Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ A Beautiful Thing ❯ Chapter 3

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A/N: hey, thanks for reviewing. I just wanted to make sure that everybody knows that I'm not
Roxy and none of my friends are Maya. I really hate stories like that, but it's kind of hypocritical
of me. Putting in my own characters to an anime seemed like a good idea at the time. Without
further ado, here's the story . . .

Fe - thanks a lot! I'm glad you like it.



Chapter 3


Maya's face was full of carefully placed emotion. "Roxy . . . " she said softly. "You're bonded to
Yusuke Urameshi."

I blanched. "Can't you do something?" I asked desperately.

She shook her head sadly. "The tattoo was sealed with very powerful magic. I'm afraid that I
can't reverse it."

I stood up so fast I almost fell over. "But I only met the damn punk less than an hour ago!" I
yelled.

"There has to be a mastermind behind this scheme. We'll do the best we can to find out who it is,
Roxy."

Oh man. I hate how she's staying so frigging calm about all of this.

I forced my breathing and heartbeat to slow, and I tried to sort out my thoughts. All right. So . .
. bonded, huh? That's not such a big deal. 'Right?'

"Define 'Bonded'," I said cautiously.

Both of Maya's eyebrows shot up into her hairline. "You mean to tell me that you don't know
what being bonded is?"

I scowled at her. "You wanna make something of it?"

Maya pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them. "No, I'm just surprised, is
all." She paused. "The effects of being bonded vary from person to person. But the main idea is
that the bonded pair will always stay together, no matter what." Her gaze didn't quite meet my
eyes.

"You know what? I have to go."

"Here, let me drive you," Maya murmured.

I sank back down onto the couch for a moment as she made her way out to the driveway. 'This
was such a waste of my time,' I thought with my head in my hands. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Thanks for ruining my life, My," I mumbled, then staggered to my feet and headed out to the car.

I opened the front door just in time to see Maya turn the key in the ignition of her convertible. A
wide grin momentarily lit up my face as the music came blasting on over the speakers. Maya's
hair flew back from her face with the intensity of the sound, and I laughed. Her hand shot
forward and fiercely jabbed the "off" button. I knew I should have told her that she forgot to turn
down the music.

"Just get in the car."

~

Maya had dropped me off a little over four hours ago, and all I have accomplished so far is
demonstrating how to make pop tarts, and watch a Samurai Jack marathon on television. What
can I say - Samurai Jack is the Shit. I've eaten about two boxes of pop tarts, and an entire liter of
orange pop. As of ten minutes ago, I've moved on to the only other food in my apartment - a bag
of oreos.

Walking sleepily back from my kitchen, I collapsed onto my pull out couch and resumed watching
Samurai Jack.

~

*Thud*

"Damn . . ." I focused my sleepy eyes on a nearby clock. "Nine thirty?!" Crap! From my newly
acquired spot on the floor, I pulled a total army-style move and somersaulted to my feet. On my
way out the door, I snatched up the keys to my motorcycle, slipped on some shoes, and ran for it.
I pounded down the stairway instead of waiting for an elevator, and sprinted out to the parking
garage. Less than twenty seconds later, the engine of my sports bike was revved and I shot down
the street. If anyone was watching, all they'd see is a red blur speeding by. I didn't even bother
putting on my helmet - I doubt I'm going to need it.

Code Red is a local night club down in the heart of New Jersey. I work there as a bartender
whenever I have some spare time, usually on the night shifts. It's an easy way to get money, and
hey, the bills do have to get paid.

I arrived at the bar in no time flat, and immediately jumped off of my bike and ran inside. Passing
the bouncer, I managed a quick, "Hey Steve," as I flashed my ID. I stepped inside, and squinted
as my eyes got used to the strobe lights. I headed toward the back rooms to tell my manager that
I was here.

"Masuro!" I turned at my name.

"Charlie?" Charlie is my favorite person in the entire world. He's the guy who gave me my job at
Code Red, and helped me get onto my feet when my parents died. He owns the nightclub.

"Masuro, how've you been?" Charlie asked in his deep voice. He always seems to be smiling.

"I've been pretty okay, man. You?"

He chuckled. "Same here."

"The wife and kids?"

"They're great, as usual."

I smiled. "That's good to hear, Charlie." He towered above me at 6'5, and he was well-dressed in
his dark business suit. He's built like a football player, and a real cool guy for 42 years old.

"Roxy Masuro! We need you at the counter!" A voice yelled from the bar.

"Hey, I gotta go. Take care of yourself, okay?" I smiled at Charlie.

He patted my shoulder with his large hand, and smiled back. "I will, kid. I will."

~

Four hours later, I had done my shift and was out of there. I hiked up my jeans as I entered the
parking lot.

I was on my way over to my bike when I heard, "Let me go!" I turned, and I saw a tall,
broad-shouldered guy using a really big hand to pin a really small girl up against the side of a
building. There was an amused expression on the guy's face.

Only the girl who was stuck between his hand and 60 years' worth of ugly brown paint didn't look
like she thought it was funny.

"Aw, come on, babe," the guy said. "I just want to talk to you."

The girl was shaking.

"I saw you and him together," said the guy, still all smiles.

"Let me . . ." The girl begged. There was a thump and a short whimper from the girl.

I stopped. I really, really didn't need this. I took a deep breath. And headed toward the couple.
The easiest thing would be to grab the guy by the face and teach him how soft a skull is compared
to a concrete wall. But then, smashing in someone's head wouldn't help my reputation.

Words are an option. I haven't used that method much, but there's a first time for everything,
right?

By now, I was close enough to the two for them to realize I was there. The guy looked up at me
for a second, then spent twice as long staring at my chest. The girl stared at me with a look of
fear, hope, or stupidity. I guess it was a mixture of all three.

"Is there . . . uh, a problem here?"

'Brilliant.'

The guy smiled. "Nothing that I can't handle. Why don't you run along?"

I didn't budge, and the smile disappeared from his face.

"Didn't you hear me?" He asked harshly. "I said to leave."

"Oh, I heard you," I rocked back on my heels. "I just chose to ignore you."

Fury sparked in his light blue eyes, and he grabbed me by the wrist. I was glad. If he touched me
first, then everything from here on out is self-defense.

In three moves, I had him on his back and screaming like a baby. My left arm propped me up
over his body, and my right forearm was crushing his larynx.

"Now that wasn't a good idea, was it?" I asked casually. "Here's what I want you to do. You are
going to apologize to this chick here, and you're never going to touch another female again, do
you understand me?"

He nodded vigorously, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

I pressed harder on his throat. "I don't hear an apology."

"I'm sorry!" He squeaked out, his voice an octave higher than it was two minutes ago.

"There we go."

I went home.

~

*back at the parking lot*

Four shadowed figures still stood stock still, their mouths hanging open and their eyes open wide.

"I think we need to talk to Koenma."


A/N: hey, I'll be gone for a week. Review me if you wanna see another chapter, I love your input!
Have a kick ass summer, everybody.

-babi blu