Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, but if I did, I would feel like the luckiest person alive. Well, not the luckiest, but you get my point. I WANT to own it, but sadly, I don't.
A/N: There should be anywhere from 5 to 6 chapters in this story. All that I have to do now would be to type them. This is my first actual chapter-story on my new account (and actually the first one that I have the drive to finish.) Don't worry, I will finish this one, without question. I like this one alot. ^(0.0) It's gonna turn out to be a romance in the end.
-
Yusuke Urameshi rolled his eyes, mainly because of the fact that his ex-arch nemesis was now sitting on HIS couch, playing HIS Xbox (which had been stolen previously from a garage sale), and drinking HIS beer. Yeah, the first two were okay, but that stuff was apparently some kind of quality brew! Hopefully Kuwabara planned on stealing next month's supply, because smuggling a 24-pack weekly out of a store was going to land Yusuke in some serious trouble. It was also one hell of a feat to accomplish.
Opening the fridge, Urameshi grabbed two of his finest drinks and headed back out to the living room."Fetch," he yawned as he tossed another round at Kazuma. "Now that's it, 'cuz I don't want puke all over my house. Ma would kill me. Also," he added helpfully,"don't get anymore of this shit." He pointed at his beer. "It was expensive, so I thought that it would be good. I don't like this European stuff at all, too fancy or somethin'. Instead, get summa that American Budweiser, that's good as hell."
Kuwabara waved a hand in the air to show that he had understood his buddy Urameshi perfectly; truth-be-told, he hadn't liked it much either. But it was free booze, and hard-earned stuff too. He wasn't going to add his input and complain. He had previously drank around seven beers, but wasn't anywhere near drunk. If he didn't have to piss, then there was something wrong with him. After 5 beers, Yusuke would have to piss. Usually though, it would depend on the sort of beer. That's not cool at all.
As of right now, Kuwabara was playing an old Xbox game called "The Thing" and was also failing epically at it.
"Will you just electricute him already? That's when you're supposed to throw all of your grenades at him, not when you're cowered in a corner like that. That's just dumbass." Yusuke informed his buddy Kazuma.
Kuwabara laughed, "Do you honestly think that I didn't try that?"
"You coulda fooled me."
"Jerk."
Getting up, the much shorter boy decided that it was time to make some popcorn. Upon his return to the living room, the doorbell rang. Tossing the bag at Kuwabara, he went to go get it. Kuwabara screamed as the steaming bag hit him right in the forehead.
"Sorry," Urameshi stifled a laugh. "I didn't think that you would try to catch it."
"With my face!?"
"Sure."
Opening the door, Yusuke half-expected it to be Keiko or Botan. But nope, it was just a letter on the doorstep. Opening it up, he began to read it.
"Sup Urameshi," it read. "We got ur gurl, ya bloody son of a bitch. If you wanta see ya gurl again, get down 'ere to Cafe half-Dead so that we can get it done, an kick ur ass." Much love, Kasenagafuchi.
Urameshi just rolled his eyes.