For making you wait so long here's another chapter. See? Another! I do good? Puppy eyes

By the way, I didn't do a disclaimer last time so here's one for this chapter and the one I forgot.

DISCLAIMER: yeah. I created YYH then decided to write fanfiction about it cause no one would except my new scripts. Bastards.

Recap: He turned. Hiei screamed.

Yusuke definitely wasn't what Keiko was expecting. He appeared to be some horrible mixture of punk and nerd she'd never heard of before (and coincidently had never been documented). His hair was sleeked back, bringing to Keiko's mind a McDonalds, He had a thin mustache over his lip a small invasion of acne, and worst of all(really it was bad) a thick pair of green dime store glasses. At this point the checkered Vans on his feet, black nail polish, and skull cross bone tie couldn't make up for the monstrosity that was those glasses. It could in no way be considered a bold fashion statement. It was obviously the product of cheap parents and bad eye sight.

But of course no one wants to here about bad fashion choice. Behind Keiko Kurama stood trying to calm down a distraught Hiei.

"It's okay Hiei. He can't hurt you." Kurama reminded him. Patting him on the head. Then quickly removing it.

"But there so ugly! It's like elephant man, only Michael Jackson doesn't own his skeleton!" Kurama nodded distractedly, cradling his bleeding hand. "We've been through this before Hiei," Kurama began still mourning the fact that, quite frankly, he'd probably never get to run his fingers through the boy's hair if it hurt so damn much! "Yusuke's glasses can't hurt you. You're bigger than them!" Kurama enthused. You try reasoning with a crazy, kinda, Goth. Ain't easy.

Now, Mr. Chibi had stood idly by through this (partly because he was afraid they'd squish him if he objected, but mostly because he's lazy that way) but he'd noticed that today was TUESDAY! Around this time magical workers from the state would pop up to make sure that Mr. Chibi was on his medication and not violating his parole. So he reached over to his secret place under his desk where his brother the keebler elf hid his tree and did his secret 'cookie' dealings and where Snap, Crackle and Pop, well… snapped crackled and popped. Besides these weird residents, Mr. Chibi's desk also contained a 'secret' button where if pushed did something distracting. That got peoples attention. So he pushed it. And something distracting happened and all the kids looked his way. 'cause it was so distracting. Biatch. Then for unknown reasons they sat at their desks and waited for class to begin.

Now, because Mr. Chibi is so short, he had to sit on a stack of books that could have been in the library, after all they were classics. But instead his little half-elf butt and shoes perched themselves on them instead. And because (as I said before) this school sucks monkey the kids had to steal books from Mr. Chibi's pile to straighten out their desks. Which basically resulted in them only being able to see the top of his head. In the very center (among worn, erotic paperbacks bought at supermarkets and an impossible amount of Coke cans) Mr. Chibi's desk( a weighed down piece of wood on a couple of cinder blocks) was the most battered composition notebook you'll probably ever see. Then again, you probably won't notice it. After all, many a "talented" student had passed through Amy Fischer Junior High and had viewed the desk as the most sought after canvas. Many a declaration of love (K+T4eva) and witty little poems ( Chibi, Chibi had a prick, the tiniest dk no girl would lick) scarred the 'desk'. But Chibi ignored the taunts and idiotic vows and instead turned back to his lesson. Honorable teacher he is.

Mr. Chibi flipped to random page, (history) held his arms wide open (you know, like in that song? By Creed? The Christian rock guys? Come on! Everyone picks on them!) and began his sermon. I mean lesson. Right. Lesson. I'll go with that.

"Four scores and seven years ago, I had a dream, that a story (that nobody gave a damn about after the sixties ((but apparently Stephen King loved it!)) up until it became a movie and was cool) about short hairy men like me, and a tall handsome mysterious guy would speak Klingon and look for an engagement ring so they could Marry the chick with the white beard (you know the one with the crystal ball with the eye in it Solomon or something?) who hosted all those mud wrestling contests with ugly deformed chicks called 'orcs'. And then the goblins lost all their money to a kid with a scar and because of that everyone was depressed and they all lived in crappy trailers where they ate biscuits and gravy and read too much Nancy Drew- "

This might have gone on, really it probably would have, this guy had a lot of time in rehab, except the distracting thing doesn't last all that long. Not since the kids started building up immunity to it. Keiko, the first to shake it off (surprising since this her first day ((thought I forgot didn't you))) decide to complain about the lesson. 'Cause she has nothing better to do.

"Where are you getting all this from? Why don't we have textbooks too? Were you high when you wrote this! Blah blah blah…"

Of course it's understandable that Mr. Chibi would be upset by this. No one was supposed to know about his secret stash! He kept it very well hidden! (The in the Whitman's sugar free candy box hidden in one of the cinder blocks. ((Everyone went for the non- sugar free one. There was nothing important in their. Just his life insurance.))) But of course he couldn't kill a student. Not again. So he pulled the oldest trick in the book. Lunch. What? You thought that was for us?

"Oops. It seems class must be cut short, once again, so we may all participate in the sacred ritual of gorging ourselves until we puke. Toodaloo!"

He then ran out the space where the door once occupied. He was pretty fast for a guy with stubs for legs.

Botan raised her head from her arms and looked around. "We don't have a clock." She told them. She then pointed. They all turned to look. True to her word, their was nothing but a plate nailed to the wall with literal hands painted on it. Yusuke stood.

"Oh goodey! Lunches! I'm starving! Let's go to Joes!"

Not surprisingly they ignored him. Nobody pays attention to the punk poser nerd thing. It's against the law. And everyone loves a good shoot 'em up anyway.

Kurama was probably the first to voice a truly thought provoking question.

"Where the hell are we supposed to eat any way?" This wasn't a stupid question really. He had of course been to this school before. So he should no where the cafeteria was. The problem of course is that there's no one to prepare the food. They all left claiming that the kitchen was haunted (Kurama still felt bad about letting Hiei have sugar that day)

Kuwabara stood, Ecstatic at the chance to finally prove his worth.

"I know what to do!"

"The ROOF?" Botan asked. Glancing up at the sky. Its purple vastness glittered back at her. She blanched and flipped it off. How dare it be kind. The Sky had a similar thought path. Only it was more, 'what's that &$ PROBLEM! I was just trying to be nice.' Thus it began its attack plan on 'the blue haired &$'.

"Yeah!" Kuwabara exclaimed. "Everyone goes up here during lunch!"

Simultaneously everyone glanced around. They were of course the only ones up there.

"In what country exactly do they practice this?" Kurama asked finally.

"Hollywood. Duh!" Kuwabara grinned, pleased with the fact that he finally knew something Kurama didn't.

"Well, they do say art imitates life." Kurama said finally. Effectively ignoring Kuwabara's tone.

"Who's though?" Hiei wondered. He never of course noticed the expressions of incredibility, he rarely showed signs of higher thinking after all, he just stared up at the clouds. The weirdest expression on his face.

Kurama finally recovered, he was the first actually. Smart Hiei is a hell of a lot harder getting used to than any 'super distracting device' no point in hurting his brain trying to solve an unsolvable mystery though, so with a lot of coaxing (Bribes and blackmail) the rest were brought back from Wonderland. Sad. The rabbit was just going to sew there mouths' shut too. We could continue to mourn the loss of mutilation by hare, but more interesting things are about to happen. I think. Far, far, below, (about four yards really) a flock of rampid rat like flying nuances took off (pigeons) a really, I mean really, over the top pink car (it had no top, if it helps. I'm not the greatest with cars) peeled down the road. Well, it kind of bumped actually. And would probably hurt if the damned thing had a roof. But it didn't, so the occupants only had to worry about going deaf and being thrown bodily from the rip-your- eyes-out- pink car. All of them it just so happened were singing. If you could call it that. You might. If you were tone deaf or something. Maybe they were screaming. I'm not really sure at this point.

Of course a bright pink, bouncing, screaming car is far more fascinating then a roof and conversation about how life represents itself. So everyone jumped down from the roof (coincidently, they prayed the whole way down. Not sure why. Maybe there really religious or something.Hmmm…) and ran out to the road. They would have continued on from their but the landing hurt like hell (The guards posted around the perimeter with guns didn't really have that much to do with it. Really.) Hiei on the other hand, continued standing their. Mostly 'cause he hadn't yet realized what was going on. And partly because of depth. Not height. Depth. Height goes up. Depth goes down. You do the math. Don't laugh. He's short. Any short guy not afraid of falling has got balls. Figuratively. Hiei definitely had them literally (something Kurama would be crying tears of joy about if he'd heard.) Figuratively though, he was a real Nancy. That, and Kurama had forgotten to help him down! Kurama never forgot about him! (If Hiei had known just how true this statement was…well, I don't know. Does he seem like the type to be upset by that?) So he just watched them all pile on to the road. In front of the cars bouncing path. Idiots. Hiei glanced back up at the sky.

"They're plotting something." He noted. Glaring directly at the clouds.