THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

YU YU HAKUSHO STYLE

AN: This story makes no sense what so ever. It took a lot of work to rhyme it all but I did not write this whole story. I would like to give special thanks to Girlwar08. Without her none of this would have been possible. Once again thank you Girlwar08! So on with the story!

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'Twas the night before Christmas, let's randomly say Sakyo,

Not a creature was stirring, not even Byakko;

The katanas were hung by the doorway with preparation,

With hopes that Koenma would soon be there to grant them a vacation;

The Toguros were nestled all snug in their death beds,

While visions of killing danced in their heads;

Keiko in her uniform and I with my hair rock hard (probably due to all the gel),

Had just laid down for a long winter guard (shift);

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

It turned out that Kuwabara had fallen off a ladder;

Away to the entrance, I broke in to a run,

Raised up my hands, and aimed my spirit gun;

The shadow of a tree, on the new fallen snow,

Concealed red eyes that glared at all those below;

When what should I sense in the midst of my stupor,

But flying oars and little Prince Jr.;

With a little toddler driver so short and cool to the brim,

I knew in that moment it must be him;

More rapid than Hiei, the Ferry Girls came,

And he shouted, and yelled, and they all heard their names;

"Now, Botan! now, Jorge! now, Bui and Karasu!

On, Shishi! on, Rinku! on, Suzaku and Chu!

Through that infernal cave! past Yusuke, that bum!

Now hurry, hurry, hurry, and get the job done!"

As deity's of the renegade souls,

When they see something coming, they go down like moles;

So through the cave, they all flew,

With presents in back, and Koenma too;

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in Kurama's room,

The maniacal laughter of one Karasu;

I threw open the door, and shot my spirit gun,

And Karasu fell down, the deed had been done;

Kurama's face held a grimace, and he looked very pale,

His clothes looked like they had been torn up in a gale;

Koenma sighed and gave Kurama new clothes,

And he called his helpers, who carried letters wrapped with bows;

His eyes – how they sparkled! his smirk so spiteful!

It seemed giving us a new mission made him very delightful!

He had a smug little grin, as Hiei joined us,

And that stupid Jr. sign made me want to cuss;

That pacifier he held in his mouth as always, like a writer with lead,

And that weird poofy hat was sitting on top of his head;

Kuwabara entered and stood, between Kurama and I,

The look on his face, when seeing the letters, was funny, I can not lie;

The letters told us we were to go kill Sensui, a big tall fellow,

And I burst out laughing at his picture, for he looked very mellow;

The four of us looked at one another,

Then nodded to say yes, as if to our mothers';

He spoke not a word, planning to return back to work,

But forgot to give us presents, man what a jerk;

And all of his helpers got onto their oars,

And flew out of the cave, like wild boars;

I fired away, fingers in spirit gun pose,

Then in to the night I heard something explode;

I heard Koenma curse, then shout to us with all his might,

"Yusuke, you idiot! Go away, and GOOD NIGHT!"

THE END