10/12/21 AN: Guess I still am blinded. I added a little to chapter 1, made it a little smoother, and put in the origion of the "Days Since Yusuke Punched A Customer" sign. I went back and ready everything again, for kicks and giggles and found mistakes. Again. Ugh.

8/22/21 AN: I went back and edited the old chapters. Was I blind? There were so many mistakes! Anyways. I've been reading nightwalker3's stories again, and Not Always Right, so inspiration struck again.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, it is the property of Yoshihiro Togashi. I do not own any stories on Not Always Right.

. . .

Kurama was making his weekly visit. He and Yusuke were idly talking when the phone rang. Yusuke answered with his standard greeting.

"Hello, I'd like a large order of today's special and a side order of edamame, and some really hot tea."

"Yeah, I don't deliver."

"I don't want it delivered."

"Well, I don't usually take pre-orders, but its slow, so I guess I can. When are you coming to pick it up?"

"I'm not picking it up."

Yusuke bit back a few choice words. Why were customers so stupid? "Then who is picking it up?"

"No one is picking up my order."

Yusuke's eyebrow twitched. "Then how are you supposed to get your food?"

"I want you to send it through the phone."

Yusuke pulled the phone away from his ear to stare at it in disbelief.

"And I want to pay cash."

Yusuke put the phone back to his ear. "When I get your cash payment through the phone I'll send your food through the phone." He hung up.

Kurama smiled at his ramen, highly amused at Yusuke's disgruntled mutterings.

. . .

Yusuke gave the woman her total. She took out her purse and dumped a ton of change onto the counter. Yusuke looked at the coins then up to the woman.

"Yeah, I'm not taking all that."

"Its legal money, you have to take it."

Yusuke snorted. "I can refuse any sale I want, for any reason."

The woman pounded her fist on the table. "Its money! You have to take it!"

Yusuke folded his arms and stared at her. She screamed, picked up a hand full of coins, and threw them at Yusuke. Not a single one hit him.

"Lady, you dropped your change."

She screamed again and left.

Yusuke laughed.

. . .

"I'd like two chicken rolls, and three eel rolls."

Yusuke raised an eyebrow. "What?"

The customer snorted. "Are you stupid? Two chicken rolls and three eel rolls."

"I don't have any rolls here. Only noodles."

"You are stupid. I want sushi rolls!"

"I don't have sushi. Only ramen.

"I demand you make me sushi!"

"No. Get out."

The guy gaped at him. "I'm the customer! You can't treat me like this!"

"Get. Out."

The customer folded his arms. "Make me."

Yusuke grinned. "If you insist!" He came around the counter, grabbed the guy, and shoved him out of the store.

. . .

Yusuke watched the customer come in the store. He squinted at the menu before looking at Yusuke and speaking in a foreign langue.

Yusuke shrugged. "I don't understand."

The customer frowned and spoke some more.

"Yeah, still don't get it."

The customer glared at Yusuke. "Why don't you speak Cantonese?"

"Because I'm Japanese?" Yusuke tone clearly implied that he thought the customer was an idiot.

"That's stupid."

"I don't care what you think."

The customer opened his mouth to start yelling again.

Yusuke cut him off. "Get out."

The guy squinted at Yusuke, flipped him off and left. Yusuke debated about punching the guy, but decided to let it go. Kuwabara and Kurama would be here soon, and he really didn't need any more grief about beating up customers.

. . .

Yusuke glanced at the clock longingly. He had one hour and seven minutes to go before it was closing time. There were only a handful of people at the tables. Almost all of his closing tasks were done. He just had to wait.

One customer who had been eating finally finished eating and came up to the counter. "Hey, that was some really good ramen."

Yusuke grinned. "Thanks."

"You know what would go great with it? Sake."

Yusuke laughed. "Yeah, I agree."

He expected the man to walk away, but he didn't. The guy stared at him. "You need something?'

"Yeah, sake."

Yusuke pointed across the street. "You can get some over there."

"I don't want to go over there. I want sake from here."

"Well, I ain't got sake."

"I want sake!" The man stopped his foot.

"Tough." Yusuke crossed his arms.

"I know you have it! You have to sell it to me!" the guy yelled.

"Even if we sold it, there still wouldn't be any left because I'd drink it because I have to deal with idiots like you all day!"

The guy was apparently really insulted by that comment.

He tried to take a swing at Yusuke. He easily dodged.

Yusuke spared a second to glance at the 'Days Since Yusuke Punched A Customer' sign. He was three days away from a new record. Ah well. Some people just needed a punch to the face.

After throwing the guy out of the shop Yusuke changed the 15 to 0.

. . .

Every so often Keiko and Kuwabara's visits would overlap. On this particular day it was busy so Keiko slipped behind the counter to take orders while Yusuke made them. Very few people stayed in the shop, most orders were carry-out.

It was only the three of them- Kuwabara still eating, Keiko sorting money at the register, Yusuke cleaning at the stove- when a man walked in.

He walked right up to Keiko. He flashed a knife at her and spoke to her in a low voice. "Open the register and give me all the money."

Kuwabara choked a little, trying to hold back a laugh. Yusuke seemed not to have heard the guy at all.

Keiko looked at the man. "I don't have the keys." She raised her voice a little bit. "Yusuke, can you open the register? This man wants the money from it."

Yusuke didn't turn around and was clearly focused on trying to eradicate that stupid spot from existence. "What, like he got the wrong change?"

Keiko looked the man right in the eyes. "Oh, no. He wants to rob us."

The man flushed, turned pale, and the fled.

Kuwabara burst out laughing. Keiko laughed as well, very pleased with herself.

Yusuke finally turned around. "What's so funny?"

Keiko and Kuwabara only laughed harder.