Kurama lost it...
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
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It was a quiet day at the Minamino residence. Kurama was alone. Shiori had gone to the mall and wouldn't be back for sometime.
"Bwhahaha!" Kurama ran up the steps and into his room, or rather the door to his room. "Itai! Damn door! You dare...not be....open?"
The door did nothing, just being its door-y little self.
"Oh, so you won't even apologize?" He punched the door. "Itai! BAKA DOOR!" Kurama backed up and ran at the door, and just as he was about to make contact, the door slowly creaked open a few inches.
"Uh oh!" Kurama was unable to stop and flew into the room, tripped over a book, and flew out the open window.
People stared as the red-haired boy fell from the two-story window and into the bushes below.
Kurama stood up and glared at the people. "What? Haven't you ever seen anybody lose a fight with a door?"
The people continued to stare.
Kurama jumped from the bushes and ran down the street. "FEAR ME! I'M A BOWL OF TURTLE SOUP!!"
This time the people ran. "Someone call the men in white coats!"
Kurama roared. "Who said that!?" He jumped on a random person and began to maul them.
"OH MY GOD!! JIMMY!" A rather large woman ran up and grabbed Kurama. "Get away from Jimmy!"
Kurama hissed.
"Oh no! I know you did NOT just hiss at me!"
Kurama hissed again.
"Oh, that's it boy! You going on a one-way flight to hurt!" She picked him up and chucked him across the street and into the side of his house. "Don't mess with me boy!"
Kurama pried his head out of the side of his house and looked around. "Bwhahaha!"
He ran into the house and into his room, this time without hitting the door. "Now, to find my supplies!"
He began to dig through the closet, throwing out all kinds of odds and ends while doing so. "I found it!"
He pulled a large black bag from the closet and ran into the bathroom.
About two hours later, the bathroom door opened and standing there was...Die-san of Dir en Grey? No, it was only Kurama dressed in black leather, make-up, and really spiky hair.
"Bwhahaha! At last! I look like my idol!" Kurama jumped down the stairs and began to dance around while playing the air guitar.
He began to sing as well, doing a horrible imitation of Kyo-san.
Little did he know that Shiori was on her way home already, seeing as how the entire mall was out of her favorite soap.
"I hope Shuuichi doesn't mind that I bought the cheap soap this time..." She made her way up the sidewalk and unlocked the door. "Shuuichi, I'm home-"She stopped short when she saw a strange man dancing around in the living room. "Who are you!?"
Kurama stopped abruptly. "Kaasan!?"
"Shuuichi!" She stared. "What on earth are you doing??"
Kurama looked around. "I was...rehearsing for a school play! I'm a J-rocker!" He nodded profusely. "Yep, a J-rocker in the play!"
Shiori still looked unbelieving. "Really?"
"Yes! I should go, I think it's starting now!"
"Wait, Shuuichi!"
"No time to talk!" Kurama ran out the door and into the street, where he was struck down by a little old lady in a motor cart.
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