Disclaimer Update! I still don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. Why, you ask? Let's
just say that I blame it on the walrus.
Once Harry's breathing had returned to normal after the table encounter,
(the table won), he wandered upstairs to find Yuusuke. "What did Ron mean
about teaching him English? I understand him just fine!"
But Harry didn't find Yuusuke. He found Hiei. Who didn't look particularly happy to be found. Hiei was being stalked by Kurama. He would have said something about this, if not for the fact that Hiei was glaring at him as though wishing his untimely demise. That and the fact that Kurama had just pounced and was basically the only thing keeping Hiei from killing Harry himself.
Harry, doing his best ignore the giggles, moans, curses and other sounds that could prove catastrophic to his sanity, did the macho thing. He turned on his heel and ran off down the corridor, conveniently blocked out the entire incident.
Luckily, Harry stumbled upon Yuusuke in the kitchen, eating one of the few desserts to be found. "What language are you speaking?" He demanded,stomping his foot. "English, right?"
Yuusuke snorted, putting down whatever dessert he had been eating. "Yeah, like I stayed in school long enough to learn English. I'm lucky I can read."
Harry's already frazzled brain couldn't quite cope with this new information. It hastily put up a "Back in Five Minutes" sign and departed. The last thing Harry heard as he blacked out was "And the stupid scar takes effect yet again."
Harry was prodded back to consciousness by Mrs. Weasley's foot. "Don't lie on the kitchen floor, Harry. It's only been lceaned twice today." She wandered off to tend to the soup pots, which were trying to master a particularly complex four-part Italian aria.
Yuusuke peered at him from atop a freezer. "Geez, that lady's scary! I thought she was going to run you over with that killer vacuum cleaner of hers."
The vacuum cleaner rumbled from its corner. Yuusuke retreated further back on the freezer. "And it doesn't help she doesn't speak Japanese. I asked for a glass of water earlier and she boxed my ears and gave me a dustrag." He shook his head, perplexed.
Harry stood up, wobbling slightly. "I don't speak Japanese!"
Yuusuke shrugged. "Whatever."
"Dinner's ready!" Called a voice from the dining room, and Harry was crushed by the sudden flood of apparating wizards. "Sorry, old chap!" Apologized an extremely large wizard in a lime green leisure suit as he extracted Harry from his leg fat. Yuusuke watched in amazement as wizard after wizard crammed into the dining room. Somehow, through some bend in the space-time fabric, they all fit. Harry, fighting his way through the surging tide of blubber, called up to Yuusuke: "I suppose you'd rather eat in the kitchen?"
Yuusuke only nodded as the largest wizard of all squeezed his way through the door and sat in an occupied seat, landing with the force of a medium- sized H bomb. A brief, strangled scream and the sickening crunch of bones confirmed the fate of the chair's previous occupant.
Spring into action as the house elves began to serve, Harry froze a house elf, grabbed the four plates it was carrying, and bounded back towards Yuusuke. The house elf gave a brief squawk before being trampled by its cohorts.
"Here," Harry panted, handing Yuusuke three plates, "We'll save these 2 for Hiei and Kurama when they show up." Yuusuke was only able to stare, the aftershock of seeing Harry actually do something temporarily frying his brain.
"Harry?" Yuusuke managed finally. He was cut off by a metal utensil shoved in the general direction of his face.
"Spork?" Harry offered. Yuusuke eyed it suspiciously as Harry began to eat.
"No chopsticks?" Yuusuke asked, eyeing the spork with distaste. Harry shook his head, sending stew everywhere.
"Get used to it."
Yuusuke gave a sigh, picked up the spork, and awkwardly began to eat. Kurama and Hiei walked in, attracted by the smell of food, took one look at Yuusuke's failing battles with Western utensils, and gave identical smirks. The walked towards Harry and Yuusuke, mocking him as they pulled out pairs of chopsticks, picked up bowls and began to eat. Yuusuke glared at them and slurped loudly, just to make a point. Harry chose this moment to begin mocking Yuusuke.
Ron peered in worried, as the quartet, arguing in Japanese, took turns shoving Harry's face into a bowl of steaming stew. "What a wanker." He sighed, before diving into the dining room to fight the masses for his dinner.
But Harry didn't find Yuusuke. He found Hiei. Who didn't look particularly happy to be found. Hiei was being stalked by Kurama. He would have said something about this, if not for the fact that Hiei was glaring at him as though wishing his untimely demise. That and the fact that Kurama had just pounced and was basically the only thing keeping Hiei from killing Harry himself.
Harry, doing his best ignore the giggles, moans, curses and other sounds that could prove catastrophic to his sanity, did the macho thing. He turned on his heel and ran off down the corridor, conveniently blocked out the entire incident.
Luckily, Harry stumbled upon Yuusuke in the kitchen, eating one of the few desserts to be found. "What language are you speaking?" He demanded,stomping his foot. "English, right?"
Yuusuke snorted, putting down whatever dessert he had been eating. "Yeah, like I stayed in school long enough to learn English. I'm lucky I can read."
Harry's already frazzled brain couldn't quite cope with this new information. It hastily put up a "Back in Five Minutes" sign and departed. The last thing Harry heard as he blacked out was "And the stupid scar takes effect yet again."
Harry was prodded back to consciousness by Mrs. Weasley's foot. "Don't lie on the kitchen floor, Harry. It's only been lceaned twice today." She wandered off to tend to the soup pots, which were trying to master a particularly complex four-part Italian aria.
Yuusuke peered at him from atop a freezer. "Geez, that lady's scary! I thought she was going to run you over with that killer vacuum cleaner of hers."
The vacuum cleaner rumbled from its corner. Yuusuke retreated further back on the freezer. "And it doesn't help she doesn't speak Japanese. I asked for a glass of water earlier and she boxed my ears and gave me a dustrag." He shook his head, perplexed.
Harry stood up, wobbling slightly. "I don't speak Japanese!"
Yuusuke shrugged. "Whatever."
"Dinner's ready!" Called a voice from the dining room, and Harry was crushed by the sudden flood of apparating wizards. "Sorry, old chap!" Apologized an extremely large wizard in a lime green leisure suit as he extracted Harry from his leg fat. Yuusuke watched in amazement as wizard after wizard crammed into the dining room. Somehow, through some bend in the space-time fabric, they all fit. Harry, fighting his way through the surging tide of blubber, called up to Yuusuke: "I suppose you'd rather eat in the kitchen?"
Yuusuke only nodded as the largest wizard of all squeezed his way through the door and sat in an occupied seat, landing with the force of a medium- sized H bomb. A brief, strangled scream and the sickening crunch of bones confirmed the fate of the chair's previous occupant.
Spring into action as the house elves began to serve, Harry froze a house elf, grabbed the four plates it was carrying, and bounded back towards Yuusuke. The house elf gave a brief squawk before being trampled by its cohorts.
"Here," Harry panted, handing Yuusuke three plates, "We'll save these 2 for Hiei and Kurama when they show up." Yuusuke was only able to stare, the aftershock of seeing Harry actually do something temporarily frying his brain.
"Harry?" Yuusuke managed finally. He was cut off by a metal utensil shoved in the general direction of his face.
"Spork?" Harry offered. Yuusuke eyed it suspiciously as Harry began to eat.
"No chopsticks?" Yuusuke asked, eyeing the spork with distaste. Harry shook his head, sending stew everywhere.
"Get used to it."
Yuusuke gave a sigh, picked up the spork, and awkwardly began to eat. Kurama and Hiei walked in, attracted by the smell of food, took one look at Yuusuke's failing battles with Western utensils, and gave identical smirks. The walked towards Harry and Yuusuke, mocking him as they pulled out pairs of chopsticks, picked up bowls and began to eat. Yuusuke glared at them and slurped loudly, just to make a point. Harry chose this moment to begin mocking Yuusuke.
Ron peered in worried, as the quartet, arguing in Japanese, took turns shoving Harry's face into a bowl of steaming stew. "What a wanker." He sighed, before diving into the dining room to fight the masses for his dinner.