Hiei and Saito stood in their corners, preparing to fight. Not that there
was much preparation. They were standing there, staring at each other. I
guess having a stare-down was their equivalent of insults, or maybe they
were using telepathy or something, but neither of them said anything.
"Hey, you can start now," Yusuke said, sounding slightly annoyed. Actually, he sounded very annoyed to everyone who hadn't heard how annoyed Shadow had sounded moments earlier when Saito had had her pinned to the ground with her arms behind her back.
Speaking of Shadow, she was glaring at Kenshin with obvious violent thoughts in her mind. Youko saw this and smiled to himself, having his own evil plans forming in his head, but that's where they stayed, because before he could do anything Hiei and Saito charged.
"Wow, people, this is great! The two most arrogant fighters, punching each others lights out so fast that you normal, weak people probably can't even see them!" Yusuke said.
There was a loud crack, the sound of metal hitting metal, and both fighters finally stopped (or appeared, if you couldn't see them). They stood there with their blades locked, both of them trying to push the other one away. Hiei had been the one blocking. Saito had tried to bring his blade down on Hiei's head, and Hiei had blocked it, and that's how they stood now. They simultaneously jumped back, neither of them breathing very hard. Saito took his stance for his trademark attack [sorry, the name is like... somewhere in my head, just not where it should be]. Hiei was calm, preparing to dodge or counter or whatever he needed to do.
Saito charged. Hiei vanished. Saito looked around for a second before he spun around and blocked, just as Hiei's katana was inches from his neck.
"You almost got me that time," Saito said, keeping Hiei's blade where it was.
"There'll be no 'almost' next time," Hiei promised. He jumped back ten feet and landed gracefully on one of the corner poles. 'I shouldn't use my flames on a mere human,' he thought. 'It'd be unfair.'
'Who cares about fairness?' Youko asked suddenly by telepathy.
'Hey! You stupid fox! Get out of my head!'
'You're taking too long to beat him.'
'Shut up. Don't tell me how to fight.'
"Are you going to fight or stare?" Saito asked suddenly.
"Fight," Hiei answered. He sheathed his sword and leaped into the air. Saito watched Hiei hang there for a second before he vanished, shooting down like a bullet, fist pulled back, ready to send Saito's head flying off his neck with one hit.
When Hiei hit, Saito turned with the blow to lessen the pain, but it still sent him flying. Hiei wasted no time in darting after the man. Before Hiei could hit him again, Saito gained control of himself and slammed one hand into the floor, stopping his upper half and sending him into a flip, which he managed to pull off and land safely. Hiei stopped dead before he got too close.
"Well, you're better than I thought," Hiei said. "Lousy police officer," he added under his breath.
"I'm not losing to a half-pint like you," Saito said. Hiei rolled his eyes.
"We'll see about that," Hiei muttered. They charged again, going into an insanely fast punching-frenzy again, so that the audience had no idea what was going on. Yusuke, Youko, and Kenshin could follow almost every move, and Shadow could see some blurs that she could tell apart from each other. Everybody else was getting annoyed because they couldn't even tell what was going on, except that there were blinding flashes when the lights hit the fighters' now-drawn swords.
After ten minutes of this, the two fighters finally stopped and jumped back from each other, positioning themselves 15 feet apart. Everybody took this time to look at their injuries.
Both of them were breathing hard, holding their sword in their right hand, and glaring at their opponent. They seemed to have reached an agreement, although they hadn't said anything to each other, to stand and catch their breath for a few minutes.
Saito had several rips in his shirt, some bloodstains, a black eye, several bruises and a couple cuts on his face, which were oozing blood rather quickly. A cut above his eye left a trickle of blood coming down to his eye and possibly into it, because he kept wiping his sleeve across his eye.
Hiei had a thin slice across his shoulder, which had cut clear through his shirt, leaving it practically hanging off on that side. He had a couple cuts on his face as well, several on his bare arms, and a good number of bruises all over. He also had a cut on his forehead, which had sliced through the bandana he kept of his Jagan, leaving it visible. Hiei kept it closed, though, to prevent Saito from seeing it as a weakness.
Shadow sighed. Hiei only had a shirt covering half his chest. 'That stupid boy is always losing his shirt. He might as well not even wear one to start with,' she thought, annoyed. She turned to Youko.
"Could you cut these ropes off, please?" she asked, looking up at him with puppy eyes.
"Puppy dog eyes don't work on me, and neither does any other method of begging."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?!"
"No."
"Do you have any reason not to?"
"Because you want me to."
"Damn fox," Shadow muttered under her breath. "Useless, stupid, arrogant, worthless, lazy, retarded, stupid, damn fox." She walked away, muttering angry words about Youko. She found a suitable sharp edge and started rubbing the ropes against it.
Meanwhile, Yusuke was getting annoyed with the fighters' stillness.
"Fight already, would you?!" Yusuke said. "We've got a trophy to give out and we don't want to keep it for eight billion years while you guys sit around staring at each other!"
"Shut up, boy!" Saito snapped, pointing his sword at Yusuke.
"Right!" He shut up after that.
"Should we start?" Saito asked Hiei. The demon shrugged.
"Might as well. We haven't got anything better to do."
Saito and Hiei took up a fighting stance, then leapt at each other, colliding mid-air with their blades in front of them. They went into an insane and vicious battle after that, during which Hiei ended up getting his shirt completely ripped off. A thought went through his mind when he felt the shirt rip that distracted him long enough for Saito to knock him back against one of the corner poles.
It took only until the count of 2 for Hiei to get up. He started walking toward Saito angrily, cursing himself for caring that his shirt got ripped off. He was about to attack when he heard Shadow.
"Hey Hiei!" she yelled, running up to the ring. She was waving around something that was black. She threw it at Hiei and he caught it, discovering that it was actually a light jacket. He looked at Shadow, annoyed. "I'm sick of you never having a shirt on!"
Hiei rolled his eyes. "What does it matter? This'll probably be shredded too!"
"So!?"
Hiei sighed, but he pulled the jacket on anyway.
"Looks like you got a little guardian there, Hiei," Saito said, amused.
"Shut up." That's the thought that had distracted him when his shirt tore. 'Damn, Shadow's gonna complain like hell now. I'll never hear the end of it!'
The two fighters went into another violent, invisible, speed fight. This time it lasted for a long time, until suddenly there seemed to be an explosion, and both fighters were sent backwards into the corner poles. They both collapsed. Yusuke started the countdown.
"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! ... They're not moving... Seven! ... Somebody better move soon... Eight! ... Hello? Hiei? Get up, Hiei, you stupid demon boy! Nine! Saito! Hey, you're a police officer, you should be able to get up after that! ... Hello?!" Yusuke looked between the two fighters, who were flat on their faces. Hiei's hand twitched slightly. "Ten! Since neither got up, and Hiei moved before I said ten, Hiei's the winner! Congratulations!"
Hiei twitched again, then rolled over, looking up at Yusuke's smiling face. He closed his eyes. 'God, damn happy people...' He was relaxing for a second before suddenly somebody came flying at him, screaming.
"HIEI, GET UP! YOU WON! AREN'T YOU EXCITED? ARE YOU ALIVE?! YOU ON! YOU WON, YOU WON, YOU WON!!!" Shadow paused. "Are you okay? Cuz if you're not, I'll have to carry you out of here like a baby."
Hiei's eyes snapped open instantly at that comment and he struggled to get up. Shadow grabbed his arm and yanked him into a sitting position, so hard his shoulder popped.
"Owie..." He muttered, rubbing his shoulder. "I'm okay. Even if I wasn't, I wouldn't dare go through the humiliation of having somebody carry me out of here, especially a girl somebody."
"What's wrong with girls!?"
Yusuke and Youko were watching from a short distance away, looking slightly confused. Kenshin was watching, hoping that some little thing would slip up and they would say something about loving each other so he could go up and get in Shadow's face with "I told you so"s. Unfortunately for him, that didn't happen. However...
"Nothing's wrong with girls. Just that it would ruin my pride to have a girl carrying me around," Hiei said, looking at Shadow. He saw something in her eyes that he didn't like, and a second too late, he understood. "No!" he said, staring at Shadow with horror in his eyes and waving his hands in her face. She smiled evilly.
"Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes," Shadow said, grinning. She grabbed Hiei's arm and put it around her shoulders, then put one arm under his back and the other under his legs at his knees. She lifted him up and somehow climbed out of the ring with him in her arms, laughing evilly at the look of horror on his face.
Youko and Yusuke looked at each other with identical looks of surprise and amusement before Yusuke burst out laughing. Youko couldn't help it. He started laughing too, so hard his eyes started watering and he had to sit down before he fell.
Needless to say, everybody else was staring Shadow and Hiei. Shadow was laughing so hard she could barely hold Hiei, who was nearly crying because he was so embarrassed. His cheeks and ears were bright red and burning hot, and he was covering his face, as if that would somehow keep people from seeing him. Once Shadow got inside the waiting room, she let Hiei down, and his first reaction was to explode. About ten more people in the audience spontaneously combusted. Several things in the waiting room burst into flames.
Hiei was blushing like crazy. "That was the most embarrassing thing in my life! Including every other embarrassing thing you've done around me, that topped them all off! How could you do that to me?! That was horribly evil! I can't believe you did that! How could you do that?!" His voice was strangely high-pitched. "I'm gonna hate you for eternity!"
"People who hate me can't live in my house," Shadow said. Hiei's jaw dropped.
"You'd just throw me out like that?"
"And I'd keep all your stuff, too."
"Ah! You can't do that!"
"Do you hate me?"
"I'm pretty pissed off right about now!"
"That's not hate."
Hiei muttered something under his breath, looking away. His ears and cheeks had started turning back to normal skin color. Somehow during all that, his Jagan had opened. Shadow pointed at it.
"You should cover that."
"Whatever..." Hiei muttered, pulling a white strip of fabric out of his pocket and carefully placing it over his Jagan. He was finally calmed down when Yusuke recovered from laughing and called him to the ring.
"Hiei, if you're not in the middle of a bloody murder, please come to the ring. If you must, have Shadow carry you, but please come. You need your trophy," Yusuke said. "And I hope Shadow's still alive."
Hiei glared at the door of the waiting room, annoyed at Yusuke's stupid jokes. The second he stepped out of the waiting room the crowd burst out laughing. When Shadow followed him, they laughed even harder. Twenty of them burst into flames where they sat. Hiei suddenly got an aura of flames around him, triggered by his anger. He looked up and saw Youko with a strange smile on his face and streaks on his face where tears had been.
"Okay, it seems Hiei is okay now, but as you see, Shadow is right behind him to carry him incase he falls," Yusuke said. Hiei growled and leaped into the ring.
"No. Stupid. Jokes," Hiei said coldly.
"I'm sorry Hiei. It was just so funny to see you carried by a girl," Yusuke said, his voice rising. He tried to hide a smile, but he couldn't and burst out laughing again. Hiei glared, deciding he was sick of Yusuke, and grabbed the trophy and microphone out of Yusuke's hands.
"I win. I get the trophy. My pride has been mangled by this girl. I'm going home," Hiei said into the mike. He threw the microphone at Yusuke, hitting him squarely in the head, then he carried the trophy away. Shadow tagged along after him.
"I don't see why you had to do that. Now every time anybody sees us together they'll laugh," Hiei muttered.
"Oh come on, you need to be laughed at once in a while!" Shadow said. Hiei got a look of fury on his face and before Shadow could do anything, Hiei had kicked her in the shin. She hopped halfway home holding her shin with Hiei laughing at her the whole time.
Back at the competition arena place...
"Everybody, the competition is over. We may have another one sometime, but that all depends on how much money you people are willing to fork over! Buy the autographed photos! Buy the photos taken during the competition! Buy the little plushies that look somewhat like the fighters but not really! And action figures! Oh look! We can have an auction right now!" Yusuke picked up something off the floor, which some people recognized as the shirt Hiei had been wearing. "Who will give me some money for this shirt?! It's the one Hiei was wearing! All you Hiei worshippers, bid money now!"
Kuwabara, who had recovered from a concussion, was now watching in horror as people showered Yusuke with money to buy the shredded shirt. The idiot climbed into the ring and stole the microphone out of Yusuke's hand.
"What's so great about a few shreds of fabric?! So what if they used to be a shirt and Hiei used to be wearing that shirt?! It's some shreds of fabric! Here, I'll rip up my shirt and get rich from it!!!" Kuwabara screamed. He ripped off his shirt and shredded it and started waving it around. "People, look at me! You can buy the shirt I was wearing that's now just some shredded fabric! But I wore it! Look, don't you want the shirt that I wore? I'm much better that stupid half-pint shrimp! I've got muscles!"
The audience was dead silent.
"Shut up, Kuwabara! I've got a chance to make tons of money from some Hiei worshippers! Get lost!" Yusuke hissed. "Haven't you ever heard of fanatics?"
"Fanatics are stupid. It's just some shreds of fabric..." Kuwabara muttered, sulking away with his shreds of fabric dragging on the ground behind him.
Yusuke continued his auction until he managed to get $300 out of somebody.
Stupid drunk fanatics.
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What'd you think? Please review. Somebody who reviewed my first chapter told me I should have killed Kuwabara, but I prefer not to kill people from Yu Yu Hakusho... Maybe in some other fic... Anyway, keep checking back, cuz I have some more stories and ideas and junk and stuff, so I'll keep adding my stories here. While you're waiting, visit my website and sign the guest book. Look around and stuff. Thanks!
"Hey, you can start now," Yusuke said, sounding slightly annoyed. Actually, he sounded very annoyed to everyone who hadn't heard how annoyed Shadow had sounded moments earlier when Saito had had her pinned to the ground with her arms behind her back.
Speaking of Shadow, she was glaring at Kenshin with obvious violent thoughts in her mind. Youko saw this and smiled to himself, having his own evil plans forming in his head, but that's where they stayed, because before he could do anything Hiei and Saito charged.
"Wow, people, this is great! The two most arrogant fighters, punching each others lights out so fast that you normal, weak people probably can't even see them!" Yusuke said.
There was a loud crack, the sound of metal hitting metal, and both fighters finally stopped (or appeared, if you couldn't see them). They stood there with their blades locked, both of them trying to push the other one away. Hiei had been the one blocking. Saito had tried to bring his blade down on Hiei's head, and Hiei had blocked it, and that's how they stood now. They simultaneously jumped back, neither of them breathing very hard. Saito took his stance for his trademark attack [sorry, the name is like... somewhere in my head, just not where it should be]. Hiei was calm, preparing to dodge or counter or whatever he needed to do.
Saito charged. Hiei vanished. Saito looked around for a second before he spun around and blocked, just as Hiei's katana was inches from his neck.
"You almost got me that time," Saito said, keeping Hiei's blade where it was.
"There'll be no 'almost' next time," Hiei promised. He jumped back ten feet and landed gracefully on one of the corner poles. 'I shouldn't use my flames on a mere human,' he thought. 'It'd be unfair.'
'Who cares about fairness?' Youko asked suddenly by telepathy.
'Hey! You stupid fox! Get out of my head!'
'You're taking too long to beat him.'
'Shut up. Don't tell me how to fight.'
"Are you going to fight or stare?" Saito asked suddenly.
"Fight," Hiei answered. He sheathed his sword and leaped into the air. Saito watched Hiei hang there for a second before he vanished, shooting down like a bullet, fist pulled back, ready to send Saito's head flying off his neck with one hit.
When Hiei hit, Saito turned with the blow to lessen the pain, but it still sent him flying. Hiei wasted no time in darting after the man. Before Hiei could hit him again, Saito gained control of himself and slammed one hand into the floor, stopping his upper half and sending him into a flip, which he managed to pull off and land safely. Hiei stopped dead before he got too close.
"Well, you're better than I thought," Hiei said. "Lousy police officer," he added under his breath.
"I'm not losing to a half-pint like you," Saito said. Hiei rolled his eyes.
"We'll see about that," Hiei muttered. They charged again, going into an insanely fast punching-frenzy again, so that the audience had no idea what was going on. Yusuke, Youko, and Kenshin could follow almost every move, and Shadow could see some blurs that she could tell apart from each other. Everybody else was getting annoyed because they couldn't even tell what was going on, except that there were blinding flashes when the lights hit the fighters' now-drawn swords.
After ten minutes of this, the two fighters finally stopped and jumped back from each other, positioning themselves 15 feet apart. Everybody took this time to look at their injuries.
Both of them were breathing hard, holding their sword in their right hand, and glaring at their opponent. They seemed to have reached an agreement, although they hadn't said anything to each other, to stand and catch their breath for a few minutes.
Saito had several rips in his shirt, some bloodstains, a black eye, several bruises and a couple cuts on his face, which were oozing blood rather quickly. A cut above his eye left a trickle of blood coming down to his eye and possibly into it, because he kept wiping his sleeve across his eye.
Hiei had a thin slice across his shoulder, which had cut clear through his shirt, leaving it practically hanging off on that side. He had a couple cuts on his face as well, several on his bare arms, and a good number of bruises all over. He also had a cut on his forehead, which had sliced through the bandana he kept of his Jagan, leaving it visible. Hiei kept it closed, though, to prevent Saito from seeing it as a weakness.
Shadow sighed. Hiei only had a shirt covering half his chest. 'That stupid boy is always losing his shirt. He might as well not even wear one to start with,' she thought, annoyed. She turned to Youko.
"Could you cut these ropes off, please?" she asked, looking up at him with puppy eyes.
"Puppy dog eyes don't work on me, and neither does any other method of begging."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?!"
"No."
"Do you have any reason not to?"
"Because you want me to."
"Damn fox," Shadow muttered under her breath. "Useless, stupid, arrogant, worthless, lazy, retarded, stupid, damn fox." She walked away, muttering angry words about Youko. She found a suitable sharp edge and started rubbing the ropes against it.
Meanwhile, Yusuke was getting annoyed with the fighters' stillness.
"Fight already, would you?!" Yusuke said. "We've got a trophy to give out and we don't want to keep it for eight billion years while you guys sit around staring at each other!"
"Shut up, boy!" Saito snapped, pointing his sword at Yusuke.
"Right!" He shut up after that.
"Should we start?" Saito asked Hiei. The demon shrugged.
"Might as well. We haven't got anything better to do."
Saito and Hiei took up a fighting stance, then leapt at each other, colliding mid-air with their blades in front of them. They went into an insane and vicious battle after that, during which Hiei ended up getting his shirt completely ripped off. A thought went through his mind when he felt the shirt rip that distracted him long enough for Saito to knock him back against one of the corner poles.
It took only until the count of 2 for Hiei to get up. He started walking toward Saito angrily, cursing himself for caring that his shirt got ripped off. He was about to attack when he heard Shadow.
"Hey Hiei!" she yelled, running up to the ring. She was waving around something that was black. She threw it at Hiei and he caught it, discovering that it was actually a light jacket. He looked at Shadow, annoyed. "I'm sick of you never having a shirt on!"
Hiei rolled his eyes. "What does it matter? This'll probably be shredded too!"
"So!?"
Hiei sighed, but he pulled the jacket on anyway.
"Looks like you got a little guardian there, Hiei," Saito said, amused.
"Shut up." That's the thought that had distracted him when his shirt tore. 'Damn, Shadow's gonna complain like hell now. I'll never hear the end of it!'
The two fighters went into another violent, invisible, speed fight. This time it lasted for a long time, until suddenly there seemed to be an explosion, and both fighters were sent backwards into the corner poles. They both collapsed. Yusuke started the countdown.
"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! ... They're not moving... Seven! ... Somebody better move soon... Eight! ... Hello? Hiei? Get up, Hiei, you stupid demon boy! Nine! Saito! Hey, you're a police officer, you should be able to get up after that! ... Hello?!" Yusuke looked between the two fighters, who were flat on their faces. Hiei's hand twitched slightly. "Ten! Since neither got up, and Hiei moved before I said ten, Hiei's the winner! Congratulations!"
Hiei twitched again, then rolled over, looking up at Yusuke's smiling face. He closed his eyes. 'God, damn happy people...' He was relaxing for a second before suddenly somebody came flying at him, screaming.
"HIEI, GET UP! YOU WON! AREN'T YOU EXCITED? ARE YOU ALIVE?! YOU ON! YOU WON, YOU WON, YOU WON!!!" Shadow paused. "Are you okay? Cuz if you're not, I'll have to carry you out of here like a baby."
Hiei's eyes snapped open instantly at that comment and he struggled to get up. Shadow grabbed his arm and yanked him into a sitting position, so hard his shoulder popped.
"Owie..." He muttered, rubbing his shoulder. "I'm okay. Even if I wasn't, I wouldn't dare go through the humiliation of having somebody carry me out of here, especially a girl somebody."
"What's wrong with girls!?"
Yusuke and Youko were watching from a short distance away, looking slightly confused. Kenshin was watching, hoping that some little thing would slip up and they would say something about loving each other so he could go up and get in Shadow's face with "I told you so"s. Unfortunately for him, that didn't happen. However...
"Nothing's wrong with girls. Just that it would ruin my pride to have a girl carrying me around," Hiei said, looking at Shadow. He saw something in her eyes that he didn't like, and a second too late, he understood. "No!" he said, staring at Shadow with horror in his eyes and waving his hands in her face. She smiled evilly.
"Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes," Shadow said, grinning. She grabbed Hiei's arm and put it around her shoulders, then put one arm under his back and the other under his legs at his knees. She lifted him up and somehow climbed out of the ring with him in her arms, laughing evilly at the look of horror on his face.
Youko and Yusuke looked at each other with identical looks of surprise and amusement before Yusuke burst out laughing. Youko couldn't help it. He started laughing too, so hard his eyes started watering and he had to sit down before he fell.
Needless to say, everybody else was staring Shadow and Hiei. Shadow was laughing so hard she could barely hold Hiei, who was nearly crying because he was so embarrassed. His cheeks and ears were bright red and burning hot, and he was covering his face, as if that would somehow keep people from seeing him. Once Shadow got inside the waiting room, she let Hiei down, and his first reaction was to explode. About ten more people in the audience spontaneously combusted. Several things in the waiting room burst into flames.
Hiei was blushing like crazy. "That was the most embarrassing thing in my life! Including every other embarrassing thing you've done around me, that topped them all off! How could you do that to me?! That was horribly evil! I can't believe you did that! How could you do that?!" His voice was strangely high-pitched. "I'm gonna hate you for eternity!"
"People who hate me can't live in my house," Shadow said. Hiei's jaw dropped.
"You'd just throw me out like that?"
"And I'd keep all your stuff, too."
"Ah! You can't do that!"
"Do you hate me?"
"I'm pretty pissed off right about now!"
"That's not hate."
Hiei muttered something under his breath, looking away. His ears and cheeks had started turning back to normal skin color. Somehow during all that, his Jagan had opened. Shadow pointed at it.
"You should cover that."
"Whatever..." Hiei muttered, pulling a white strip of fabric out of his pocket and carefully placing it over his Jagan. He was finally calmed down when Yusuke recovered from laughing and called him to the ring.
"Hiei, if you're not in the middle of a bloody murder, please come to the ring. If you must, have Shadow carry you, but please come. You need your trophy," Yusuke said. "And I hope Shadow's still alive."
Hiei glared at the door of the waiting room, annoyed at Yusuke's stupid jokes. The second he stepped out of the waiting room the crowd burst out laughing. When Shadow followed him, they laughed even harder. Twenty of them burst into flames where they sat. Hiei suddenly got an aura of flames around him, triggered by his anger. He looked up and saw Youko with a strange smile on his face and streaks on his face where tears had been.
"Okay, it seems Hiei is okay now, but as you see, Shadow is right behind him to carry him incase he falls," Yusuke said. Hiei growled and leaped into the ring.
"No. Stupid. Jokes," Hiei said coldly.
"I'm sorry Hiei. It was just so funny to see you carried by a girl," Yusuke said, his voice rising. He tried to hide a smile, but he couldn't and burst out laughing again. Hiei glared, deciding he was sick of Yusuke, and grabbed the trophy and microphone out of Yusuke's hands.
"I win. I get the trophy. My pride has been mangled by this girl. I'm going home," Hiei said into the mike. He threw the microphone at Yusuke, hitting him squarely in the head, then he carried the trophy away. Shadow tagged along after him.
"I don't see why you had to do that. Now every time anybody sees us together they'll laugh," Hiei muttered.
"Oh come on, you need to be laughed at once in a while!" Shadow said. Hiei got a look of fury on his face and before Shadow could do anything, Hiei had kicked her in the shin. She hopped halfway home holding her shin with Hiei laughing at her the whole time.
Back at the competition arena place...
"Everybody, the competition is over. We may have another one sometime, but that all depends on how much money you people are willing to fork over! Buy the autographed photos! Buy the photos taken during the competition! Buy the little plushies that look somewhat like the fighters but not really! And action figures! Oh look! We can have an auction right now!" Yusuke picked up something off the floor, which some people recognized as the shirt Hiei had been wearing. "Who will give me some money for this shirt?! It's the one Hiei was wearing! All you Hiei worshippers, bid money now!"
Kuwabara, who had recovered from a concussion, was now watching in horror as people showered Yusuke with money to buy the shredded shirt. The idiot climbed into the ring and stole the microphone out of Yusuke's hand.
"What's so great about a few shreds of fabric?! So what if they used to be a shirt and Hiei used to be wearing that shirt?! It's some shreds of fabric! Here, I'll rip up my shirt and get rich from it!!!" Kuwabara screamed. He ripped off his shirt and shredded it and started waving it around. "People, look at me! You can buy the shirt I was wearing that's now just some shredded fabric! But I wore it! Look, don't you want the shirt that I wore? I'm much better that stupid half-pint shrimp! I've got muscles!"
The audience was dead silent.
"Shut up, Kuwabara! I've got a chance to make tons of money from some Hiei worshippers! Get lost!" Yusuke hissed. "Haven't you ever heard of fanatics?"
"Fanatics are stupid. It's just some shreds of fabric..." Kuwabara muttered, sulking away with his shreds of fabric dragging on the ground behind him.
Yusuke continued his auction until he managed to get $300 out of somebody.
Stupid drunk fanatics.
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What'd you think? Please review. Somebody who reviewed my first chapter told me I should have killed Kuwabara, but I prefer not to kill people from Yu Yu Hakusho... Maybe in some other fic... Anyway, keep checking back, cuz I have some more stories and ideas and junk and stuff, so I'll keep adding my stories here. While you're waiting, visit my website and sign the guest book. Look around and stuff. Thanks!