Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Pimp Juice ❯ Numba One: ( Chapter 1 )

Numba One

The Bet

~" I know you wanna put yo' feet on my rug, dotcha?"

It was around 11:25 in the morning and Kurama was sleeping in. The sun was already high in the sky, the birds were wide-awake and twittering, there was a warm breeze, and someone was throwing rocks at Kurama's window. What? Small pebbles hit the window leaving little marks. But those didn't seem to coax the fox outta of his cozy bed. He only turned over on his side and continued to drift about in his wonderland. Meanwhile, the girl who was throwing the stones, was getting pretty frustrated.

"What kind of person doesn't hear that!" she snarled under her breath. It was time to take drastic measures. There was only one thing left to do…

Find. Bigger. Rocks.

She scouted around her vicinity and found three rocks. One the size of a doorknob, the other a water bottle cab, and the third the size of a nickel. She took the smooth stone in one hand, pulled back like she was going to throw a Frisbee (sorta, not really), and set the rock flying into the widow. She gasped as it shattered a hole through the window.

"Ooooooooo shit!" she whimpered and started going hysterical. This had finally grabbed the attention of Kurama and Youko.

<"You should kill what ever it is."> Youko said with a heavy growl.

<"I'll deal with it my way."> Kurama retorted wishing no more from his alter ego. He opened the broken window and leaned on the seal.

"You know you could have just come to the front door." he called down to the girl. She stopped and sighed.

"So you ain't mad?" she called back up at him. He shook his head and smiled.

"No." she sighed again and started resuming her normal self. "So what honor do I owe for your presence here and breaking my window, Yoko my good friend?" Yes, her name was also Yoko. But it was no big deal since (1) Youko Kurama is inside Shuichi and (2) She's a chick.

"Don't play smart wit me Shuichi-chan! I didn't come to yo' doe cuz I don't think your momma likes me." she gave a kinda sheepish smile.

"Maybe that's because you break my windows!" he laughed and she gave him the finger.

"What'd I tell yous? Don't be smart wit me!"

"I can't help it!" he laughed again.

"Bitch, why'd you always gotta have the last word?" he ignored her and left his window to change into something more comfortable.

"Eyyyyyy! I ain't finished talkin' to ya!" she whined and yelled at the same time. When he didn't come back to the window she yelled "Bitch!" and went to his front door where his mother opened it.

"Why he-ro Yoko-chan!" she greeted her son's American friend with a big smile. Her accent as thick as syrup.

"Konichiwa Shiroi-kun!" Yoko tried her best. See, Yoko's mom was African America and grew up in New York. When she was around…18 or 19 or so she met Yoko's father, Kaneda. They got married and had Kagetora, Tyrell, Maleek, Yoko, and the youngest by 6, Michiko. Now you know!!!!! [On Mike's super short show! Sorry…]

"Come have a sit!" Shiroi said pulling a chair out at the kitchen table.

"Thank you. Will Shuichi be down soon?" Yoko asked rubbing her hands together.

"I think so…" she looked around the corner and Kurama popped up giving his mom a small hug. They spoke a little in Japanese in which Yoko understood.

"So, what was it that you needed so desperately from me?" he asked taking a sit across from her. She took a breath.

"Ok. See, this it how it went down. I was hangin' with Tyrell and his dawgs when his boo's crew came up. Her names Yumi. Yumi's little brother, Shuichi, was all messing around wit me cuz I know he things I'm hot. But he's like a friggin 3rd and I'm in high school and I don't do dat kinda stuff." She took a break and looked over at Kurama. It didn't seem like he was quit following since he had his "concentration" face on. Which was basically an eyebrow up and his mouth kinda open and his eyes fixed directly on Yoko. This usually only happened when she was talking.

"Bitch, it's only like threes seconds into the story!" he still looked at her kinda strangely.

<"The brown girl makes no sense Shuichi. Kill her. Her talking is making my ears bled."> Youko whined.

<"Yours aren't the only ones.">

"Ok forget everything I just said! I was talkin' to a friend of mine who knows you and she made a bet with me cuz she knows that I know you and that I need some bread. Uh…money. So she said that if I can turn you into something by Sunday night, and if it's good, she'll give me 200 American dolla's"

"O, I see. I'll do it for you Yoko!" he said with a smile.

<"Moron! You don't even know what it is!"> Youko growled inside Shuichi's head.

<"Live a little! It can't be harmful!"> Youko only growled a little more. In a matter of days Shuichi would deeply regret saying yes. * Dramatic Music *