Disclaimer: I don't own YYH.

Authoress Note: Hello! I know it's not April Fool's Day yet, but I figured that if I posted this on the first there'd already be twenty other fics like this, and then I'd be less likely to get readers because there were so many. Anyway, I hope this is one of the more original of these types of fics, if others have written them, which I imagine they have. Enjoy!

Chapter One

The Wedding is OFF!

March 28th, Tokyo Suburbs. Six years after the series ended…

"Oh Urameshi, this is gonna be awesome! Imagine how funny Kurama's gonna look!" squealed Kuwabara. "He'll never know what hit him!"

"No need to compliment my perfect plan!" Yusuke said pompously, adjusting the screen of what looked like a small TV.

"Actually Urameshi, would you mind explaining it one more time? I want to know exactly what's happening when it's happening!"

"No problem," said Yusuke, sitting back in his chair. He was obviously more than happy to repeat his dastardly plan, and, in turn, show it off. "Keiko and Kurama were meeting at mine and Keiko's house today to work on the plans for the wedding. Kurama called the other day and said that he'd be getting there a few minutes sooner than Keiko, because his college was closer to our house and he was just going to go straight to our house and wait for Keiko after school. Since he'll get there first, I suspended a giant pot of baked beans above the door, and rigged it so that when the door opens, the pot will flip over and dump out on whoever is beneath it. Namely, Kurama. And, all the while, me and you will be sitting here in my neighbor's living room, watching the whole thing courtesy of Yusuke's April Fool's Day JokeVision."

"Oh Urameshi, this is gonna be SWEET!" exclaimed Kuwabara, leaning forward to look at the small screen. The prank was set up; a large metal pot was poised above the door to Yusuke and Keiko's small home, held up by a complicated-looking system of ropes and pulleys and things.

"This is just Prank One in the series of them I'm going to be playing this year. I'm getting everyone! Keiko, Botan, Kurama, Hiei, Koenma…"

"Hey, wait a minute! You'd better not be planning to play a trick on me!"

"Never, Kuwabara."

"You'd better not be lying!"

Yusuke looked saddened. "You don't trust me, do you?"

"Shut up, I hear something from the TV!" Kuwabara exclaimed, obviously avoiding answering Yusuke's question.

Indeed, someone had called the house and the answering machine picked up. Yusuke fiddled with a little dial on the side of the compact TV and the message became suddenly more audible.

"Hey! You've reached Yusuke and Keiko, who are now happily engaged! Obviously we're not here right now, so leave a message after the beep!"

"I told her to change that, it makes us sound pathetic," mumbled Yusuke.

"Sh!" ordered Kuwabara, listening carefully.

"Beep,"

"Hey, Keiko. This is Kurama. Listen, I got stuck in traffic on my way to your house, so if I'm not there when you get home, I'll be there soon. Bye."

"Oh, no! Keiko'll kill me if that stuff lands on her! But if I open the door, it'll land on me! Who will it be! Her, or me!"

Deciding to spare Yusuke of the pain of having to make such a decision, Kuwabara pointed out that Kurama was technically closer to the house, even if he was in traffic, so he'd still probably get there first. He's probably just called as a precaution.

"You're right, and if Keiko does get there first, she shouldn't be that mad. Baked beans don't stain, do they?"

"I don't think so."

Little did the boys know, baked beans do stain, and they take absolutely FOREVER to get out. Most of the time, something stained by even a little of the sauce is long-lost, let alone if a garment is completely covered in them, which is what will probably happen when a large pot of those vile beans is dumped on your head.

So the two waited for a while until they heard the faint jangle of keys from the other side of the door, followed by the sound of the key turning in the lock.

'Don't be Keiko, don't be Keiko…' Yusuke thought over and over, watching anxiously as the door began to open. A brown shoe came through the door, followed by a blue skirt and then all of a certain brown-haired, chocolate-eyed woman stepped in, carrying something that was on a hanger, covered by a white plastic protector.

"NO!" Yusuke screamed, jumping up as though he were going to run and stop the beans from falling, but it was too late. Yusuke watched, stunned, as the pot of beans teetered ominously before tipping all the way over, dumping out all of it's contents. The last bean fell with a sickening 'plop,' as Yusuke made to run for the door.

Kuwabara caught him by the forearm, holding him back. "Wait Urameshi! Maybe she won't know it's you if you don't go over there right away!"

As he said this, a bright blue and white banned unfurled from the ceiling, proclaiming brightly, 'April Fool's from Yusuke Urameshi! You should see the look on your face right now!'

The shocked, priceless look that had previously occupied Keiko's face was replaced by one of sheer, unsuppressed, horror. "YUSUKE, YOU'D BETTER START RUNNING!" roared Keiko angrily, using the hand that wasn't holding up whatever was on the hanger to wiped some of the nasty mess off her face.

Yusuke ran from the neighbor's house and out into the street, not stopping until he'd reached his own yellow house and had yanked open the door, which had closed behind Keiko. She turned around to face them, her face red with fury.

"Do you know what's on this hanger? Hm? IT'S THE WEDDING DRESS! IF ONE DROP OF THAT MESS GOT ON IT, I SWEAR!"

"Wait, didn't you pay for that on my credit card? Is it refundable?" Yusuke questioned desperately, clearly not concerned that the dress might be stained.

"The fact that my dress could be ruined is more important than your bank account, Yusuke!" she yelled, walking over the coffee table, leaving a trail of beans and sauce on the carpet as she moved. Kurama walked through the open door, which had obviously not closed behind Yusuke, and surveyed the mess before him. Stepping carefully over the bean-covered threshold, he crossed the room to where the couple was standing, Keiko beginning to remove the brown-covered plastic cover over something on a hanger.

Once the cover was all the way off, she laid it down on the table and put her face in her hands, crying softly. It was clear the white weddingdress had been pretty pre-prank, but some of the beans had come into the covering through the hole in the top that the hanger came out through, and the dress had been so long that the covering had not covered it all the way, resulting in a brown-dotted hem. The dress itself was relatively simple, a strapless gown with a soft, mesh-type fabric ruffled along the bodice until the waistline, where the skirt belled out prettily. The bodice had also been dotted with sauce and beans that had entered through the top.

Kurama winced when he saw it, laying a hand hesitantly on Keiko's shoulder since he didn't really want to get the messy beans on his hand. "Isn't it bad luck for the groom to see the dress before the wedding day?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood a bit by reminding her that she now had a superstitious excuse to get a new dress on top of the obvious one.

"It doesn't matter," Keiko sobbed, lifting her face from her hands. She looked terrible, with her bean-matted hair and poorly wiped-off face."It doesn't matter anymore, because the wedding is OFF." Beans and sauce mixed with tears as she tore her engagement ring off of her finger and through it out the open living-room window.

"I paid for that on my credit card, too!" Yusuke shouted, running for the door. Rustling was heard in the bush below the windowsill as he searched for the diamond ring he'd given Keiko. "Found it!" he declared, standing back up. "Here, Keiko, you know you didn't mean that! Here's your ring back; a simple prank-gone-wrong is no reason for us to stop loving each other!" He said this while holding the ring out to his ex-wife-to-be through the window. It was covered in the soil that had stuck to it due to the sauce from the beans.

"No, Yusuke. I've had enough of your stupid jokes! Enough, enough, ENOUGH!" she turned and ran for the bathroom, sobbing uncontrollably.

"What did you mean, 'prank-gone-wrong?'" inquired Kurama skeptically, walking toward the window. Yusuke put the ring in his pocket and hung his head, his arms limp at his sides as the fact that the love of his life had just left him took effect on him.

"You were supposed to get the beans dumped on you, but she beat you here." admitted Yusuke solemnly.

Kurama's lips tightened and he planted both hands on Yusuke's chest careful to smear the sauce that had wiped off onto him when he'd touched Keiko's shoulder. Putting his full weight behind it, he pushed Yusuke back into the bushes, then turned on his heel to go down the hallway to the bathroom door, planning on yelling consoling words to the heartbroken woman.

As Yusuke was sitting back up, clutching his ribs, Kuwabara meandered down the street.

"What'd I miss?" he asked. He was carrying the mini TV that had served as their surveillance outlet.

"Keiko dumped me and Kurama's super-pissed."

"Oh."

"What took you?"

Kuwabara smiled and pulled a chocolate-ship cookie out of his pocket. "Neighbor-lady made cookies for us. I saved you this one since you'd already left."

Yusuke took it and bit into it's gooey softness. "Thanks, Kuwabara. I needed that. But don't think I'm not going to still get you this year just because we had a little bonding moment."

"Aw, darn."


There it was! Did you like it? Review, please, and I'll add more!