Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, and I probably never will. (Sobs) This is such a cruel world.

I also don't own Jumanji, from which I've taken a line. (Can you guess which one?)

And I also don't own Britney Spears. (Snorts) Like I'd wanna.

Someone recently informed me that I haven't been including disclaimers, and I would profoundly like to apologize to anyone who might have been offended.

(Silence)

Anyone?

(Still silence)

Well, I'm glad that's over with.

Chapter #6

Turning sharply and concealing himself behind a gift shop, Kurama sighed in relief.

Finally, he'd lost them.

I should hurry, he thought to himself, and get over to the hotel. The others will have gotten there by now.

"Hey Kurama!" Lee, popping out from behind an over-priced vase, chirped. "What're you doing here? If you don't get some shut eye, you'll never make it through tomorrow's scuba lesson." He paused, and watched Kurama's face pale. "What's that sound?"

A rumbling in the distance steadily grew louder.

"Oh no," Kurama whispered.

Cries of: "The hair! I want the hair!" and "Mine! He's mine I tell ya!" could be heard through the thin walls of the small shop.

Grabbing Lee by the scruff of his neck, Kurama bolted through the back door, his eyes wide in horror. "Run! It's a STAMPEDE!"

Back at the hotel, the gang deals with a grumpy mother and an annoying psychic...



"Awww..." Yuske grinned down at the small pregnant fire/ice demon, and cooed, "Isn't he just adorable when he's fat?"

"Shut up," Hiei growled. Then he shoved a handful of ice cream in his mouth. Then he took a bite of pickle. And then a few spoonfuls of hot sauce. Through a full mouth, he grumbled, "'S no' my faul' da stupid 'uman did dis oo me."

Kuwabara stopped reading Botan's mind long enough to give Hiei a puzzled look, and grunt, "Huh?"

Swallowing, he repeated, "It's not my fault the stupid human did this to me."

"Oh," Kuwabara nodded. Then he faced Botan. "Do you really think Kurama and Hiei are hotter then me?"

Flushing with embarrassment, she snapped, "Stop reading my mind, unless you have a death wish!"

Kuwabara shrugged. "Whatever." Then he giggled. "Boy, wait 'til you guys find out what she thinks of Koenma."

Koenma, showing up at the sound of his name, announced, "I have come to a conclusion." When the others had focused their full attention on him—and Botan had stopped trying to strangle Kuwabara—he continued. "Whoever...uh, did this to Hiei was probably the one to make Kuwabara psychic."

Yuske rolled his eyes. "Well, duh. How does that help us?"

"I haven't gotten to that part yet." Koenma cleared his throat. "You see, both occurrences happened just outside the cheese factory. So logic states that we should go check that place out."

"We're going to a cheese factory?" Hiei snarled through a mouthful of peanuts, pizza, and mangoes. "How random is this trip gonna get?" Suddenly, his eyes bugged out, and he quickly stood. "Aaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"What's your problem?" Botan snapped.

"It kicked me!" Hiei screeched. He pointed at his belly. "I'LL KILL IT!!!" He picked up his sword, and looked down at his tummy.

Sword.

Tummy.

Sword.

Tummy.

Throwing the blade down, he screamed, "Crap!" And went back to eating his sushi and popcorn. Everyone else sweatdropped.

At the Museum of Natural and Not-So-Natural History...



Kurama kept his hand tightly over the tiny magic tour guide's mouth.

He was huddled under a grass skirt display, inside a museum, listening to the security guard sing along to Britney Spears.

Pure and simple torture.

"Don't you know I still believe that you will be here, and give me a siiiiiiign! BABY HIT ME ONE MORE TIME!" Dancing past Kurama and Lee, the guard turned a corner.

"Gods, I wish I could," Kurama mumbled.

Tucking Lee under his arm, he rounded corners, ducked under security tape, and made his way to the exit.

Opening the door, he made his mistake.

He let go of Lee's mouth.

"Hey Kurama! What's going on? You know all those girls are completely going to ruin our vacation. As your tour guide, I demand that you do something about those sick and twisted girls right this moment!"

Kurama cringed as that all-too-familiar rumbling in the distance started up.

"Oh dear."

Don't ask me how I know the lyrics to that song. My cousin's a fanatic, and since she's older has supreme power over me. That's all I can say.

The next chapter will be a bit more to the actual plot of the story, I promise.

Well, maybe. ; )