Since I enjoyed writing The Tale of Cinder-Hiei so much, I've decided to do a whole bunch of little ficlets. Have fun!

Snow-Kurama

Once upon a time there was a beautiful boy. Now, when you think about it, that does sound a little odd, but it's true.

Snow-Kurama was the prettiest one in the land (of the boys, that is), and had the best hair (of both genders).

It is said that when he was born, his mother was eating a doughnut and stabbed herself.

With the doughnut.

Please don't ask us how, we really can't figure that one out either.

Anyway, when she saw that green apple filling, the white creamy icing, and her blood, she wished that when her child was born she would have beautiful red hair, gleaming white skin, and wise green eyes.

Well...she kind of got her wish.

Except it was a boy.

Yep, and he was named Snow-Kurama.

Now, as you can imagine, with so many fangirls out there, Snow-Kurama had a tough time doing what he wanted to do.

Which was kill people with thorns.

Once again, don't ask. This was a very odd family.

But that's not all the trouble that Snow-Kurama had to put up with, oh no. In a forgotten supply closet, deep within the castle there lived an evil witch.

An evil ugly witch.

An evil ugly witch who had serious mental problems.

His name was Kuwabara.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall," he said one day, "who is the hottest of them all?"

"Snow-Kurama," the mirror replied cheerfully.

"HOLY CRAP! MY MIRROR IS TALKING!"

"Well, you did ask me a question," the mirror sniffed disdainfully, "and I answered it truthfully."

"So Snow-Kurama really is hotter then me?" Kuwabara growled.

"Uh..." the mirror thought. No one had asked it's opinion before, it wanted to make sure all of it's answers were well thought out. "Yeah, he's pretty much the prettiest."

But by then Kuwabara had went off to plan Snow-Kurama's demise.

The next day...

Snow-Kurama had been visiting his fangirls. His mother had ordered it, saying that kindness was a needed virtue in leadership.

So he needed to be nice to the girls who obsessed over him.

All seven hundred of them (there were usually more, but thanks to a national war...well, Snow-Kurama had a lot less girls to entertain).

Anyway, he was visiting his fangirls when Snow-Kurama heard a knocking on the door.

Since all seven hundred of his fangirls had gone off to buy posters with his face on them, Snow-Kurama took it upon himself to go open the door.

And there was a little old lady, only... ...it was a guy.

"Hello, my dear," said the cross-dresser kindly. "Would you like to try on one of my corsets?"

Snow-Kurama sweatdropped. "Uh, not really—"

But before he could properly protest, the hag had fastened the thing around his middle. And by the time Snow-Kurama had gotten a good look at the cross-dresser's face, he passed out.

He awoke to seven hundred girls fighting over who got to give him mouth-to- mouth. One of the girls was holding onto his corset.

Snow-Kurama sighed.

Being beautiful was a curse.

After Kuwabara had figured out that Snow-Kurama wasn't dead...

Snow-Kurama sighed.

Someone was at the door again, and his fangirls were out writing annoying fanfics about him.

Opening the door to find that it was the same red-headed cross-dresser, Snow-Kurama took a step back.

"Oh dear," the cross-dresser laid a hand on Snow-Kurama's shoulder. This scared him more then the fact that last time this guy had tried to kill him. "I'm sooo sorry about the corset; it was—uh—defective. Yeah, that's it. Anyway, here's a comb to show how truly sorry I am."

"Look, I really appreciate the gesture, but—"

And then the guy stuck the thing in Snow-Kurama's hair.

Feeling dizzy, Snow-Kurama passed out.

Again.

And then he awoke to his fangirls, and their fighting.

Again.

Realizing something had to be done, Snow-Kurama started with the planning...

When Kuwabara realized once again that Snow-Kurama wasn't dead...

Snow-Kurama grinned at the sound of the knock on the door.

Opening it to find the cross-dressing-killer, Snow-Kurama smiled sweetly. "How may I help you?"

Kuwabara held up his poisoned apple. "Would you like to try—?"

"Of course!" Grabbing the apple, and slamming the door in his face, Snow- Kurama held up the apple and beamed. "OH GIRLS!" he called.

Suddenly the seven hundred fangirls were at his side.

"Yes Kurama?" they chorused.

"Would any of you ladies like an apple?"

Snow-Kurama mentally counted down in his head.

Three, two, one...

"ME!!!!"

So the war began.

Blond fought against brunettes fought against short fought against tall fought against beautiful fought against ugly...

And so the great war of the fangirls had started.

And ended very, very quickly.

When the last two fangirls had strangled each other to death, Snow-Kurama smiled, pocketed his apple, and went home.

On the way to his room, he made a quick stop by Kuwabara's room.

"Kuwabara?" Kuwabara, in deep conversation with his mirror, didn't even look up.

"What?"

"Would you like an apple?"

The End

It may surprise you to know that the battle of the fangirls was base on a real war.

Yep, I'm one of the sole survivers.

Any suggestions for other fairytale/YYH fics?