So I'm back for chapter two.

I don't own YYH.

So... as pointed out by a reviewer, normally, Kurama wouldn't go all psycho-killer. But if he didn't, where would the story be? Do you know what would happen if he didn't? Well, here's what would happen:

He'd ask Kari again. And she'd tell him. And everything would be all fine and wonderful.

How boring.

And anyway, don't you want to see how Kurama kills Yusuke with a-

Oops, sorry. No spoilers.

But I am having a contest. If you, the reader, can correctly guess victim for the next chapter, I'll tell you whatever you want about this story. But the first person to get it right is the only person to win. And you can only have one guess.

So, here's the next chapter of "Your Horrorscope for Today". This chapter is dedicated to all the Aquarius's out there tonight. Enjoy.

Aquarius–

"Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-a-Mole 17 hours a day."

When Shiori returned home from work, Kurama took Kari's CD and started listening to the song.

Aquarius came first. "There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus. Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-a-Mole 17 hours a day."

The phrase "Whack-a-Mole" brought to mind images of rubber mallets used to hit plastic moles. So that's how Kuwabara would die – with a blow to the head.

Now, he needed a mallet.

- -

He looked in the garage later and found a hammer with a slightly rubber-like head. He wiped it off – removing his fingerprints – and slipped on a glove before touching it again.

It was getting late now, almost midnight. His mother and his sister was asleep. But that wasn't a problem – he could be quiet, if he wanted to.

He silently crept out of the house. Walking toward Kuwabara's house, he wondered how exactly he was going to do this. What would he do if they were still awake, even at this hour? It was summer, after all.

He didn't know.

But he was in luck, he saw as he got closer. All the lights were out. They were asleep.

There was a tree outside Kuwabara's window, much like his own. He climbed it expertly, in silence.

The window was open. Luck was really with Kurama tonight.

He went through the window and walked over to the bed where Kuwabara lay, sound asleep. He smiled. He was so deeply asleep, he shouldn't feel anything.

He swung the hammer down as hard as he could, right onto the top of Kuwabara's skull.

The sound of the impact was loud and sickening. Kurama jumped. As loud as it was to him, though, he doubted any human ears had picked up the noise.

But it had woken Kuwabara's cat, Eikichi. He started yowling.

Kurama had seconds to react. He could kill the cat, yes, but why bother? That would arouse more suspicion, and it was unnecessary. So instead, he set down the hammer on the floor and left the way he came.

He was out on the tree branch, crouched down, about to jump, when he heard the scream.

"Kazuma! Shut up the damn cat!"

Shizuru.

Kuwabara didn't – couldn't – respond. A light came on in the room next to Kuwabara's. Kurama froze. Would she look out the window? She'd see him.

"Kazuma, you have exactly ten seconds to shut up the cat before I shut it up permanently!"

No answer, again. She walked out into the hall – Kurama could hear her footsteps, loud and angry, clearly in the quiet house. He finally jumped down from the tree – it would be pretty easy to see him there from Kuwabara's window.

He started walking back home, a little too fast to be entirely casual, but it wasn't quite running, not yet. And then, when he was three houses down, he heard Shizuru's bloodcurdling scream.

- -

Kurama was awoken the next morning by the sound of Kari screaming.

"Kuwabara's... what?"

She was downstairs, on the phone. He tried to listen to her. What were they saying?

What did they know?

"No, I didn't know... Oh, Shizuru, I'm so sorry. I know it must be hard. I can't imagine how I'd feel if my brother was... was murdered."

Kurama sharply inhaled. The way she put it, murdered, made it feel so wrong, made him feel so guilty. He had just killed Kuwabara – his friend – in cold blood.

And he didn't care.

"With a hammer? And they left it – what an idiot! Did you check for – Oh, yeah, I guess they would. No fingerprints? Hmm..."

He tensed again. Would she make the connection? Would she figure out it was him?

"Okay, good luck with that. I'll tell my brother, don't worry. Yeah, I know it really sucks. I'm sorry." She sighed. "Tell me when you get that all figured out, okay? Stay strong." She paused, listening. "Okay, I will, too. Thanks. Bye."

She hung up the phone and started ascending the stairs. She stopped at his room and knocked.

"Come in."

She opened the door to reveal tears on her face, tears she must have been holding back on the phone for Shizuru's sake. He hadn't heard them in her voice. Even though he knew exactly what was wrong, he got up and walked over to her, pulling her close.

"Kuwabara is dead!" she sobbed into his chest. "Murdered... in his own house!"

"How did that... happen?" he asked in what he hoped was an appropriate tone.

"I don't know!" she wailed.

They continued standing like that for a few minutes. Then the phone rang.

"I'm going to go answer the phone."

Kari nodded, trying to stop her tears. She pulled away, then followed her brother when he went downstairs.

"Hello?"

"Kurama? It's Shizuru. Have you–"

He hated the way she sounded. Like she was crying, or had been crying, or was about to cry. Not like Shizuru at all.

"Yes. Kari just told me. I'm so sorry." He wondered if they would hear the lie. He wasn't sorry, not really.

"We're all going to Genkai's. To... to talk about this."

"We'll be right there," he promised.

She hung up.

"Well, Kari-chan," he said to his sister as he hung up his own phone, "apparently, we're going to Genkai's."

The small girl glanced up at him, tears still threatening to overflow. Half-smiling, she replied, "You drive."

- -

The meeting was obviously to discuss Kuwabara's murder. The attendees were Genkai, Shizuru, Kurama, Kari, Yusuke, Keiko, Yukina, Botan, and Kaitou.

"I want to know who did this," Shizuru said. "I want the name of the bastard responsible."

"Maybe it was Hiei," Keiko said after some silence.

"Sure, blame the person who's not here. Hiei would never–"

"She might be right, Yusuke," Kari interrupted. "It couldn't have been some common criminal. And who else really has the motive?"

Of course they would suspect Hiei, Kurama thought smugly. They would never suspect him.

So while the others tried to figure out how to get proof and a confession, Kurama started plotting his next kill, wondering how long he could frame Hiei...

- Kuramastrass -