Okay…this is a kind of weird story, my very first attempt at humor. You need to have a slightly perverted mind to understand Yusuke's view on this vignette. Just read it, and laugh at this authoress's stupidity.

DISCLAIMER: Hiei says that he doesn't want to participate in this, and that I can't make him, because I don't own him. But it doesn't matter what he thinks anyway. Muahaha!

Yusuke walked down the hall of the dojo, whistling absently and twirling his keys around his finger. It was the weekend, and the ex-Spirit Detective was eager to take some time off and visit his friends again. It wasn't often that Hiei came over from Demon World (not to visit, he claimed, but most knew better), and even more rare that Shizuru ever let Kuwabara off studying long enough to get out of the house.

He reached the door of the room he knew his friends were in, but just as he was about to slide it open, he heard a comment that made him stop short.

"I'll bet mine's longer than yours, shrimp."

Yusuke's perverted mind was already churning with the possibilities of different meanings. It was definitely Kuwabara – there was no mistaking that voice. The one who he was talking to was probably Hiei, unless the short fire apparition had been replaced by another midget.

What surprised him the most was the next statement.

"Well, while we are discussing this topic, I'd like to point out that mine is longer than both of yours."

Gawd, Kurama! What the hell is the world coming to? Yusuke pressed his ear to the door and listened intently.

"You don't need to brag, you know, Kurama."

"I'm not bragging, I'm simply stating a fact."

"Hmph. The idiot is jealous because his is the shortest."

"That's not true!"

"Hiei, it's hard to tell whether yours or Kuwabara's is shorter, because yours always sticks straight up."

"Hn."

"Kuwabara, though yours is probably shorter than Hiei's, there's no denying that yours is thicker."

"True! The pride and joy of a real man!"

"Or a girly man." This was said in an undertone. Yusuke began to hyperventilate, both from agitation over what he was hearing and worry for his friends' sanity.

"I heard that, you punk! Hey, Kurama, I bet yours is really soft. Can I touch it?"

"ARGH!" Even Yusuke, with his perverted mind, couldn't listen any longer. He burst through the screen door, tearing a hole in the thin cloth. "WHAT ARE YOU GUYS UP TO?"

Kuwabara was currently frozen with his hand right over Kurama's head. "Oh, hey, Urameshi. Is something wrong?"

"What were you guys talking about?"

Kurama looked at him, puzzled. "Well, it was raining earlier, and when Hiei came in, Kuwabara wondered why his hair could stick up even when wet. That led to a discussion about whose hair was longer, and that's when you came in. Why do you ask?"

"Hey!" Kuwabara suddenly pointed a finger at Yusuke. "Mine's not the shortest! Yours is, Urameshi!"

Embarrassed at his mistake and still bewildered, Yusuke sat down hard on the floor. Genkai came into the room, looked at the demolished screen door, then at Yusuke.

"You're paying for repairs, dimwit."

I hope no one seemed OOC. Review, review, review!

Kohaku Minamoto