'…you're getting laid!' Yusuke cheered.
Kurama cringed as all the customers of Yusuke's restaurant – a lot of schoolgirls, why were there always schoolgirls? – turned as one to stare at him. 'You know, a simple 'Hi' would have sufficed.'
'Never mind them,' Yusuke said magnanimously, making a wild gesture with his ladle.
'Yusuke,' Kurama said, as quiet and unobtrusive as possible, 'if you could just give Keiko these books back I'll…'
He found himself being herded upstairs by Yusuke, ladle and all. 'Yusuke, really…' he protested.
'Nothing doing,' Yusuke said and swept him through the Yukimura household into Keiko's bedroom, which was Yusuke's territory as well now that they were engaged.
'Oh, hi,' Keiko said, slightly puzzled.
'Kurama got laid,' Yusuke announced gleefully.
'Details,' Keiko said, laying her book down with purpose.
'Well?' Yusuke asked expectantly.
'No,' Kurama said firmly.
'It was Hiei, wasn't it.' Yusuke's eyebrows waggled.
Kurama looked as if he was considering pulling a Hiei and diving out the window.
'C'mon, you can tell me, I'm your best friend now you're hooked up with him.'
Kurama sighed. 'Are you remotely capable of discretion?'
'Hey,' Yusuke said, wounded. 'I define discreet. They have my picture next to 'discreet' in the dictionary.'
'Well, then, yes, yes it was. …is it that obvious?'
'You're practically glowing,' Keiko piped up helpfully.
'Can I go now?' Kurama asked plaintively. He wasn't really used to the kind of friendship Yusuke took for granted – the only other close friend he had was Hiei, who would certainly not have subjected him to this level of torment. Aside from the occasional stabbing bit.
'Nope,' Yusuke said, grinning. 'You owe me for the mirror thing.'
'That was years ago!'
'No statute of limitations on saving a life, fox-boy.'
'…Keiko's really rubbing off on you.'
Yusuke smirked. 'There's a fair bit of cash riding on this, so…who was on top?'
The window was looking more attractive by the second.
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'So, Hiei,' Yusuke said, slinging an arm around the jaganshi's shoulders with his trademark obnoxious-as-demonly-possible smirk. 'Heard you got laid recently. How was it?'
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For several days after, the town's citizens were puzzled by the perfectly man-shaped hole in a solid steel foundation beam in the city centre car park opposite a high-rise apartment.
Police, when asked whether it was a practical joke, only replied that if so, it was done by a guy with a really large blowtorch.