Yes, it's been a while, I know. I won't bore you with excuses – it's time we, myself included, accept the fact that I tend to vanish from time to time. I wish I could be more consistent for you, I really do. Please forgive me, oh loyal readers who I adore.

Thanks for all the help with the names, and the suggestions, too. (Sorry, I don't watch Yugi-oh, although it was a neat idea.) I noticed recently that the marks I put in the divide the sections/pov changes aren't showing up. I don't like that. It interferes with my chaotic sense of neatness and overall wa. What chap divider marks will work? Anyone know?

I feel kind of stupid saying this, but I don't understand your suggestion, Rokane Ree-san. Can you explain it to me, please?

I've been reading really wonderful Gundam Wing and Weiss Kruez yaoi lately. Mmmm mmm good. That's not really, essential, but I just felt like mentioning it. Rambling is fun. I'm listening to a .hacksoundtrack, so I'm in an odd mood anyway.

Warnings: This is yaoi. I own nothing. Contrary to popular belief, the moon is, in fact, made of cheese and one day it will fall from the sky and crush us all. Have a nice day.

"Stupid...don't know why she had to go and hit me so hard...ain't my fault...didn't know they were over there...wasn't staring..." Still mumbling grouchily to himself, Ranma Saotome pillowed his head atop his arms and silently cursed the fact that he was actually going to have to try to stay awake during class because of the off-chance his fiancé may have given him a not-so-slight concussion. "Stupid...ugly...tomboy..."

"You want to repeat that a little louder, Ranma?" The dark haired girl next to him asked with a falsely-sweet smile as meanwhile she broke the pencil in her hand in two by use of only her thumb.

He knew he should just shut up and let matters remain as they were.

But that wasn't a very entertaining option, and besides, his name was still sullied by her accusations. He sat up and attempted to ignore the pounding in his head as he glared angrily at the girl. "I was not staring at those girls, you dumb as a brick, hairy-legged cow." He snarled.

He had been the only one. A few weeks ago, a sensation had passed through the entire school as not one, but five stunningly beautiful girls transferred into the school from the Juuban area. Most of the guys now spent their days pining away after the five beauties, and most of the girls refused to speak so much as one cordial word to them. As for Ranma, he ignored them unless the situation demanded otherwise; he had enough problems with the so-called "fairer sex," after all.

Akane's eyes widened at the harsher-than usual insults and she began to grow red in the face. "Why, I never...! If I'm so horrible, Ranma, then why not switch to one of your other fiancées, then, huh?" She demanded. "After all, they're all so much cuter than me, anyway, aren't they?"

"Well, now that you mention it..." Ukyo mused from her perch atop her desk, pausing to take a bite of the breakfast she had brought that morning that smelled so good Ranma was still deciding if he should risk the wrath of Akane by going to her and asking to try it. "We actually are cuter." She agreed with a smile, motioning with her chopsticks. "I mean, there's really no point in denying it."

"Was I speaking to you?" Akane demanded.

Ukyo raised her eyebrows. "So tell me, Akane-chan, why is it you feel so inadequate as a woman that you have to continually suspect and mistrust my dear Ranma-honey?"

The braided boy groaned softly under his breath and buried his head in his hands. "Ucchan, I told you to stop reading that book! I got 'Psychology for Dummies' for you as a joke! A JOKE!" Kami, he was going to catch no end of hell for this one.

Akane leapt to her feet and picked up her desk, lifting it up above her head as Ukyo merely watched her, calmly finishing off the too-good smelling breakfast and intentionally giving the sign that she saw her rival as no threat whatsoever. This, of course, only infuriated Akane even more, to the point which she began to shake.

Ranma stood, holding up his hands. "Come on, there's no need to fight over something so stupid!" He began, cutting off as he received dual glares.

"Who's stupid?" They demanded simultaneously.

Unfortunately for everyone, the teacher walked in as Akane threw the desk – not at Ukyo, but at Ranma, and Ranma dodged the desk, and though it didn't hit the pitiable, underpaid educator walking through the door that just happened to be behind the rather luckless martial artist, it did manage to whiz by close enough to take his toupee with it.

Akane's eyes grew to precisely the size of saucers, and her mouth formed a small little o before she gasped and quickly covered it with both her hands.

"Sorry bout that, Mr. Tako – it's my fault." Ranma said quickly. "I was just..." He trailed off as, behind the steadily redder and redder teacher there walked through the door two boys he had never seen before. Two boys with strange ki that made him almost want to cower with the sheer amount of it. Almost, but not quite. Ranma Saotome did not cower.

The first was a boy with long red hair and striking eyes of green, everything about him from the way the school uniform fit him to the way he brushed bangs from his eyes as he surveyed the room critically, shouting grace and elegance. Ranma literally thought he heard one huge, collective gasp come up from the female (and a surprisingly large amount of the male) population of the classroom. Ranma thought he himself might have been part of that collective sigh, but couldn't be sure.

Frankly, he didn't really want to know.

The second boy who came in, holding the toupee and examining it curiously, was also stunningly pretty and graceful, however; those things weren't really as noticeable in him as they were in the first lad. His long, silky black hair was pulled back into a messy tail and he wore a black bandana despite school dress code rules, along with a black, furry belt around his waist. No, what was striking about this boy was his air of confidence and sheer toughness. Ranma found himself trapped, staring, as the boy turned large, chocolate brown eyes on him.

Another sigh went through the room.

"Mr. Saotome, are you even listening to me?"

He tore his eyes from the darker boy's slow smirk to stare dumbly at the teacher.

"Huh? Whattdya want?"

"Make that two months of detention before and after school, Saotome."

"Sure, if you wanna see me that much. But I gotta, warn you – I'm already engaged, so don't get too attached."

"Saotome!" What followed was a series of insults and threats that Ranma had had no idea teachers were allowed to say. The pigtailed boy found himself staring even after the bad words had finally trailed off. "Go get the damn desk!" The man finally roared.

It took a few moments for Ranma to dislodge it from the hallway wall, but eventually all were seated properly and a semblance of order had returned to the classroom – all but for the fact of the two strangers and the teacher's missing hairpiece, which the dark one was still playing with.

"Take out your homework." Mr. Tako snarled as a few moments passed by in which everyone stared at him.

Ukyo was the first to manage to speak, although the attempt wasn't really as successful as she might have wished. "Who...who..."

Tako spun, and actually seemed momentarily surprised to find the two boys standing behind him. The dark haired one waved with the hand holding the toupee as a small, barely noticeable smile turned up the corners of the redhead's mouth.

"Oh...right. You two. Class, we have two new students with us today." He announced unenthusiastically, snatching his hair away as the boy attempted to make it into some sort of hand puppet. "Maybe if you'd stop scaring people away with your violence they'd stop sending all of the new kids to me..." He grumbled under his breath, forcing the toupee back onto his head. He cleared his throat and continued with a scowl. "This is Shuichi Minamino and Yusuke Urameshi." He informed them before turning to the new boys. "There's a seat in the corner, and one in the back."

The redhead smiled as he placed a hand on his companion's shoulder. "If you don't mind, we would prefer to sit together. Isn't that correct, Yusuke?"

"Yeah. So do some rearranging. Now."

"Please, Yusuke. You mustn't forget to say please." Yusuke rolled his eyes over to look at his friend and merely growled. The redhead laughed lightly and squeezed his shoulder before dropping his hand. "I am sure it can be accommodated, can it not? A simple request, really." He offered logically.

"Anybody want to move?" Tako demanded, too exasperated to attempt to argue.

Hands rose up around the room and the redhead, clearly pleased, chose two desks in the very front of the classroom, despite his companion's objections.

Tako slammed a fist onto his desk to regain the students' attention. "Homework!" He roared.

Hiei stopped trying to count the grains of salt in the shaker when he reached four million. Sighing, he forced the shaker away from him and tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling. Counting things had begun to lose the element of distraction it had promised when he had begun by trying to see how many hairs there were on his head.

He stared at the small bumps on the ceiling until they formed strange pictures and he began to see spots. Only then did he roll his eyes down to the clock on the wall, cursing quietly as he saw that a mere twenty minutes had passed since the last time he had checked, and there were still hours of waiting before his lovers would return home and...entertain him.

The salt and pepper shakers were made in the forms of small, chubby sumo wrestlers, smiling broadly as they feasted messily on drumsticks, corn on the cob, and pie, grease trailing down their faces and arms in a surprisingly realistic manner. They were horribly ugly things – Kurama had thought it was hilarious when he gave the set to Hiei as a gag gift a few Christmases ago when he had still been trying to convince the smaller demon that the human world was a good and worthy place to live. That had been back before they were living together, and long before Yusuke had joined them. For some reason Hiei had found he couldn't throw away the revolting little men – and neither could he keep them in their box. When he had agreed at last to share a human-style house with Kurama and they had moved in together, the shakers had been the first thing he had unpacked. Kurama had laughed for hours – until he realized that Hiei had every intention of actually putting them on display and using them.

To this day they still argued about them. Occasionally, Kurama would hide them and replace them with more attractive shakers, but Hiei always found them eventually. Last time he had thoroughly trashed his fox's replacements. It had been a while since Kurama had attempted that again, actually.

Sighing, Hiei shook out some pepper into his hand and shifted through it until he had separated the tiny grains. "One...two...three..."

"What a waste of time!" Yusuke complained, slamming a third carton of milk onto his lunch tray and shooting a glare over his shoulder at Kurama. He turned back around before his lover could see the glare melt into a soft smile – he would never admit it out loud, but he was actually having a bit of fun. Surrounded by strangers, he and Kurama were a complete mystery everyone wanted to know about. He hadn't failed to notice the way eyes followed him and his fellow demon, and he found that he liked the attention.

It was always amusing to see the kind of response Kurama got out of people who weren't used to his elegant, almost unsettlingly perfect presence. Amusing because there weren't very many people who met him and didn't want him, and those people would never have a chance of touching him because he belonged to Yusuke and Hiei.

Yes, Yusuke liked showing off his boyfriend.

He couldn't wait for his classmates to find out that there was more to their relationship than friendship – and judging by how many times the fox had already pulled him into a janitor's closet, abandoned classroom, or bathroom stall, he doubted it would be long before delicious rumors started. Not to mention how often the redhead let his hand lingeringly brush his rear or back, or all the times he had leaned forward to tuck stray bangs behind Yusuke's ear while they talked. Kurama was accustomed to doing all of these things whenever he wished – in public or in private (although in private he tended to take it a little farther) but Yusuke was still pleasantly surprised that Kurama didn't intend to hide their relationship as he had previously assumed he would.

"You think Hiei's okay by himself?" He asked, avoiding looking at his lover for fear of ravishing him in the middle of the lunchroom. That was a bit too extravagant a gesture of affection, even for the insatiable fox. He froze as Kurama's hand reached past him to snag the last brownie out from under the nose of a girl in a boy's uniform and place it on Yusuke's tray.

"Oh, I am positive he his finding some way to keep himself entertained." Kurama answered, breath on Yusuke's neck. His hand dropped to rest on the neko's waist as he led him toward the register, grabbing himself a bottle of fruit juice on the way. "Training, sharpening his weapons, frightening small children...he probably barely realizes that we are gone. Here, I will pay for us both today." He slid past Yusuke, body brushing Yususke's back as he moved to hand some money to the waiting lunch lady. Hiei had made them both lunch, but somehow the brown bags had been...lost. Hiei was a wonderful cook, but Kurama refused to be seen carrying something as inelegant as a paper bag of food.

Yusuke glared as they began to walk toward the tables, looking for a seat. "Cut it out." He growled quietly as Kurama's hand brushed him once more.

Kurama raised his eyebrows but refused to look at him. "Whatever are you talking about, my dear?"

"You know. And if you don't stop, I might just attack you right here and now. In front of everyone. I know you don't want that – neither you nor Hiei likes letting humans see that we can feel affection, too, and you know it."

"So many eyes on you, Yusuke. I cannot keep my hands away." He whispered heatedly, making Yusuke shiver.

"Kurama..."

"Hey, Urameshi and Minamino! You guys lookin' for a seat?"

They looked up simultaneously in the direction of the voice calling to them, and Yusuke found his gaze met with a pair of intelligent and challenging blue gray eyes belonging to a boy with black hair pulled back in a pigtail. He wasn't the one who had called – that came from a group two tables over – but it was to this boy's table which he headed, Kurama following behind him.

The girl Kurama had stolen the brownie from was just taking a seat, shooting them a glare and loudly complaining about certain rude people who couldn't wait their turns in line. A girl with short, dark hair sat at the table was well. There were a few other boys and girls scattered around, mostly unremarkable. The most remarkable thing about the table, really, was the way the girls, with the exception of the one in the boy's uniform, sat on one side of the other and the boys on the other. Yusuke offered the pigtailed boy his best smirk.

"Room for two more?"

"Not really."

"No? Looks like it." And he sat, comfortable in resuming his role as schoolyard bully and smiling cheekily at Kurama's mildly disapproving frown as the redhead took a seat across from him. Yusuke opened one of his milk cartons and drank it down in one easy swig. He licked his lips happily, giving his lover a small wink as he turned toward the pigtailed boy.

"Yusuke Urameshi. And you are...?"

"He's Ranma. Ranma Saotome." A girl supplied quickly, fluttering her eyelashes and preceding to introduce first herself and then everyone else. Yusuke pointedly ignored her, reaching forward to tug the boy's pigtail.

"Well, Saotome, I noticed you staring in class, and I wanna' let you know that I don't appreciate it." He took a large bite out of his tuna sandwich and quickly ran through all the ways in which he could quickly establish himself as a force to be reckoned with. "We're not gonna' have a problem, are we?"

The boy's lips turned up in a sneer. "Not unless you wanna' cause it. I can't say that'd be too smart of decision if you do."

Yusuke laughed and opened up his second carton of milk, choking as he felt Kurama's foot brush against his thigh under the table.

"Are you all right?" one of the girls asked.

"The kitten is just a little too eager for his milk." Kurama smiled. Yusuke shot him an angry glare, which he only responded to by calmly brushing his hair over his shoulder and brushing Yusuke's leg with his foot again. "Really, I must apologize for him. Yusuke enjoys inciting a reaction in people, isn't that right, my dear? He means no harm by it. But really, Saotome-san, your manners are not very good. It is easy to see how someone could be offended."

"How long have you and Yusuke been friends, Shuichi-kun?" The girl who had been introduced as Akane Tendo asked, obviously attempting to change the subject. "Are you related?"

"No, we - "

"Don't call him that." Yusuke interrupted, clearing his throat.

"Really now, that is my name, after all. It's quite all right."

"No it's not. Call him Kurama."

Kurama smiled lightly and took a delicate, unexplainably sensual bite of his food. Yusuke refused to look at him.

"You guys fight?" Ranma asked abruptly.

"Each other? No."

"We get along fairly well." Kurama agreed with another smile, holding Yusuke's eyes for a long moment.

"No, I mean, are you martial artists?"

Yusuke snorted and Kurama chuckled lightly.

"Something like that." Yusuke answered finally.

"You any good?"

This time, Yusuke couldn't help but to laugh.

To Be Continued

Um, there's really no point to this particular crossover; it's just something to happen to pass the time until the really important things begin to happen. I guess there's really no need to mention that this part features the wonderful characters of Ranma ½; I think most people have at least heard of it. Um, sorry is Ranma seems a little ooc, I think I wrote him (and everyone else from his world) a little too aggressive, but it kind of just...er...happened. Also, I know about the little chibi teacher of his who steals power from people through the holes in yen but I didn't feel like dealing with her, so I left her out.