Title: Snapshots
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or Harry Potter.
Notes: This is a series of drabbles and short fics that will eventually end up with a Yusuke/Harry pairing. It was supposed to be a one shot but it came out this way.
Snapshot Title: Lunch
Harry poked at his lunch with his chopsticks, scowling at the harmless rice. He wanted his normal peanut butter and jelly sandwich, chips, carrot sticks, and cupcake. He did not want rice and whatever the other stuff Sirius had packed for him was. He knew it was supposed to be like the good stuff Keiko's mom made her everyday, but his looked more like something Padfoot would do on the carpet.
"What is that?" Yusuke asked, wrinkling his nose at the disaster Harry was supposed to call lunch. "It looks like dog barf."
Harry grinned, and poked it again. "Don't know. Five hundred yen?" he said, holding out his chopsticks to Yusuke.
"Five hundred yen if I eat that?" Yusuke said, and Harry nodded. Curious, Yusuke bent down over their table to sniff the brown gooey stuff, jerking back the second the smell hit his nose. "No way in hell. My mom's cooking doesn't even smell that bad."
"Mr. Urameshi, swearing is not allowed," the teacher said, glaring at them from her desk. "If you do it again, I will call your mother."
"Yes, Mrs. Terada," Yusuke said smiling sweetly at the woman. As soon as she went back to her own lunch, he stuck his tongue out at her. "Nosy b-"
"Yusuke," Keiko hissed. "Quit teaching him how to swear," she pointed her own chopsticks at Harry who was poking at his lunch again, "He needs to learn good words, not bad words."
"Keiko, Harry knows plenty of words," Yusuke said quietly so the other students wouldn't over hear him, glancing at his other friend. "He just doesn't like talking around this many people in case he says something wrong. Right, Harry?"
Harry nodded, carefully picking up some rice with his chop sticks. "It's difficult," he whispered, looking down at the table. "Japanese is very different from English."
Keiko's jaw dropped and she stared at the quiet boy. "Ho-how?" She looked at Yusuke and he grinned at her.
"Told you," Yusuke said, ruffling Harry's hair, and Harry smacked his hand away. "We work on it everyday while we wait for Mr. Black to pick us up."
Keiko pursed her lips as she stared at the two boys, imagining all the swear words Yusuke had possibly taught Harry during the past few months. "Well, I'm asking Momma if I can stay with you guys from now on. I'm going to make sure you don't teach him any more swears."
"Okay," Yusuke said, shrugging and Harry smiled at her. With that settled, the three children went back to their lunches and their corner of the room was quiet. Swallowing the last bite of his sandwich, Yusuke's stomach growled, and he looked at Harry's lunch warily. Harry had eaten the rice, but the 'dog barf' was still there, wiggling every time the boy poked it. "You'll really give me five hundred yen if I eat that?"
Harry silently handed him the chopsticks, and put the money on the table, waiting for Yusuke to finish.
