Disclaimer: Let it be knownst that I OWN NOTHING, ESPECIALLY NOT YYH!

Authoress Note: Not much to be said, except that the prank Yusuke plays on Kuwabara is from real life. I'll explain better at the bottom…I don't want to give anything away.


Chapter Two

Of Bodies and Silly-String

(March 29th, Tokyo Suburbs: Six years after the series ended…)

It seemed like an average, everyday morning for Kurama as he opened his eyes and laid silently in his bed for a moment, listening to the birds' cheerful singing and the silence that prevailed inside of his apartment, which he'd rented when he'd enrolled at college instead of having a roommate in those dirty dormitories. Remembering he had to prepare for his Chemistry class at the university, the red-head sat up in bed, rubbing his temples for a moment before swinging his legs over to the side of his bed and standing, stretching toward the ceiling.

As previously mentioned, things were completely normal. Silent apartment, chattering birds. So, it was quite unexpected when he stumbled down the hall and into his bathroom, (Still only in the boxers he'd slept in…fangirls like me may swoon now…) where he opened the door, switched on the light, and looked at his reflection in the mirror as something triggered a huge arsenal of silly-string cans, which were aimed at his head level.

Once the bombardment was over, Kurama looked blankly into the mirror, still unsure of what had happened in his early morning grogginess. Blinking twice, he suddenly noticed the twenty-or-so cans hanging around the room, aimed directly at his hair. Next he noticed that his hair was almost completely hidden by mounds and mounds of silly-string in all the pastel colors it came in. His normally long, flowing tresses were covered in varying shades of light green, pink, blue, and yellow.

Not believing what he was seeing, his brain automatically blaming the occurrence on early-morning grogginess, Kurama shook his head a few times and blinked some more. His reflection didn't change, and the cans that were hanging around his head were still there.

'Who did this!' the kitsune wondered, getting angry. He started picking the awful stuff from his hair, trying to get as much out as possible. 'Wait…there's only one person who I can even consider suspecting who'd play a trick like this before April Fool's Day, and that one person is…'

"YUSUKE!" Kurama screamed. "IF THIS LITTLE TRICK-WEEK KEEPS UP, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HAVE ANY FRIENDS BY THE FIRST!"

He was pulling at the matted silly-string wig almost violently now, tiny bits of his own hair sometimes coming with the sticky string, most of which had already begun to harden on his head.

Yusuke walked into the apartment as Kurama was yanking at his hair, laughing uncontrollably. "You look so ridiculous!" he cried, doubling over. "I thought you looked stupid over my cameras, but in person you're simply priceless!"

"You'd better not have taped this, Yusuke!" Kurama yelled back. "And if you did, then I think I deserve to dispose of it myself!"

Yusuke straightened up, his peals of laughter subsiding for a moment. "Oh, no. No matter how good a friend you may be, that is one wish that I, unfortunately, cannot respect. You see, last night as I was crying myself to sleep in the Days Inn down the road, I turned on the TV, and there was this guy with weird gray hair and an ugly suit who was on a translated American show. Now, as his dubber was babbling on and on about nothing in particular, I happened to hear from the announcer that they were running a world-wide contest to see who could get the best reaction for an April-Fool's Day trick. The winner gets a million dollars. I'm going to win that million dollars, and then Keiko will be powerless to resist!"

"Yusuke, I don't think Keiko's that shallow. You really hurt her yesterday, being more concerned with your credit report than her feelings. Money isn't going to fix this."

"You stopped being mad awful quick." noted Yusuke.

"Oh, yeah. WHY DID YOU DO THAT, YOU RETARD! Any second now, man-eating plants are going to start sprouting from my-"

Before Kurama could finish his sentence, a very scary-looking plant emerged from his silly-string head covering, snapping at a fly that was buzzing around the room.

"-head." the redhead finished.

"What the-?" inquired Yusuke, looking at the evil plant with an odd expression.

"The same thing happened a few years ago, but I managed to get away from the ningens before they noticed. You see, there are three chemicals in silly-string that are also found in fertilizer, so when that stuff penetrates the seeds in my hair, they sprout out of control. And whose fault is it this time!" Kurama tone changed from exasperated to angry in a matter of milliseconds. "Yusuke, you'd better start apologizing!"

"America's Funniest Home Videos is gonna LOVE this!"


Several hours later, Yusuke had sustained over twenty bites from various violent plants as he helped Kurama pick the silly-string mess from his hair. Finally, it was all out, lying all over Kurama's bathroom floor in chunks mixed with the kitsune's own hair.

"Finally," murmured Kurama tiredly, closing his eyes for a moment. The plants started to recede, turning back into the seeds that were almost permanent residents of his hair.

"Now that that's under control, shall we watch the tape?" inquired Yusuke breezily.

"That tape will never be seen by anyone!" yelled Kurama angrily. He stalked off into his room, pulling on a shirt and pants quickly upon remembering that he hadn't had the time to change before then. "Oh great," he said, as he remembered something else that he'd been kept from due to the silly-string fiasco, "I had Chemistry and Foreign Language classes this morning."

Yusuke was sitting on Kurama's bed. A blank expression overtook his face, as though he didn't see where Kurama was coming from. "At the university? So what; you miss a day. Big deal."

"Yeah, but I've missed so much because of missions and stuff that now I need a doctor to call the school. If I don't show again, they could suspend or expel me." explained Kurama. "And, I'm not sick. What do I do?"

"The solution is simple," said Yusuke airily. "Let me call for you."

"No, you'd screw it up, and then they'd really expel me. What's more, if they find out it was you they could have you arrested for impersonating a doctor."

"How're they going to find out it was me? And either way you get expelled, so isn't it worth a shot?"

Kurama pondered this. "Well, I suppose. But screw this up and die, Yusuke. Mother is displeased with my dip in test scores as it is; she was angry enough when they dropped while I was helping Yomi. Now that I'm in college, her wrath is even worse."

Yusuke picked the phone up from it's cradle on Kurama's nightstand. "Don't worry, I've done this a million times. What's the number?"

"It's number seven on speed-dial."

"'Kay." Yusuke pressed the speed-dial button and then seven, then put the phone to his ear and waited.

"Kamekura University, Seika speaking." came the answer of a calm-sounding young secretary.

Yusuke scrunched up his face and started to talk, though the voice that came wasn't Yusuke's at all. It was way deeper, more official, authoritative, doctorly,and to top it off…responsible-sounding. Kurama's jaw dropped as he listened to his friend speak.

"Yes, this is Dr. Yamura speaking, I have a patient here; Minamino Shuichi? He's a student at your college, and he has a terrible case of laryngitis."

"Hold on a second, I need to bring up his file real quick." there was rapid typing heard in the background, and then the girl came back on. "Yes, we have a Minamino Shuichi on file. He was absent for his two classes this morning, and it's two hours after the last one ended. Why didn't you call sooner?"

"Well, you see, my appointments were booked up until a little while ago, and I could have rushed his appointment if I'd known how bad the case was, but that Shuichi's a trooper, eh? He said it wasn't that bad and had me hold off 'till my other patients were taken care of. Anyway, on to business. I put Shuichi on some antibiotics and he should be well enough to come to school tomorrow, because the contagious period will be over. He just won't be able to say much."

"That's okay, tell Mr. Minamino that he can stay out as long as he needs to, since his absence is excused due to illness. It was a pleasure speaking to you, Dr. Yamura. Tell Shuichi to get well soon."

"Will do. Have a nice day, Seika."

"Bye."

"Bye-bye."

Yusuke hung up. Kurama still hadn't righted his jaw.

"What was that?" he asked, his eyes wide. "That was amazing! If your post as spirit detective doesn't work out, you should seriously consider becoming a voice actor! That was awesome! You sounded responsible!"

Yusuke looked odd. "Wait, are you suggesting I'm not responsible?"


It was evening, and Kuwabara was out having fun at a bar in the city, talking to a few of his old school buddies, whom he hadn't seen in a while. It was at this time when Yusuke entered, pale-faced and desperate-looking.

"Kuwabara, I need to talk to you out in the parking lot. Alone."

"Okay, sure Urameshi. What's got you so pale?"

"Just c'mon." Yusuke looked freaked-out and quite grave at the same time.

"Hey guys, I'll be back, okay?"

"Sure, Kuwabara!" came one's gleeful reply.

Kuwabara followed Yusuke out into the parking lot, taking note of how stiffly his friend was walking, and how hunched his shoulders were. Yusuke led his friend to his car, pulling out his keys and opening the trunk. Inside was a motionless, dark figure wrapped in blue tarp.

"It was an accident, I swear! He was dressed dark…it's so late…he's so young! What parent would let their kid out so late…oh, what do I do Kuwabara!" Yusuke was starting to get desperate, his voice was cracking realistically.

"Oh my god, Urameshi! What did you do?"

"I was just driving, and then he ran out in front of me! It was an accident, I swear it!"

Kuwabara took a deep breath. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do," he began, taking charge of the delicate situation, "help me get him to my house. I have a couple shovels, we'll bury him in my backyard, then go to the bar, have a couple drinks, and think about this, okay? No one will ever have to know."

The color had drained from Kuwabara's face, and he looked quite scared indeed. It was at this fragile moment in time when Yusuke started laughing.

"Oh no!" thought Kuwabara, looking at his friend in an alarmed manner. "Yusuke's gone crazy from the guilt of killing an innocent little kid on accident! What do I do now!"

"Er, Yusuke," he said uneasily, laying a hand on his friend's shoulder. "it was an accident, and accidents happen. You don't have to go crazy, it's all right. No one has to know."

Kuwabara's reassurances were met with fresh peals of unsuppressed laughter. Yusuke was now doubled-over, laughing hysterically.

"Kuwabara, it's a joke!" Yusuke managed to choke out.

"WHAT? Urameshi!" Kuwabara reached out and ripped back the tarp. Lying in the trunk was a dead pig. Though it was certainly an unpleasant sight, it was far from the unpleasantness of the sight of the body of a little kid in your best friend's trunk.

"OH MY GOD URAMESHI, YOU KILLED A POOR PIGGY!"

"No, Kuwabara! I was dropping it off at a friend's house because they're having a pig roast. I was just borrowing it to play this awesome joke on you! Oh, this is gonna win that contest, I know it!" Yusuke was still laughing so hard, it was wracking his whole body, and his breathing was labored.

Kuwabara blinked, absorbing this new information. When it fully sunk in, he jumped into a stiffer stance and started yelling random things at Yusuke about how bad a friend he was to scare him like that.

"You're gonna pay, Urameshi!" vowed Kuwabara angrily, throwing the tarp back over the pig. "You will!"

"Sure, Kuwabara, sure. Your face was just priceless, though!"

Kuwabara, made even more agitated by this comment, stomped back off into the bar, where he sulked around by the bar, much to the confusion of his friends, considering he'd been fine before he'd gone outside.

"Maybe Urameshi beat him up. They used to be enemies, right?" whispered one behind his hand to another.

"Maybe, but wouldn't he look all messed up?"

"Good point."

"Oh well. We'll never know what goes on in Kuwabara's head, will we?"

"Nope."


How was it? By the way, the pig in the trunk thing really happened. My dad's best friend got my dad with it. Anyway, review please!