Author's Note: Laugh all you want; my friend Matoko-chan inspired me to write this story when she found out I had carved Kurama's name into an ungodly amount of soap bars (For some reason, my grandma left us a closet full of soap bars ((or rather, she left us everything in her house, including an entire closet full of just bars of soap)) in her will. And that was a lot of soap. Must've been at least 200 bars; I swear, my great-grandchildren will have soap. Let them have soap!) But anyway, Matoko pointed out that somewhere, in the realm of anime, Kurama was probably feeling really, really clean (kidding, obviously) so that's where our story comes in. (Although, we managed to pawn all of the soap off on my uncle. No more soap until he croaks, and then I'll inherit all the unused soap again. ;)

Neko was sitting on the edge of her grandma's old bathtub, while her mother rambled. "You know, your grandma had a problem with shopping, when she liked something she'd buy mass quantities of it and never-"
Neko looked up to see why her mother had stopped talking. "What?"

"Come look at all the soap."

Neko got up and looked into the closet. "That's a lot of soap."

Sure enough, the entire bathroom closet was piled with box upon box of small bars of soap.

"My great-grandchildren will have soap," Neko said at random.

"Well, pick up a box and start moving it," Neko's mother said, taking a soapbox.

Later that night, with nothing better to do, Neko had taken a pair of sharp scissors and begun to carve Kurama's name into all of the bars of soap one by one, (Don't ask why, I just felt like it.) when her friend Matoko called.

"Hey," Neko answered, "I'm carving Kurama's name into a bar of soap."

"That could be some kind of voodoo or something."

"How so?"

"Kurama'd probably be somewhere out in the Dark Tournament right now, and then all of a sudden he's like 'I suddenly feel really CLEAN.' "

Neko laughed. "Yeh, Kurama's probably got all kinds of voodoo on him, if my weird habits mean anything."

Somewhere in the anime universe…

"Yusuke…"

"Yeah, Kurama?" Yusuke glanced backward at Kurama, standing next to him on the side of the Dark Tournament ring.

"For some reason, I suddenly feel very CLEAN…"

OWARI