Hello This is part four out of this eight part fic...if I told you earlier it was seven...I was wrong hehe...I looked back over it and noticed I splited it up in certain parts ; so it's actually eight parts! In this one, you get to take a look in Kuwa's head and it gives you clues as to what might be wrong with everyones...or should be everyones (gives death glares to those who hate Kuwa-chan!) fav and lovable Kuwa-chan! . I know...I'm obsessed with him, so sue me ...please don't. Anyway, I'm soo glad that you guys are liking this story and I'm glad thta I had already written this whole thing out, because I'm feeling sick right now and my brain is sooo screwed up right now I can't think straight, let a lone try and write a story . So luck you all are that this was already done! So enjoy it!

Disclamier: I do not own YYH or anything related to the show.

Part 4

Kuwabara stared up at the ceiling and sighed. He took out the fake ear ring. Kuwabara was really going to get one, but chickened out at the last second. That had earned him a huge headache. Kuwabara set the clip-on on the table and lay back down.

His hand found its way to his once orange curls, now blue-ish green hair. He stared at the strand that was between his thumb and forefinger. Kuwabara really didn't want to color his hair. It was an accident really. All he really wanted was for them to notice him, so he was going to dye his hair blonde or something. He figured if it didn't work out, he would at least see what he would have been as a blond.

After he followed the instructions, he found out that you're not supposed to actually try and bleach your hair blond if you have orange hair. He still didn't know who would make a warning that said: Do Not Try on Naturally Orange Hair in size 2 font on the bottom of the box. He still didn't understand how it turned blue with green streaks.

The only thing Kuwabara really did was buy all black cloths that he bought at a gothic store. Who knew there was one just a few blocks from his house? He sure didn't know until he walked by it and saw a cool Metallica shirt in the window. ((A/N I'm not saying they're for Goths, I think they are cool .))

Kuwabara closed his eyes.

'What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like this?' his head felt like it was going to explode if he kept thinking about it.

"And what's with this fucking headache!" he shouted.

Kuwabara got out of his bed and went to the bathroom. He dug through the medicine cabinet and gulped down two Advils, dry. He didn't want to go to the kitchen. He really didn't want to face his sister. He didn't know what he'd say to her. He really didn't know what was going on with him, and it did scare him.

Kuwabara splashed water into his face and looked at him self in the mirror.

"What the he#ll is wrong with you Kazuma?" he asked himself out loud.

He looked at his reflection, hoping he might get some kind of clue to why he did this.

Kuwabara sighed. "This is pointless. I need some more air."

Kuwabara walked out of the bathroom and to the door.

"Kazuma? Where are you going! It's Midnight." shouts Shizuru from the kitchen.

"For some air!" he shouts back. Before she could answer back, he walked out, slamming the door behind him.

It's offical...I must be sick, cause my throat hurts and that's what my mom and little brother had not only three weeks ago...dmn my immune system is good if it took me three weeks to get what they had! Now I'm going to go eat since I was sleeping before this...and then go back to bed . Don't worry, I'll still trying and update this . Bye! Read and review please!