Title: Everything but the Bathroom Sink

Author: Digimon Empress Yaten (de yaten)

Notes: A super drabble about Kiyoshi's first encounter with a monster of his own creation. It's a vague continuation of "The Nail that Sticks Up…" but I actually wrote this first and The Nail That Sticks Up accidentally led up to this. I say this is about his first encounter with a monster, and not the first time he cut himself, because I didn't focus on that aspect of it at all.

Disclaimer: Don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or its characters.

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The first time Kiyoshi Mitarai cut himself, he had expected that it would hurt a little, but knew that running the wound under cool water would help soothe the pain. He hadn't expected, however, for a small monster to leap out of his sink and terrorize him.

Scrambling backwards, he watched as the creature proceeded to trash the small bathroom. It knocked the waste bin over, spilling the red-soaked tissues onto the tile. The neatly arranged shampoo bottles were crushed, and the scented contents oozed down their Western bathtub.

Barely dodging a thrown-bar of soap, Mitarai managed to stammer out a command to the beast. "H-Hey! You! Whatever you are! Stop right now!"

The destruction ceased as the monster paused and seemed to acknowledge the boy's words.

"Um," Mitarai began, "can you… understand me?"

The monster leaned forward, giving a semblance of a nod.

"Well… if you can understand me, then stop destroying my bathroom, OK?" The monster leaped onto a small ledge above the bathtub, and watched as Mitarai tried to clean up the room. He shoved the bloody tissues into the bottom of the trash bin, hoping his mother wouldn't take it upon herself to take the trash out tomorrow. It would be a first, in any case.

"I don't know what you are, or how you got here, but you'd better leave. My mom doesn't like pets, and she definitely won't like you if she sees this mess. " He looked up, wondering if the watery creature had come from the cool sink water, his warm blood, or both. "Besides," he said, with that all-too-familiar tight feeling in his throat, "I'm weird enough without having a monster in my bathroom. So just go away."

The creature complied, hopping into the sink, and leaving a splash of water behind before it disappeared completely.

As Mitarai wiped down the bathtub, he couldn't help the curious thought that pushed itself past his lips:

"Could I make another?"