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Lesson Hunter Kintaro 1 A
NOTE:  Brackets indicate Kintaro's internal monologue [ ].

     "But Grandma!"
     "No buts, Yohko!  You will do as I say!"
     "But it's Saturday!  Chie and I are supposed to go shopping, we're
going to help Azusa pick out a new dress.  We saw this cute one in
the..."
     "Yohko!"
     The young devil hunter stopped, staring blankly at her grandmother.
"Yeah?"
     The short, wisened old woman placed her hands behind her back and
closed her eyes.  "Yohko, I have told you time and time again of your
responsiblility to the human race, have I not?"
     Yohko rolled her eyes.  "Countless times, Grandma."  
     "Well, later today a young man is coming to help out around here,
especially since your mother and I are going on vacation."
     "Yeah!"  Yohko interrupted, "Just like last time!  Without me!"
     Madoka ignored her and continued, "We feel the work load is too
much for just you and Asuza, especially with school.  So, I hired help."
     "Who?"  Yohko asked, resigned to her fate.
     "Oe Kintaro, a nice man I met at the market yesterday."
     Yohko exploded, "What?!  You got some old man to work here at the
house with me and Azusa?!  Alone?!"
      "Not an old man, Yohko, a young man.  You're not listening to me
again, as usual."
     Yohko took a breath, but said nothing as Madoka rambled on, hearing
only an occasional, "very polite," or "needed the work",
as she headed off on her favorite course of daydreaming.  A necessary
talent when in a conversation with her grandmother.  
     "So your virginity should be in no danger," she was saying, "Yes,
Grandma," Yohko responded obligingly.  Then, what was said sunk in
completely, "Wha..Grandma!!"  "Well,
I'm only saying , it's a good thing Kintaro is so well mannered and
respectable." She considered before continuing,  "Otherwise it could be
a problem to be around a hormonal young thing like yourself."  
     "I am no...ooh, Grandma!!"  
     Madoka held up a warning hand,"I once had a very similar
conversation with your mother, she was just as self assured, and look
what an amazing devil hunter she turned out to be."
     "Sayoko's a devil hunter too?"  Asuza flushed under the none too
amused gaze of the two more experienced women, and promptly began her
retreat.  
     "Asuza," Madoka snapped. 
     "Yes?" she responded, from relative safety.
     "You wanted something?"  
     After a brief moment of blankness, she brightened, "Oh, yeah,
there's someone at the door," she paused for a moment confused, "he says
he works here."
     Madoka turned a level glance to Yohko.  "That would be Kintaro.
Considering you are to be here with him, and helping him, I think you
should go greet him."
     Yohko sighed, "Yes, Grandma."  With that, she headed for the front
door, passing her mother who was poking her head out of the dining room.
She opened the door and suddenly found herself staring at the most
gorgeous man she had ever seen.  Of course, she thinks that about every
decent looking guy that shows up.  
     "Uh, hello?"  Kintaro greeted as he watched the girl in front of
him fall into some sort of trance.  She was most certainly a very pretty
young woman, just entering the prime of her maidenly life.  Fortunately,
she would not have to mar that perfect skin with menial labors... that's
what he was here for.
     "Hi,"  Yohko replied in a dreamy voice.
     As Kintaro further stared into the soft eyes of the girl before him
he saw something.  A spark, an energy.  There was more to this young
lady than doeish looks and childish ponytails.  He would find out what.
However, getting into the house might be a good idea.  "I'm here to help
you with chores while your family is away."  He said, bowing deeply.
     "Uh, yeah,"  Yohko breathed, stepping to the side to allow him
entrance.
     Kintaro walked into the suburban home and began to remove his
shoes.  Yohko stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder.  This sent
a shiver through his frame that he was quite familiar with.  [Oh no,
it's starting again.]
     "You don't have to do that.  Grandma may be traditional, but my
mother can't stand it."
"Come," she managed to say without stuttering,
"I'll show you your room."
      Kintaro felt a familiar stirring, [Oh, sweet girl, so
contemporary, so cutting edge, and mother of GOD, look at the, uh, mind
on her.]
KIntaro felt the blood pulsing in his eyeballs,
as well as other diverse parts of his anatomy,
as he watched Yohko walk, a scant couple of feet in front of him.
      [Look at the grace with which she moves,
the fluid motion, and o-Oh!]  He was vaguely aware of the drool
collecting along the bottom
of his lip.  [CHEEKS, such a short skirt, 
so innocent, so unaware of my lecherous
gaze upon her virginal form, HEAVEN FORGIVE ME!!!]  
     Yohko furtively wiped a drop of sweat from her brow, 'He seems so
kind,' she risked
a glance over her shoulder, 'and he's so handsome, his flowing hair,
that firm body,
CURSE YOU GRANDMA!!!'  
     As if on cue Madoka popped out of the adjoining hall with Sayoko in
tow.  "Yohko!  Your mother and I are leaving.  Oh, hello, Kintaro.  You
know where everything is, our plane leaves in five minutes, have fun!"
Her last statement was slightly muffled by the slamming of the door. 
     Kintaro and Yohko were left staring blankly at the still vibrating
door.  Kintaro took the moment to wipe a trail of drool from his chin.
Then, they turned to each other.  
     Yohko shrugged, "Well, that... purplish blur was my mother,
Sayoko."
     "Her arm was very pretty."  Kintaro joked with a grin.
     She chuckled lightly and began to walk up the stairs.  He followed
obediantly, his eyes never leaving the point where her long silky legs
became shadowed by her skirt.  [God, if only the wind would blow
indoors.]  He began to lean forward slightly so as to get a better view.
     He was so enthralled with Yohko's assets that he never noticed her
stopping at the top of the stairs.  However, he did when his face became
buried in her crotch.  He let out a muffled grunt as he found himself
blind, but surprisingly happy.
     Yohko nearly jumped into the air as she felt something go up the
back of her skirt.  Her hands went to her rear, and pushed on a head of
hair.
     Kintaro nearly passed out as he found his face being thrust farther
into the soft, intoxicating spot he'd discovered.
     Finally, Yohko jumped forward, leaving Kintaro to fall flat on his
face.  She was red as the rising sun as she turned on the fallen
Kintaro.  She wasn't quite sure what to say, not having completely
disliked the experience.  However, the principle of the...
     "I'm sorry."
     She looked up again, seeing a now prostrate Kintaro before her.  
     Bowed over, he apologized profusely.  
     Yohko watched for a while, then noticed a head of dark hair coming
up the stairs behind Kintaro. 
     Asuza looked at the well defined behind in front of her for a
second, then up to Yohko.  She lifted an eyebrow questioningly.
     Yohko quickly took advantage of the situation.  "Asuza-chan!"  She
ran forward a few steps and pulled Kintaro into a standing position.
"Kintaro, I'd like you to meet Asuza, my cousin."  She turned to the
younger girl, "Asuza, this is Kintaro, he'll be helping with the
housework while Grandma and mother are away."
     Asuza smiled at Kintaro and bowed a bit in greeting.  Kintaro
returned it in kind.  All three continued down the hall, until Yohko
stopped in front the door at the end of it.  "This is the room where
Asuza and I sleep, in case you need anything at night... um, in case
there's an emergency, I mean."  Yohko was blushing quite furiously at
this point.
     Kintaro just nodded and smiled.  [Wow, is she cute when she
blushes!  And so thoughtful,
if only she meant it in the way I'm taking it.  Oh,
you sweet young innocent, you have no idea 
WHAT YOU DO TO ME!!!!]  
      "...Is your room," Yohko was saying. Kintaro, not entirely aware
of his immediate surroundings, nodded sagely.  "I see," he responded
deftly, dropping his backpack.  "Now where do I begin?"  
     "Wha.." Yohko replied, gracefully.  
     Kintaro raised a fist in the air, a glint entering his eye.  "The
work, chores, fear not you will no longer have to endure the
backbreaking stress of menial labor!"  
      Asuza covered what could have been a cough, Yohko placed an elbow
in her ribs just to be sure.  Kintaro, didn't seem to notice, as he
scurried from closet to cabinet, looking for cleaning supplies.  Yohko
giggled, glancing at the clock, it read 9:15.
      "NINE FIFTEEN!!" Yohko blasted, and was 
joined by Asuza  in an elloquent, "SHIT, LATE AGAIN."  
     Kintaro looked up from the nearby closet and took his notebook from
his belt.  He opened it to a fresh page and began to write, while doing
preliminary scetches of Yohko.  [It seems that teenage girls, when
upset, can cause temporary hearing loss, very educational.]  He looked
up from his notes in time to see, a seemingly silent flurry of limbs and
bookbags disappear out the front door.  [Hopefully temporary.]

END LHY 1 A
This will be broken into two parts (the first episode at least), as it
takes some time to write with my partner's schedule.  Send comments this
way, please, we really want to know what people think of it.  I haven't
seen a Yohko fic for a while, and Goldenboy is almost untouched... well,
my friend had the idea one day, and we decided to do it... and here it
is!  Thanks for reading!
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JPoulk  (who, unfortunately, could not be present to write an Author's
Note)

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