DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. I don't own Justin Bieber's One time or Pussycat Dolls Don't cha either. :]

They sat in silence until both of their phones started ringing.

Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time

Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me

They both scoffed at each other's ringtone.

"Wannabe."

"Hoes."

"How are Pussycat Dolls hoes?" he asked indignantly.

"Have you seen the length of their skirts and the tight tops that they wear? There's only one word for them: hoes!" Keiko uttered. "And they can't sing."

"That is not true! Pussycat Dolls can sing way better than your wannabe Bieber." Yusuke replied saying his name in a bitter way. What kind of pathetic name was Bieber?

"How is Justin Bieber a wannabe?" Keiko retorted equally offended.

"Uh, hello? Have you heard his song? Justin Bie-gay didn't tell it one time, he said that phrase 24 times" he replied angrily, glaring at her in the dark. He knew she could feel his intense glare even if she couldn't see it.

"What? Are you an idiot? Songs are suppose to be repetetive." remarked Keiko, getting furious.

"Che. Fan girls are so retarded." She smacked him in the arm.

"Whatever. I'm not his fan girl. Justin happens to be a close friend of our family. I've even got his number in my phone." she informed childishly. He laughed.

"Oh it's 'Justin' now?" Yusuke said amusedly. "Well whatever. That wannabe lacks the originality that my girls have."

"So they're 'your' girls now, huh?" she asked mockingly. He smirked though he doubt she saw.

"Yeah the girls and I are pretty tight. I've got all their numbers in my phone too." he said mocking her. She sighed tiredly.

"Will you stop talking and just answer your stupid phone already." Keiko said. He had completely forgotten that while they were arguing, their phones were still ringing. He quickly answered.

"Hello...hello?" No one replied. "Damn, my phone's battery died."

"Probably because of their awful singing." Keiko muttered.

"What about your phone? Why didn't you answer yours?" Yusuke asked, ignoring her last statement.

"…Mine died too." She replied meekly. He laughed scornfully.

"Now what are we going to do?"

R&R, please. :] Flames are very welcomed. Though I'd prefer constructive ones..