Heyyy! So I'm bored with a bit of a cold today so I decided to write some prompts to pass the time. These are just going to be some silly oneshot's revolving around Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, and Hiei's relationship to one another. They've got quite the bond. If you have some ideas to submit let me know!

Enjoy reading


Yusuke prided himself on being an independent man; a man that never had to rely on anything or anyone. He never had that luxury growing up, so why put it to use now. Yet, his life was now being decided by strangers; he had lost all of the little control he had; and his fate lay in the hands of his teammates-teammates who were currently fighting over sleeping arrangements.

"I deserve my own room, what with being the team captain and all!"

"Captain?! I don't take orders from anyone, let alone a spineless, weak human who can't even beat a child!"

"Who you callin' weak?! I may have lost to a kid but I can sure take on your little punk ass-"

"Little? Your insults are like your attacks, predictable."

"Perhaps…we cant just go to sleep-"

Both men turned to the innocent redhead, shouting in unison, "Stay out of it!"

Kurama thinned his lips and bowed out of the conversation. He merely picked up his bag and carried it to one of the shared bedrooms. Even he knew when to call it quits with those two.

They were off to such a good start. When they first arrived to the tournament Yusuke was passed out and therefore didn't have a say as to where he slept. Now they were in a new room with three bedrooms this time-apparently Kuwabara was adamant on changing suites due to Team Rokuyukai invasion. And now with Kurama's departure Yusuke had to be the adult in the situation. The dark haired boy just watched from across the room; was this his time? Should he, as the true team captain, intervene?

"Okay kids, I'm calling the match." He spoke while sliding between the middle of his two arguing teammates. "I'm calling this one a draw so that means Kuwabara you're with me, and Hiei you're rooming with Kurama. Deal?"

"Hey!" Kuwabara shouted, "I wasn't done yet."

"Perhaps we should settle this by rules of the tournament," Hiei offered with a devious smile, "the only one left standing gets to make the rules."

"Oh come on! Its a friggin' room guys!" Yusuke rolled his eyes at Hiei's imbalanced temper (and the fact that it so closely reflected his own), "We're a team damn it. And we can't be fighting each other this early, the tournaments barely started." He turned towards the Masked Fighter who stood watching the trio, "Am I right, guy?"

The mysterious creature raised an eyebrow between the slit in their mask before strolling over to the fought over single bedroom, closing the door firmly as they laid clam over the space.

Kuwabara stood agape. Hiei was practically conjuring the depths of Hell from his glare.

"Way to go Urameshi! I hope you know I snore!" His schoolmate grumbled walking towards the bedroom.

"Arrogant Ass." Hiei commented while stalking into Kurama's room, slamming the door with enough force to cause a crack on the wall. Yusuke could hear the fire demon rant to Kurama before his language slipped into a vernacular the detective could not understand.

The state of their team was already sinking in the gutter; it couldn't get worse, could it?

It was only the beginning.