Okay, so this is long overdue. :P I started writing this back in either late July or early August, I don't really remember. I kinda lost inspiration for it for a while and didn't know where it was gonna go. I just finished it like three minutes ago. Seriously, there's a lot of cussing and out-of-characterness in this one, like a lot a lot - you have been warned! So with that being said - and like always - Enjoy! ;P
The four young women laughed as they ascended the stairs and approached the door. Shizuru rummaged around in her bag for a good two minutes until she found her key. She reached out to unlock the front door when it flew open and Yusuke stomped out, looking furious.
"If that's the way you feel then fine!" Yusuke shouted over his shoulder into the apartment building. "I won't hang around you guys anymore!"
"Yusuke?" Keiko asked, utterly confused as Yusuke shoved past the group of girls. "What's wrong?"
"That just fine with me!" Kurama shouted, appearing in the doorway, also looking furious. "I don't want to hang around with an oily-haired 1950's Greaser James Dean wannabe!"
"Oh, fuck off, Fox boy!" Yusuke retorted, flashing Kurama the finger. "I wish you and your bi-polar midget boyfriend would just come out already!"
Kurama gasped, his eyes widening then narrowing in angry little slits. He opened his mouth to say something back when Hiei rushed in front of him.
"Who the hell are you calling a gay midget, Detective?" Hiei barked. "Even if I was homosexual, there are plenty of more attractive demons than Kurama!"
"If that's so true then why don't you go follow them around instead of chasing after me like a toy poodle?" Kurama shot back viciously without hesitation.
"I'm giving the three of you assholes to the count of ten!" Kuwabara screamed, kicking Kurama and Hiei out of the apartment doorway. "If you ain't gone by then I'm callin' the cops!"
He waved the cordless phone in the air threateningly.
"Like you really have the balls to do that, you stupid ginger!" Yusuke sneered snottily. "You can't even go to the bathroom by yourself! You can't do anything by yourself! You should be wearing a helmet!"
"Seriously, Kuwabara, you talk more garbage than Hiei does!" Kurama crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Kuwabara.
"Oh, you stupid little –" Hiei started, turning to Kurama.
"I already dial the nine, don't make me dial the ones!" Kuwabara threatened.
"Ooh, look! Lennie can count!" Kurama sneered.
"My name is Kazuma Kuwabara, you rejected Sailor Scout!" Kuwabara shouted, pointing at Kurama with the phone.
"It was a "Of Mice and Men" joke!" Kurama screeched. "Am I the only one of this motley crew that reads?"
"You only read because you have no social life or friends!" Hiei shot.
"I dialed the one!"
"Do it!" Yusuke urged, standing on his toes and slapping his chest with his hands like he was trying to start a fight. "Do it! Call the cops! I'd just love to see you try!"
"Don't fuck around with me, Urameshi, I'll do it!"
"You little troll!" Kurama screamed, throwing a sucker punch at Hiei's face and knocking the shorter demon to the floor.
"Oh, it's on!" Kuwabara threw the phone behind him and lunged at Yusuke. "Bring it!"
"I'll rock you like a Hurricane!" Yusuke shrieked, jumping at Kuwabara with a fist, ready to punch him.
"Hey!"
Shizuru took a whistle out of he purse and blew it when she was ignored. She blew the whistle twice; two short little shrills that stopped the fight between the four young men before it got out of control. The four stopped and blinked, seeing the girls for the first time.
"What's going on here?" Shizuru asked, her hands on her hips.
"He started it!" The four shouted simultaneously, pointing at each other.
"Okay," Shizuru lifted her hands up in a defeated gesture. "I don't care. Everybody, inside and we'll get this all figured out."
"No!" Yusuke exclaimed, breaking free from the group and giving the three a dirty glare as he grabbed Keiko's hand. "I don't want to be anywhere around people who think I'm a uneducated future alcoholic druggie punk poser. C'mon, Keiko, let's go."
"But, Yusuke –" Keiko started.
"Let's go!" Yusuke snapped, yanking on Keiko's hand and pulling her down the stairs behind him.
"Future wife beater!" Kuwabara spat at Yusuke, leaning over the railing as the couple below quickly walked away from the apartment complex.
"Future schizophrenic cat-man!" Yusuke shot back, giving Kuwabara the finger.
"Your mom's a whore!" Kuwabara yelled.
"At least I have a mom!" Yusuke retorted venomously.
Kuwabara gasped, trembled, growled then stomped back into the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
"I also don't want to be surrounded by people who think I'm pretentious anorexic mama's boy." Kurama hmphed, turning his nose up at Hiei.
"Hn." Hiei growled, making a move for the staircase at the same time Kurama did.
"Stop following me!" Kurama whined, pushing Hiei down the flight of stairs. "Get off my ass and leave me alone!"
The group at the top of the stairs watched as Kurama ran down and jogged away in the opposite direction Yusuke and Keiko went. After a few minutes, Hiei popped up from his spot in a shrub, looked around, 'Hn'-ed then flitted off.
Botan and Shizuru exchanged looks. Shizuru rolled her eyes and shrugged. Botan put a hand on Yukina's shoulder.
"Hey, Yukina, it's getting late. Let's get you home."
"Okay," Yukina looked to Shizuru. "I had fun today."
"Yeah, me too, kid." Shizuru smiled at the short aqua-haired girl. "We'll have to take you to the mall more often."
The older Kuwabara sibling waved to Botan and Yukina as they left. She sighed then opened the door and walked in as she took a cigarette from the pack she kept in her coat pocket and lit it. She took a long drag then exhaled through her nose.
Hearing someone rummaging around angrily in the kitchen, she entered to see Kuwabara taking an armful of food out of the refrigerator.
"So, what happened?" She asked casually.
"I don't wanna talk about it." Kuwabara grumbled, kicking the fridge door closed.
Shizuru noticed the remnants of a cereal box on the floor, little cereal marshmallows dotting the kitchen linoleum, the squashed oranges slid down the walls to land in a liquid mess on the floor, pink yogurt splattered like an abstract painting all over cabinets, the counter and the walls.
"Kazuma, what the hell happened in my kitchen?" She asked, more curious than upset.
"I said I don't wanna talk about it!" Kuwabara snapped, sulking to his room.
Shizuru watched her brother as he went to his room, slamming the door louder than necessary and making her flinch slightly. She sighed and rolled her eyes again then carefully, stepping over the mess, made her way to the phone and dialed a familiar number. It rang several times before finally being answered.
"Hello?" Keiko answered softly, almost cautiously.
"Hey, it's Shizuru."
"Oh, hey!" The younger girl said cheerfully before whispering to someone. "It's just Shizuru."
"Am I interrupting something?" Shizuru cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh, no. Yusuke just wanted to know who it was." Shizuru heard Yusuke mutter something and Keiko gasp. "Yusuke, I'm not going to repeat that! That's awful!"
"So did he tell you what happened yet?"
"No, he just told that me that he didn't want to talk about it. Anything from your brother?" Yusuke muttered something else and Shizuru could hear the loud smack of a hand against skin. "Yusuke Urameshi, that's horrible!"
"I don't want to know what he just said, I don't want to be pulled into this." She took a drag then tapped the ash off in an empty cup on the kitchen counter. "Kazuma said the same thing, he doesn't want to talk about it."
"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll figure it out sooner or later." Shizuru heard Yusuke say something then Keiko sighed, sounding obviously annoyed. "I'll call you back later."
Without waiting for Shizuru to say good-bye, Keiko hung up. Shizuru put the phone back into the cradle then picked up Eikichi, who had just sauntered into the kitchen.
"Hey, kitty-kitty." She cooed, petting the cat lovingly. "Your daddy had a bad day, let's go cheer him up."
She raised a fist to knock on her brother's bedroom door when she heard things crashing and slamming into walls inside the room. Not waiting for an invitation to enter, Shizuru gripped the doorknob in her free hand and forced the door open; she would not deal with her apartment being destroyed.
She stopped where she was, seeing Kuwabara throwing anything and everything that was related to and had been involved with Yusuke, Kurama or Hiei at the left wall. Whatever he threw hit the wall then fell into a large brown box like a basketball going through a hoop.
"Moving?" Shizuru joked dryly.
"No." Kuwabara growled. "I'm getting rid of everything that belongs to or was given to me from Urameshi, Kurama and Hiei."
"Oh, darn." Shizuru sat on the edge of her brother's bed. "I was hoping to turn your room in an art studio or a tanning room."
"Can I help you?" Kuwabara balled his hands into fists and place them firmly on his hips. "As you can see, I'm a little busy right now."
"Just thought that you could use a little cheering up." Shizuru lifted Eikichi up, covering her face with the cat. "There's a certain little kitty that hates to see little Kazu upset."
"Kitty!" Kuwabara squealed happily, scooping Eikichi into his arms. He mumbled sweetly to the cat before turning back to his sister, his expression hard once more. "Okay, so you brought my cat, go away."
"Now, hold on, baby brother." Shizuru crossed her legs, reclining back and propping herself up with her elbows. "What happened when I was out?"
"I don't wanna talk about it. Now, can you please leave?"
"Are you just going to pretend that that shouting match and that brawl in front of the door didn't happen?"
"What shouting match?" Kuwabara asked sarcastically. "What brawl in front of the door?"
"Oh, fine!" Shizuru threw her arms up in the air in an exasperated manner and got up. "If you're just gonna sulk and pout then stay holed up in your room."
"If either of those things call, which I hope they won't, tell them they can pick up their junk at the dump!"
Shizuru ignored her brother and left the room, closing the door behind her.
"This'll all pass in a week. They can't stay mad at each other for very long." She said to herself. "How long can they go without talking to each other?"
****
Keiko put her phone back into it's pink cradle on her desk. She turned and scowled at her boyfriend.
"What is wrong with you?" She asked. "Shizuru didn't do anything to you, why would you say that stuff?"
"I don't wanna talk about it." Yusuke grumbled, flopping down onto Keiko's bed and holding a pillow to his chest.
"Oh, Yu-Chan!" Keiko cooed, poking at Yusuke's face. "Don't pout now!"
"I'm not pouting!" Yusuke snapped, slapping at Keiko's finger. "Get outta my face, Keiko."
"Why can't you just tell me what happened?"
"Because I said I didn't wanna talk about it!" Yusuke growled, rolling onto his back and throwing one of Keiko's pink decorative pillows into the air and catching it.
He let the pillow drop the floor, not bothering to catch it, and sat up.
"I need a cigarette." He mumbled, getting up.
"But you've almost smoked that whole pack and you just bought it!"
"Are you saying I'm a chain smoker?" Yusuke barked, giving Keiko a death glare. "Are you saying I'm just like my mom? You think I'm trashy?"
"Whoa, Yusuke! I never said that!"
"Is that what everybody thinks about me?"
Yusuke angrily took the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and put one to his lips, opening Keiko's bedroom window with his other hand. He sat on the window's ledge, fiddling with his lighter.
"Nobody thinks that about you, Yusuke." Keiko said softly, wrapping her arms around him from behind and resting her head on his shoulder.
Yusuke muttered something Keiko didn't understand, but she didn't want to bother him by asking him to repeat what he said so she left it alone. She kissed the back of his neck as he took a long drag of his cigarette.
"This whole thing will blow over in a week," Keiko thought. "How long can these guys stay mad at each other?"
****
Shizuru and Keiko had been wrong; the silent treatment between the four friends lasted almost a month. Finally, the two couldn't take it anymore so, with the help of Botan and Yukina, they somehow managed to get all four boys into the same room.
Yusuke glared at Kuwabara, curling his lip up in a snarl as he entered the apartment.
"Fucking Sid Vicious wannabe." Kuwabara muttered, going into the kitchen.
"What're we doing here?" Hiei asked.
"Why are you asking me? I don't know!" Kurama shot back angrily.
"I wasn't asking you!" Hiei snapped.
"Hey, knock it off!" Shizuru shouted, silencing the two. She pointed to the couch. "Sit! All four of you."
"We have to sit next to each other?" Yusuke asked, giving Kurama and Hiei a dirty look as they sat down at different ends of the couch. "I'll think I'll stand, thanks."
Keiko grabbed a hold of Yusuke's ear and twisted it, making her boyfriend lurch forward in pain.
"Sit down, Yusuke!"
"All right!" Yusuke whimpered, sitting down next to Kurama, who was giving him a look.
"I don't want to be next to you as much as you don't want to be next to me."
"Kazuma, get in here."
"No thanks, I think I'll stay in the kitchen 'til they leave."
"Fucking fat ass is stuffin' his face with comfort food!" Yusuke shouted towards the kitchen. "He must have an eating disorder like Kurama!"
"I'm naturally skinny, you crack baby." Kurama hissed.
Yusuke threw a punch right at Kurama's face, tackling him.
"Wanna say that again, you Oedipal fruit loop?" Yusuke asked, swinging blindly as Kurama kicked at him.
"Yusuke, get off of him!" the girls screamed, trying to pull Yusuke off of Kurama.
Keiko yanked Yusuke off of Kurama and pulled him off of the couch. She pointed a finger at his face, looking quite upset with him.
"Behave! Stop fighting and behave for just a few minutes so we can get to the bottom of this."
"Yeah, listen to your woman." Hiei muttered.
"All of you!" Keiko shouted, looking at Kurama and Hiei. She turned to the kitchen. "Kazuma Kuwabara, get out here right now!"
Muttering a few choice words under his breath, Kuwabara sulked out of the kitchen, a bag of goldfish in his hands. He sat down reluctantly next to Hiei. Keiko shoved Yusuke towards the couch, silently ordering him to sit back down which he obeyed.
"You're not leaving this room or this apartment until we've gotten to the bottom of this." Shizuru said, lighting up a cigarette.
"Make me." Hiei mumbled.
Shizuru looked to Botan, who locked the deadbolt at the front door, then to Yukina who locked all the windows then took Hiei's katana away from him.
"Sorry, Hiei." She said softly, an apologetic smile on her face.
Hiei scrunched his face up, obviously beaten by his sister, and turned away.
"Hn."
"Okay, so what happened?" Botan asked. "Why aren't you guys talking to each other?"
"I don't wanna talk about it." The four mumbled simultaneously, trying to avoid looking at each other.
"Well, one of you is gonna have to start talking or we'll be here all night." Shizuru said flatly. "I have work in the morning."
"Yusuke, you start." Botan pointed at Yusuke.
"Me? Why me?" Yusuke snarled.
"Because I said so."
Yusuke sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Okay, so it happened like this," He started. "The four of us were just chillin' in Kuwabara's room, right? Just sittin' there, bored off our asses, trying to think of something to do when Kuwabara comes up with this idea –"
"A bad one at that," Hiei muttered, arms crossed over his chest. "Like always."
"Hey, shuddup, fucker!" Kuwabara snapped.
"Like I was sayin'," Yusuke continued, giving Kuwabara then Hiei a look to keep them from further interruptions. "Kuwabara came up with this idea to play this game . . ."
The four sat in Kuwabara's room; Kuwabara laying on his bed, throwing a basketball up in the air, Kurama sitting on the black swivel desk chair, Hiei leaned against the door by Kurama, Yusuke sitting cross-legged on the floor, flipping through some magazine of Shizuru's he had swiped off the coffee table when he had entered the apartment earlier that day.
"This is hella boring," Yusuke muttered, closing the magazine and tossing it halfheartedly on the floor. "Who cares about Jon and Kate plus Eight or the Octo-mom? Can't these magazine creeps find somethin' else to terrorize for a while?"
"I gotta idea!" Kuwabara cried, catching the ball in his hands and sitting up. "You guys wanna play a game?"
"Anything but Monopoly," Yusuke chuckled, shaking his head. "Hiei and Monopoly don't mix."
"No board games, they all infuriate me." Hiei shot.
"Kuwabara only has old crappy games anyway." Yusuke shrugged.
"He has Pictionary!" Kurama defended.
"Like I said – old and crappy."
"Guys!" Kuwabara grumbled, standing up. "You wanna play Imitation?"
"What's that?"
"It sounds like you just made it up, Kuwabara."
Kuwabara reached out and slapped Yusuke on the back of his head.
"Shuddup, Urameshi. Okay, we basically take off our clothes –"
"What!"
"Whoa, what the hell, Kuwabara?"
"You didn't let me finish!" Kuwabara stammered, his face turning red in embarrassment at his poor choice of words. "Okay, so we basically switch clothes with someone and imitate them."
"Dress up?" Hiei sneered, rolling his eyes. "I didn't know you were a five year old girl, Kuwabara."
"Hey, shuddup shorty!"
"Haha, that sounds great!" Yusuke slapped his knees then bounced up, reaching for Kurama. "Let's do it! Kurama, gimme your clothes!"
"Oh, goodness! Yusuke, get off of me!" Kurama pleaded, slapping at Yusuke as he tugged at his friend's clothes.
The two switched clothes; Yusuke's clothes were extremely baggy on Kurama's skinny frame, Kurama's clothes fitting almost perfectly for Yusuke.
Hiei and Kuwabara looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Nope! Do over!" Kuwabara barked. "I don't wanna be Hiei!"
"I don't want to be Kuwabara, either!"
"No way!" Yusuke laughed, checking himself out in Kurama's clothes in the mirror. "Ya gotta be faster than that."
"His clothes won't fit me!" The two shouted, pointing at each other.
"Tough squash," Kurama said. "Switch."
Grumbling, Kuwabara and Hiei switched clothes; Hiei drowning in Kuwabara's XXL outfit, Kuwabara was afraid that Hiei's small clothes would cut off his circulation.
"Now, what do we do?" Yusuke asked, fiddling with the collar of the pink shirt he was wearing.
"We imitate each other!" Kuwabara exclaimed, trying to keep the cloak from strangling him. Then in a voice that almost resembled Hiei's, he added. "This thing is such a hassle. That's why I always rip it off before a fight."
Yusuke held his sides as he laughed at Kuwabara's impression, leaning onto Kurama.
"I don't sound like that!" Hiei huffed, glaring at Kuwabara.
"No, Kuwabara, you don't but Hiei does!" Kurama said in a loud voice. "Don't ya, Hiei?"
"Hn." Kuwabara answered.
"Was that supposed to be me?" Yusuke raised an eyebrow at Kurama, picking up his pack of cigarettes he left on the floor.
"Kurama, when did you start smoking?" Kurama asked Yusuke, grabbing the cigarettes. "Those are mine, y'know! This shit's expensive!"
"Oh, sorry, Yusuke." Yusuke smirked, talking in a soft, almost lispy, voice. "You know cigarettes can kill you, Yusuke."
"Eh, I've been hit by a car." Kurama shrugged, putting a cigarette to his lips. "I ain't afraid of nothin'."
"That's a double negative, Yusuke! That means you are afraid of something!"
"You only jumped in front of the car 'cause you were afraid I'd finally beat yer ass!" Hiei barked in a deep, boisterous voice (which, surprisingly, sounded exactly like Kuwabara).
Kuwabara made a face as Yusuke and Kurama laughed at Hiei. Kuwabara crossed his arms over his chest, scowling.
"Hn." He grumbled.
Eikichi padded into the room, pausing for a moment when she noticed everyone.
"Mrew?"
"Kitty!" Hiei squealed in his Kuwabara voice, jumping at the cat.
Eikichi jumped and ran out of the room, Hiei chasing after her with his arms outstretched and chanting "Kitty, kitty, kitty!"
Yusuke started to laugh out loud but remember he was imitating Kurama and covered his smile with a hand as Kurama tossed his head back and laughed loudly. Kuwabara's eye twitched and his scowl deepened.
"Hn." He growled.
Kurama put a cigarette to his lips and lit it, causing Yusuke to gasp mockingly.
"Yusuke, you're not really going to smoke in here, are you?"
"I don't care, I'm a rebel." Kurama shrugged, taking a drag then making a disgusted face.
Hiei pranced back in, Eikichi in his arms and scratches on his face. The cat squirmed, trying to get away from Hiei as he nuzzled her.
"Kitty, kitty, kitty!" He squealed again.
"Doesn't look like your cat likes you very much, idiot." Kuwabara said snidely.
"Shuddup, shrimp!" Hiei barked, sticking his tongue out at Kuwabara.
"You're not worth my time," Kuwabara smirked, turning his nose up at Hiei. He turned to Yusuke. "Kurama, let's go. Why do we surround ourselves with these humans?"
"Oh, my love. You're getting grouchy!" Yusuke put an arm around Kuwabara's shoulders, resting his head against Kuwabara's. "Have you had your afternoon nap today?"
The two laughed loudly as Kurama and Hiei gave them some very dirty looks. Kurama turned to Hiei.
"So, Kuwabara, how are things with you and Yukina?"
The question abruptly silenced Kuwabara's laughter while Yusuke's slowly died down to quiet giggling. Hiei's eye twitched at what Kurama said.
"What about her, Urameshi?"
"I'm just askin'." Kurama shrugged. "Have you tapped that yet?"
Yusuke snorted at the face Hiei was making. Kuwabara pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowing angrily.
"No, Urameshi, she's not as easy as Keiko!" Hiei retorted.
"Oh, snap!" Kuwabara exclaimed, breaking character.
"Not funny." Yusuke stated, also breaking character. "Not cool."
"Oh, come off it, Yusuke." Kurama rolled his eyes, breaking character as well. "We're just having fun."
"Oh, I'll show you fun." Yusuke muttered before throwing his arms around Kuwabara's neck and talking in a flamboyantly lispy voice. "Oh, Hiei, snookums, let's leave and find a tree or a bush or something and make little half fox half fire demon babies!"
The two laughed as Kurama and Hiei's faces turned red in anger.
"It's about time I leave anyway," Kurama said in his Yusuke voice as he stood up, looking at his watch. "I gotta go bone my girlfriend twenty more times 'cause that's all we do. First, I gotta stop by my fucked up house and steal some money and alcohol from my mom."
"At least you have a mom," Hiei barked in his Kuwabara voice. "I'm being raised by a chain-smoking lesbian."
"My mom is my best friend!" Yusuke lisped, giving Kurama a death glare. "I'm so proud to say I'm a mama's boy!"
"I don't have parents," Kuwabara grumbled, lip curling up at Hiei. "I was hatched from a demonic egg and raised by criminals!"
"Well, at least you aren't an ugly incompetent feline obsessed idiot!"
"No, I'm just bi-polar, anti-social emo kid!" Kuwabara stood, breaking character entirely. "You're so lucky we're stuck in this room, Hiei. I would kick your ass so bad!"
"I would like to see you try!" Hiei struggled to take the clothes he was wearing off. "Give me back my clothes!"
"I'd much rather be a mama's boy than a low class ignorant uneducated druggie!" Kurama spat at Yusuke, jerking the shirt off and throwing it back at Yusuke.
"You anorexic furry!" Yusuke shouted.
"So, after that, we all switched back to our own clothes and then more pretty mean words were said," Yusuke said, gesturing with his hand.
"Yeah, real mean." Kuwabara mumbled, nodding along with Kurama and Hiei in agreement. "More comments about girlfriends were said."
"You pussy whipped stoner!" Kurama shouted at Yusuke, yanking open the bedroom door and leaving the room. "It's pretty obvious who wears the pants in your relationship!"
"At least I'm in a relationship with someone who doesn't happen to be my mom or a fucked up weird ass demon house plant!" Yusuke shot back, following after Kurama into the living room.
"You're a rude, selfish, impudent midget Vegeta!" Kuwabara growled at Hiei as he walked out of his bedroom backwards, keeping an eye on the shorter man.
"I should have slit your throat when I first met you!" Hiei spat.
"Where you goin', Kurama?" Yusuke asked tauntingly as he followed the redhead into the kitchen. "You gonna eat all Kuwabara's food then throw it up?"
Kurama grabbed a box of cereal from the counter and spun around, tossing the marshmallow cereal pieces at Yusuke. Getting a face full of cereal, Yusuke stepped back. He grabbed the nearest thing closet to him, which happened to be an orange from a bowl on the kitchen table. He wound up, looking like a professional baseball player and threw the orange with all his might at Kurama, who dodged it. Yusuke picked up more oranges and violently threw them at his used-to-be-friend.
"Fucking fruit!" Yusuke screamed.
"Homophobic manwhore!" Kurama retorted back, yanking open the refrigerator and grabbing one of Shizuru's low-fat strawberry yogurts. He ripped the aluminum tab off and aimed it at Yusuke, who ducked. The yogurt splattered against the wall as if Kurama were painting with it.
Kuwabara stumbled in, Hiei latched onto his back with his arms tightly around Kuwabara's thick neck in a chokehold. Kuwabara rammed into a wall backwards in an attempt to force Hiei off of him. When Hiei finally was detached from the bigger man's back, Kuwabara kicked him.
"Yukina doesn't love you!" Hiei shouted, causing Kuwabara to pause in mid-kick and Yusuke and Kurama to stop in the middle of their food fight to watch Kuwabara's reaction.
"How fucking dare you?!" Kuwabara seethed, balling his hands into fists.
"I wonder what Kuwabara would do if he found out who Yukina's brother actually was." Yusuke thought out loud, smirking evilly.
Kuwabara's head swiveled towards Yusuke and Kurama. Hiei glared at Yusuke from his spot on the ground.
"You know?" Kuwabara asked.
"Actually, we all know." Kurama nodded. "And it's someone in this room right now."
"You're fucking lying!" Kuwabara screamed. "You guys wouldn't keep something hidden like that from me!"
"Or would we?" Yusuke looked at Hiei, who had finally stood up.
"Shut your mouth, Detective!" Hiei lunged at Yusuke, knocking him to the ground.
"The truth is finally comin' out, Hiei!" Yusuke shouted as the two wrestled on the floor. "It must suck to have a half-retarded brother-in-law!"
"Get the fuck out of my house!" Kuwabara screamed, running from the kitchen to grab the cordless phone in the living room. "If you guys don't leave this instant, I'm calling the cops!"
"I'll kill you!" Hiei screamed at Yusuke, his hands at his neck. "I'll kill you!"
Yusuke kicked Hiei off of him, sending the shorter man flying into Kurama, who slammed back into the stove. Kurama shoved Hiei to the floor.
"Get the hell off of me!"
"Out!" Kuwabara bellowed, returning to the kitchen. "Get the fuck out right now!"
"Fine!" Kurama scowled at Kuwabara before turning to Yusuke. "Also, Yusuke, next time someone's parents are out of town and they throw a party, that's not an invitation to get totally blitzed and fornicate with your constantly PMSing bitch of girlfriend in the party-thrower's parents' room!"
"That was one time!" Yusuke stood.
"You mean several times in one night! Do you know how pissed off I was when I had to clean up my house the next day and found seven condom wrappers in my mother's room? You disrespectful little –"
"My life would have been so much better if I hadn't met you three!" Kuwabara interrupted, making all three look at him. His hands shook at his sides. "At least before you guys, I had real friends that didn't keep shit from me and didn't treat me like shit! I want you all out of my life!"
The room was silent. Yusuke's eyes narrowed as he advanced towards Kuwabara.
"Fine!" Yusuke spat in Kuwabara's face. "Kazuma Kuwabara, consider your friendship with me terminated!"
"Ooh, such a big word." Kurama rolled his eyes.
Yusuke spun to face Kurama.
"You too!" He looked at Hiei. "And you too! I'm done with you guys!"
"The feeling is extremely mutual." Kurama shot back nastily as Yusuke exited the kitchen, stomping to the front door and flinging it open.
"If that's the way you feel then fine!"
****
Yusuke let out a long audible sigh, looking down at his hands in his lap.
"And that's what happened."
"I can't believe you four," Botan shook her head, clicking her tongue in disappointment. "Ending your friendship over a stupid game."
"I guess it's my fault," Kuwabara shrugged. "It was a bad idea."
"Yeah," Yusuke nodded before a small smirk slowly appeared at his lips. "You did do a great job imitating Hiei's voice, though."
"Yes, it was spot on." Kurama agreed.
"Hell, so was Hiei's impression of me." Kuwabara said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Especially when Eikichi came into the room."
"That cat tried to rip my face off." Hiei piped up, trying to hide his signature smirk.
The four on the couch laughed. Yusuke wiped a tear from his eyes as the laughter died down and he turned to Kurama.
"I'm sorry I called you Oedipal and anorexic, man. And I'm sorry for the shit I said about you and Hiei."
"I said some horrible things about you too, Yusuke." Kurama shook his head. "I should be apologizing to you."
"I think we all owe each other apologies." Kuwabara mumbled.
The three nodded in agreement then proceded to apologize to each other for the nasty things they had all said.
"Gentlemen," Yusuke smirked playfully as he stood and held his arms out to his three friends. "Group hug?"
"Hells yeah!" Kuwabara laughed in agreement as he and Kurama stood.
Kurama yanked Hiei up by the collar of his cloak and forced him into the group hug. The hug lasted about a minute before Yusuke pulled away in mock disgust.
"Phew, Kuwabara, did you put deodorant on this morning?"
"I was wondering what that strange smell was."
"Hey, shuddup, shrimp."
"I certainly missed hearing that." Kurama joked.
"So, what now?" Kuwabara asked Yusuke.
"I dunno," He shrugged. "Guys wanna go see a movie?"
"Ooh, there's this new foreign film playing at the theater down the street!" Kurama pointed out.
"Oh, c'mon, Kurama, nobody wants to see another foreign film." Yusuke shook his head. "Let's see that new zombie movie that just came out."
"But there's that new animated movie that came out today, I really wanted to see it." Kuwabara pouted.
"The one with the blue cartoon cat?" Yusuke asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yeah." Kuwabara nodded.
"We're not seeing that." Yusuke, Hiei and Kurama said in unison.
"Well, whatever, let's just walk to the closet theater and see what's playing." Yusuke shrugged, grabbing his jacket from the couch.
"I'm still leaning towards that cat movie." Kuwabara said as the four went to the door.
"I will leave if I have to sit through an hour and a half of a ridiculous brightly colored children's film." Hiei piped up.
The four laughed as they left the apartment, slamming the door behind them. The four women still in the apartment could heard the four outside joking around and laughing like what had happened a month ago had never happened.
Shizuru put a fresh cigarette to her lips and shook her head.
"Imitation," She muttered. "My brother has some crazy stupid ideas sometimes."
"I don't know, it sounds kinda interesting." Botan shrugged. "I kinda wanna play now."
"Me, too!" Yukina agreed energetically.
"I'm not going to lie, but I wanna play to."
The three looked at Shizuru, who took a long drag of cigarette before exhaling through her nose.
"Fine, let me finish this cigarette and I'll imitate Botan."
