FW: So I return once again. (tomatoe is thrown and barely misses her head) WHAT THE HEY!

Kurama: Hiei, you shouldn't waste vegetables.

Hiei: Stupid Fox. I didn't throw it.

Yusuke: Then who did?

Botan: Oh no, not HER again!

Solaluvessasuke: (jumps out of the shadows) Ha ha ha ha ha! It's a bird, it's a plane, it's SOLA!

FW: …Do you have to make it your personal business to intrude in every one of my fics?

Sola: No, I have a life! This is just fun!

Kuwabara: Really? You have a life?

Sola: Yeah! I just don't have time to live it!

FW: Could have guessed. If you don't know her, this is Solaluvessasuke, or Sola, a friend of mine, both on and offline. She comes by every now and then and basically ruins my life.

Sola: (smiles angelically)

FW: Shut up.

START

Kurama stared at the sight before him. It was far from pretty. Kuwabara and Yusuke were grappling on the floor, and Botan was playing referee. Kurama alone was still sane. Looking back, he cursed how fate had led them to this predicament.

FLASHBACK

Everything had started innocently enough. They had all gathered to learn to read music, and practice their instrument a little, not including Yusuke, who didn't have his. They were currently in Kurama's room, all standing.

"Ok," Botan beamed, holding up a music sheet she'd borrowed from Mr. Nesul. She pointed to the lowest note on the sheet, which was halfway through the last line. "This is an "E". And this," she pointed to the note in the space between the lowest and second to lowest line. "Is an "F."

"Like Kuwabara's grades," Yusuke clarified.

"Your's too!" He retaliated, aiming a punch at his best friend, who easily caught it.

"So, you just have to memorize them?" Yusuke asked, fearing the worst. To release some anger, he slowly applied pressure to the clumsy detective's fist still in his hand, reminding Kuwabara why HE was the leader. Besides, it was fun listening to his little pained noises.

"Yusuke, let go of him. You're going to break his fingers," Kurama sighed. Yusuke obeyed, and Kuwabara rubbed his reddened knuckles.

"Yes, you'll have to memorize them," Botan said, having overlooked everything that happened. Ignoring Yusuke's groan, she continued, "but there's a little trick to helping to remember!"

She struck a dramatic pose, her right hand extending to make the peace sign, and her left resting on her hip. She smiled broadly, winking, "IT'S THE FACE AND SENTENCE RULE!"

Fat sweatdrops appeared on the boys' heads as they waited for her to return to a normal stance and explain. Or fall over, as she couldn't have been well balanced standing like that.

The former happened. She took a seat on Kurama's bed, occupying it all by herself. "All the notes between the lines, from bottom to top, are named F, A, C, E. So, to remember that, SPACE spells FACE!"

"That makes sense, I guess," the fox contemplated. Tossing a glance at the Botan's other "students" and their blank expressions told him they'd be here a lot longer than he'd hoped.

Botan wasn't discouraged. She was having fun teaching, and the hopelessness in her pupils only meant she had more time. "Look," she instructed, pointing to a note on the sheet. "This is a…?"

"C?"

"R?"

"Kuwabara! Did you hear me even say "R"?"
"You said something?"

Kurama slapped his forehead in complete frustration. How could ANYONE be so stupid without trying! He left the room to get a glace of water while Botan explained the FACE again.

He returned to find them still discussing it, turned around, and left to refill his glace.

After four glasses, he rejoined his friends, as Kuwabara and Yusuke finally understood.

"All right, now for learning the line-notes. This is a bit more tricky," she warned. "The notes that are on top of a line's names are E, G, B, D, and F, starting from the bottom. So, Elvis's Guitar Broke Down Friday."

"WHAT DOES ELVIS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING!" Yusuke yelled, banging his fist on Kurama's wall, making a small crater in it, much to the owner's annoyance.

"Well, if you don't like Elvis, you can have Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge."

"I deserve fudge," Kuwabara muttered, getting a dreamy look in his eye.

"Only GOOD boys do," Kurama muttered, his headache slowly growing.

"Elvis, fudge, mind telling us WHAT THE HECK YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!"

"Oh yeah! Forgot about that part!" Botan giggled. "The first letter of every word in the sentence is the note name! See, the E starting Elvis is the lowest line-note, the G in Guitar is the next line-note, and so on!" She smiled perfectly happy.

"There are a lot of sentences! Once you get the hang of them, they're really neat! Like "Every Girl Bakes Delicious Fudge", and "Ernie Gave Bert Dead Frogs", and "Excited-"

No one listened to the rest of her sentence. Kurama had already memorized the notes, Kuwabara was spacing out, and Yusuke had his own way to remember. "Ever Giddy Botan Does…" he said, stumbling on the "F". Botan looked to him at disapproval for use of her name, but his other friends thought it was amusing. "Ever Giddy Botan does… Fly," he finished.

"Fly?" Kurama asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well she does!" Yusuke defended himself. "See you do better!"

"Gladly. Every Gangster Band Does Fail."

Yusuke nodded, acknowledging Kurama's victory. "Kuwabara?" He asked, waiting for his five-word sentence.

"Uh… Elvis's Guitar Broke Down Friday."

"You cheated," Yusuke stated.

A timer went off in the kitchen. "Oh good! Dinner's ready!" Botan jumped up, eccentrically racing to the kitchen to serve it. Whatever "it" was, no one really knew.

"Bet it's not really edible," Yusuke muttered, following Botan at a slower pace, careful to keep her out of earshot.

"Probably right," Kuwabara quickly agreed, and even the kinder fox nodded.

"…I bet I can eat more than both of you put together without throwing up," the head detective challenged.

Kurama groaned, knowing where this was headed….

"YOU'RE ON URAMESHI!"

Some things never change….

And so it went. Yusuke and Kuwabara quickly had an eating contest, despite the "Romanian meatloaf's" purple color, and the green color of their faces. Boton hadn't been willing to "let such hard work go to waste" and had several helpings herself. Kurama didn't eat any, pleading not hungry. They had all bugged him about it, but had eventually given up, leaving him to watch the events that followed.

No one really expected Botan to be a good cook, but how she managed to create a new kind of alcohol is anyone's guess. But after the third for her, fourth for the boys, helping, they all began to act… "strange".

"Oh dear God…" the only non-drunk muttered, green eyes widening as the three started singing Spice Girls hits. He was real grateful his mom was out with friends until tomorrow.

PRESENT

And basically, that's how it went. Now he was the single spectator of the wrestling match who Yusuke eventually won by punching his opponent right in the temple, knocking him out. Kurama winced. "That's going to bruise…" he thought, watching the dark haired boy cover the lump of Kuwabara for the three count. More like sixteen, because she had trouble remembering what came after two.

Hiei watched from outside, sitting on his favorite tree branch. He smirked, watching the redhead's suffering. "Stupid fox," he muttered, once again thankful that he was the fastest.

END

Sola: THAT'S IT! WRITE MORE!

FW: (reclining in a chair) Nope. I'm done for the day.

Sola: (tips the chair backwards, watching FW fall)

FW: (hits her head and blacks out upon impact)

Sola: …MUHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOW I CAN TAKE OVER!

Yusuke: (pokes FW's head) And she calls herself a fighter?

Hiei: Good. Maybe she's dead.

Kurama: She can't be hurt in this world, I doubt she could die.

Kuwabara: But if she can't be hurt, how'd she get knocked out?

Kurama: Well, you see, (starts talking all high tech)

Sola: (takes out a whip) I'm placing myself in command, and you'll all do what I say! Kurama… go out with me.

Kurama: (stops talking all high tech) WHAT!

Sola: Kuwabara, die.

Hiei: I'll take care of that myself. (unsheathes sword)

Sola: Reviewers, DON'T FLAME!

FW: (upon hearing this, her worst nightmare, she wakes up) NOOOOOOOOOOO! THEY CAN FLAME IF THEY WANT!

Sola: Darn, she woke up.

FW: (ignoring Sola) I'LL TAKE IT IN STRIDE! (pauses) AND MY HEAD HURTS!