Short humor.

Yusuke yawned as he got up. He had a fairly good dream. Beating up Kuwabara again, nonetheless. 'That guy needs the shit knocked out of him' thought Yusuke as he got himself dressed. He wore a large grin as he walked out into the main room.

He got all the way to the door when he heard a hiccup. He wheeled around, to see his mother, Atsuko, lying on the floor, drunk. "Well, look *hic* who it is." She said, apparently hammered beyond what yusuke had thought.

"I thought you were at a wedding reception, mom, not the bar." He tried to hide his concern as he spoke. Inside his stomach was burning with rage, at the drinking and part wanting to cream Kuwabara.

"Well, i-it was at there *hic* yeah! So, where you *hic* going?" she finally asked, seeing his grip on the door handle.

"Getting the hell outta here! What do you think?" he asked sarcastically.

Atsuko continued her hiccupping fit as she spoke. "I *hic* thought you might *hic* be go*hic*ing to go and *hic* screw Keiko *hic* she's still your girl*hic*friend, isn't she?"

He stared at his mother for a few short seconds. She began opening her mouth again, perhaps to talk, but he snapped. "MOTHER!! SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!!" he slammed the door as he left, seeking Kuwabara for a fight to ease his mood.