HEY! This little thing is going to be a bunch of stories I do for English class. We have to take words and use them in short stories, and I thought since I use anime characters, why not just post them or shits n' giggles? lol but yeah, some of them are funny, others are 'bleh'. The words that we had to use are underlined incase you are wondering why I used them. ENJOY!

Art Museum

Hiei studied the novel painting with stoic-like indifference. "Hn. I see nothing of importance."

Harley and Whitney sighed in disgust and weary. "I wish Kurama were here," Whitny grumbled. "He would presume to explain it. It's supposed to be a young woman sacrificing herself for a common street beggar." Harley nodded to emphasize Whitney's point.

"The woman is a fool," Hiei commented dryly.

"Only ou would think that, Shorty!" Whitney growled, glaring at Hiei in a reproachful way.

"Will you tow shut up?" Harley hissed. "I have this tangible feeling. I can sense someone of great power, but I can't tell if they're evil or not."

Suddenly, there was a clatter at the doorway to the museum hall. "Heh?" Harley whispered as the presence disapeared.

"It was rather difficult to find you, my quarry," someone whispered into Whitney's ear ina silky smooth voice.

"KYAAAAA!" and Whitney was airborne by about three feet. The man, or Youko in a baseball cap and baggy pants to hide his tail and ears, started to chuckle in amusement, causing Harley to laugh as well. "Don't do that!" Whitney yelled, whacking Youko in the back of the head.

Youko smirked, completely umaffected by the smack to the nogin. "Is it my fault that you cannot sense me in this form?"

Whitney growled, obviously annoyed. "YES!"

"So that's why I couldn't discern who you were..." Harley commented, affectively causing the little scene to end.

"Hn. Do not pull that trick again, fox." Hiei growled as he stood from the marble floor. Apparently, the apparition had fallen to the floor in surprise. the three friends had ignored him.

"Oh shut up 'Mr. - I - don't - condone - killing - in - cold-blood - for - no - readon'." Harley hissed, helping her boyfriend up.

Whitney giggled and youko chuckled before clapping Hiei on the shoulder and leading Whitney to the other end of the hall. Whitney sighed as Youko told her Kurama wished to come out. "Alright, go transform in the bathroom."

Youko nodded before giving her a breef hug and striding to the bathroom. About ten minutes later Kurama stepped out with his hat in his hands, but still in the baggy pants and white shirt. Whitney examined his look and nodded in approval before grabbing the cap and outting it on her own head. "Lets go!"

Meanwhile, Harley and Hiei stared at a picture of different creatures and men battling each other. It seemed that their was no particular side to fight on, and there was blood everywhere. Harley was feeling rather sick. "This painting is giving me some freaky vibes, Hiei." Harley whispered as she clutched his arm between her fingers.

Hiei 'hmphed' but did not remove her fingers from his arm. "Your scruples are unfounded." He hid a smile when Harley growled at him, and then tugged on her hand in order to pull her to a different painting. "This is rather... diverting."

Harley studied the painting of an English king stuffing his mouth with different kinds of food. "You have a weird sense of humor, you know that?"

?Whitney time?

"I'm starting to think letting Youko reside back into me was a rather deplorable idea," Kurama commented as Whitney jogged ahead of him. "He would at least be able to keep up with her."

:Yes, I could, couldn't I: Youko chuchkled in amusement as Kurama sent him a image of a him glaring.

"Come on, Kurama!" Whitney cheered as she came back to grab the red head's hand. "I want to get a gift for Kuwabara."

Kurama chuhckled but managed to keep a dry tone, if only to irritate her. "I am coming."

"So zealous of you!" Whitney supplied in a sarcastic manner.

AN... Eh. the idea came to me because of an article my teacher read to us, and this is what came out. Not eventful, but interesting I guess... the words make it weird, I think.