Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Strange Chatroom ❯ Chapter 3

Sorry for the wait guys but I've been spacing out for the past couple of days. Now shall we get on with the story.

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HumanRuler: like…

Brownhairedbeauty: like who

HumanRuler: like me

Short&Sweet: Hey

Eowyn85: we're just playin wit ya he isn't going to

Brownhairedbeauty: really

Eowyn85: no he wouldn't and he's not a loser hes kinda cute

Splashy-sploosh: I have a ?

Eowyn85: I may have an answer

Breezy-fairy: what is it

Splashy-sploosh: why do they call them buffalo wings if buffalo don't have wings

Zorrita: lol

Brownhairedbeauty: and I thought kuwabara was bad

Demonhunter has entered the room

Dark-Heart666 has entered the room

Mrs.Sesshomaru: hey there dark heart what ya doin

Dark-Heart666: what does it look like

Zorrita: so when do I get to meet u dark heart

Dark-Heart666: why

DemonHunter: hey beauty whats up

Zorrita: cause I need to know who the cops need to chase incase anything happens

Dark-Heart666: I think I might like u

Brownhairedbeauty: nothing hey tell me where r u right now

DemonHunter: I'm in the computer lab sitting by Hiei y

Brownhairedbeauty: no reason

DemonHunter: come on u need to trust me a little more

Mrs.Sesshomaru: to late for that 1

Zorrita: what happened

Dark-Heart666: u may not want to know

Zorrita: u didn't

Before the two could answer they were all caught and sent to detention. When they got to the room believe it or not Kurama was sitting at a desk with his hands folded on the desk.

"wait a minute Kurama you're in detention!" yusuke asked his jaw almost to the ground.

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Kurama in detention but he's such a good little boy oh and what went on between Rae and Hiei. I guess we'll all find out later because at the moment not even I know.

Well I know this chapter was short but it's late and I'm tired so I'm going to hit the sack or the hay which ever one comes to me first well nite