Since at the moment I am quite bored, this seemed like an appropriate drabble to write. Please bear with the slow beginning. Enjoy!

P.S. My "Hogwarts Meets Anime" fic is on a brief hiatus until some more ideas come to me. I will, however, attempt to keep up some drabbles. I already have another in the works. Also, please let me know if you guys like paragraphs separated by blank lines or set off by tabs.

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH. Duah.

Kurama, also known as Shuuichi Minamino, was stretched out on his stomach on top of his bed. It was a beautiful, lazy Saturday afternoon, and the kitsune had nothing to do. The condition of his room attested to the redhead's current mental state. An entire week's worth of sudoku puzzles were scattered across the floor. A bowl with bits of cereal still sticking to the bottom and an empty cup of instant ramen sat on the desk. Normally, Kurama would have NEVER allowed his room to get in such a state. But today he was just too bored to care.

Kurama gave a small sigh and slightly adjusted his position, trying to focus on the book he was reading. All of a sudden he heard a rustle in the trees outside his bedroom window. Without even looking up from the book, he said "Hello, Hiei".

"Hn," the fire yokai replied in his typical fashion.

"Are you bored as well?" the redhead asked.

"I'm still on Reikai probation," Hiei replied.

Kurama chuckled. "In other words, yes," he said.

"I can't steal anything of value or kill humans," Hiei stated bluntly, a slight edge of asperity creeping into his voice.

Kurama sat up. "Well, why don't we find Yuusuke and Kuwabara and the four of us can have a sleepover?"

Hiei blinked. "Sleepover?" he repeated, a faintly perplexed expression on his face.

Kurama sighed. "Yes, Hiei, a sleepover. It's when someone invites his or her friends to spend the night at their house. They play games, watch movies, things like that".

Hiei snorted. "Sounds like a waste of time to me. Besides, since when were the Detective and the baka my friends?"

Kurama sighed again. "I had a feeling you'd say that. At least give it a try, all right?"

"Hn. Perhaps," the fire yokai replied, and he flitted off.

That night, 6:00 PM

"Hey, Kurama! Thanks for the invite, man!" Yuusuke said as he walked into the Minamino residence laden with a six-pack of Coke and two large bags of Nacho Cheese Doritos.

"Yeah, thanks, buddy," Kuwabara, who was carrying a six-pack of Barq's Root Beer and a box of microwave popcorn bags, seconded.

"You're very welcome," Kurama said with a warm smile. "Mother and Father went out for the evening, and my younger brother is at a friend's house. I already have the house prepared and ordered pizzas for dinner".

"All right! Pizza!" Yuusuke and Kuwabara exclaimed.

"What's all the fuss over this 'pizza'?" asked Hiei. The fire yokai had suddenly appeared on the kitchen windowsill.

Yuusuke grinned in that infuriating fashion of his. "Well, well, look who decided to show up," he sniggered.

Hiei just glared at him.

"Glad you could make it, Hiei," Kurama said, smiling.

"So, what games you got, Kurama?" Yuusuke asked as he strolled into the living room, completely ignoring Hiei.

"Nothing special," Kurama replied. "But I did set up the DDR mat."

"Sweet!" exclaimed Yuusuke.

"I got first dibs!" yelled Kuwabara. The big oaf had just started to play when Hiei wandered into the living room. He took one look at the game and sliced the mat to pieces right underneath Kuwabara's feet with a few rapid slashes of his katana.

"GYAHH!" Kuwabara hollered as he tripped and crashed to the floor. Kurama winced, but Yuusuke was doubled over laughing so hard tears were streaming from his eyes.

"Baka. You know I'm not allowed to kill humans. I was aiming for that thing on the floor," Hiei said calmly.

Kurama walked up to Hiei. "Uh, Hiei, could you please refrain from slicing, burning, or otherwise destroying my family's property? I really wouldn't want my parents to have to replace anything else". Hiei would have protested, but the gold flash in the kitsune's eyes and his tone left no room for argument. The fire yokai muttered and slid his katana back underneath his cloak.

"Just for that, you have to make the popcorn," Kuwabara insisted, shoving four microwavable bags into Hiei's hands. The fire yokai stared at the snacks for a few seconds.

"I don't think this is a ..." Kurama started to say, but Hiei had already headed towards the kitchen. "Oh, my," Kurama said under his breath.

"Does he even know how to make it?" Yuusuke asked with genuine curiosity.

"We're about to find out," Kurama murmured.

Five minutes later, a distinct burning odor came wafting into the living room. Kurama groaned and rushed to the kitchen. There stood Hiei, calm as could be, while the plastic he had failed to remove from the outside of the popcorn bags melted quite nicely inside of the microwave.

"Hiei! You have to take the plastic off the bags first!" poor Kurama yelped.

"Oh, really?" Hiei said in a mildly interested voice.

Kurama shook his head. The kitsune dumped the ruined popcorn bags into the trash and made fresh ones.

Auugh, writer's block! I'm sorry this first chapter is so short, but I'll continue it as soon as fresh ideas start flowing. Suggestions are welcome:)