Chappie-ter numero siete
The Chappie-ter with no title (suspenseful music)
Disclaimer: Oh, why must I! I.....do not..... own.....YueYueHacuscho! Yea, that's it. *Scary voice that is be the lord of disclaimers or something* Spell.....it.....right.....or.....else.....you.....die.....*Me shudders* Oh, all right. I do not own YuYu Hakusho. Boy, this realization of non- owningness is making me feel even shorter than I already am! Time for some sweet snow... *has one of those light-bulby going on and idea knowin stuff- ish ness.* Hey! Maybe I can use the sweet snow as bait to capture Hiei and make him tell me where Kurama is! Yeah, I'm sure that'll work! *Evil disclaimer voice* Shut up you worthless fool...*Me Shudders* Ya know, that does wonders for my self-esteem, thank you, but...hey! What even is your name anyway!
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Hiei sat in his room pondering. 'What was this driver's test?' he wondered. It was probably some ningen thing set up for the sole purpose of preventing his happiness. 'I shall not be denied my happiness!' he thought. He then slipped out of the window to go have some fun.
Kurama sat pondering at the kitchen table. His first paycheck had come in the mail already, a sum of 745 dollars, but his second one was way overdue. He needed that money so that they could pay their taxes and stuff like that. He was also very intriueged about this martial arts tournament that the other three did so well in.
That could serve as a 'second income' if he did win the tournament every week, or come in a ranking spot. He looked over a pamphlet that had come in the mail. It advertised the weekly competitions, and it also had the faces of the current week's winners on them! He looked over the divisions. Street Fighting martial arts- No, Yusuke and Kuwabara were in that. Swordfighting- No, Hiei was in that. He could try acrobatic martial arts, where the contestants fought with grace, not speed, and cunning, not phisical hits. He smiled. That would do very nicely.
"No, mister, You can't take my money, it belongs to me. I paid for it, so it belongs to me! You hear, mine! Mine! Hiei had chosen another unsuspecting target, and she was currently swinging upside down from a street lamp in a deserted alleyway (haven't really seen any of those in Charlotte, and I live there, but screw that.). He took her wallet and opened it. This woman was loaded! She had 75 dollars and 25 cents. He was about to stuff the wallet in his pocket when he heard a voice.
"Yo, dude, hear her cry, I mean, she's done nothin wrong and here you are takin her money like this? Come on, dude, leave her alone," Hiei turned around with a look of contempt on his face. His opponent was none other than the ASOFL dude. "You," Hiei sneered. "Um, dude? Do, like, I know you?" He asked with an expression of total cluelessness. "Go get him, son!" The lady cheered from her position on the lamp. "I'm.....like.....your.....um.....son?" He gulped. "Naw, just thought the fanfic would get a bit more dramatic," she answered. Hiei was tired of this. He slammed the ASOFL dude upside the head (man, did that feel good!), knocking him to the ground. He then walked on towards home, turning back into himself after he walked around the corner.
Yusuke was watching TV in his room. It was this show about this kid who was a spirit detective, and the lead character's name was..... Yusuke! Except he didn't look a thing like him. The TV's Yusuke had way less hair gel and was a little shorter. And they all lived in Tokyo. And the name of the show was The Playful Ghost White Paper. How tacky was that? Yusuke, being the self-centered egomaniac that he is, would never be on a show called the Playful Ghost White Paper! It would be pure humiliation! Except there was this one character that he didn't know the name of yet, who seemed kinda cool-looking, but was wierd in attitude. I mean, this was kind of sick, but it seemed like he had something for this other fighter that was clearly on the 'good guy' side of the show. (Now, readers, if this were twenty questions, I bet the first question you would ask would be something pertaining to his questionability, and yes, it is Karasu. ) Suddenly, the TV show was interrupted by an urgent news broadcast. "This is news reporter Melody. Seems Charlotte did not heed my warning after all. For the pickpocket struck again, this time, another middle aged woman but also what appears to be her young son.
There was a background image of the ASOFl dude whacking some lady around a lamp like it was a game of tetherball. "Dude-ette, I'm not your son!" He yelled at her. "Well, then," Melody said. Now we have some live footage interviewing the boy. "Yo, I'm tellin ya, that dude had, like, more eyes on him than I can count! And, like, he acted like he knew me or something..... It was creepy, yp. Also, I just wanna take some time to say yo to all my friends out there, my mom, dad, little brother billy, and my friend Hiei, yo to y'all....."
He was cut off as the camera zoomed in on a close up of Melody. "The pickpocket is out on the loose. This time, heed my warning. This has been an urgent news message. Out." Then the Playful Ghost White Paper kept playing, but not at the same time. This sucked. Yusuke turned off the TV, and sauntered downstairs. When he looked out the window, the sight astounded him.
Kuwabaka was out in their backyard chasing butterflies with his butterfly net. He then tripped over his own clumsy feet and fell flat on his face, which is pretty flat. Yusuke sweatdropped and continued downstairs. Hiei was watching this informative video for Driver's Ed. He didn't have the slightest idea how to drive, he just knew he wanted to. The current part of the video was how to start the car. Yusuke's mom was drunk every other time she got into the car, so Yusuke had to drive for her a lot.
"Alright, class, take out your children. I'm anxious to see who has failed already," The teacher announced to the class at the start of class. The ASOFL dude brought up their egg. The bad thing was, he was so beat up that you could hear bones cracking when he reached for the egg. "So...Hiei, wuz up?" He asked. "Oh, nothin, but you seem beat, man," Hiei said, putting a hand on the dude's back which caused several more bones to crack. "What happened to ya?" Hiei continued, removing the light pressure on the dude's back. "Oh, I was protectin this old lady from robbery when she told me she was my mother, and then she said I wasn't and then I got all confused, yo, ya know what I mean?" The guy answered in a big long run on sentence. "Sure, yo," Hiei said. The teacher inspected their egg. "Suprisingly, our daddy team has passed for the day," she announced. The class broke out in laughter. Hiei still didn't understand why they were laughing. The 'other daddy' was just grinning stupidly through the 15 layers of bandages that covered his face, hands, and the rest of his body. The next class was Chemistry. It was pretty cool. You could blow up stuff, and there was no annoying science teacher.
"Heh hehe he..." Hiei kinda cackled quietly to himself as he made yet another explosion. The chemistry teacher came running to him. "Mr. Hiei, Mr. Hiei, are you all right?(A/N Imagine what would happen to anyone if they called Hiei Mr. Hiei in the real show! I bet that someone would die!) That's the fourth explosion that's come from your table in this class period, and it's only five minutes into class!" "Well, I'm sorry, teacher, but I can't seem to get this right.." Hiei trailed off, and feigned innocence and total complete unknowingness (KAWAII!). The teacher seemed to buy this, and went around to other tables to 'make sure' no one else was confused. Hiei just sat back in his chair, and mixed ingredients for another explosion.
'Thank you very much for shopping at Garden Secrets. Please come again soon!" Kurama called to the couple that was just leaving with a dozen little violet plants. 'Sheesh, how can you always be so polite to everyone?" Kurama's co-worker, whose name was Ryan. "My kasaan always taught me to be nice to everyone," he replied. "Oh, well, my mom taught me to always take what you get and steal what you want," Ryan said, grinning. Kurama sweatdropped, and continued to work. He had a great idea for a plant tonic. It would combine some normal plant tonic ingredients, and a little of his youki, which would help the plants grow. Kurama continued to ponder this idea as he helped another customer.
"Kyaa!" Yusuke yelled as he gave a punch to his opponent in the martial arts tournament. This guy was tough. Really tough. So tough he had beaten Kuwabaka in 10 minutes. Really, anyone who knew his tickle spot could defeat him in less than 2 minutes, but this guy did not. Yusuke sighed as the announcer began the ten count (her name was not Koto). Yusuke grinned as he won the tournament for the 22nd consecutive week. Little did he know that his opponent may have lost, but he was not unconsious. As Yusuke turned to leave, his opponent tripped him.
A/N
So, how was chappie-ter numero siete? I may stop now for a little while, as I will be hangin with my band homie G dawgs, yo, and stuff like that. I can't help it. I speak the ASOFL dude's language, yo. Well, I gotta go, so, yo, I know, well......bye.
Clarinets, Flutes, and Sax-o-mo-phones,
It is .....I
The Chappie-ter with no title (suspenseful music)
Disclaimer: Oh, why must I! I.....do not..... own.....YueYueHacuscho! Yea, that's it. *Scary voice that is be the lord of disclaimers or something* Spell.....it.....right.....or.....else.....you.....die.....*Me shudders* Oh, all right. I do not own YuYu Hakusho. Boy, this realization of non- owningness is making me feel even shorter than I already am! Time for some sweet snow... *has one of those light-bulby going on and idea knowin stuff- ish ness.* Hey! Maybe I can use the sweet snow as bait to capture Hiei and make him tell me where Kurama is! Yeah, I'm sure that'll work! *Evil disclaimer voice* Shut up you worthless fool...*Me Shudders* Ya know, that does wonders for my self-esteem, thank you, but...hey! What even is your name anyway!
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Hiei sat in his room pondering. 'What was this driver's test?' he wondered. It was probably some ningen thing set up for the sole purpose of preventing his happiness. 'I shall not be denied my happiness!' he thought. He then slipped out of the window to go have some fun.
Kurama sat pondering at the kitchen table. His first paycheck had come in the mail already, a sum of 745 dollars, but his second one was way overdue. He needed that money so that they could pay their taxes and stuff like that. He was also very intriueged about this martial arts tournament that the other three did so well in.
That could serve as a 'second income' if he did win the tournament every week, or come in a ranking spot. He looked over a pamphlet that had come in the mail. It advertised the weekly competitions, and it also had the faces of the current week's winners on them! He looked over the divisions. Street Fighting martial arts- No, Yusuke and Kuwabara were in that. Swordfighting- No, Hiei was in that. He could try acrobatic martial arts, where the contestants fought with grace, not speed, and cunning, not phisical hits. He smiled. That would do very nicely.
"No, mister, You can't take my money, it belongs to me. I paid for it, so it belongs to me! You hear, mine! Mine! Hiei had chosen another unsuspecting target, and she was currently swinging upside down from a street lamp in a deserted alleyway (haven't really seen any of those in Charlotte, and I live there, but screw that.). He took her wallet and opened it. This woman was loaded! She had 75 dollars and 25 cents. He was about to stuff the wallet in his pocket when he heard a voice.
"Yo, dude, hear her cry, I mean, she's done nothin wrong and here you are takin her money like this? Come on, dude, leave her alone," Hiei turned around with a look of contempt on his face. His opponent was none other than the ASOFL dude. "You," Hiei sneered. "Um, dude? Do, like, I know you?" He asked with an expression of total cluelessness. "Go get him, son!" The lady cheered from her position on the lamp. "I'm.....like.....your.....um.....son?" He gulped. "Naw, just thought the fanfic would get a bit more dramatic," she answered. Hiei was tired of this. He slammed the ASOFL dude upside the head (man, did that feel good!), knocking him to the ground. He then walked on towards home, turning back into himself after he walked around the corner.
Yusuke was watching TV in his room. It was this show about this kid who was a spirit detective, and the lead character's name was..... Yusuke! Except he didn't look a thing like him. The TV's Yusuke had way less hair gel and was a little shorter. And they all lived in Tokyo. And the name of the show was The Playful Ghost White Paper. How tacky was that? Yusuke, being the self-centered egomaniac that he is, would never be on a show called the Playful Ghost White Paper! It would be pure humiliation! Except there was this one character that he didn't know the name of yet, who seemed kinda cool-looking, but was wierd in attitude. I mean, this was kind of sick, but it seemed like he had something for this other fighter that was clearly on the 'good guy' side of the show. (Now, readers, if this were twenty questions, I bet the first question you would ask would be something pertaining to his questionability, and yes, it is Karasu. ) Suddenly, the TV show was interrupted by an urgent news broadcast. "This is news reporter Melody. Seems Charlotte did not heed my warning after all. For the pickpocket struck again, this time, another middle aged woman but also what appears to be her young son.
There was a background image of the ASOFl dude whacking some lady around a lamp like it was a game of tetherball. "Dude-ette, I'm not your son!" He yelled at her. "Well, then," Melody said. Now we have some live footage interviewing the boy. "Yo, I'm tellin ya, that dude had, like, more eyes on him than I can count! And, like, he acted like he knew me or something..... It was creepy, yp. Also, I just wanna take some time to say yo to all my friends out there, my mom, dad, little brother billy, and my friend Hiei, yo to y'all....."
He was cut off as the camera zoomed in on a close up of Melody. "The pickpocket is out on the loose. This time, heed my warning. This has been an urgent news message. Out." Then the Playful Ghost White Paper kept playing, but not at the same time. This sucked. Yusuke turned off the TV, and sauntered downstairs. When he looked out the window, the sight astounded him.
Kuwabaka was out in their backyard chasing butterflies with his butterfly net. He then tripped over his own clumsy feet and fell flat on his face, which is pretty flat. Yusuke sweatdropped and continued downstairs. Hiei was watching this informative video for Driver's Ed. He didn't have the slightest idea how to drive, he just knew he wanted to. The current part of the video was how to start the car. Yusuke's mom was drunk every other time she got into the car, so Yusuke had to drive for her a lot.
"Alright, class, take out your children. I'm anxious to see who has failed already," The teacher announced to the class at the start of class. The ASOFL dude brought up their egg. The bad thing was, he was so beat up that you could hear bones cracking when he reached for the egg. "So...Hiei, wuz up?" He asked. "Oh, nothin, but you seem beat, man," Hiei said, putting a hand on the dude's back which caused several more bones to crack. "What happened to ya?" Hiei continued, removing the light pressure on the dude's back. "Oh, I was protectin this old lady from robbery when she told me she was my mother, and then she said I wasn't and then I got all confused, yo, ya know what I mean?" The guy answered in a big long run on sentence. "Sure, yo," Hiei said. The teacher inspected their egg. "Suprisingly, our daddy team has passed for the day," she announced. The class broke out in laughter. Hiei still didn't understand why they were laughing. The 'other daddy' was just grinning stupidly through the 15 layers of bandages that covered his face, hands, and the rest of his body. The next class was Chemistry. It was pretty cool. You could blow up stuff, and there was no annoying science teacher.
"Heh hehe he..." Hiei kinda cackled quietly to himself as he made yet another explosion. The chemistry teacher came running to him. "Mr. Hiei, Mr. Hiei, are you all right?(A/N Imagine what would happen to anyone if they called Hiei Mr. Hiei in the real show! I bet that someone would die!) That's the fourth explosion that's come from your table in this class period, and it's only five minutes into class!" "Well, I'm sorry, teacher, but I can't seem to get this right.." Hiei trailed off, and feigned innocence and total complete unknowingness (KAWAII!). The teacher seemed to buy this, and went around to other tables to 'make sure' no one else was confused. Hiei just sat back in his chair, and mixed ingredients for another explosion.
'Thank you very much for shopping at Garden Secrets. Please come again soon!" Kurama called to the couple that was just leaving with a dozen little violet plants. 'Sheesh, how can you always be so polite to everyone?" Kurama's co-worker, whose name was Ryan. "My kasaan always taught me to be nice to everyone," he replied. "Oh, well, my mom taught me to always take what you get and steal what you want," Ryan said, grinning. Kurama sweatdropped, and continued to work. He had a great idea for a plant tonic. It would combine some normal plant tonic ingredients, and a little of his youki, which would help the plants grow. Kurama continued to ponder this idea as he helped another customer.
"Kyaa!" Yusuke yelled as he gave a punch to his opponent in the martial arts tournament. This guy was tough. Really tough. So tough he had beaten Kuwabaka in 10 minutes. Really, anyone who knew his tickle spot could defeat him in less than 2 minutes, but this guy did not. Yusuke sighed as the announcer began the ten count (her name was not Koto). Yusuke grinned as he won the tournament for the 22nd consecutive week. Little did he know that his opponent may have lost, but he was not unconsious. As Yusuke turned to leave, his opponent tripped him.
A/N
So, how was chappie-ter numero siete? I may stop now for a little while, as I will be hangin with my band homie G dawgs, yo, and stuff like that. I can't help it. I speak the ASOFL dude's language, yo. Well, I gotta go, so, yo, I know, well......bye.
Clarinets, Flutes, and Sax-o-mo-phones,
It is .....I