The two boys sat in tense silence in Kuwabara's room while waiting for his father to come home. Kuwabara tried to ignore Urameshi's presence by focusing on his homework, but it wasn't easy. The thought that Urameshi, his biggest rival, was in his room kept Kuwabara from being able to concentrate well at all.
They sat in silence for so long that Kuwabara was startled when Urameshi said, "I like your mom. She's nice."
Before Kuwabara could respond, his dad's booming, "I'm home!" rang through the house. Kuwabara ran out of the room to greet him, not caring if Urameshi followed or not.
Mr. Kuwabara hugged both his children before catching sight of Urameshi hanging back in the hallway. "Hey there, little man, I was beginning to think you'd never visit," Mr. Kuwabara said.
Urameshi scowled. "I'm not little."
"Of course, my bad," Mr. Kuwabara said with a laugh. He ruffled Kuwabara's hair. "Ready to start the lesson?"
"Yes!" Kuwabara said eagerly.
The three of them went out to the backyard where they always had their lessons. Kuwabara had to admit, if only to himself, that it was kind of fun to have another boy there while his dad was teaching him how to fight.
It'd be more fun if it wasn't Urameshi.
They practiced for an hour before it was time for supper. Kuwabara was surprised by how much Urameshi ate (he asked for thirds).
You'd think his mom never cooked for him.
Once supper was done, Mr. Kuwabara volunteered to walk Urameshi home over the boy's protests. "It's too late for you to walk by yourself," Mr. Kuwabara said. "Kazuma, want to come with us?"
Kuwabara was struck with a sudden curiosity about where Urameshi lived. "Sure," Kuwabara said.
"Be back soon!" Mr. Kuwabara called as they left.
Prompt: Come on Over Part 2 (Thanks Alleluia Elizabeth!)
Words: 300