FW: (has managed to save Karasu and is restricting him via chains) Well, this took longer than I'd hoped.

Hiei: Hn. Not nearly long enough.

FW: Ya know, you guys are ALWAYS insulting me. Would it KILL you to say ONE nice thing every now and then?

Yusuke: You're not an OLD hag, just a hag.

Kurama: You hold the record in lunch detentions.

Hiei: We only have to see you a few times a week.

FW: Remind me to never ask for that again. (hides from the spoiler Oku-San The Monk-sama gave) NOOOOOOOOO! Heh, just kidding. Been reading about the 3 kings stuff for years. BHS-sama… uh… well, whatever keeps you happy. But don't expect to see that on this fic! (semi-nervous smile) So now that those are out of the way, time for some fun! Youko! Come heeeereeee….

Youko: (wisely hiding)

FW: Well, I'll find him sooner or later.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho and I don't own Jaws, which I forgot to mention last chapter, or "I Believe I Can Fly", the song.

START

Because three of the members had to go to school the next day, meetings were halted until the weekend. Hiei simply did whatever he normally did, and Kuronue and Karasu hid in Kurama's closet, not really fitting in with the human world. SEPARATE closets, to be more specific.

They were both given meals twice a day, Kuronue's share considerably bigger. Thus, Karasu was often complaining loudly late at night, and Kurama was forced to listen to heavy metal music via headphones to drown him out.

So when Friday came and Shiori went on her weekend business trip, it was no surprise that Kurama was more than happy.

The four originals were at headquarters, waiting patiently for their new members to arrive. They were two hours late in counting, and Kuronue was now on his eighth can of soda, having grown very fond of the drink. "Not a good sign," Kurama thought wearily, hoping the other two would show up before Kuronue lost whatever was left of his common sense.

As if God were personally answering his prayers, the boys came to the doorstep that minute, both grinning sheepishly.

Wearily, Kurama opened the door.

Accompanying them was a dog. It was about knee-high, and was white with black spots. Before Kurama could refuse, they had all but pushed him aside, entering his house with the canine.

"What is that doing here?" The fox asked, a bit annoyed.

"Well we couldn't just leave him on the street!" Kuwabara said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And I couldn't take him home; I've got a cat!"

The redhead turned to the other arrival, Yusuke, who shrugged apologetically.

By now, the other demons had gathered around the dog, curious as to the small commotion. They had all been so bored, anything would have encouraged them to leave that kitchen.

"What is it?" Karasu asked, never having before met a human world dog.

"It's a Dalmatian!" Kuwabara stated proudly.

"Kuwabara…" Kurama frowned, looking closer at the animal in question. "A Dalmatian's spots don't move."

They all leaned forward a bit, noticing their friend was right. The black spots were shifting, and moving around completely.

Yusuke jumped back in alarm. "IT'S POSSESSED!" He yelled, eyes wide.

"No…" Kurama said, realization dawning on him. "You… you… IDIOTS, brought FLEAS, into my home!" He tried to control himself, but as if waiting for that cue, the bugs jumped from the mutt and found new homes. In the carpet, the furniture, and the boys around them.

"My hair!" Karasu screeched, scratching his scalp in horror as the black attackers nested there.

Kuronue flew to the ceiling as fast as he could, hoping to avoid them in the air, but sadly, those tiny things could JUMP.

Hiei stood there, unconcerned, having raised his body heat enough to fry any insect that touched him.

Kuwabara and Yusuke, the immature morons they were, had quickly made a song to the tune of "I Believe I Can Fly". Singing at the top of their lungs, and not very well, the house was filled with, "I've got fleas in my face… I've got fleas all over the place… I've even got fleas in my hair… I've got fleas everywhere…"

Kurama was already calling the exterminator.

And the pure white dog that had started all this? Happily, and without any fleas anymore, he trotted out the door to eat out of some poor person's trashcan.

Two hours and sixteen showers later at a public bathhouse, the six had rented an apartment room for the weekend.

"You could have just stayed at my place," Yusuke pointed out again, to which Kurama glared.

"I've seen your house."

So it went. They managed to stay relatively peaceful, until a tiny problem came up at night….

"There's two beds," Hiei stated gruffly, glancing about the small room.

"Two to a bed then, and two on the floor," Kuronue decided, doing the math easily.

Yusuke started to give a running leap to one of them, but Kurama grabbed him in mid-jump, bringing him back to Earth with a start. "You and Kuwabara will be taking the floor," he said sternly.

"WHAT?" Both yelled angrily.

"Why?" Kuwabara demanded.

"For bringing fleas into my house."

"Oh yeah…." So without further complaining, the teenagers settled onto the blue carpet.

Karasu slinked up beside the fox. "I call sharing a bed with Kurama."

Desperately, Kurama looked at Hiei. Feeling something resembling pity for his friend, Hiei settled himself into the open windowsill for the night. Quickly realizing the possibility of this, Kurama grinned and said, "That won't be necessary. You may have your own bed, while Kuronue and I share."

The bat grinned at his former partner's narrow escape, but Karasu sulked and locked himself in the bathroom.

By the time he came back out, it was past 3 am. Everyone else in the room was asleep, just as he'd planned. Keeping his wild giggles to a minimum, he crept to the two beds, moving past the first, which contained a dark haired creature with wings, towards the lighter haired, more human looking one. The one he headed to had the covers pulled up right to his closed eyes.

It was a moonless night, and difficult to see, but Karasu could read the human energy coming off him, and, very pleased with himself for his trickery, slipped under the covers next to the other boy. He had blacked out within seconds. Had he been more awake, he may have noticed key details….

A few hours later, Karasu slowly awoke, and, feeling no movement beside him, deduced the fox must still be asleep. Grinning, he opened his eyes, fully expecting to see the fair face of his crush. Not Kuwabara's drooling one.

In utter horror, the crow screamed, heard a small "click", and woke up Kuwabara, who also screamed.

Hiei, Kuronue, and Kurama stood by the window, smirking, Kurama holding a throwaway camera, the source of the "click". At the loud sounds coming from his fellow "fighters", Yusuke jerked awake from the floor, looking for the fire.

Kurama walked by his shocked friend, and horrified stalker to locate his hairbrush. "I had a suspicion you would try something like that," he started to explain. This was too good an opportunity to not gloat. "So I offered my bed to Kuwabara, who gladly accepted."

Appalled, the tallest detective turned to his friend. "How could you do something like this to me?" He demanded, clearly angry.

Kurama grinned, a little evilly. "Consider yourself forgiven for the fleas."

Yusuke was also glaring at the redhead. "You told your demon buddies, but not me?" He asked.

"Yes well, you're forgiven as well."

Seeing the "fun" about over, Kuronue strode to the door, promising to be back within the hour, just needing some breakfast. Naturally, Yusuke had wanted to go, but seeing as how his best friend had lost his appetite for valid reasons, he figured he'd be a good friend and look after him. So that left the bat alone.

He found the breakfast bar well enough, but the endless buffet of bacon, eggs, toast, waffles, cereal, apples, and, er, other stuff, wasn't what made his mouth drop open in shock. It was a silver haired boy with fox ears on his head.

"Youko?"

END CHAPTER 5

FW: Jeez, I'm really evil. Make you wait this long for a cliffhanger.

Kuwabara: (needs therapy)

Karasu: (glaring at everyone and everything)

FW: Uh, fun? And the whole fleas thing, that song was invented by my brother. That vacation we went on, the house was infested with fleas. That's where the motivation for this came from. Except WE didn't get to leave. We had to tough it out.

Youko: (points and laughs)

FW: REAL mature.

Ice Cream Truck: (drives by)

FW: ICE CREAM! (chases it) If you want to review, cool, if not, cool. And flame too, if you feel like it. I'll take it in stride!