If you're a part of GreenPeace, or are a huge nature-lover, I REALLY don't mean to offend you.

This fic is STRICKLY for fun, 'kay?

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, or this fairy tale.

Little Red Riding Kurama

Once upon a time there was a boy named Little Red Riding Kurama.

Yes, his parents had drug problems, but that's another story.

Anyway, Kurama (for the sake of saving space on this page, we shall merely call him Kurama) loved his Grandma Genkai.

He always found her torturing her students, making people balance on swords, or entering various fighting competitions.

Exactly why he loved her...well, no one really knows.

But he did.

One day his mother gave him a basket of deadly plants—for his family was famous for their killer flowers—and told him to go visit his dear Grandma Genkai.

Walking happily through the woods surrounding his house, Kurama proceeded, completely oblivious to the demon watching him.

Yoko peered down at the red-headed boy. "A human." Yoko then noticed the fangirls trailing after the kid. An apparently useful human, he thought.

An idea forming, Yoko followed the human up to a small cottage.

Ahhh...

Inside the little house...

Kurama entered, and set down his basket of deadly goodies on a chair.

"Grandma Genkai?" He looked around, and saw his grandmother.

My, he thought, she looks...different.

"My, what gold eyes you have, Grandma Genkai."

"Uh, yeah. Sure. All the better to watch people suffer."

Well, that certainly sounded like Grandma Genkai.

"My, what sharp fangs you have."

"Yeah, the chicks really dig 'em." His grandmother turned, and flashed a smile at some fangirls peeping through the window.

They fainted.

Kurama frowned. "Are you gay?"

Yoko looked horrified. "Look, kid, I'm not your grandmother."

Kurama looked up at him with trusting innocent eyes.

A few cooing sounds could be heard at the window.

"Where is my grandmother?"

Yoko waved his clawed-hand absently. "I stuffed her in the supply closet. The point is, you and I are going into business together."

"You're not going to eat me?"

Yoko laughed. "Kid, I eat humans, but I'm sure not going to eat you." He pointed to the window. "You see those fangirls?" Kurama nodded. "How would you like it if I could get rid of them all?"

Kurama's eyes sparkled. "You would?"

And so Yoko went on to reveal his plan.

Exactly five minutes, twelve seconds, and three explanations later...

Kurama walked out of his grandmother's house, and yelled loudly, "ANY FANGIRLS OUT THERE? I'M LOOKING FOR A WIFE!" Immediately thousands of fangirls were on Grandma Genkai's front lawn. "Wow. That was fast."

Leading all of them inside—it was, admittedly, a tight fit—Kurama opened the supply closet to find Grandma Genkai and Yoko playing poker.

Grandma Genkai was winning.

"Yoko? I got your fangirls for you."

And so, with only a shrimp fork and a bib (that was all Genkai really had), Yoko consumed every single one of those fangirls.

"Yep," he grinned at Kurama and his grandmother. "Totally better then just eating the two of you."

And so FanGirlsMunchin' Inc. was formed.

Genkai went on to become a ruthless, multimillionaire who killed little rabbits, and the GreenPeace freaks who protected them.

Kurama and Yoko stayed in business, luring fangirls into Grandma Genkai's house—which eventually became a mansion—and eating them.

Well, Yoko ate them.

Apparently Kurama had a thing against cannibalism.

Weird.

The End

Okay, this was mostly written 'cause I had nothing to do.

Heh, sorry if it makes absolutely no sense, but wasn't it at least amusing?

(Readers glare at poor pitiful author.)

Okay...um, I guess I'll go get started on my next ficlet.

(Readers still glaring.)

Uh, bye then!