The secret of Kurama's precious hair
A/N: I don't own yu-yu Hakusho or Pantene pro-v. This fic is probably gonna be sooo lame.
Kurama was walking home from school. It was a normallest most boringest day ever.
When he turned a corner, he saw a ragamuffin of a fortuneteller sitting by his front gate.
"Can you please move?" asked Kurama nicely. He knew that he should be nice to elderly humans.
The wrinkly fortuneteller said nothing.
"Can you move please? You're preventing me from getting into my house." Kurama said a little louder.
The hobo-ish fortuneteller still said nothing.
Kurama was getting impatient. If Hiei was talking to the hobo-ish fortuneteller and she didn't answer, he probably would have cursed her and blasted her into space.
Kurama was losing his well-kept cool. Remember the boring day at school? Yea. well, he's in a bad mood.
"All right. If you won't move." Kurama muttered.
He grabbed the fortuneteller and ran to a nearby street and set her down.
Just as he was about to leave, the fortuneteller screamed "YOUR HAIR WIL NO LONGER BE SOFT AND SHINY! IT WILL BE SMELLY AND GROSS!!!"
You can probably tell that Kurama was a little freaked out by this because he jumped and ran back home.
A lot of people stared at him when he ran by and many of them ran the other way holding their noses.
The first thing that Kurama did when he got home was stare into the mirror at his slimy hair.
The scream was heard by Hiei, a couple miles away. Kurama poured about 50 bottles of Pantene pro-v on his dry hair and rinsed it off.
His hair looked like it was back to normal so he went downstairs to get something to eat.
His mother's scream was also heard by Hiei, still a couple miles away. He knew something had gone wrong so he went to investigate.
Kurama rushed back up to the bathroom and stared at his precious hair that had mushrooms growing out of it.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A/N: I don't own yu-yu Hakusho or Pantene pro-v. This fic is probably gonna be sooo lame.
Kurama was walking home from school. It was a normallest most boringest day ever.
When he turned a corner, he saw a ragamuffin of a fortuneteller sitting by his front gate.
"Can you please move?" asked Kurama nicely. He knew that he should be nice to elderly humans.
The wrinkly fortuneteller said nothing.
"Can you move please? You're preventing me from getting into my house." Kurama said a little louder.
The hobo-ish fortuneteller still said nothing.
Kurama was getting impatient. If Hiei was talking to the hobo-ish fortuneteller and she didn't answer, he probably would have cursed her and blasted her into space.
Kurama was losing his well-kept cool. Remember the boring day at school? Yea. well, he's in a bad mood.
"All right. If you won't move." Kurama muttered.
He grabbed the fortuneteller and ran to a nearby street and set her down.
Just as he was about to leave, the fortuneteller screamed "YOUR HAIR WIL NO LONGER BE SOFT AND SHINY! IT WILL BE SMELLY AND GROSS!!!"
You can probably tell that Kurama was a little freaked out by this because he jumped and ran back home.
A lot of people stared at him when he ran by and many of them ran the other way holding their noses.
The first thing that Kurama did when he got home was stare into the mirror at his slimy hair.
The scream was heard by Hiei, a couple miles away. Kurama poured about 50 bottles of Pantene pro-v on his dry hair and rinsed it off.
His hair looked like it was back to normal so he went downstairs to get something to eat.
His mother's scream was also heard by Hiei, still a couple miles away. He knew something had gone wrong so he went to investigate.
Kurama rushed back up to the bathroom and stared at his precious hair that had mushrooms growing out of it.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"