as he reached into his hair and pulled out a seed just in case he needed a weapon to defend himself. His bright verdant eyes were wide and alert, searching for any signs of movement. He couldn't see anything from his position from the foot of the stairs. He began to silently ascend the stairwell until he was peeking around the corner into the empty hall.

"Who's there?" he called out.

A voice sighed from within the depths of his bedroom, and he realized that the door was ajar. Certainly not the way he had left it. Positive that he had the intruder cornered, he let his energy flare into the seed in his hand causing it to elongate into his signature Rose Whip. He crept down the corridor and called out, "Show yourself."

"It's only me," a soft feminine voice answered quietly.

He immediately recognized the voice to be none other than Mika's. Sighing, he lowered his weapon.

"Kurama," she called from the bedroom, "Hurry..."

His eyes narrowed as he hurried into his room. What was happening? Different scenarios ran through his mind. Was she hurt? Did she need his help? He threw open the door, and slashed his whip out in front of him to deflect any possible attacks that would be thrown his way. He wasn't stupid after all; her voice could easily have been used as a bait to lure him in.

Nothing attacked him and he lowered his weapon, but what he saw completely caught him off guard. The room was as hazy as a smoking parlor, and the rolling fog was so thick that his legs seemed to disappear. The heavy smell of a musky perfume filled the humid room. His eyes scanned the room carefully for any signs of an attacker; his whip was clutched tightly in his right hand. When he couldn't sense anyone other than Mika and himself nor see anyone, he let the whip shrink back into its seedling state before he returned it to his hair. A small giggle caught his attention, and he called out Mika's name.

"I'm right here..." she purred, causing him to freeze in his tracks. She didn't sound like herself. Her voice was slurring and husky. The way she spoke to him made him uncomfortable. That voice belonged to a sex goddess, not his best friend.

He stepped forward, only to feel something crunch beneath his feet. He reached down and his fingers curled around a large manila folder. She encouraged him to open it from within the depths of the smoke, and he obliged and reached inside. His eyes widened when out of the folder he withdrew a single piece of heavy-duty card stock Several pictures... dirty pictures had been glued onto the surface and he dropped it as quickly as if he had reached into a hot stove without gloves. His face flamed red in embarrassment as the image of her naked body was burned into his brain.

"Mika," his voice was stern despite how much he was shaking. He didn't understand what was going on-and it frightened him. He needed to know what the hell was going on. "Come out where I can see you. What do you think you're doing?"

"I hope you like them, Kurama."

The smoke began to clear slightly, and he caught sight the woman's slender silhouette lurking near the wall. She stepped forward into the light, and he felt his breath catch in the back of his throat. Her long hair fanned out around her face in loose waves. Her eyes were sultry and smoky and rimmed darkly with kohl. She smiled coquettishly at him as she ran a hands along the curves of her body. His eyes followed her hands before he snapped them back up to look her in the eyes. She stared him down, her chocolate gaze never wavering or turning away from his emerald one.

"Of course," she placed a hand uncharacteristically on her hip, and continued talking as if she hadn't noticed his shocked and horrified expression. "I did have a bit of help. I couldn't pose and take the pictures myself!"

What could have possibly possessed Mika to think that it was no big deal to pose naked like a cheap whore and show the photos off? And who in the world could have possibly helped her to take these photos? He felt his rage boiling over as he thought of the sleazy pervert who would have been ogling her body. The bastard probably kept most of the pictures, and sold some them to God-knows-where and made a fortune off of them! His teeth ground together angrily.

"I'm not that despicable, Shuichi." a familiar voice laughed, "I wouldn't sell them- I'd keep them."

Kurama turned and watched in shock as Youko Kurama swept into the room. The spirit fox grinned mischievously as he brought a small digital camera to his face.

"These human devices are quite peculiar yet interesting. This one captures moments in time," he said as he pressed down on the shutter button. "Smile, Shuichi." He laughed at the image of a dumbfounded Kurama staring blankly at him before he turned it off and tossed it in the direction of the bed.

"This isn't possible!" Kurama yelled, "How can you be here?"

"Don't worry about it," Mika cooed as she stepped forward and snaked her arms around the redhead's waist. She pressed her body against his, and he could feel the heat rolling off her skin and he could see down her low-cut shirt. She glanced up at him through long lashes, her gaze lustful and full of longing. "Won't you stay the night with me, Kurama?"

"Mika." He immediately knew where the conversation was going, and he cut her off before she could say any more. He broke her hold around his waist, and he pushed her away lightly. "I would never sleep with you."

"...You don't want me?"

He felt his stomach twist into a knot when her face crumpled and hurt took over her features. He didn't know what to say nor did he know what to do. He wasn't going to sleep with her-she was his best friend for God's sake! He opened his mouth to speak but then snapped it shut once more. This situation had completely thrown him off guard and he had no idea about how he should handle it.

"Don't you feel the way I do?"

He couldn't bring himself to say 'no' to her question. He was just so damned confused! He let out a sigh as she continued to badger him.

"Kurama, I want you to know that it's wouldn't be just sex to me," she breathed as she reached out and captured his hand in hers. She ran her thumb across his skin, and he shuddered at the contact. "I care for you. Don't you feel anything for me?" she pressed; tears welled up in her eyes.

He pulled his hand away from hers as he opened his mouth and forced out the words. "You are my best friend Mika-that is all."

"I can be more than your best friend."

"No."

"Don't you think I'm pretty?" Her climbed to another octave as her voice hitched with hysteria, "Or am I completely undesirable?"

"This is nonsense," Youko growled, and the silver haired woman disappeared from sight in a blur of white and red. Kurama's head whipped around and he spotted her lying on the bed. Youko loomed dangerously over her slender frame, his face hidden by a curtain of silver hair. He was nearly on top of her, and his hands caressed her face gently. She let out a sniffle beneath him, and Kurama watched in shock as Youko ruffled her hair. "Don't shed any tears for him, Mika."

"What do you think you are doing?"

"You're a coward, Shuichi." Youko turned his gaze away from the human beneath him to glare at the redhead. He seemed irritated with him, "If you won't give this girl what she needs, then I will."

"What do you mean by that?" he hissed.

"It's quite simple, Shuichi. She needs a lover's touch," Youko answered as he returned his attention to Mika who had fallen silent. He seemed to know that Kurama was going to protest because he added, "You've given her friendship. Now she needs more, but you refused her. She's fair game. Now, if you don't mind..."

Youko wanted to sleep with Mika?

Kurama shook his head in disbelief, "You can't do that!"

"Watch me."

Kurama clenched his fists as Youko smirked at him before turning to lavish attention onto Mika. His long fingers trailed across her skin as he leaned forward to press his lips against hers. Kurama's lips tightened into a thin line, and he squeezed his eyes shut. His fists were clenched so tightly that he could feel his fingernails piercing his palms as he shook. His breathing became rapid as he struggled to keep his anger under control. None of this made any sense! How the hell did Youko get there? What in the world was going on with Mika? Why was she just laying there and allowing things to continue as they were? It wasn't as if she could fight the fox off, but she could at least struggle. Kurama reached into his hair and withdrew a seed. He knew that there was no way that he could fight off the legendary spirit fox. In his human form, they were practically helpless-but that wouldn't stop him from trying. He opened his eyes when a soft moan and the sound of the bed creaking reached his ears. His vision turned red as he watched - in jealousy? - as Mika sat up so that she was pressed against Youko's chest. She was kissing the fox back with just as much eagerness as she threw her arms around him. It was the last straw.

"Rose Whiplash!" Kurama roared as the rose in his hand flashed with his energy before it extended. He swung the vine through the air but before he could take aim at the spirit fox, he felt something collide into his stomach. The air whooshed out of his lungs as he was sent hurtling backwards through the air. He collided into the desk behind him, sending the computer monitor toppling over and scattering all his papers and pens. He let out a yelp when something wrapped around his foot and hoisted him up into the air causing him to drop his weapon.

"You are a fool to attempt to challenge me, Shuichi."

Kurama wheezed in an effort to get the air back into his crushed lungs. He glared up at Youko who was now standing in front of him, a disappointed frown across his face. A vine snaked around his arm, and Kurama realized that that was what Youko had used to capture him. He hung helplessly upside down and growled in anger when Youko's vine curled around his body to prevent him from using his arms and legs.

Mika sat up on the bed watching the conflict with a deep frown on her face. She glared at Kurama before she turned her attention to Youko and demanded, "Youko, come back to bed with me."

"Patience, Mika." A smirk slithered its way across the bandit's face as he watched the redhead's temper flare once more. "Shuichi, I know better than anyone that you are not incompetent. I can smell your rage. Why are you so protective of her? Why does this anger you so much?"

The teenager remained silent.

"You wish that it had been you on that bed with her a moment ago." Youko continued to taunt him. If his grin could get any bigger, the fox would have disappeared behind it. "Does it make you burn with envy to know that it would be my name she screams, and not yours?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Admit the truth-why does it make you so angry?"

"Because she is my-"

"No, that is not the only reason. It's because you love her, you fool." He knew that Kurama was about to yell back but he silenced him. "It is pathetic to lie to me, but even more so to lie to yourself. We share the same body-the same spirit. Your repressed feelings for her run so deep that they have begun to affect me and it irritates me. If you'd only admit it to yourself, I can finally relax."

"Is this why you're here, Youko?" Kurama demanded, "To pressure me into admitting something that completely ridiculous so that you can sleep?"

"It is not ridiculous," the spirit fox laughed, "It's an intervention of sorts, you could say."

"You're just going to have to be disappointed," he retorted, his green eyes narrowed.

"That's fine with me," Youko shrugged as he made his plant disappear causing Kurama to fall to a heap on the ground. The redhead pushed himself up to his feet and watched as the silver haired bandit made his way back to the bed. "I've been locked inside for far too long; I could use a good romp. Would you leave? Unless of course, you'd like to watch... maybe you can learn a trick or two..."

"I told you-"

"Shuichi!"

The two men quieted down and turned to stare at the woman who sat on the bed. Her eyes were wide and unfocused. She opened her mouth again and called out Kurama's human name.

"What's wrong, Mika?" Kurama questioned as he raced to her side. She never called him by his human name unless they were around people who knew him in the Human Realm. His eyes shot to his bedroom door. Had his mother come home without him realizing?

"Our time is up," Youko said as he folded his arms tightly across his broad chest.

"Shuichi, wake up!" Mika screeched. "Wake up!"

"What?"

"It's time to get up, Shuichi!" she repeated, her voice tense and urgent. "Get up!"

The room began to shake wildly, and both the foxes dived forward to catch the woman who nearly fell over. Kurama growled angrily at Youko who just grinned arrogantly back at him.

"What is going on, Youko?" he questioned. The room around them began to shimmer and shake as his vision began to blur. Mika and Youko just faded into dark silhouettes as a blinding light filled the room, engulfing everything that it touched. Kurama shielded his eyes before he let out a startled yell as the room flipped upside down and he began to fall.

Youko's voice seemed far away as he answered Kurama's question.

"It's time for you to wake. Don't forget what we've discussed."

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Kurama jolted awake when he collided into the floor. His eyes snapped open and his breath caught in the back of his throat. He pushed himself up from the floor and looked around himself through heavily-lidded eyes. He was sitting on the floor of his bedroom; the blankets tangled around his legs in a messy heap.

"You're finally awake!"

The fox's head whipped in the direction the voice came from, and he calmed down when he realized that it was only Kakota. He glanced back at his bed and realized that the younger boy must have managed to push him off of his bed.

The boy frowned down at his older stepbrother and helped him up from the floor. "I've been trying to wake you up!" he complained with an irritated huff, "Shiori says that it's time to go! We were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago!"

"I apologize, Kakota." Kurama said as he hurried to his closet to find something to wear. "Give me a few moments and I will be ready to go."

The younger sibling nodded as he turned to leave, "Okay, but hurry! Dad's getting impatient."

Kurama let out a sigh when he heard his brother close the door behind him. He hurriedly stripped out of his pajamas before he pulled on a clean pair of slacks and a maroon turtleneck. He quickly moved into the bathroom and frowned when he noticed the purple bags that began to gather beneath his eyes. He quickly combed through his wild mane before he withdrew a razor and shaving cream from the medicine cabinet.

Damn you, Youko, he hissed in his mind as he began to shave. And damn you Kuwabara and Yusuke!

The conversation that he had had with Yusuke and Kuwabara the day he had asked Mika to the dance had really began to mess with his head. It had gotten so bad that all week he had had dreams, all of which somehow included her. He was absolutely humiliated that he couldn't control his own wandering mind. Every night he had dreamed of her. And in each dream she would relentlessly offer herself to him. He could see the adoration and the absolute love in her eyes, and it pained him each time he had to watch her disappointment when he refused her. He wouldn't get close to her. Not that way. He cherished her friendship, and he would never risk it for a one-night stand. Friendship was good. It was safe.

"Safety is for the cowardly," Youko whispered in the back of his mind. "Take the plunge, Shuichi."

"Shut up, Youko!" Kurama growled. "I am tired of your meddling. Get out of my mind!"

"Trust me; I wish that I could."

Sighing, he flicked the light off in the bathroom when he was finished. He pushed back into his room and began to gather his belonging when a flash of color caught his attention. The LED light on his cell phone was blinking red. He reached for it, and he saw that he had received a text message about thirty minutes earlier. He must have been so tired that he hadn't even heard the phone ring.

FROM: MIKA (CELL). 10:53 AM
good morning... just wanted to make sure that u r ok because u never called me back yesterday. hiei came over and i sent him out to buy a tux, and i'm waiting for him to come back. do u have a tie he could borrow? let me know...

He frowned before he typed back a response.

REPLY TO: MIKA (CELL). 11:36 AM.
I am sorry for not calling back yesterday, Mika. Things have been very busy. Yes, I have a tie that he may borrow. Please tell Hiei that I will leave it on the windowsill for him.

He pressed 'send', shoved the device into his pocket, and he headed downstairs to meet his awaiting family. He could feel the growing pool of guilt welling up within the pit of his stomach. Truthfully, he had been avoiding Mika all week. He purposely ignored her phone calls and he would only respond to some of her text messages. It made him feel awful, but he had no idea what else to do. He didn't think he could look her in the eyes after all the dreams he had had of her. He was certain that if he faced her, his face would burst into flames and she would immediately know that something was wrong and question her. What would he tell her? "Mika, last night I dreamed that you were stripping for me?" No. He would never admit to anyone that he couldn't control his lusty mind.

But that wasn't the only thing that was bothering him. Botan had come to him after the girls had gone shopping for their dresses the week before, and she had told him everything that had happened. He couldn't believe what she had told him. The very idea of it had him sick with worry. Mika was already skating on thin ice! Koenma had too much evidence that could be used against her. This piece of information could be the last that was needed to break the ice, and it could plunge her into hot water. The evidence was pretty damning, and Kurama knew that he was an idiot for ignoring the facts. But his gut was telling him that she was innocent. She had to be! The thought that she could possibly be deceiving him made him feel sick to his stomach, but he pushed the cruel thoughts of his head. She was innocent. He trusted her. From what he had gathered, Botan and Shizuru thought her to be innocent as well because of Mika's own reaction when she had seen the ghost for herself. It made him feel a bit better that he had others on his side to stick up for Mika, but the fact that an apparition was stalking his best friend still didn't sit well with him. He couldn't believe that he had dragged her into this mess. If forming a friendship with her had gotten her mixed up in this situation, he didn't want to think about what would happen if he started to feel anything more for her. It was just too dangerous. He had already gone through this once with another girl, Maya, and he wasn't willing to go through it again. He wouldn't put Mika any more danger than she was already in. If it meant having Youko bother him forever, he would deal with it.

"Are you ready to go, Shuichi?"

Kurama turned to Shiori who was smiling at him from across the room. She stood by the front door and was shrugging on a powder blue parka. He nodded as he moved forward and snatched his own coat off of the coat rack beside the front door. She called up the stairs to announce to her husband and stepson that it was time to leave, while Kurama pulled on his own coat. His thoughts were still on Mika as his family finally managed to make it out the front door and piled into the car.

He leaned his head against the cool window as he looked up at the pale sky. A small frown played across his lips.

I promise I won't ruin things, Mika.

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"Hiei, stop moving!"

It was Christmas Eve morning, and Mika had discovered that Hiei didn't have a tuxedo and he needed one for the Christmas party. So she sent him out with just enough money and directions to buy a tuxedo of his choice from the local bridal store while she attempted to clean the house. Not only had he arrived thirty minutes later with a dirty tuxedo, he had chosen one that was at least two sizes too large. He had thrown away the receipt as well, so now she had no choice but to attempt to alter the damned thing.

But, Hiei was making things much more difficult than they honestly needed to be. She knelt at the demon's feet, and she was yanking at his pant legs in a desperate attempt to keep him still. He glared down at her, his ruby eyes filled with irritation.

"Damn it, woman!" he roared, "I swear if you poke me with those damn needles one more time-"

"If you would stop moving then we wouldn't be having that problem, now would we?"

"Do you even know what you're doing?" he demanded.

"Of course I do!" she snapped, "I worked as a seamstress for two years."

"You're not very good at it."

"Screw you, Hiei," she hissed before she let out a deep sigh. "This isn't going to work. We're just going to have to take this to be professionally altered. I don't have time for this."

She stood up and ran her fingers through her long hair. Hiei was more than happy to step down off of the Japanese low table-their makeshift platform- and he reached down and began to yank the needles out of the fabric of his pants. He looked up when he heard her let out a frustrated sigh before she plopped onto the couch.

"What's your problem?"

"Nothing," she lied as she stretched in an attempt to stretch her aching muscles.

All this week her emotions had been getting the best of her. She could feel the control that she had finally gained over her life slipping, and she did not like it one bit. It made her feel anxious, and her old habits were rearing their ugly heads once more. She was lacking energy because she hadn't been eating as well as she should, and she barely got any sleep this week because of all the thoughts that kept her up at night. It wasn't good, and she wasn't going to get any better until she could tackle the problems bothering her.

Firstly, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Ever since she had seen that ghostly apparition staring back at her in the mirror, she found herself constantly looking over her shoulder, expecting to see someone hovering over her. There was never anyone there. She remembered the frightened looks on Botan and Shizuru's faces and she couldn't help but wonder if they had seen the ghost as well. She hadn't seen them since that day, and she didn't bother to contact them and ask about the situation. If they didn't see it, she didn't want to alert them. After all, she was a prime suspect in Koenma's case and how would this look to him and everyone else? She could just pray that if they did see something that they would keep their mouths shut.

Second of all, the show. She wished that she had never agreed to be the substitute pianist for the restaurant's band. She had been so busy with all the practices and rehearsals that she didn't have time for anything else. Each day this week was spent at the restaurant from noon all the way until closing time at 11 o'clock. She and the band would practice, and practice, and practice until they couldn't possibly play anymore. She could tell that the endless rehearsals were taking a toll not only on her, but on all the band members as well. Everyone was tired and their performances were very lackluster in the evenings. This was the band's biggest gig since their formation two years ago, and they were all determined to make sure that they rocked the festival. She could only hope that tonight they would be able to perform with all their energy to impress their special guests.

Lastly, Christmas had completely sneaked up on her. She hadn't even begun her present shopping and it was already Christmas Eve. She had been planning to use her day off to go present hunting before it was time to go to the cafe for the show. But then the situation with Hiei had thrown her off schedule, and she only had a few more hours to get all of her shopping done. Was she feeling the pressure?

Definitely.

Luckily for her the Christmas holidays would be over with very soon, and she could finally regain some control over her crazy schedule and sort through the rest of her problems. But for now, she'd just have to cope the best way she could.

"You haven't eaten," Hiei noted as he nodded at the plate of soggy pancakes on the table. She glanced at the plate and shrugged. She had only made a few for herself this morning but she had only nibbled at them for a few moments before shoving the plate aside. She could hear the little nagging voices in her head again, but she wasn't going to let Hiei know that.

"I wasn't very hungry," she said as she let out a sigh as she stretched across the couch and rested her head on the armrest. She took in the disapproving look on the fire demon's face and frowned. "What?"

"You're going to relapse if you don't start taking care of yourself. If this is about that apparition in the mirror, then stop worrying."

Her head snapped up at his comment, and she could feel her face pale as he glanced at her knowingly. She pushed herself up so that she was sitting upright. Her hands began to shake nervously, and her voice wavered as she asked him, "Y-You know?"

He nodded as he shrugged out of his tuxedo jacket, revealing a tattered black tank top. He tossed the jacket onto the couch beside her and took a seat on the table in front of her. His garnet eyes gauged her reaction, and he stared at her intensely. He watched her squirm beneath his gaze, and he shook his head.

"H-How did you find out?"

"I overheard a conversation between Kurama and Botan. Apparently, she and Shizuru saw it as well."

So the two girls did know about the ghost. Shit! And they had told Kurama about it!

"Does anyone else know about this?" she questioned.

"No."

She could feel despair crash over her as she lowered her head to hide her face behind her hands. "This is really bad, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Do you think Koenma will believe my side of the story?"

"Doubt it."

She groaned, "What am I going to do, Hiei?"

"Keep your mouth shut," he replied in a stiff voice. "The less people that know about this, then the better. Koenma doesn't need to know anything."

"But-"

"Do you want to go to jail?"

"Of course not!" she frowned, "And I understand your point, Hiei. I really do. But what if this thing that's following me is dangerous?"

"Everything is being taken care of. Most likely it's a rouge spirit that's taken a liking to you."

Hiei's voice was getting snappier by the minute, and Mika knew she was beginning to irritate him but she couldn't help it. She was scared. "It still looks suspicious if a ghost is following me around all day."

"Which is why Botan has special wards to give to you to get rid off the damn thing until we can figure out what is going on."

"But-"

"Just stop worrying, woman!" he growled, "You're beginning to irritate me now."

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Don't apologize," he snapped. "That irritates me even more."

"Sorry..."

"You just did it again. Let's just go so we can get this damn suit fixed."

"...Okay."

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"Kakota, please behave yourself!"

Downtown Tokyo was abuzz with holiday activities. The buildings were decked out with glittering lights and decorations, each display just as beautiful as the next. The stores were arranged in Christmas decor and bright signs decorated the windows in efforts to attract last-minute holiday shoppers. A deathly chill hung in the air and snow fell heavily from the gray sky, but that didn't stop the crowd of people who littered the streets of the city's merchant district in desperate attempts to find their last-minute gifts. After all, it was Christmas Eve.

The Hatanaka-Minamino family slowly weaved their way through the crowd of shoppers. Kurama just shook his head as he attempted to suppress a chuckle when he saw his younger stepbrother press his face against a window and peered inside the shop. The young boy's mischievous features were twisted with childlike glee and excitement. Kakota's biological father and Kurama's stepfather, Kazuya, stood behind his son and placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned and sent Shiori an apologetic smile before he turned to pry his son away from the window.

"Mother, let me carry those bags," Kurama insisted as he watched his mother shift them from one hand to another.

"Don't worry about me, Shuichi," she just smiled at him. "I'm perfectly capable of carrying these."

"I understand," he persisted as a sly grin spread across his face, "But aren't you the one who taught me that a man should always be courteous to a lady?"

"I did, didn't I?" Shiori giggled as she looked at her son. She reached up with her free hand and cupped his cheek before a bright smiled spread across her aging face. "I am so proud of you, son."

Kurama could feel the corners of his mouth twitching into a frown, but he forced a smile before he reached out and wrapped his arms around her petite frame so she couldn't see his face. He didn't want her to see the guilt that was sure to spread across his face. He squeezed her lightly before he released her. She smiled and squeezed his hand before she turned to catch up with the rest of the family. He strolled behind her at a slight slower pace; millions of thoughts zipped through his mind at once.

Maybe he should just call Mika and cancel their date to the dance? He'd just lie and tell her that Shiori needed help preparing for tomorrow. She would understand, and she had all their friends at the dance with her! She would be alright without him-wouldn't she? He shook his head. It would be rude of him to flake on her. But what else could he possibly do?

"Shuichi, it looks like you'll actually be able to carry some bags today," Shiori said, causing the redhead to snap out of his thoughts. He looked at her questioningly and began to reach out to lessen her burden, but she shook her head and pointed ahead of them. "Here comes Mika and your little friend-what was his name? -oh, Hiei!"

Kurama looked up and could feel his stomach knot up. Indeed, it was Mika approaching them. On her arms she carried at least five shopping bags that looked heavy. Hiei strolled alongside her, his eyes already on the Fox's face. Kurama nodded in acknowledgment at him, but it seemed as if Mika hadn't even noticed him yet. This was good because it gave him a split-second to come up with an excuse to leave. Right now she was the last person that he wanted to see. Not because he didn't want to be around her, but because he was completely off his game today and he was way less than capable to deal with things. After learning about last week's little fiasco, and the added pressure from all the dreams he had this week... He couldn't handle it without blowing his fuse. He needed to avoid her at all costs.

"Mother, I think they're busy. Why don't we-"

"Mika!" Shiori called out loudly, "Mika, darling! Over here!"

GODDAMNIT, MOTHER!

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Mika let out a sigh and yanked the flaps of her hat down to protect her frostbitten ears. Hiei walked alongside her, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his cloak. She squinted as they trudged miserably through the slushy snow that had started to fall earlier that morning. She had just dropped off Hiei's tuxedo at the alteration shop, and she was now taking advantage of the wait to do some last minute present hunting at the downtown strip mall. People strolled down the winter streets and cars zoomed by. The sounds of the rushing wind and the quiet chattering of people comforted her as she peered through the windows of the various shops. She went through the list of names in her mind, and smiled when she realized that she was finished. She had finally managed to get everyone a gift. Now she and Hiei were on their way to the bridal shop to pick up his tuxedo.

"Let me carry one of those," Hiei demanded as he watched her shift the heavy bags from one hand to the other.

"No, I'm fine," she insisted as she moved her bags from one hand to another. On a regular day, she would have been glad to have his help. But right now she felt like being stubborn. She was in control of her own body and carrying five bags was something she could do... even if they were a bit heavy. She shifted the bags between her hands in an effort to balance the weight out on both sides of her body.

Hiei just watched her with a bored expression. "I will only offer once."

"Good," she snapped back sarcastically, "then I'll only have to refuse once."

A smirk spread across his elfish features at her answer, and she just smiled back at him before they fell into silence. She liked having Hiei accompany her on this shopping trip. Having him next to her made her safer as she strolled through the crowded streets. She still felt jumpy and anxious because every once in a while she felt as if someone were watching her. She cast another glance over her shoulder, and he rolled his eyes when he caught her.

"Stop worrying about it," he said simply.

"Hiei, I can't not worry about it," she sighed. "This is bad! I honestly have no idea what is going on, and I don't want to get in trouble."

"There is nothing you can do."

She sighed when she realized that he was right. Right now there was indeed nothing that she could do. She had no idea what was going on nor did she know how to resolve the problem. She could hardly wait for Botan to bring her the wards this evening. She knew that once she received them that it would ease her worries until her friends came up with a more permanent solution. She opened her mouth to say something else to Hiei but a joyful voice cut through their conversation.

"Mika, darling! Over here!"

She looked around, and what she saw made her want to fall over and die. She could feel her heart slamming itself against her rib cage as she watched the Hatanaka-Minamino family approach. Shiori led the way, a giddy smile stretched across her aging yet youthful face. Kurama followed a short distance behind, his eyes shooting to her face then away quickly before they settled on Hiei instead. Kakota and his father strolled along at an easy pace a few feet behind. They smiled and waved at her as they passed by to continue looking at the stores while Shiori and Kurama came over to chat.

"Mika! It's so good to see you!" Shiori gushed when the silverette set her bags down to allow the older woman to draw her into a tight hug.

Mika just smiled and returned the greeting in an effort not to offend her pseudo-mother. She could barely force herself to pay attention to the small talk that Shiori had begun. She was focused on Kurama who looked everywhere-except at her. She pressed her lips together tightly and her eyes began to water slightly. Hiei must have felt the tension rising in her because he came to the rescue and pulled the fox away quickly to start up a conversation. Although it made her sad that he was so pointedly ignoring her, she didn't want to talk to him either. He knew about the ghost. And she didn't want to hear the disappointment in his voice or see the accusing glare he'd be sure to send her. Would he believe her if she told him that she honestly had no clue as to what was going on?

"Shuichi," Shiori called out as she spun to wave her son over. "Don't be rude! Why haven't you said 'hello' to Mika?"

The silverette just forced a small smile and waved at Kurama. He returned the small smile as he approached them slowly while Hiei followed behind at an easy pace.

"Hello, Mika," he greeted her in a bland voice. "How are you?"

"I'm fine..." she replied in a stiff voice, and she could feel a small frown forming across her face at the tone he used with her. He was treating her as if she were an acquaintance that he really could care less about! He used that pleasant yet bland tone with people he didn't know well-not her!

Shiori chattered on for a few more moments before she gave the trio a bright smile, "I'm going to go catch up with Kazuya and Kakota." She gave Mika one last hug and just patted Hiei on the shoulder. "It was nice seeing you two again. Why don't you two join us for Christmas tomorrow? I miss your company."

Mika couldn't refuse so she just forced a smile and nodded, "Of course I'll come over, Shiori. You know how I love your cooking."

The older woman just grinned brightly, "Why, thank you dear! I will see you tomorrow; just come over whenever! Now, you kids play nicely!"

Kurama and Mika groaned causing Shiori to laugh, and Hiei just stood beside them with a bored expression on his face. After the woman had left, the silverette bent down to gather her shopping bags. Kurama noticed that she kept cutting her eyes away from him, and he realized that she was just as nervous around him as he was around her. He couldn't help but wonder if she knew that he knew about what happened.

"Hiei, why didn't you help her with these bags?" he scolded as he reached over to try and take a few, but she just swatted at his hands to stop him.

Hiei just glared up at the taller man with a frown, "Believe or not, Fox, I actually did offer her help. She refused."

Mika just shrugged before she turned to resume walking, "I'm a big girl. I can carry a few shopping bags on my own."

"Good, that means I'm finished with babysitting."

Mika turned to see Hiei spin on his heel to leave. She reached out and grabbed onto the sleeve of his cloak; her eyes were wide with anxiousness. Hiei couldn't leave her all alone with Kurama! It was already awkward, and if he left things were sure to get worse. The fire demon just stared at her strangely, and she could feel his irritation rising to the surface.

"You can't leave now!" she squeaked as she scrambled for an excuse, "I-I need you to come with me... to the alteration shop to pick up your tux!"

"Just leave it for me, and I will find it."

"But-"

Hiei just rolled his eyes as he yanked his arm away from her. He was obviously not going to entertain her nonsense any longer because he spun on his heel and began to walk away. Her eyes followed his back until he vanished into the crowd and turned down the nearest ally, no doubt to get away from all the noisy people crowding the streets. A moment of silence passed before Mika finally got the courage to look up at her last companion. Kurama was already looking at her, and she noticed the strange look in his emerald eyes. She forced a nervous smile at him and watched curiously as his face turned tomato red before he returned the gesture halfheartedly. She could feel the corners of her mouth twitching into a frown when his eyes cut away from hers and swept the streets as if he were searching for someone. She couldn't stand the way things were going. They had had their awkward moments before, but never before had he looked so desperate to get away from her.

Kurama seemed to find what he was looking for because he began to take a step forward as he spoke, "I'm sorry, Mika. But I must catch up to my family. Mother needs-"

"Kurama?" she squeaked meekly, interrupting him in the middle of his excuse. "Please... just talk to me for a moment?"

He cast one more glance in the direction of his family before his eyes returned to gauge the expression on her face. She was disappointed when she realized that he had once more slipped into his emotionless mask. He was hiding something from her, and she felt panic swell in her chest. It made her sad to think that he didn't trust her enough to let her in. Was he behaving this way towards her because he lost his trust in her?

"Alright."

"Can we talk somewhere a little more private?" she questioned, "It's important. We can go to the cafe... it's only a block from here and no one will bother us."

"Of course," he nodded. "I should let Mother know first, and then we can leave."

~.~.~.~.~

"Here you are: two hot chocolates!"

Mika and Kurama sat across from each other in a small booth. A waitress, who was new by the looks of her, hovered by their table. She smiled flirtatiously at the redhead as she set down the glass mug on the wooden tabletop. He ignored her, his eyes lowered as he pretended to focus on the menu before him. Mika clenched the handle of her own mug tightly as she glared at the woman.

"Will that be all?" the waitress purred as she leaned against the table, in an effort to catch the redhead's attention. "If you like, I can get you some free drinks-"

"Not this time," Kurama said pleasantly, "Thank you though."

"Alright," she giggled as she spun on her heel to attend to other awaiting customers, "If you need anything-anything at all- ask for Sakura, alright?"

"I will keep that in mind."

Mika made a mean face at the woman's retreating back. She looked at Kurama with a mischievous look in her eyes as she began to imitate the waitress's sultry voice. "Anything you want..."

Usually Kurama would've laughed, but this time his face flushed a bright red and he seemed to be uncomfortable. She didn't understand what she had done wrong, so she just smiled at him. He avoided her eyes, and she frowned at this. The walk to the cafe had been completely and utterly uneventful. They exchanged the superficial pleasantries: questioning about each other's week; their plans for Christmas Day; school; and work until there was absolutely nothing left to be said and they fell into an awkward silence. They had had their awkward moments before, but she had thought that those had stopped long ago. They sat for a few more minutes in complete silence as they sipped at their hot chocolate until she couldn't take it any longer. She looked up at him. He was now staring out the window at the shoppers and had his chin cradled in his palm. He let out a large yawn suddenly, and he covered his mouth before he apologized. She noticed just a hint of purple shadow gathering beneath his eyes.

"You look tired," she said softly.

He looked back up at her, his eyes catching hers for a moment before they shot off somewhere else. "As do you."

"I know; I haven't been getting much sleep."

"Why not?" he questioned in a toneless voice.

"Because of what happened... at the dress shop last week," she sighed as she set down her mug. "Hiei told me that you already know about what happened."

"I do. And Hiei knows as well?"

She nodded before she continued, "Kurama, I'm so sorry for not coming to you as soon as that happened. It's just that... I was scared. I don't know what is going on, and I knew that if Koenma found out... then I'm screwed." She had purposely left out Tsuki. He didn't need to know about her nor did he need to know about all the crazy dreams that she had been having. She continued on, her voice beginning to quiver. "I-I really hope that I haven't made you think twice about putting your trust in me. You're my best friend and I don't want anything to ruin that."

Kurama remained silent for a moment, and she lowered her head to stare at the smooth tabletop. She felt a sting in her eyes and knew that it wouldn't be long before she started crying. Everything was happening so fast, and the stress and fear was getting to her. She didn't think she could take another moment of silence when Kurama finally spoke.

"I'm sorry, Mika..."

She lifted her head; her deep chocolate eyes confused. "Y-You're sorry?"

"Yes," he said as he smiled sadly at her. "I'm sorry for getting you into this whole mess. I shouldn't have asked you to move in with us. I should've found you somewhere better to stay and keep you out of this-"

"No, Kurama!" she shook her head, "It's not your fault! I love this... and I wouldn't change it for anything. You've given me a second chance at life."

"A second chance that could be ended anytime soon," he said grimly. "Do you realize how much danger I've put you in? You have been assaulted and drugged right beneath our noses. You're being framed somehow. And on top of all that, you're being followed by ghosts. I hate to think about what could happen next."

"None of it is your fault so please don't blame yourself," she said as she reached across the table and took his hand in hers. His eyes widened in shock, and his face flushed a deep stain of crimson. "We'll figure something out, right?"

"I will take care of everything, I promise," he said softly as he gently pulled his hand away from her and folded them in his lap. "For now, we are going to keep this under wraps. No one needs to know about any of this until we can handle the problem. But for now, Botan and I have come up with a temporary solution. Has Hiei told you that?"

She smiled at him, and he returned it. It seemed as if everything were back to normal now. "The wards?"

"Yes, Botan will give them to you later this evening before the party."

"Before the party?" she questioned her eyebrow furrowing.

Kurama seemed confused. "Yes. Is that not a good time?"

"Ummm... no."

She had to perform at the cafe tonight before the party, and she was already on a tight schedule as it was. Time was quickly ticking by and it was getting closer and closer to two o'clock. She still needed to: pick up Hiei's tux from the bridal shop; go home and do her hair and makeup; get to the cafe thirty minutes before their 7 o'clock performance to setup; perform; help clean; and then change in the bathroom and rush to the party to meet everyone. She was pressed for time, and trying to find the time to meet up with Botan was just another issue to add to her already building headache.

"What is going on?" Kurama questioned curiously.

"I have this thing tonight at work..."

"A thing?" he grinned slyly as he watched her face turn bright red. "What kind of thing?"

Mika suddenly felt shy as she looked down at her hands. She had preferred to keep this whole thing to herself because she really didn't want her friends to be there to watch her. She had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that something was going to go terribly wrong and that she would end up embarrassing herself. She had had enough of humiliation at the hands of Yusuke's pranks, and she didn't want to give him any more blackmail material to use against her. She looked back up and pressed her lips tightly together when she realized that Kurama was still grinning at her.

"I'm performing tonight in a jazz Christmas festival," she sighed. "There's going to be some very important people there that need to be impressed. And the cafe's band needed a quick replacement for their pianist, and I decided that I would help."

"That's wonderful, Mimi!" Kurama smiled brightly at her causing her face to flush a bright pink. "Would it be alright if I came to watch?"

She felt relief fill her. Kurama had called her by her nickname, so that meant that things were finally getting back to normal. She shrugged as she picked up her now-lukewarm hot chocolate and took a sip. "Sure, why not?"

"I'm certain that everyone else would enjoy the festival as well," he added thoughtfully. "We could all go to the concert and when it is over we can all head to the party."

Mika pursed her thin lips as she thought about it. Keiko had asked everyone if they'd like to meet at her house to get ready for the dance. She had turned down the offer because by the time the girls had met up Mika would already be on her way to the cafe. If the girls were willing to meet up an earlier, they could all get ready together and then head over to the festival.

"I think I can do that," she finally answered as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. "I just have to see if Keiko would be willing to move some times around."

TO: KEIKO YUKIMURA (CELL). 1:42 PM.
keiko, would it be ok if we all met earlier to get ready? i was thinking 4/4:30-ish because i've got a performance tonight 7 at the cafe and i'd really like it if everyone could come... we can go straight to the party afterwards... thanks, let me know

Mika hit the 'send' button on her phone before she set it back down on the table. She looked Kurama in the eye and smiled brightly at him. She was confused when he blushed.

"Why do I get the feeling that the whole ghost thing isn't everything that bothering you?" she questioned as she stared him down.

He looked away once more, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Yes, you do. You're b-"

A loud buzzing noise cut through her sentence and her phone chirped happily up at her. Kurama just seemed relieved for the momentary distraction, and Mika pressed her lips together into a straight line.

"I'm not done interrogating you, mister," she said as she picked up the noisy device. "I've still got questions for you."

"Of course."

FROM: KEIKO YUKIMURA (CELL). 1:44 PM.
sure! sounds good to me. sending out a mass text message to all the girls! see u 4-ish, darling! :-D

"Great!" she smiled asshe flicked her phone shut and shoved it back into her pocket. "Everything is all worked out! But now I've got to run and get Hiei's tux."

The two friends laid out the money for the drinks before they stood to leave. She grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him out the door quickly when she saw the same clingy waitress approaching them. She waved at the waitress teasingly and laughed when a sour look was sent her way. When they got outside into the street, Kurama finally opened his mouth to speak.

"So, we'll all meet at Keiko's house at 6:00?"

"Yes."

Why was she feeling so nervous and jittery around him all of a sudden? She felt her stomach flip, and she nodded quickly.

"Sure, it sounds wonderful."

~.~.~.~.~

"There you are. Have a good day, miss."

"Thank you, and you too." Mika smiled as she counted out the correct amount of money to pay the man.

The cabby double checked the amount she handed him, and grinned at her as he shoved it into his pocket. She climbed out of the backseat of the car and slammed the door shut. The crunch of tires against gravel sounded as the cab backed out of the Yukimura's driveway. She waved goodbye before she turned to hurry towards the front door. She carried a small duffel bag and had a garment bag draped over her other arm.

She was about twenty minutes late, and she could tell that everyone was already there waiting for her. Shizuru's red car was already parked in the driveway beside Keiko's father's car. She took the porch steps two at a time, and she rang the doorbell once. She only had to wait for a few moments, and the door was pulled open. Keiko's mother smiled warmly at her and welcomed her inside.

"It's so nice to see you again, Mika," the woman said as she patted her on the shoulder. "Keiko and the girls are right upstairs. Go on up and make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you, Mrs. Yukimura."

"It's no problem at all, dear. I'll have snacks up in a few minutes."

She nodded and gave Keiko's mother one last smile before she turned on her heel to climb the short flight of stairs. She could hear giggling and music echoing from the last room in the hall. The door was cracked, and light spilled out into the otherwise dimly lit hall. She knocked on the door before she pushed it open. Everyone's head whipped in the direction of the disturbance, and she laughed as each girl's eyes lit up in excitement. Keiko and Botan sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning over a ratty old towel. In a messy heap beside them sat a large assortment of nail polishes of different colors and shades. A few feet away, Yukina was seated in a wooden chair that the girls had dragged up the kitchen table downstairs. Half of her turquoise blue hair was messily splayed around her shoulders, and the other half was up in hot rollers. Shizuru stood behind the koorime, her own chestnut hair already in rollers, and was rolling up another section of her blue hair.

"Mika dear!" Yukina called out, her voice filled with delight. "You're here!"

"Hey, you guys," she greeted them with a tired smile.

"Well look who finally decided to show up!" Shizuru smirked as she combed through another section of Yukina's hair and began to roll it up. "We were just about to call you."

"I was beginning to think you were going to flake on us!" Keiko teased.

"I'm sorry," she apologized as she stepped into the room. She carefully stepped over all the stuff littering the floor until she made it over to the bed. "I got stuck in traffic, and the cab driver didn't know any shortcuts to your house."

"You should've just called me!" Botan frowned, "I would've came and got you."

Mika didn't respond, and she avoided the woman's amethyst eyes as she went to hang up her dress in Keiko's closet. She unzipped her duffel bag quickly and pulled out a pair of nude colored pumps which she placed underneath her respectful dress. Last week when they had gone shopping for shoes, Keiko had suggested that she buy something that was close to her skin tone because they would 'elongate' her legs. She didn't care about elongating or minimizing or whatever the hell they were talking about. She brought them quickly, only bothering to look at them a second time to make sure the size was correct, because all she had wanted was to hurry so she could go home. But now noticing the height of those skinny little heels she felt her stomach clenching in nervousness, and she could just see herself toppling over or worse-snapping the heel in front of everyone. Yusuke would be sure to remind her of the embarrassing incident every time he got the chance. The more Mika thought about it, the more she was considering on asking Keiko if she had another pair of heels she could borrow when Botan's voice cut through her thoughts.

"Shoot! I left all my stuff in your car, Shizuru. Can I have the keys to go get it?"

"Sure," Shizuru's cool voice answered. "They're right over there on the table."

The sound of metal jingling echoed through the room, and Mika finally rose to her feet. She was leaving the closet when Botan spotted her and asked, "Will you help me get my stuff?"

She knew that Botan had intentionally planned this judging on the determined look on her face, and she found herself cornered. Nodding her head, she allowed the pilot to lead the way out of the room and down the stairs. The bubbly girl remained stone silent as they passed by the kitchen and out the front door. Shizuru's car beeped twice as Botan unlocked the bright red car, and they walked around to the trunk. Mika could feel her heart pounding in anticipation on the confrontation, and even though she knew that Botan wasn't mad at her, it made her nervous bringing the situation back to the surface.

"Botan, I-"

"I can't believe that this is happening," the Grim Reaper said softly as she popped the trunk of the car open and began to pull out several bags.

"I'm sorry that I didn't say anything but I-"

"Mika," Botan interrupted her mid-sentence, her lilac colored eyes were filled with concern. "I don't blame you for anything. Please don't think that any of us do. I know that you're innocent. But I'm scared for you. I remember the day that the boys had brought you home with them. You were unconscious after you had been attacked by demons. Hiei couldn't use his Jagan to erase your memories-he couldn't touch your mind at all. So Kurama and I, we had a long discussion about what to do. You had seen demons. But we thought perhaps you wouldn't remember anything about the attacks, and we hoped that we could keep you as far away from our world as possible. But.. things just didn't work out that way.

And, don't get me wrong, I love that we don't have to hide anything from you. But sometimes I wish that you didn't know anything about us. I wish that you had never gotten caught up in this whole mess. It's hard enough for us to worry so much about Keiko and Shizuru whenever something happens, but now you're involved. I don't want to lose any of you. You all are my best friends. I've lost friends before who have gotten caught in the crossfire. I don't want that to happen again."

Mika could feel her eyes stinging, and the whole world around her began to blur together and wiggle before her. She reached out and wrapped her arms around her friend and pulled her into a tight hug. Botan squeezed her back tightly. This was a side of the ferry woman that Mika had never seen before. Botan had always been the bubbly happy-go-lucky girl who always looked at the bright side of everything. Mika could never recall a time that she had truly seen her so upset nor scared before. She could feel her legs trembling beneath her. If Botan was so stressed out, then this was so much worse than it seemed.

So much worse.

"Botan," Mika said in a soft voice, "It'll be alright. We'll figure something out, right?"

The blue haired woman pulled away from her and rubbed her slightly puffy eyes on her sleeve. She sniffed and nodded, "Y-Yes, you're right. Oh, I'm being so silly crying like this. Things will work out... they have to, right?" Mika nodded as she reached into the car's trunk to grab some of the plastic bags. Botan smacked herself upside the head, "Oh! I almost forgot the whole reason why I asked you to come with me... The wards!"

Mika watched as Botan pulled out a bright pink messenger from the trunk and began to rummage through it. She sighed when she pulled out a manila envelope, and she handed it to the silverette. She opened the envelope and peered inside. A thin piece of silk sat in the bag with a strange symbol stitched in the middle.

"The ghost isn't here right now, but you need to keep this ward on you at all times. You can put it in your pockets, but tonight you're wearing a dress..."

"I'll put it in my bra."

Botan's eyes went wide at the woman's quick, yet strange, solution. "W-Well, yes... I guess that would work. But for now, put it in your pocket."

Mika nodded and reached into the folder, and she pulled out the cloth before she stuffed it deep into her pockets. It amazed her at how such an insignificant looking object could bring her so much comfort, but she was thankful for it as her worries eased a bit. Only a bit.

"Come on," Botan said as she slammed the trunk back down and locked it. "We should get back before they start to worry. Let's not let this whole thing ruin our night, ok?"

The silverette nodded in agreement, and they walked in silence up the driveway and into the house.

"Sorry it took so long!" Botan said in her most cheerful voice, as she pushed through the door and into Keiko's room.

"It's okay!" Keiko chirped as she looked up from doing her makeup. "Mom brought some snacks up-they're sitting on the nightstand if you'd like some."

"No, thank you," Mika said politely as she moved over to where Keiko sat before the vanity, and she set Botan's makeup bag down on the table.

"Mika, I'm almost done with Yukina's hair," Shizuru said, "Do you know how you're going to wear yours?"

"I'm not sure," she answered truthfully. "Maybe a ponytail?"

"You haven't thought about any of this at all, have you?" the hairdresser sighed as she combed through another piece of Yukina's hair.

"No."

"It's a special night, Mika!" Botan scolded lightly. "Don't you care at all?"

"Not really..."

"Humph! You'd probably wear jeans and a t-shirt to your own wedding too, wouldn't you?"

"Don't give that girl any ideas, Botan!" Shizuru laughed.

Mika frowned. Of course she wouldn't wear that to her own wedding! She wasn't that stubborn. But just to get on her friend's nerves, she stuck out her tongue and said, "I would, and I'd wear flip-flops too!"

"There is no way that you're a girl." Keiko concluded. "You don't like shopping, you don't like getting your hair done, or mani-pedis, and you don't like to be pampered. What is wrong with you?"

"I am too a girl!" she pouted as she puffed out her cheeks in irritation. "I have a vagina and the boobs to prove it!"

The group of girls burst into a peal of laughter at their friend while the woman just stood there with her arms folded tightly across her chest. She didn't understand. Why couldn't they just accept that she didn't think that all this stuff they stressed over is that big of a deal? She couldn't understand why they would devote so much time and energy for just one night of dancing in a sweaty high school gym. A wedding? Yes. A royal ball? Yes. A high-class party? Yes. A high school dance in which they would be dirty dancing and dry humping on the floor? Teenagers already did that dressed in normal clothes, so was there really a point in buying expensive clothes for the same damn thing? Ummm, no!

"I'm done, Yukina," Shizuru announced and she motioned for Mika to come over. "Your turn, Mimi."

"It's okay, I can-"

"Just sit in the damn chair. We don't have a lot of time, so quit your bitching."

Mika sighed and crossed the room to take a seat in Shizuru's chair of doom while her friends around her laughed hysterically at her.

The eldest Kuwabara sibling just laughed as she held up a curling iron threateningly. "This won't hurt a bit."

She sighed and leaned back in the chair as Shizuru began to comb roughly through her long hair.

Let the torture begin...

~.~.~.~.~

"Girls! Your dates are here!"

Mika's head snapped up at the announcement, and she could feel her already twisted stomach clench even more. She looked at the digital clock on the nightstand beside Keiko's bed and gulped when she realized that the boys were right on time. It was six o'clock exactly.

Keiko bounced up and down excitedly as she hopped over to her bedroom door and cracked it open. "We'll be down in a moment, Mom!"

In an attempt to distract herself and swallow the nervous bile that was beginning to rise in her throat, she reached down and buckled the tiny ankle strap of her heels. Her friends zoomed around the room, chattering excitedly as they gathered up their things or touched up their makeup or hair.

"Move, Botan!" Keiko giggled as she pushed the pilot away from the vanity so she could get closer to the mirror.

"No, you move!" Botan yelled back as she slammed Keiko in the side with her hip, "I've got to make sure my eyeliner hasn't started to run."

Mika slowly rose to her feet, stumbling just a bit as she tried to keep her balance in the tall heels. Keiko had given her some non-slips to put on the sole of her heels so that she wouldn't slip on the floor, but that didn't mean that they would keep her from toppling over. She grabbed onto the bedpost in an effort to keep herself upright as she moved slowly and carefully towards the mirror. Shizuru swept past her on her way, almost knocking her over.

"Sorry!" Shizuru called out as she pulled the a roller out of her long hair and tossed it across the room. "Shit! I'm not done!"

"I'll help you, Shizuru," Yukina called out over the noise as she motioned for the woman to take a seat. Yukina quickly began to pull the rollers out of Shizuru's long chestnut hair while the brunette beauty strapped on her high heels.

Botan and Keiko rushed away from the mirror after deciding that everything looked fine, and it was free for the taking. Mika stepped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection with an uncertain smile on her face. Everyone had said that she had looked beautiful, and she agreed with them slightly. She did look nicer than usual, but beautiful? She wasn't too sure. With a sigh, she reached up and twirled a lock of hair around her finger. Her long silver hair fanned out around her face and hung down her back in a mess of loose curls. Her eyes were rimmed in dark kohl and made her almond-shaped eyes look smoky and even more feline-like. Her face was flushed endearingly and her skin seemed to glow from the inside out as if beads of sunlight had collected beneath her skin. Her usually thin lips looked plumper than usual and were coated with shiny pink gloss.

"Mika! Toss me that comb, will ya?" Shizuru's called out.

She tore her attention away from her reflection, and her eyes scanned the vanity table. She spotted the beige comb sticking out from beneath a magazine and she grabbed it before she tossed it over to the frantic woman.

"Thanks!" she called out as she caught the comb and began to comb quickly through her curls in an effort to loosen them. "I'm almost done, you guys."

Take your time, Mika thought as she turned back to the mirror. I don't want to go down there anytime soon...

She twisted her body this way and that in a desperate effort to check her body from all angles. Her accessories were simple: tiny golden hoops for earrings; a simple golden bangles decorated her arms; and nude-colored pumps. Her dress, unlike the jewelry and shoes, stood out. The fabric was a bright 'look-at-me' red that could be seen from miles away. It was strapless and sat low on her chest, but it was not overly revealing. Her waist was cinched in by a ribbon and it tied into a small bow beneath her bust. The dress was very short and ended mid-thigh. She tugged at the bottom of the dress in a weak effort to get it to hang a bit lower, but it remained snug against her thighs. The dress was beautifully made, and it fit her like a glove. And although it was a tight little number, it was a bit looser than it had been the day she had tried it on in the shop. She figured that she must have lost a pound or two over the past week. After all, she hadn't been eating too well. She needed to get back on track once this whole fiasco was over with and done. [1]

"Is everyone ready?" Botan called out as she clapped her hands to bring the room of chattering girls to attention.

"Hell yeah!" Shizuru called out loudly as she shook out her long hair. "Let's make some jaws drop, girls!"

The girls all murmured in agreement, giggles and the clicking of heels against wood echoing throughout the house as the girls filed out of the room to present themselves. Mika didn't move from the mirror, her stomach churning with dread. Her friend's voices were getting further and further away, and she thought that she was alone until-

"Hey, Mika! You look sexy, now let's move!"

Mika could feel her face heating up as she turned away from the mirror. Shizuru was leaning against the door frame wearing her signature smirk as she shook her head. Snapping out of her daze, she grabbed her black coat off the chair-back and hurried- more like stumbled- over to the door. She slipped past the brunette, who flicked off the lights to the room, and followed the sounds of laughter. Shizuru followed closely after her, and Mika was about to descend the stairs when she grabbed onto her arm.

"Look, I didn't get to talk to you earlier," Shizuru began as she scratched the back of her head. "But I wanted to let you know that I'm on your side all the way-we all are. Don't fret about this thing because we're going to figure it out, alright? But just because I told you not to worry about it doesn't mean for you to be out in La-La Land either. Keep your eyes open; don't be an idiot. If something's going down, you've got to let us know or we can't help you. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Don't forget, ok?" Shizuru said as she patted her on the back. "We all love you, and if anyone touches you they're going to get a major ass whopping! Now, c'mon-everyone's waiting on us! You look hot, so stop worrying. Just have fun tonight, alright?"

Mika forced a small smile and nodded, "Alright."

~.~.~.~.~

"Damn, what is taking them so long!"

Yusuke, Kurama, and Kuwabara sat in the Yukimura's living room on the couch. Each boy was dressed handsomely in a black tuxedo, white dress shirt, and red ties. They were currently waiting paitently-well, in someone's case, impatiently- for their dates to reveal themselves.

"Yusuke," Kurama frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly at the brunette. "You're being rude. If you must cuss, at least wait until Mrs. Yukimura leaves the room."

The woman was across the room with her back towards the group of boys sitting on the couch, talking on the phone. Yusuke waved his hand in a dismissive manner and rolled his eyes.

"Ahhh, she's way over there!" he complained, "She can't hear me. Besides, she's heard me say worse, and she doesn't care."

"I can hear every word you're saying, Yusuke Urameshi!" Mrs. Yukimura called out as she turned around and frowned at him, "And I do care. You had better behave yourself, young man!"

"Yes, ma'am..." Yusuke sighed before he turned his attention to his friends who were now laughing at him. "Shut up or I swear I will punch your fuc-"

"YUSUKE!"

"I'm sorry!"

Kurama and Kuwabara were now laughing hysterically at the delinquent who had folded his arms tightly across his chest and let out a huff of anger. He glared at his friends but otherwise remained silent. If there was any other woman in the world other than Keiko who could control Yusuke, it was definitely Keiko's mother. She stared Yusuke down from across the room, her lips pressed together into a thin line. When she was certain that the boy wasn't going to cause anymore trouble, she spun on her heel to leave.

"I can see where Keiko gets it from," Kuwabara whispered once Mrs. Yukimura disappeared into the kitchen.

Kurama nodded in agreement, "Definitely"

Yusuke muttered something unintelligible beneath his breath, and both redheads ignored him.

"So, where's the Shrimp?" Kuwabara questioned as tugged on the sleeve of his tuxedo.

Kurama let out a small yawn before he answered, "Hiei will meet us there."

"I can't believe that he's actually going to show up."

"Yes, well, Yukina asked him to attend the party."

Kuwabara's lips pursed together into a straight line, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "If that little imp thinks that he can try to move in on my girl then he's got another thing coming!"

"Your girl?" Yusuke snickered, "Yukina doesn't even understand what the fuck you're saying to her most of the time."

"Actually, Urameshi-"

Yusuke had jumped to his feet and had proceeded to imitate the redhead. He waved his arms out in an elaborate fashion and spoke in a deep suave voice, "Come my love, to the dance floor we go..."

"I do not sound like that."

"Do too."

"You know what-"

"Can we try to behave for just one night?" Kurama sighed as he interrupted the conflict that was about to break out.

"Fine," Kuwabara agreed grudgingly as he glared at the snickering brunette. "I won't smash his face today-first thing tomorrow."

"You wish," Yusuke laughed as he flopped back down on the couch. His eyes were filled with mischief as he glanced at his new target. "So, Shuichi..."

Kurama turned and frowned at him. "Yes, Yusuke?"

"What type of dress do you think Mika is going to wear?"

"I don't know," he answered simply. "But why do I get the feeling that you are going to make some sort of dirty joke?"

"Because you know me well. And I am," Yusuke grinned at him. "Hopefully it's something sexy, yeah? Maybe you can get an early Christmas present tonight?"

Kurama let out a frustrated sigh, "Yusuke, Mika and I do not like each other that way."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."-

"Positive?"

"Yes."

"Absolutely sure?"

"Yes."

Yusuke opened his mouth to say something else when the sound of giggling and heels stomping above them caught all of their attention. All of the boys rose to their feet and eagerly awaited for the girls to enter the room.

"I can't wait to see Keiko," Yusuke whispered with a wide grin.

"Yusuke, if your grin could get any bigger you'd disappear behind it," Kurama pointed out, causing Kuwabara to chuckle.

"Shut up, Foxboy!" Yusuke frowned, "I know that even though you're acting all cool, on the inside you're just dying to sneak a peak at Mika!"

Kurama just laughed at him before he turned his attention back to the stairwell. Although he would never admit it to anyone, Yusuke was right. Ever since their meeting earlier that afternoon, Kurama's mind hadn't left him in peace for a moment. All day he thought of her, and when he had finally managed to get her off of his mind the most random thing would remind him of her again all over again. He couldn't escape her. She was haunting him, and he was desperate for it to stop.

"Hey, you guys!"

Botan was the first to appear in the stairwell, and she looked absolutely wonderful. Her face was beautifully made-up Her mouth was painted fire-red which matched her nails. Her vibrant blue hair that was usually tied back in a ponytail was now pinned back into a low messy bun. She waved flirtily at the boys as she began to descend the stairs slowly, in an attempt not to trip over her floor-length silver gown.

"Botan, you look hot!" Kuwabara smiled at her, and the other two boys nodded in agreement.

"Why thank you, kind sirs!" she giggled. "You all clean up well yourselves."

"What about me,Yusuke? How do I look?"

Keiko grinned at him as she walked the stairs with a blushing Yukina following behind. Her hair was pinned back into a half-updo, and she kept her makeup to a minimum. Her lavender dress was strapless and sat high up on the chest. But what the dress covered up on top was made up for on the bottom. The dress was very short yet flouncy, and the skirt swished and swung out whenever she took a step. Yukina's hair which was usually tied back with her ribbons hung in loose waves around her shoulders. She wore little to no makeup; her face was already flawless and glowing. Her dress was a turquoise-color and was a lot like Keiko's-short and flouncy- but instead of strapless, her dress had halter-style straps and the white band across the top had blue embroidered flowers and sprinkled with little seedling pearl beads.

"Yukina, you look beautiful!" Kuwabara exclaimed as he swept the petite koorime off her feet and spun her around. Yukina giggled loudly.

"Eh," Yusuke's eyes traveled up and down his girlfriend's body, and she frowned at him. His eyes were filled with mischief and he laughed. "You look alright. Nah, I'm just kidding. You look so-"

"How does my daughter look, Yusuke?" a deep voice cut through the conversation. Mr. Yukimura and his wife stood in the doorway that led to the kitchen, silently supervising the group of teenagers.

"Daddy!" Keiko blushed. "Stop it! You're embarrassing me!"

"She looks very nice." Yusuke said through tight lips; his face was slightly pale. "Urmmm... uhhh, excuse me for a second, Keiko. Got to take a piss..."

"Wait, but-"

"Don't get mad, Keiko," Kuwabara whispered when her parent's disappeared back into the kitchen, "Yusuke just had a little... issue to take care of and he'll be right back."

"Issue?" she said, her voice filled with confusion. "What iss-"

Botan pulled the brunette over to the side and began to whisper in her ear. Everyone began to laugh- except for Yukina, who seemed oblivious to what was happening- when Keiko's face turned beet-red. She shook her head and let out a sigh.

"We're missing two girls!" Kuwabara laughed. "Where the hell is Mika and Shizuru?"

Yukina's ruby eyes were filled with confusion, "They were right upstairs with us... I wonder what is taking them so long."

Kurama could pick up the slightest of whispers from upstairs, and soon the sound of heels clicking assured him that the girls were alright. Shizuru appeared in the stairwell, a smirk across her face as she tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"The whores are right here!"

Kurama caught Shizuru's words, and his eyebrows collided in confusion. Whores?

Shizuru certainly didn't look like she was attending a high school dance, that's for sure. Her chestnut hair hung in messy waves, and her eye makeup was very heavy. She wore a short bandage dress and strappy high heels. She waved her hands in the air as she descended the stairs. "Who's ready to party?"

Kurama glanced up the stairwell, wondering what had happened to his date. Was she still getting ready perhaps? He tried to keep his face looking cool and collected, but on the inside he was dying to see her.

"Shizuru!" Kuwabara frowned, "You look like a prostitute; go put on some clothes."

"Whatever, Kazuma! If Yukina had worn the same thing as me, you sure as hell wouldn't be bitchin' about it," she sneered.

Yukina's face turned bright red, and Kuwabara opened his mouth to say something when a scream echoed from upstairs and a loud 'thump' followed afterward. Botan and Shizuru's eyes flew open; Keiko and Yukina jumped in fear. Kurama and Kuwabara were about to take off dashing up the stairs when a weak, "I'm okay!" floated down the stairwell.

"What happened?" Kurama called out.

A low groan sounded before the sound of heels clicking resumed, and Mika appeared in the stairwell a moment later. She rubbed her hip as she descended the stairs slowly. "I fell."

The room echoed with laughter but Kurama paid no attention. He had fallen deathly silent, and it was all he could do to keep his jaw from falling to the ground. He couldn't hear anything but his heart pounding in his ears, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. He couldn't breathe, and he kept blinking his eyes, feeling like he was in a dream. He couldn't begin to describe her as his eyes traveled up and down her body. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her as his eyes took in her tounseled hair, the dramatic makeup, and her bright dress. The material fit wonderfully around her frame and accentuated her curves perfectly. She was so beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking. Captivating.

So undeniably... sexy.

He could feel his pants tightening slightly, and his eyes flew open as his wits suddenly came back to him. He tore his gaze away from the woman as he cursed himself and he willed himself to remain calm. He needed to excuse himself before things got... worse. But it was too late. Mika was already standing before him, her smile hesitant.

"I'm such a klutz," she simpered as she twirled a long lock of hair around her finger nervously. She seemed to notice that Kurama was slowly inching away from her because her eyebrows collided in concern, "Ummm... a-are you alright?"

He took deep breaths as he desperately attempted to regain his composure. He forced the most charming smile he could muster at her, "Of course. You look wonderful by the way."

"Wonderful?" Youko snickered in the back of his head. "Does 'wonderful' make you get an erect-"

"Shut up, Youko!" Kurama growled in his head.

"T-Thank you," Mika stuttered as her face turned an even brighter shade of red. Her eyes scanned him for a moment before she dropped her gaze to the floor. "You look pretty handsome yourself."

"Thank you," he smiled, trying his best to tune out the irritating Spirit Fox in his head. "I apologize, Mika. Excuse me for a moment..."

She seemed to be confused but she just nodded, "Of course..."

He smiled before he spun on his heel and disappeared quickly down the hall. Yusuke was going the opposite direction, obviously he had taken care of his little 'problem', and as soon as he saw the fox his features twisted into an amused grin.

"Well, look who it is! Kurama, you tryin' to hide something from your date?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Kurama answered back in an irritated tone. He had never been so mortified in his entire life. "I only need to use the bathroom."

Yusuke snickered as he elbowed the redhead in the ribs, "I'm just fooling around. It's cool. We're guys; it's natural."

"I hardly think I need a talk about puberty from you, Yusuke."

"I'm just sayin'! You don't have to be so shy about it!"

Kurama just rolled his eyes and ignored the teenager before he spun on his heel to continue on his way to the bathroom. When he made it there, he closed the door behind him and locked it swiftly before he slumped against the marble counter-top. Damn it! Why did she have to torture him so much? He had secretly hoped that tonight seeing her and being her date would prove that he wasn't attracted to her in the way that everyone else wanted him to be. He wanted tonight to be like all the other nights they had spent together-simple and carefree. But once he saw her come down those stairs, he knew that he was so wrong. Deep down he knew that he felt something more than pure friendship for her. He hated to admit it, but he was afraid of it.

"Don't be a coward."

"This is going to ruin everything," he hissed at Youko, "and I won't lose her."

"You won't lose her." Kurama could hear Youko make a noise of disapproval in the back of his mind before the Spirit Fox continued on, "If it is a true friendship then this will not destroy it."

"But-"

"Wouldn't you rather take the chance and possibly end up with something wonderful? Or would you rather not act upon your feelings and wonder what it would have been like after it's far too late?"

Kurama let out a growl of irritation as he turned to the sink. He turned on the tap and splashed cool water on his face in an effort to calm himself down.

"Cowardice doesn't suit you well, Shuichi."

He was about to respond when a soft knock at the door caught his attention.

"Kurama?" Mika's voice called out. "You okay?"

He let out a silent sigh as he turned off the faucet and unlocked the door. He pulled it open. Mika stood outside the door, a slightly timid and nervous expression on her face.

"Yes, I'm fine," he answered and smiled at her. "Is there something wrong?"

"No... I just came to tell you that Botan wants everyone to take pictures."

He nodded and gave her a small smile before he began to walk back to the living room. He didn't get very far and stopped in his tracks when he felt a small hand wrap around his wrist. He turned to look at her, one eyebrow perked in curiosity

"Kurama, are you sure that you're okay?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"I feel like you've been avoiding me. I know that we talked about the whole ghost issue this morning, but I can't shake the feeling that this is something completely different. We've never been so awkward around each other before, and it makes me feel... sad."

Kurama could feel the guilt that had been building up slam into him all at once. She shifted awkwardly in her heels, and she kept her eyes on the floor.

"If you want to just cancel and go home, then that's fine. I don't want you to feel like you're stuck with me."

He felt even worse when the words had left her mouth. How much of a jerk could he be to leave after she had obviously spent so much time and effort into getting all dressed up? He shook his head; it was completely out of the question. He didn't like that she felt like she was the problem because she wasn't. It was him who was causing the awkwardness between them. Besides, he didn't want to leave! He was always so busy with missions and school work that Mika had always somehow gotten lost in the shuffle of things, and he missed her dearly. He missed how effortless their friendship used to be when they could lounge around all summer long with nothing to do but kick back and relax. He couldn't waste the one night he had with her. Tonight they were going to have fun just like old times. He wasn't going to these confusing feelings get in the way.

"I'm not a coward, Youko," he said inwardly as he reached out and placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "Mika and I are friends, and that's all we will be."

"You fool."

Mika looked up at him, her eyes hesitant and guarded. He smiled at her, and she gave him a small smile back.

"Mika, don't be ridiculous! Of course I still want to go to the dance. I'm sorry that I made you feel like I was ignoring you; I've just had a lot on my mind lately."

She nodded, and she continued. "If you don't want to tell me what's going on it's okay. It's not like I'm obligated to know but I want you to remember that you can tell me anything. I'm your best friend and I'll always be here no matter what happens."

"I know," Kurama smiled at this, feeling some sort of relief washing over him before he reached out and shoved her lightly. "Don't be so dramatic, Mimi."

Mika was now smiling fully and she shoved him back before she latched onto his wrist and began to pull him in the direction of the living room. "C'mon, you jerk. Everyone's waiting for us."

The sound of loud laughter reached the pair's ears before they even entered the room. The rest of the gang was huddled around Mrs. Yukimura who had a camera in her hand.

Yusuke's head whipped towards them when he caught the clicking of Mika's heels, and the grin on his face widened. "Well look who decided to show up! Hey, look! They're matching-a redhead and a red dress! I bet you two had this all planned out, eh?"

"No," the pair answered together as everyone broke into a fit of hysterical laughter..

"But I think I know someone who did," Mika frowned and her eyes went straight to stare at Botan.

"Guilty as charged!" the bubbly woman laughed as she shrugged. "I thought that it would be cute!"

Kurama just shook his head while Mika's expression soured by the second as she glared at her friends.

"Alright. Enough joking, it's picture time!" Mrs. Yukimura said in an attempt to catch the group's attention. "Mika and Shuichi, it's your turn to do your picture."

A confused look took over Mika's features as she followed Mrs. Yukimura's instructions to stand in front of the stairwell. Kurama followed behind her, glaring at Yusuke when he heard the boy laugh at them. They stood next to each other smiling brightly at the camera, and waiting impatiently for the picture to be taken.

"No, no!" Mrs. Yukimura frowned, "Get in closer!"

The pair leaned in closer together; their smiles were now pained and their expressions pleasantly impatient.

"Mika can you step forward, and Shuichi would you stand behind her?" When the reluctant teenagers complied, she continued to order them around. "Okay, good. Now Shuichi wrap your arms around her waist and smile!"

"What?" Mika squeaked.

The group of friends broke out into laughter as if this were the funniest thing they had ever seen. Mrs. Yukimura looked just as confused as the pair, and she tilted her head as she stared them down.

"I thought... aren't you two dating?"

"N-No!"

"But you're going to the dance together, correct?"

"Yes..."

"Well, then do as I say! We don't have a lot of time before you've got to leave!"

Feeling absolutely humiliated, Mika closed her eyes as she felt Kurama's chest press against her back. He whispered an apology so low that only they could hear, and she just shrugged as his arms came forward to rest around her waist. Yusuke and Kuwabara were now howling in laughter, and Botan and Shizuru had their cellphones out and were snapping pictures.

"They're going to blackmail us with those, y'know," Mika said through clenched teeth as she smiled for the camera. She tried her hardest not to blink when a bright flash of light lit up the room and left her momentarily blind.

"I know," Kurama sighed from behind her.

"All done!" Mrs. Yukimura smiled. "Now everyone else get in- group picture!"

The two friends quickly separated from each other with great relief as the other teenagers swarmed around them. The group all squished together and smiled at the camera. The camera flashed once before a startled gasp sounded.

"Wait! What about Hiei?" Yukina questioned.

"We'll photoshop him into the pictures," Kuwabara guffawed before Shizuru leaned over and smacked him on the arm.

"Don't worry, Yukina," Botan smiled, "I'm taking my camera with me. We'll have plenty of pictures!"

Yukina nodded once, a small smile creeping its way across her elfish features.

"Alright, last picture! Funny faces!" A collective groan sounded throughout the crowd, and Mrs. Yukimura frowned at the lack of enthusiasm. "It's only one picture. And then you're free to go-after we talk about the rules of this little outing."

Another groan sounded throughout the room, and Mika just sighed. "We're never getting out of here on time, are we?" she questioned.

Kurama just shook his head. "I highly doubt it."

"...Darn."

~.~.~.~.~

"It took you all long enough."

Hiei was leaning against the brick wall, his arms folded tightly across his broad chest. His eyes were narrowed in irritation as he watched as the group of teenagers approached him quickly. Stumbling in her heels, Mika tried her hardest to walk as fast as she could and Kurama had his hand on her elbow to prevent her from toppling over. She was late by ten minutes! The group formed a small huddle around the agitated fire-demon

"I'm sorry, Hiei!" Keiko apologized, her face flushing with embarrassment. "My mother can be very annoying sometimes..."

The fire-demon just waved off the apology and pushed himself off from the wall. He pulled on the sleeve of his jacket before he glared at Mika; she stuck her tongue out at him in response. She frowned at him when his nostrils flared at her, and a slight flare of heat licked her ankle.

"Hiei." Kurama said, his voice sharp and stern.

The smaller man glared back at the redhead before he reeled in his temper. He tugged at the sleeve of his jacket once more as he looked away. "Hn."

"Well, look at the Shrimp! All dressed up!" Kuwabara sneered when he noticed the small gesture. The redhead was determined to get the little demon to flare up again.

Hiei turned to examine the taller boy, his eyes critical and a small smirk slowly slithered across his face. "Unfortunately getting dressed up doesn't make you look any better nor any less irritating, you imbecile."

Yusuke and Shizuru broke into raucous laughter, and Kuwabara's face turned red. He turned to look at Yukina who blushed in embarrassment for him, and he turned to glare at the shorter man. He clenched his fist tightly. "You just wait, Hiei. I'll kick your ass, but not in front of Yukina."

"Why?" Hiei snickered, "Are you afraid to make a fool of yourself in front of her? You'd be dead in one second if you challenge me."

"Why I oughta-"

"Can we please stop fighting, boys?" Botan questioned loudly. She blew her blue bangs out of her face, the look on her face impatient "I'm ready to go inside!"

Mika jumped at Botan's comment, her face paling as she was reminded of her situation. She grabbed onto Kurama's hand and began to pull him along. His face turned bright red and he followed after her. Everyone hurried towards the doors of the restaurant. The restaurant was buzzing with so much activity as people busily bustled in and out of the front door. It took forever for the gang to get through the doors, and even then the small cafe was crowded so much that there weren't even enough tables to seat everyone. People lined up against the walls chattering animatedly, and waiters weaved through the crowds now having to resort to carrying trays of drinks and appetizers to appease the crowd. Mika had never seen the cafe filled with so many people, and she was thankful that she wasn't working tonight.

"What do we do now?" Yusuke questioned as his brown eyes swept the crowd.

"Try to find a table," Mika suggested. "If you can't, I guess you can find somewhere to stand. But I need to-"

"Oh, there's a free table!" Shizuru called out as she pointed into the crowd. "Grab it!"

Yusuke and Kuwabara made a mad dash for the table, shoving people out of the way and shouldering their way through the crowd. The rest of the party followed closely behind them, apologizing to the unfortunate people who had gotten in their friend's way. Yusuke and Kuwabara slapped their hands on the table and plopped down in the seats, discouraging the other groups who were racing them for the same spot to stay away. After making sure that everyone had gotten settled, Mika turned to leave so that she could go when-

"MIKA! YOU'RE HERE!"

Mika spun on her heel to see who it was when someone crashed into her. She let out a gasp of shock, and it took everything to keep herself from toppling over. She was enveloped in a tight hug, and she smiled when she realized who it was. Roz grinned beamed and released her.

"Roz! What are you doing here?"

"Oh my God, you look amazing!" her friend squealed, "Are you excited? I can't wait to see you perform!"

"Thanks! You guys," Mika said as she turned to her friends. "I'd like you all to meet my friend Roz. She works here at the restaurant with me."

A chorus of greetings followed suit and friendly chatter.

"I'd like to stay and help you guys get acquainted, but I am super late." Mika said as she hitched up the top of her dress. "See you all after the show."

"Will they be mad at you?" Kurama questioned.

"I don't think so," she said, "But I should get going anyway."

He nodded before he returned the gesture. "Break a leg."

"Kurama, that's theater"

"Break the piano."

"That's not even funny," she laughed before she turned to skitter away. "But thanks anyway!"

He smiled at her before she spun on her heel to leave. A chorus of "good luck!" echoed out behind her, and she felt her tension ease a bit more knowing that her friends were there to support her no matter what. She was about to enter the door that lead backstage when a flash of purple and blue caught her attention. She turned and paled at what she saw. Tsuki sat at a table with a group of friends. Her eery eyes were focused on her, and by the way she was looking at her- Mika knew that Tsuki wanted her to come over.

Shit, I'm going to be in so much trouble, she thought as she squeezed through the crowd and made her way towards the table. She needed to ask Tsuki to wait for her after the show and make sure that the woman didn't disappear on her. The whole ghost situation was something that needed to be discussed.

"Hello, Mika." Tsuki greeted in a cool voice when she arrived at the table.

"Hello, Tsuki. I'm sorry to bother you, but could I have a word with you?"

Mika felt her stomach clench a bit as the group of teenagers watched her carefully, each pair of eyes guarded and devoid of any emotion that would give away what was going through their minds. Tsuki's group perfectly matched her persona. A young girl smiled up at her; her hair was cut into a pixie cut that was bright blue with a set of eyes to match. Her clothes were ridiculously loud with a splash of color here and a random pattern there. Another man sat on the left of her, his features and coloring very similar-were they twins?- and he was dressed in all black. Another man sat on the brightly dressed woman's right. He looked foreign with his pale skin, bleach-blonde hair and his bright blue eyes. But one man caught her attention more than the others. He sat beside Tsuki, and he had brilliant short red hair that rivaled Kurama's. He smirked at her when he noticed her looking at him, and she noticed that his eyes were an interesting shade of steel gray. Tsuki nodded before she pushed away from the table as she told her friends that she would be right back. The group of teenagers murmured their agreement as the two women walked off. They weaved their way through the crowd slowly before they came to a stop in front of the entrance to the ladies' room. Tsuki watched her expectantly, a small frown on her face as she watched Mika shift her weight from foot to foot.

"Tsuki, I saw her." Mika whispered softly as she turned to look at the brunette, her brown eyes wide and fearful. Just talking about it or bringing up the subject made her feel as if she were breaking some sort of taboo. She felt as if just by talking about... her, she would make the ghost reappear all over again. She bit her bottom lip anxiously as her heart slammed itself against her ribcage.

Tsuki's eyes darted from side to side as if she were checking to see if anyone had heard what she said. She grabbed onto Mika's wrist tightly as pulled her so that she could whisper into her ear. "This is not something that we should discuss with so many people around."

"I know, but-"

"Look," she sighed as she dug into the small purse she was carrying. She pulled out an old receipt and a pen. "Just give me a call later, ok? We can meet up."

She nodded as she watched the woman scribble down a phone number before it was handed to her. She folded it into a tight square as Tsuki shoved the pen back into her bag. Not knowing where else to put it, Mika checked to make sure no one was watching, turned and faced the wall, and shoved the paper down her bra. Tsuki gave her a weird look but didn't comment.

"I-I should get going..." Mika said before she began to walk back into the crowd. "Thanks."

"Don't forget to call." Tsuki said, before she added, "Good luck up there."

"Thank you..." she said as she spun on her heel, and began to push through the crowd that was now huddling around the stage. She breathed a sigh of relief when she had finally managed to make it to the door that led backstage. She pushed it open and closed it behind her, the chattering of the crowd fading a bit instantly. She hurried up the small flights of stairs and stepped onto the stage. The band was already there standing around and chattering quietly. All the equipment had been set up, and everything was in its proper place.

"Hey, you guys," she greeted as she grabbed a water bottle off of the table at the table at the back of the stage. "Sorry I'm late."

"There she is!" Yuri smiled as she came forward and wrapped her arms around the woman. "It's okay, and thanks so much for coming!"

Yuri looked gorgeous. Her short green hair was pinned to her head in tight ringlets and she wore a simple black dress. Her makeup had been applied with a heavy hand, and her bright green eyes stood out from the smoky black that surrounded them.

She coughed as she twirled Mika around, "You look gorgeous, Mika! My god- I can't believe its the same person!"

Mika's eyebrow perked when her friend coughed again. "Yuri, your voice... Are you alright?"

"I caught a little cold-no biggie. I'm sure I'll be fine when I get up on stage though."

Mika closed her eyes, and she could feel the nerves that she had been suppressing rise to the surface as she took her seat in front of the piano. She was excited of course- all these people were there to see them play! She even had her own personal cheering squad. But she was nervous because they couldn't afford to screw this up! Those business men in their silk suits with their leather shoes sitting out in the audience weren't just ordinary men out on the town with their dates. They were highly praised and influential men who could provide the café with the customers and the money needed to expand. Everyone's jobs depended on this performance tonight.

She took a deep breath, and she flipped open her binder to the first song they would play for the night. Yuri clomped around the stage in her heels, practicing the musical scales. The rest of the band was busy tuning their instruments.

"Yuri, stop that. You're going to strain your voice again."

The chanteuse just rolled her eyes, and waved off the order dismissively She coughed once more, "Its just a frog in my throat. I'm trying to get it out."

"Go drink your tea. We can't afford for you not to be able to sing."

Yuri frowned but she heeded her friend's request and marched offstage and disappeared into the wings. Mika watched as the rest of the band quickly formed a huddle. She caught part of their conversation.

"What if she can't sing?"

"What will we do?"

"Someone is going to have to jump in. Who here can sing?"

"Not me."

"Don't look at me!"

"What about that girl over there?"

Mika felt her face turn fire hydrant red when everyone's eyes fell on her before they cut away.

"Eh, I dunno..."

"She's got a nice speaking voice so maybe she can sing..."

"I've heard her sing one of the songs! It was quiet but sounded good from what I remember..."

OH SHIT! Mika cursed her luck, and she stood up to escape but it was too late.

"Hey, you! Mika, right?"

Mika's expression resembled that of a deer caught in a car's headlights as she turned to face the rest of the band members. They all watched her with eerily calm smiles on their faces. She nodded her head as she bit her lip.

"Can you sing?"

"N-Not really..."

"She's lying!" someone shouted. "I've heard her."

"Do you know the lyrics to all the songs?" She nodded, and they smiled approvingly. "Well its decided then! Mika will jump in if Yuri can't sing."

"Wait, but I-" she said but a loud voice interrupted her mid-sentence.

"ALRIGHT! Places, people! Places!" Mr. Takeda called out, clapping his hands loudly. Yuri followed behind him, a bright smile on her face.

"Don't forget!" someone hissed at her before the huddle broke apart to get to their respectful places.

Mika could feel more butterflies rise in her stomach, and she took a deep breath in an effort to soothe her nerves. But that just made her feel even worse and her throat tightened uncomfortably. All of a sudden she had to desperately go to the bathroom, and she felt like throwing up. She squirmed on the piano bench as she tapped her fingers nervously.

"Show time, everyone!" Yuri smiled as she strolled by the piano with a microphone in her hand. She placed her hand on the silverette's shoulder as she swept by. Her jade eyes were full of certainty. "Don't be nervous, Mika. Being on stage is a blast-trust me, you'll love it."

She nodded and took another deep breath, and everyone backstage fell silent as the lights faded into darkness and a voice echoed throughout the entire restaurant.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've been waiting for!" a loud voice announced over the microphone, and the whole restaurant fell into a hush. "Our Christmas Festival begins...right now!"

The audience exploded with a round of cheers and applause, and Mika gasped when the curtains began to open. The piano was angled so that she could see the audience if she looked up, and she caught a glimpse of a flash going off. And she immediately lowered her eyes and stared at the piano keys and refused to look up at the audience.

"Mimi! Mimi, over here!"

She glanced up for a moment, and the sight made her jaw drop in embarrassment. Not only were Roz, Shizuru, and Botan standing on a table-they were also waving around a huge poster that said her name. Keiko had amazingly managed to sit on Yusuke's shoulders without flashing her butt to the world in an effort to get some height over the rest of the audience. The couple was smiling brightly at her and calling out her name. Yukina was sitting beside Kuwabara waving up at her. Kurama stood out all on his own with his fire-red hair, and he was smiling widely at her. She smiled back and him, and he nodded at her as if he were reassuring her that everything would be fine. She caught a glimpse of Hiei's tall hair beside Kurama, but she couldn't see the rest of the short fire demon.

"Get down!" Mika mouthed to Shizuru who tilted her head in confusion.

"WHAT'S THAT, MIMI?"

She dropped her head and let it hit against the piano, and she refused to look up again even as her friends shouted her name enthusiastically.

"Are you all ready to have some fun tonight?" Yuri addressed the crowd with a bright smile, her voice energetic. The crowd broke into applause and cheers. "I can't hear you!" The crowd began to roar, and the singer nodded her head approvingly. "That's much better! Mika darling, who don't you play us a little something?"

Mika knew that this was her cue to begin the first song, and she could hear her friends scream her name when she began to play. Her heart was pounding fast as her hands moved across the keys. Don't mess up! Don't mess up! she chanted in her head as she played the complicated melody. A moment later the whole band joined in a moment later, and Yuri began to sing.

The woman's usually smooth and strong voice seemed a bit weaker than usual, and her voice cracked slightly. When the song finished, Yuri picked up her water bottle and took a long sip. Her eyes were slightly wider than usual and she looked a bit nervous. But the show must go on, and she got back down to business.

"Alright, this next song is a sexy little piece I wrote myself," she spoke into the mic with a purr. "It's called Crazy."

Mika took a deep sigh as she placed her fingers over the right keys, and she tapped a soft melody. A drum joined in setting the slow sluggish pace and then a saxophone, the three instruments mingling together to create a smooth and sexy melody. Yuri sat her water bottle down as she waited for her turn. Then she began to sing.

"You drive me crazy..."

Suddenly, Yuri's voice croaked. Everything seemed to stand still, and Mika could hear her heart pounding in her ears over the loud speakers. Yuri tried again but her voice cracked and she coughed. A slight murmur made its way through the crowd as the singer clutched her throat and she attempted to smile.

"Guess I'm not getting any kisses under the mistletoe tonight?" she laughed hoarsely into the mic. "Darn cold."

Mika could see the others shooting her meaningful looks as they motioned for her to do something. Biting her lip, she grabbed onto the mic that was positioned over the piano and began to speak into it. "Can we have a round of applause? Look at her! The most talented singer in town has sung herself hoarse!"

"Why thank you!" Yuri smiled, continuing their friendly stage banter. "But if you all think that I can sing, wait till you hear this girl over here! Take it from here, Mika!"

Mika nodded as she swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in the back of her throat. A loud roar of applause, cheers, and whistles broke loose from the middle of the room and she could see her friends rooting her on. The rest of the audience followed suit; the cheering rising to a deafening roar. Yuri moved over to the piano where she sat and motioned for her to stand. "I can play the piano. I know the songs, I just can't sing and play at the same time."

Mika nodded as she Yuri handed her the microphone, and she questioned her in alarm. "Are you sure you can play?"

"Of course!" Yuri smiled as she spoke weakly. "I wish I could sing tonight, but you've can do it! I've heard you before."

"I'm really not that good... but I'll try," she said as she moved to take her place in the center of the stage. She gulped as she realized that the urge to pee on herself was getting stronger and stronger by the moment.

"Alright, you guys... Change of plans," she addressed the crowd in a shaky voice in an attempt to buy herself time. "I'm going to sing for you all tonight."

"WOOOH! GO, MIKA!"

"YOU SING, GIRL!"

"Can we start the music, please?" she questioned in a small voice, eager to get the whole thing over with.

~.~.~.~.~

"Whoa!"

Everyone stood around their table watching as Mika took the center stage. Her eyes were squinted, the bright lights obviously bothering her, and she was shifting around nervously.

"Mika's gonna sing?" Yusuke questioned in disbelief.

"Wait! Can she sing?" Botan questioned.

"I've never heard her sing before," Yukina answered with a shrug.

"What about you, Kurama?" Keiko said as her brown eyes turned to take in Kurama's slightly confused expression. "Have you ever heard her sing before?"

"No, I haven't," he answered truthfully with a small shake of his head.

"I've heard her sing!" Roz announced proudly with a bright smile. "It was quiet and she didn't think anyone was around, but from what I remember it was nice. Not amazing, but not bad."

"I hope you're right," Shizuru added as they watched Mika announce that she would be taking over the show for the night. "I really don't want to see her get embarrassed."

"Can we start the music, please?" Mika's soft voice reverberated off the walls and echoed through the room.

Kurama could pick out the notes of anxiousness and nervousness that rang in his best friend's voice. The palms of his hands were getting clammy and he could hear his heart beginning to beat uneasily for her as the music began to play. He watched as Mika shifted her weight once more before she lifted the microphone to her face. He was actually a bit nervous for her. He knew that it was already difficult for her to get up on stage and play the piano, but for her to be center stage and singing for the entire audience? He knew that she was probably shaking in her heels but she was hiding it well.

"You drive me crazy..."

Everyone's eyes went wide at the smooth voice that cut through the audience's chatter and swelled around the room. Time seemed to stand still for a moment and everything seemed to go silent until thunderous cheers and applause erupted through the entire restaurant.

"I can't help it, baby...

Your eyes... they set me ablaze."

"Damn!" Yusuke whistled loudly. "Listen to the girl sing!"

"Oh my god!" Botan squealed as she and Keiko bounced up and down. "I can't believe it!"

Shizuru turned and smirked at Roz whose jaw dropped. "She's not amazing?"

"Where the hell did that voice come from?" the bubbly brunette yelled in response "She didn't sing like that last time!"

"She can sing!" Kuwabara commented, his eyes wide with amazement.

Kurama nodded in agreement. He couldn't believe it either. Her voice, which was usually soft when she spoke, rang out clearly. It was as smooth as silk and slightly husky, but all at the same time retaining a strong quality. He just stared at her in astonishment. She seemed to be searching for a comforting face in the crowd, and her eyes landed on him and instantly locked onto his. She smiled shyly as she continued to sing.

"Your kiss puts me in a daze...

You drive me so crazy...

Oh, I'm lost-"

Kurama couldn't take his eyes off of her, and her eyes never strayed from his. He could feel his breath catch in the back of his throat, and his already pounding heart began to beat even faster. His ears began to sting and he knew that he was about to start blushing if he didn't look away from her. But still he couldn't even bring himself to pull away from her captivating gaze. The words of the song reached him and stirred something deep within him. It felt like electricity was flowing through his veins; it was a pleasant lightheaded and buzzing feeling.

"Look at what you've done...

Please put out the fire you've started..."

That was it.

Kurama closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, trying to slow his pounding heart. He opened his eyes once more and peered back into Mika's chocolate gaze, and he felt it click in his head.

It was true. It was really really true. Youko was right. His mother was right. His friends had all been so right all along. Everyone had been able to see it except for him, but now he just knew.

The bond between them was so much stronger, so much more intense than an ordinary friendship. It was extraordinary, fantastic, and amazing. He had never ever felt this way about anyone before, and now it all made sense. He had been denying it before, but now it was so overwhelming obvious that it wasn't possible for him to refuse it any longer.

"Hallelujah, the fool has finally swallowed his pride!" Youko teased meanly in his head. "It's about time, Shuichi."

Kurama just ignored the Spirit Fox, as he folded his arms across his chest and allowed a gentle smile to inch its way across his face. He was too busy staring back at Mika to even pay any mind to Youko.

I care for you, Mika. And so much more than a friend.

~.~.~.~.~

Feeling more and more confident, Mika had began to slowly stroll across the stage tearing her eyes away from Kurama. A small smile stretched across her face as she continued to sing.

All those fantasies she had had, all those dreams, and those hopes were finally coming to life this very moment. She wouldn't consider herself to be a self-centered person or an exhibitionist, but she was absolutely reveling in the attention she was receiving. She loved it! She loved how these people watched her! She loved the spotlight. She made it a point to make eye contact with several members in the audience as she strolled across the stage, and she adored the way they stared with fascination and even jealousy.

For the very first time, she felt truly and undeniably beautiful. And she wished that the feeling would last forever.

The audience erupted into applause when she finally finished the song, and she could feel her face splitting in half from the wide grin across her face. She curtsied a bit clumsily as she giggled a 'thank you' into the microphone.

"GO, MIKA! WOOOH!'

"Alright, well this is the next song," she spoke easily now, all traces of nervousness gone as she kicked off her heels. "This one was written by Yuri as well, and I really think that you all are going to enjoy it! It's called 'Liar'. Can we start the music, guys?"

"SING, MIKA!"

She began to sway side to side as a strong swing-like melody swelled around her, and she raised her microphone to tackle the next song.

~.~.~.~.~

"That was absolutely amazing!"

Mika laughed as she slid her aching feet back into her shoes. The show had just ended, and the curtains had been drawn closed to allow the band to pack up their belongings and compose themselves before they went to mingle with the guests. The show was amazing, and it went smoothly with no more problems. Yuri ran to her and wrapped her bony arms around the silverette's shoulders and gave her a tight squeeze. She was bouncing up and down in uncontrollable excitement.

"Don't let it go to your head, Mika. You were good," someone from across the room called out. "Not as good as Yuri, of course. But you made a good last minute replacement."

"Don't be an ass!" Yuri croaked as she took a sip of water from her water bottle She smiled at Mika, "You did an amazing job."

"Thank you," the silverette blushed as she shrugged her shoulders. "It wasn't that bad as I thought it would be. I had a lot of fun actually."

"That's good! I'm glad that you were here to take over."

She nodded, "I am too. It would suck if we disappointed those business men."

"And speaking of businessmen," Yuri whispered suddenly as she twisted her head in the direction of the door. A small group of men dressed down in expensive designer silk suits strolled lazily into the room led by Mr. Takeda. "Here they come!"

"Ah! There they are!" Mr. Takeda called out as he smiled brightly at the two girls. "My two superstars!"

"Excellent performance, my dear," one man complimented in a dry voice. "You have a lovely voice."

"Thank you," Mika smiled.

"It's a shame that we didn't get to hear anymore from you, Yuri," he continued. "You two would make a fabulous team."

"Thank you!" Yuri chirped happily before she coughed.

"So..." Mr. Takeda said, his voice dragging on. "What do you all think? Will you all sponsor us?"

The group of men all wore identical expressions: pursed lips, squinting eyes, and crossed arms. Several of the men nodded, while others whispered amongst themselves, and the spokesman of the group turned to listen. The three had strained smiles on their faces as they awaited the decision. The men continued to discuss the situation for a few more moments before their leader turned to face them. A pleasant smile was plastered across his aging face.

"You're in."

Mika's face lit up like a Christmas tree. A bright smile spread across her face and her eyes widened in shock.

"We're in?" Yuri squealed.

"Yes, we've decided that we will sponsor this restaurant. Congratulations, this is a big achievement. You should be honored."

"We are!" Mr. Takeda grinned as he reached out to shake the man's hand. "It is a honor. Thank you so much, gentlemen. Thank you!"

Mika bounced up and down in her heels as excitement flooded her body. She couldn't believe it! She had actually won them a sponsorship! Of all people that could have done it, she had! She pressed her fists to her mouth as an overwhelming joy and pride took over her. She could almost burst into flames of happiness, and she couldn't wait to leave to share her feelings with her friends.

"Thank you so much, Mika," Mr. Takeda said with a bright smile as the group of men turned to leave. He reached out and hugged her, "You're a real lifesaver!"

"I'm just glad that I could help," she responded gleefully. "Do you all need any help packing up?"

Yuri shook her head, "Don't worry about it, girl! We've got everything under control. You just go enjoy the rest of your night, alright?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm positive!" the singer laughed as she shooed her away. "Go have fun! Merry Early Christmas!"

"Merry Early Christmas," Mika giggled as she turned to leave the room. She waved to everyone else. "Goodnight everyone!"

~.~.~.~.~

"There she is!"

Kurama turned, and a bright smile stretched across his face as he caught a bright flash of red from across the room. Mika was coming out of a door that must have led onstage, and she was immediately engulfed by a crowd of curious and excited people.

"Should we rescue her?" Shizuru questioned from beside him.

He shook his head when he caught sight of the bright smile on his friend's face as she conversed with the crowd. "No, let her enjoy the attention."

"She was so great!" Keiko gushed. "I can't get over it!"

"She was lovely," Yukina agreed with a bright smile. "Absolutely lovely!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and the group talked amongst themselves for a couple of minutes. Mika approached the table minutes later, her cheeks flushed from excitement, and her lips curled into a radiant smile. She sat down beside Yukina, and her smiled widened when the petite ice-maiden wrapped her arms around her and squeezed her tightly. A shower of praise rained down on her from her friends, and she received hugs and pats on the head.

"What happened?" Roz questioned eagerly as she plopped down in the chair beside Mika. She bounced up and down full of giddy excitement. "Were the big bad business men impressed?"

"They were so impressed that we were offered a sponsorship!" Mika cried out.

"Oh my god!" Roz squealed. "Are you for real? That is so great!"

"What's the big deal?" Yusuke questioned through a mouthful of food.

"It mean we won't lose our jobs!" the bubbly brunette answered with a wide grin. "We're sure to get enough business so that the restaurant won't be shut down!"

"That's wonderful for you all," Kurama said thoughtfully. He smiled at Mika. "You did such a wonderful job tonight, Mimi."

"Yeah!" Kuwabara agreed with a grin. "Why didn't you tell us that you could sing?"

"I guess it never really came up," she admitted shyly as a blush spread across her face. "I didn't know I could sing either, so its a surprise to all of us actually."

The whole table exploded into laughter, all except for Hiei who was sitting in between Keiko and Yukina. He nodded at her when she caught his gaze, as if to congratulate her, before he leaned his head heavily in his hand. Everyone continued to talk and chatter amongst themselves for a few more minutes before Roz hopped up.

"Well, I've got to go!" she announced before she pulled Mika into a hug. "Don't party too hard tonight, okay?"

Mika rolled her eyes and laughed. "I promise I won't."

"You better not, missy! Because I exchanged numbers with the girls, and I will find out!"

"Whatever you say, Roz!"

The brunette laughed before she said her "goodbye"s, and she vanished into the crowd of people.

"We should probably get going too," Kuwabara said as he stood up from the table.

"Its party time!" Shizuru cheered as she waved her hands in the air.

"Ooh, ooh! Ooh, ooh!" Botan sang as she danced along with the brunette. "Let's go you guys!"

Mika let out a laugh as she stood up from the table to follow her friends. She turned and smiled at her favorite redhead who had fallen silent throughout the conversation. She linked their arms together as they began to walk forward. "You okay, Kurama?"

He smiled at her. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're being very quiet."

"I apologize, I just had... something on my mind."

She nodded and seemed to understand because she didn't press the matter anymore. His lips twisted in a small frown when she turned away from him to follow their friends through the crowd. He was glad that she let it go, yet at the same time he wished that she had pushed him. His arm slid from hers and he reached down to curl his hand around hers. She glanced at him for a quick moment, her eyes slightly confused but unsuspecting at the same time. He squeezed her hand. He wanted to share his new-found feelings with her. He wanted her to know how much he cared for her. He needed her to know how wonderful and how beautiful she was. He wanted to be the one to fill that hole in her heart, and he wanted to be the one that was by her side. The thought of another with her made his blood boil and it made him sick to his stomach.

The group had finally managed to make their way out of the restaurant, and they all let out a collective sigh of relief. The diner had been way too crowded and hot for anyone to be comfortable.

"Good riddance." Hiei huffed angrily. "I was about to kill someone."

"Thank you for not doing that, Hiei," Botan shook her head and ignored the glare sent flying her way. "That's not what we need tonight."

"Let's get going already!" Kuwabara said as the began to make their way across the parking lot. "I'm dyin' to get to this party!"

"Well then let's go!"

~.~.~.~.~

"Keiko! You're finally here!"

Mika stared amazed at the sight before her, her heels clicking against the tiled halls of Sarayashki High. The school's large auditorium was dark and dimly illuminated by the emergency lights as well as flashing neon lights and strobe lights. Piles of fake snow and artificial pine trees lined the walls. Silver and gold tinsel was strewn randomly across the floor as well as discarded glow-sticks. The room was completely crowded: a DJ booth was surrounded by a large crowd that gathered on the dance floor and jumped around to the booming music; some gathered around the snack table; and others were against the wall chattering quietly with friends.

"Hey!" Keiko squealed happily as two girls approached the group. One had short brown hair and matching eyes and wore thick square-shaped glasses. The other girl had chestnut colored hair that she wore in two high-pigtails and brown eyes. "Yusuke, don't be rude!" Keiko scolded as she turned to snap at the boy who scratched his head obliviously. "Say hello to my friends."

Yusuke took a step forward, and Keiko's friends took a shaky step backwards. He grinned at them, obviously noticing that he was making them uncomfortable. He seemed smug and proud as he jerked his head in greeting, "Hey."

"Eeeek!" the girl with short hair jumped. "U-Ummm... Keiko we'll see you later, okay?"

"Y-Yeah! Bye!" the other said before the two girls spun on their heels and dashed back into the auditorium.

"What a bunch o' wimps!" Shizuru cackled.

Yusuke had already had his hand raised in defense, and everyone laughed when Keiko turned to glare at him. "What are you mad at me for? I just did what you asked!"

Shaking her head and letting out a small sigh, Keiko just moved and slid her arm through Yusuke's. "I know," she said. "I don't understand why they're always so afraid of you!"

Yusuke seemed proud of himself, and they group passed through the large double-doors to enter the party. "It's because I'm Yusuke Urameshi."

"Yusuke," Mika rolled her eyes. "I don't think having a reputation as bad as yours is something to be proud about."

"Shows what you know!" he snorted.

"WHO'S READY TO PARTY?" the DJ's voice echoed throughout the room, and thunderous cheers and applause filled the room followed by the frantic beats of a hip-hop song.

Shizuru broke out into a dance routine, stomping her heels and swinging her arms above her head. "This is my song!" she announced as she and Botan began to dance their way towards the dance floor.

"Come my love," Kuwabara said as he grabbed onto Yukina's hand. He smiled charmingly at her as he began to lightly pull her away from the group and after the two girls who were leaving. "To the dance floor we go!"

Kurama gave Hiei, who was glaring daggers at Kuwabara, a stern look and Mika shook her head in disapproval. The smaller fire demon just let out a disgruntled grunt and folded his arms across his chest. Yukina didn't seem to notice what was going on and instead she giggled at Kuwabara's silliness. She waved goodbye to the rest of her friends before she followed the redhead to the dance floor The four vanished into the mass crowd, leaving the rest of the group to stand there in silence.

Keiko was tapping her foot lightly, and she was staring at Yusuke. She was obviously waiting on him to ask her to dance but he didn't seem to get the hint because he turned to grin at his other friends who remained.

"So, I heard that an upperclassman sneaked in some alcohol and is going to spike the punch bowl," he grinned. "Why don't we grab some seats and some drinks before the teachers find out?"

Kurama opened his mouth to respond to the brunette, but Keiko interrupted quickly. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously. "What? I've got to go tell the nearest-"

"Awww, c'mon Keiko!" Yusuke rolled his eyes, "I was just joking."

"No, you weren't-"

"I was," he said. But when Keiko opened her mouth to continue the argument, he grinned at her. "How about a dance?"

Kurama laughed when the teenage girl snapped her mouth shut quickly. She remained quiet for another moment before she finally said, "You don't like to dance..."

"Yeah, and I never offer so don't expect me to again either," he grinned as he began to pull her towards the dance floor "What do ya say?"

"W-Well, sure... But were you really joking about the punch thing?" she said as she linked arms with him and began to walk slowly towards the floor.

"Of course! Now relax," he laughed before he cast a glance over his shoulder at his friends. He shook his head and mouthed to them. 'I wasn't joking!' before he and Keiko disappeared into the throng of dancing teenagers.

Mika, Kurama, and Hiei stood there in silence.

"I'm going to go find that punch..." Hiei uttered lowly, barging past his two best friends towards the snacks. "I'll need some alcohol to get me through this night..."

"Hiei, no one forced you to come!" Mika called out behind him. He ignored her pointedly, and she just shook her head and sighed.

"Let's find a table," Kurama suggested, and she nodded in agreement and they made their way through the throng of teenagers. "Don't worry about Hiei. He won't ever admit to it, but he's just uncomfortable."

"I know," she sighed as they weaved their way through a throng of teenagers. She found a free table and collapsed into a chair. "But he doesn't have to be so mean about it."

Kurama took a seat across from her, a kind smile on his face. "Mimi, you and I know not to take it personally. That's just the way Hiei is."

"I know. You're right."

"Of course I am."

Rolling her eyes, she scoffed at him. "You're so conceited. You know that right?"

He just grinned shamelessly, obviously not feeling any remorse. "Yes," he answered as he reached across the table and smacked her hand lightly. "But you love me regardless..."

She pursed her lips and caught his hand in hers. She squeezed it lightly as she looked him over. Something was different about the way he spoke to her. Especially his comment-it sounded more like a question. He was trying to hide it, but she could see a glimmer of eagerness in his brilliant eyes.

"Eh... Maybe..." she grinned tauntingly. "I'm still thinking about it."

He frowned at her, and she just laughed before she gave him a reassuring smile. They were quiet for a couple of moments.

"You look beautiful," he complimented her.

"Thank you," she blushed. She could tell that his compliment was genuine and she was secretly pleased with the attention she was receiving. "You don't look too bad yourself."

He grinned, "Thanks. Are you having fun?"

"I didn't think I would, but yeah! I'm having a great time. I had so much fun on stage."

"I could tell," he laughed. "You were grinning the whole time you were up there. I didn't know you could sing. You're really talented."

"My grandmother used to call me her little nightingale, but I haven't really sung since she died."

"I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "Don't be. I'm just thankful for the time I had with her." He nodded, a smile stretching across his face as he just stared at her. "What?" she laughed.

"What do you mean what?"

"You've been staring at me all night."

Kurama could feel his face heating up a bit as a smirk stretched across her lips. She leaned forward across the table so her face was close to his. He swallowed the lump that was growing in the back of his throat and tried his hardest to resist the urge to reach forward and yank her over the table onto him. The scent of her perfume tickled his nose and he could feel the warmth of her breath ghost across his cheek.

Mika didn't know what had come over her. Most days if she realized that someone had been staring at her, she would've been blushing like crazy, but she was feeling strangely confident today. She felt sexy and beautiful and on top of the world, and she wanted to tease him a bit.

"Kurama, just why are you staring at me?"

"I wasn't staring."

She leaned closer to him. "You were, and you still are."

"I-"

"Woah! What's goin' on here?"

Mika pulled away from Kurama quickly, her face flushing a bright pink. She tossed her head in the direction of the distraction and noticed Yusuke and Hiei. Both men stood in front of the table, both wearing identical smirks.

"Nothing," Mika said as she received the cup that Hiei handed her. She stared at its contents and sniffed. "Is this...?"

"Spiked? No."

Yusuke frowned, his face twisted in disappointment. "Either a teacher found out or it was just a rumor. Eh, what the hell..." Yusuke took a swig from his cup before he set it down. "Watch my drink, will ya? Keiko's waiting on me."

"Sure," Mika shrugged as she watched the teenager jog back towards the dance floor where Keiko stood.

The three friend's fell into a comfortable silence, turning their heads to watch the crowd writhe and grind to the beats of a popular pop song. Mika could see Yukina and Kuwabara dancing awkwardly, spinning in a simple circle. Keiko and Yusuke were nearby; Keiko's arms were wrapped around Yusuke's neck and she was whispering something into his ear. Shizuru and Botan were no were to be seen; the two parties animals were probably in the very center of the crowd.

"Do you want to dance, Mika?"

Blinking, Mika turned to stare incredulously at her friend. Kurama just smiled at her, awaiting her answer.

"D-Dance?" He nodded, and she swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat. "Ummm... Kurama, I... I don't dance."

"Why not?" he pressed.

"I kinda don't know how..."

Hiei snorted in laughter, and she turned to glare at him. He glared right back.

"It's really easy, Mika. You just move to the music."

"I know that but... I don't want to look like an idiot."

"Look out at the people. A lot of them look silly, but they're having a lot of fun."

She pursed her lips as she considered his words. Some people did look absolutely ridiculous but it was hard to ignore the bright smiles and laughter. Others had more tasteful dance moves than others, and some just moved from side to side or jumped up and down.

"Will you dance with me?"

Mika let out a silent sigh before she smiled uncertainly. She turned to Kurama who had a hopeful smile on his face. She shrugged her shoulders. "Ok, I'll dance with you."

The redhead slid out of his chair and held out his hand for her to take. She laughed as she grabbed onto him and stood. She turned to glance back at Hiei who was sitting in his seat.

"Ummm, Hiei? Will you be alright sitting here by yourself?" She tensed up when Hiei crushed his cup slightly in his fist and glared at her. She waved her hand at him dismissively "Well fine then! Just because you're not havin' any fun doesn't mean you get to be mean to me, Hiei Jaganshi!"

Kurama just chuckled loudly behind her, and Hiei just glared at her. His eyes never left hers even as he crushed the cup in his hand even more. Her gaze never wavered from the fire demon's even when she felt heat licking at her ankles.

"Kurama, get her away from me before I kill her."

Mika opened her mouth to continue the argument when she felt Kurama's hand wrap around hers. She immediately focused in on him, taking in the amused expression playing across his strikingly handsome features. He pulled on her hand a bit in an effort to lead her away from the table. Mika turned and stuck her tongue out at Hiei before she allowed herself to be led away and onto the dance floor.

"You two argue like an old married couple," Kurama commented as he spun the woman to face him. He smiled brightly at her.

"Yeah, well, Hiei is just as grumpy as an old man." She could feel an ecstatic smile stretch across her face when she made Kurama laugh once again. She was having so much fun, and she was so happy to see that he was enjoying himself as well. Kurama placed his freehand on her hip, and he readjusted their already intertwined hands so that they were more comfortable.

"We're slow dancing to a fast song?" she questioned incredulously. She felt ridiculous, and she could feel her heart slamming into her ribcage as Kurama pulled her closer to him. She could feel his warm breath on her face, and she cut her eyes away from his in an effort to regain her composure.

You've got to learn to walk before you can run."

"Can we start with crawling actually?" she whispered, "I can't dance..."

"You'll be just fine, Mimi," he whispered in her ear as he squeezed her hand, "We'll take baby steps, okay?"

"If you let me fall over then I'm out of here," she whispered into his ear.

"Don't worry," he laughed as he pushed gently on her hip, "Just follow my lead. I promise I won't let you fall."

~.~.~.~.~

"Go, Mika! Go!"

Mika let out a loud laugh as Yusuke spun her around in a dizzying circle. The rest of their friends formed a small circle around them; everyone laughing along with them and clapping their hands in time with the music. It had been at least two hours since Kurama had managed to get Mika out on the dance floor, and she hadn't sat down ever since. All it took was a few dances with Kurama, and she had officially become a party animal. She didn't know how or why it happened or what had gotten into her, but she absolutely loved to dance-and to party.

"Look at her go!" Shizuru howled in laughter. "That girl's got some moves!"

She couldn't believe how much fun she had been missing out on!

The feeling and the thrill of moving her body and the way it made her heart pound amazed her. She loved to hear the music throbbing overhead while she matched her feet to the rhythm. It was intoxicating and she could feel the music beneath her skin. Her feet were aching and throbbing but she couldn't stop; it was like an addiction. The dance floor was hot and smelled slightly of sweat, but she didn't pay it any mind. She was surprised that her makeup hadn't sweated off from all the dancing she had done. She was so caught up in having the greatest night of her life that nothing seemed to matter except her and her friends.

"Alright, everyone!" the DJ's smooth reverberated around the room as the song came to an end. Mika dropped Yusuke's hands and began to applaud along with the rest of the crowd. "This is the last song of the night! So grab your date and let's slow dance."

"This is the last song?" she pouted as she watched her friends grab their dates. "That sucks!"

"It's close to midnight so they've got to end the party." Kurama laughed from behind her. "Do you want to dance?"

"Okay!"

The melody that weaved through the room was soft and entrancing. Several people had went to sit back down; while the rest of the crowd on the dance floor coupled up. Keiko and Yusuke were a few feet away, slowly rocking from side to side as they whispered quietly to each other. Kuwabara and Yukina were holding hands and still awkwardly spinning in their little circle. Botan and Shizuru were being silly, as always, and doing the tango while adding in their own ridiculous and exaggerated movements. Mika spun to face Kurama who just smiled gently at her as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She lazily reached up and draped hers around his neck, and they began to sway from side to side slowly.

"Are you having fun?" he questioned softly.

She nodded happily before she let out a small yawn. Kurama scrunched up his nose at her, pretending to be disgusted, and she rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up..."

"I'm wasn't talking."

"You are now, Mr. Know-It-All."

He chuckled at her meaningless insult, and she stuck her tongue out at him playfully before they fell back into a comfortable silence. Now that she had finally slowed down a bit, she realized exactly how tired she was. Kurama laughed when she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Tired?" he questioned.

"Yes," she murmured as she closed her eyes and took in a deep relaxing breath. She caught the familiar hint of sweet roses and warmth that radiated from Kurama's skin. She loved the way he smelled. And she loved the way his arms felt wrapped around her. He made her feel so safe and secure. Being near him was like a piece of peace and she absolutely adored every second she spent with him. She had missed him so much the past week when they had been ignoring each other, and it had made her so sad. If one week without him had been absolute torture, she couldn't imagine what an eternity without him would be like.

"Kurama?"

"Yes?"

"I missed you so much," she pressed her face into his chest, feeling slightly embarrassed. Her face began to heat up, and she could feel her heart began to pound in her chest. "This past week without you has been complete hell, and I just wanted you to know that I always want you to be around."

Kurama was silent for a few moments, and Mika didn't dare to look up to see his expression. She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter as she felt a sinking feeling gather in the pit of her stomach. She was so stupid! Why did she say that? Her mind began to whirl as thoughts zipped through her mind. Would what she just said freak him out? Would he push her away? She wished she could just take back the words and stuff them back down her throat. She had probably sounded so stupid and so-

"Mika," he whispered gently as he reached up and rubbed her back. "I apologize for hurting you; it was not my intent. I'm not going anywhere. I will always be here for you no matter what."

Cheers erupted around the room followed by whoops and hollers of approval. The last song had just ended, and the DJ was now chattering over the microphone to the audience. Students rushed past them in mass amounts to gather their belongings to leave. But Kurama and Mika remained where they were. Relief flooded her body, and she raised her eyes to timidly look at him. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as he stared down at her. His green eyes were smoldering and so deep that she felt like she was drowning in them. They held so much passion and so much raw emotion that it took all her willpower to pull away before she fainted. So many emotions coursed through her body that it confused her. She had such a strong urge to just grab him and pull him down to kiss her. She wanted to feel it so badly. She wanted to feel his warmth and his compassion. And she couldn't deny it any longer. There was something between them; it was obvious. She was feeling so needy, and she ran her hands across the smooth fabric of his tuxedo before she tore her gaze away from his. Damn his eyes! And damn him for making her feel this way. Her breath caught in her throat once again when Kurama placed his hand on her cheek to get her attention. She hesitantly looked up at him again. A gentle smile was stretched across his face, and she smiled back awkwardly He pulled away from her and grasped his hands in hers. She blinked up at him slightly confused, but there was an determined expression on his face as he opened his mouth.

"There's something I want to tell you, Mika. I-"

"Hey, you guys!"

Kurama's mouth snapped shut when a hand clapped down on his shoulder. He dropped Mika's hands, and his body tensed up. Feeling just as irritated with the interruption, Mika glared at the intruder. But Yusuke seemed to be oblivious because he just grinned at her over the redheaded man's shoulder. Kurama had an irritated look on his face, and he slowly turned his head to glare at the teenager.

Yusuke noticed the death glare immediately, and he quickly backed off. He held his hands in front of his body in defense. "Whoa, chill out, Foxboy! Am I interrupting something?"

"No, of course not." Kurama said through stiff lips before he turned to frown at Mika. "We were only having a... discussion."

"Must've been a heated one to get you so bent out of shape!" the detective said as he scratched at his chin. "No fighting tonight, lovebirds!"

"We weren't fighting," Mika sighed. "What is it?"

Yusuke pretended to be offended by her agitated tone. "What? I can't come say "hi" to two of my best friends?" Mika just rolled her eyes, and he laughed. "Alright, alright. Well, Botan told me to tell you two to come over. Says it's really important."

Immediately the irritation washed away, and the two friend's faces were filled with curiosity and concern.

"Is she alright?" Mika questioned beginning to walk forward to find her friend.

Yusuke just waved off her worry, "She's fine. Just follow me."

Mika turned to look at Kurama who caught her eye and just shrugged. They followed Yusuke who weaved in and out of the crowd, and led them towards the back of the room. A large group of teenagers loitered in the dimly lit place-mostly couples who were completely wrapped up in each other. Mika immediately spotted her friends gathered around a set of large double doors that led into the locker rooms and bathrooms; each friend wore an anxious expression except for Hiei was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

"What's going on you guys?" Mika questioned in concern.

"C'mere, and I'll tell you!" Botan said as a smile slithered its way across her face. "Kurama, you too! It's important!"

Blinking in confusion, Mika did as she was told and stepped forward so that she was standing beneath the open doors. Kurama followed her; his expression slightly irritated. He was obviously becoming annoyed with all of

the nonsense that was going on. They stood there silently, eagerly awaiting to hear Botan's big secret. But she remained silent with a sly grin across her face; she looked like a cat that had just caught an innocent mouse.

"Well..." Mika said, shifting uncomfortably as all eyes focused in on her. "What's the secret, Botan?"

"Look up."

"What?"

She pointed upwards, and the grin on her face widened even more. "Look up."

Still utterly confused and feeling slightly frustrated, Mika glanced up. There was nothing remarkable there. The only thing she saw was the wooden frame of the doors and a small plant hanging from it. The leaves were dark green and one bright berry hung from it. Mika turned her attention back to Botan and frowned at her.

"You're not making any sense-"

"Mistletoe."

Mika turned to glance at Kurama. His lips were pressed together in a thin line, and his bright eyes were narrowed slightly. He folded his arms tightly across his chest.

"Yeah! And there's only one berry left!" Keiko squealed as she bounced up and down. "Me and Yusuke already took a turn."

"What are you all talking about?"

"It's a Christmas custom," Kurama explained. "When two people meet under a hanging of mistletoe... they are obliged to kiss." Mika's eyes went wide, and he continued on. "Each time a couple kisses they must pluck a berry

from the plant. Once all the berries are plucked, no one may kiss beneath it any more."

"And we saved the last berry especially for you two!" Shizuru swooned as she shoved Kurama closer towards Mika. "So get to work!"

Mika could feel her mouth go dry, and she peered up into Kurama's green eyes uncertainly. Her heart began to pound in her chest rapidly, and she could her palms beginning to get clammy. Heat rushed to her face, and she

knew immediately that she had turned as red as a tomato Kurama just gave her a hesitant and timid smile.

"Awww! Mika's face is as red as Kurama's hair!" Yusuke snickered.

"S-Shut up!" Mika squeaked as she turned and aim a kick at the brunette. She missed, and the sudden movement caused her to lose her balance. She threw her arms out in an effort to regain her balance, and she shrieked as

she toppled forward. She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the impact, but a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. She opened her eyes and could feel her face heat up even more as she realized that she was staring right into Kurama's brilliant green eyes. Her friends were snickering in laughter around them, and she glared at them.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Kuwabara began to chant lowly, and soon the others joined in.

Mika closed her eyes, and she wished that the ground beneath her would just open up and swallow her whole. This was so embarrassing, and she couldn't believe that her friends wouldn't let them go. She could feel Kurama's arms tighten around her waist, and he pulled her closer to him. He released her quickly, and his hand moved to wrap around hers. He squeezed her hand gently.

"Kiss! Or else!"

"Mika," Kurama whispered in her ear. She opened her eyes and looked up at him nervously. He smiled gently at her. "I don't have cooties. I promise."

She managed to let out a weak laugh, and she just gave him a small smile. She could hear her heart pounding deafeningly in her ears as she stared up into his bright eyes. Kurama lifted their intertwined hands and brought her hand to his face, kissing it softly. She could feel heat creep up the back of her neck in embarrassment, and a shiver went down her spine.

"That's not good enough!" Shizuru called out.

Kurama ignored their friends, and he seemed to be caught up in the moment. A ghost of a smile played across his lips as he dropped her hand. His gaze never wavered from hers, and she could feel something deep within her stir. The way he looked at her made her feel so nervous yet so good on the inside. His eyes were filled with so much compassion, so much love, and she just wanted to feel it. She couldn't help it. She needed him so badly, and she couldn't deny it any longer. Kurama pulled her closer to him, and he stared into her eyes as he brushed away a loose hair from her face. She could feel her breath catch in the back of her throat as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead, and her eyes fluttered shut.

"Awww! How cute!"

When Kurama pulled away, Mika's eyes opened and she smiled up at him. Her smile seemed to encourage him because he leaned forward once again, this time his face coming dangerously close to hers. Her eyes fell shut once again, and she held her breath as she waited for him to kiss her. Time seemed to stand still as she stood there and waited. She could feel his warm breath against her face, and she could feel her heart pound even harder in her chest. This was it. She felt Kurama's lips peck at the corner of her lips before they pressed fully against her cheek. He pulled away quickly, and she opened her eyes to look at him. He just grinned at her as he reached up and plucked the very last berry from the mistletoe plant.

"He didn't kiss her!" Botan yelled. She jabbed her finger at the redhead. "No fair! You have to!"

Kurama rolled the berry in between his fingers as the grin on his face widened even more. He tossed it over his shoulder. "There are no more berries."

Mika could feel her face flushed darkly, and she couldn't help but feel disappointed yet relieved at the same time. She smacked the redhead's arm lightly, determined to play it off as if it were a joke. "Kurama, you're such a flirt!"

Kurama just grinned at her but he remained silent.

"This isn't fair!" Keiko whined as she reached up and yanked down the bare mistletoe plant. "You tricked us!"

"I told you fools that your plans wouldn't work." Hiei huffed as he pushed himself off the wall. "Now, let's go."

Mika watched as her friends all gathered their belongings to leave. She and Kurama remained where they stood in silence. She lifted her eyes to focus her attention on Kurama. Her face flushed bright pink as she wondered just exactly what had happened between them just a moment ago. "Kurama? About earlier..."

He smiled as he opened his mouth to answer when a loud voice cut through the conversation.

"Hey! You guys comin'?"

"You two better not be kissing!"

Mika was absolutely flustered as she looked away from the redhead in embarrassment. Kurama laughed at her as he reached over to grab her hand. He squeezed it gently before he pulled her in an effort to lead her away from the doors.

"We're coming!" Kurama answered before he turned to look at Mika once more. "Mika, no matter what happens... I will always be here for you. You know that, right?"

She tilted her head, not really understanding what he was getting at, but she nodded her head anyway before she smiled at him. "I know."

"Good," he smiled as he began to lead her towards her friends who were waiting impatiently ahead of them. "Let's get you home. It's late."

~.~.~.~.~

Mika and Kurama slowly walked up the driveway in complete silence. She twirled her keyring around her index finger idly as she thought of the night's events. She had had such a great time that she was sad to see the night coming to an end. Her lips twisted into a small frown, and she turned to look at Kurama. His green eyes widened as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't be before he turned to face forward once more. She tilted her head in curiosity. This wasn't the first time that she had caught him looking at her.

"Kurama, what is it?" she questioned.

He allowed her to walk up the porch steps before he followed behind her. "Nothing."

She wasn't buying his act, and she frowned at him before she stuck her key in the front door and began to turn it. "C'mon, Red! Tell me!"

He just smiled as he shook his head. "Nothing."

She pursed her lips as she pushed open the door and stepped inside. She shrugged out of the long dress coat, and she hung it on the hook beside the door. She could see Kurama's face turn a slight shade of red as he watched her, and she couldn't help but wonder what he was hiding as she knelt down to unbuckle the straps of her shoes. She glanced up to see him hovering in the doorway.

"What's wrong?" she questioned. "Come inside, you'll let out the heat."

He just shook his head. "It's alright; I should leave."

She kicked off her shoes and let out a sigh of relief as she straightened up. Her brown eyes narrowed in confusion as her eyes searched his for something, but Kurama's face remained masked. She leaned against the door-frame, and she smiled up at him.

"I had a wonderful time tonight."

"I'm glad," he answered.

The corners of Mika's mouth pulled down as bit as disappointment flooded her. She could feel something building between them all night. She could feel it when they talked to each other, when they danced together, and especially when he had teased her beneath the mistletoe. It was driving her crazy, and she wanted to talk to him about it. But every time they seemed to be getting closer, something would happen or Kurama would suddenly pull away. It was as if there was something he wanted her to know but he kept hiding it as if he were afraid. She understood that maybe it was something that he didn't want to discuss in front of their friends, but now they were completely alone. She was waiting, but now he was acting distant. She was now starting to question whether what she had felt between them was real at all. Perhaps she was so tired today that she was reading all the signs incorrectly? Perhaps all that nerves she felt was because of her anxiousness? Or maybe the drinks that they had drank at the party were actually were spiked? Could it possibly explain the feelings that had suddenly struck her? She could feel herself sinking more and more into despair as she stared at Kurama's beautiful face. Maybe he didn't have any interest in her? Was she making a complete fool of herself?

"Maybe we should call it a night..." she whispered, the disappointment evident in her voice. She strained a smile at him before she moved to pat him on the shoulder feeling too awkward to give him a hug. "Tell Shiori and Kakota I say 'hello', would ya?" She let out a silent sigh when he remained silent, and she turned to step back into the house. She froze in place when she felt Kurama's arms wrap around her.

"Wait!" he whispered softly, and she shivered as his breath brushed against her exposed neck. "I'm sorry, Mika. I just..."

She could feel her heart beginning to pound as she let her eyes close. She immediately became aware of how close he was. She could smell the lingering scent of roses and cologne, she could feel his warm breath brushing across her skin, and the way his body just completely melded to hers. He was so warm, and she just wished she could just remain in him arms like that forever.

"T-There's something I need to tell you," he said, his strained voice betraying him as he released her. "It's important."

She could feel her already pounding heart double its speed as she turned to face him. She stared up into his eyes, and she was slightly unsettled by what she saw. His eyes were filled with a tinge of fear and hesitation. Never had she imagined nor had she seen this sort of reaction from him. Kurama was always brave. Always strong. He was always so cool and collected, and not once did she ever see him panic. But the way he looked now-so out of his element and so... vulnerable-made her heart pound even harder. It frightened her a bit.

"Are you okay, Kurama?"

Kurama felt like an idiot, and he completely froze in place. His mind was spinning in several directions all at once. His heart threatened to jump out of his chest as he searched for the right words to tell her. He didn't know how to put his feelings into comprehensible words. He wanted to tell her how much he cared about her, how much he absolutely adored her.

"Don't blow this, you fool! Just say it!" Youko roared in the back of his mind. "Do it, Shuichi!"

"I-I, uh..."

"Don't screw this up!"

Mika let out a small gasp when all of a sudden Kurama's arms were wrapped around her waist and pulling her towards him. She collided into his chest, and she could feel him pressing his lips against her forehead. She let her eyes flutter closed, and she just wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. He released her, and a grin played across his lips.

Feeling slightly embarrassed and a bit irritated, she swatted at him. "You're such a flirt!"

"I know."

Even though he seemed easy-going and calm on the outside, he was actually panicking and cursing himself on the inside. He felt like a complete and utter fool. At the last second, he completely did a 180 and played everything off as a joke. He could see the slight tinge of disappointment cross Mika's face, and he wanted to tell her; he really and truly did. But he just couldn't find a way to force the words out. It was too strange. It was too much all at once. To admit how he truly felt and to leave his heart in her hands made him feel too vulnerable and out of control. He had never let anyone get the best of him; the only one who had managed to get under his skin was his human mother and sometimes it was too much for him. He just needed time to sort through everything.

"Goodnight, Kurama." Mika smiled as she reached out to give him one last joking shove.

He caught her hand in his, and he raised it to his face. His eyes were bright with mischief and a small smirk was on his face before he kissed her hand.

"Ugh! You're such a man-whore," she laughed as she snatched her hand away. "Go home!"

"That's not nice, Mimi."

"Well, you're not being nice either."

"How so?" he challenged with a conceited grin.

She could feel her face turn slightly red as the irritation and embarassement started to get the best of her! He wasn't being nice nor fair because he was teasing her! He kept kissing her, and he kept making her feel all these confusing overwhelming feelings and he wouldn't do anything about it! She wished that when he had grabbed her that he would've actually kissed her or at least would've told her what he was hiding from her. She had an idea of what it was, but still! She wanted to hear the words. She wanted to feel the love. She needed to make sure it was real and true before she would actually give her heart to him. Until then, she would just consider this all a cruel joke he was playing on her.

She let out a huff. "Goodnight, Kurama."

He just ignored her icy tone as he moved in closer. He reached out and brushed a stray hair from her face before his hand slid to cup her cheek in his hand, and her breath caught in the back of her throat for the umpteenth time that night. She reached up and laid her hand over his, trapping it as she looked up into his eyes. The beautiful green orbs had softened, and he regarded her with such tenderness and compassion. She closed her eyes, feeling an odd sense of warmth and peace wash over her.

"Goodnight, Mimi," he said softly. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Kurama."

She watched as the redheaded man spun on his heel and descended the porch steps. He turned to glance at her once more and waved before he climbed into his car. She waved back and watched as he slowly backed out of the driveway. He flashed the headlights at her as if to say 'goodbye' once more before he turned into the street and disappeared down the corner. A bright smile stretched across her face, and she placed her hand on her chest over her heart. She felt so warm and peaceful on the inside as she retreated into the warm house for the night.

Her mind was blissfully hazy as she prepared for bed. She showered, brushed her teeth, and changed into her bedclothes. All she could think about was how much fun she had had that night and how much she couldn't wait to see Kurama the following day. Her eyes fluttered shut and smiled as she touched the corner of her lips where he had kissed her beneath the mistletoe. She could still see his heart-melting stare and his smile when she closed her eyes. It made her happy and it made her smile uncontrollably.

Before she went to sleep for the night, she placed the ward that Botan had given her on her nightstand and she programmed Tsuki's phone number into her cell phone. She gathered all her dirty clothes that littered her bedroom floor into a pile and carried it downstairs to the laundry room. She tossed them in the hamper, and she was about to close it when a flash of red caught her eye. Smiling slightly, she pulled out her dress and held it up to her face to examine it. Making sure to be very careful with it, she placed it on the hanger and hung the garment on the door. She would take it to the dry cleaners first thing Monday morning.

She flicked the light off in the laundry room, and she retreated to her bedroom to finally get some sleep. As she climbed into bed and closed her eyes, there was only one thing that she could say.

"It's amazing what a little red dress can do."

~.~.~.~.~

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Author's Notes

[1] - If you would like to look at an example what Mika's dress looks like, here is a link to a picture that I found. It is the closest representation I found to what I imagined. The dress I imagined though was a bit tighter as well as shorter-think Kim Kardashian. :) ( .com/assets/1347/7_ )