Extreme Makeover~
Kako: You just like rubbing this in my face ever time I write this don't you!
Disclaimer: .Say it!
Kako: NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!
Disclaimer: Kako owns nothing.
Kako: .- -"
Chapter Two
It was either the fact that Kuwabara was facing his 401st knockout, he had a test today, he had no breakfast, or it was the 40-day-past-the- expiration date can of beans he ate for dinner yesterday. Whichever reason, Kuwabara felt sick. Really sick.
So, instead of galloping happily down the street like he normally would, Kuwabara slunk across the sidewalk, clutching his stomach and making assorted groaning sounds. "Hey, Kuwabara, ready for another beating?" Yusuke said from behind Kuwabara.
Kuwabara cringed, saying, "Not right now, my stomach's really hurting." Yusuke laughed. "So, Kuwabara," Yusuke said, falling into step with Kuwabara. (which would be really hard considering that he had now begun to crumble back and forth across the sidewalk, clutching his stomach) "What's really bugging you? I've known you for a really long time And nothing like this would ever make you swallow your pride." "It's because he's mad at you because you beat him at everything." Okubo said from behind them. "Oh, is that is, Kuwabara?" Yusuke said. Kuwabara's face twisted itself in fury. "That's not it at all!"
"Well, Kuwabara," Yusuke said. "You really should think about some changes." "Like what?" Kuwabara said. "I know!" Yusuke said, snapping his fingers. "You should enter that TV show-Extreme Makeover. Ya know, where they re-do your hair, face.." Yusuke trailed off.
"Maybe you should, Kuwabara." The authoress said from out of nowhere. "I mean, you're sure not much to look at, especially when your face is all beat up and covered in bruises."
"Kuwabara?" Yusuke said, running a hand I front of Kuwabara's face. "Are you still here?" Kuwabara's head immediately shot up, and he struck a dramatic pose with one hand clenched into a fist above his head (the other hand was of course still holding his stomach).
"I'll do it!" He said. "Do what?" Okubo said. "I'll try out for the Extreme Makeover show!" "Don't worry about getting in, Kuwabara." Yusuke said. "They always have ugly people on the show anyways."
"Urameshi! Don't fool around with me! I'm not ugly!" Yusuke smirked. "Don't worry. I won't embarrass you by beating you up now. I'll let you regain your energy. I want to fight you at full power." And with that said, Yusuke left.
"That bastard makes me so mad." Kuwabara said. "I wonder why?" Okubo said, scratching the side of his face.
"Oh it doesn't matter!" Kuwabara said. "I will enter that contest! Girls won't be able to resist my manly good looks!"
Okubo sweatdropped, then followed the happily galloping Kuwabara down the street to school.
Kako: You just like rubbing this in my face ever time I write this don't you!
Disclaimer: .Say it!
Kako: NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!
Disclaimer: Kako owns nothing.
Kako: .- -"
Chapter Two
It was either the fact that Kuwabara was facing his 401st knockout, he had a test today, he had no breakfast, or it was the 40-day-past-the- expiration date can of beans he ate for dinner yesterday. Whichever reason, Kuwabara felt sick. Really sick.
So, instead of galloping happily down the street like he normally would, Kuwabara slunk across the sidewalk, clutching his stomach and making assorted groaning sounds. "Hey, Kuwabara, ready for another beating?" Yusuke said from behind Kuwabara.
Kuwabara cringed, saying, "Not right now, my stomach's really hurting." Yusuke laughed. "So, Kuwabara," Yusuke said, falling into step with Kuwabara. (which would be really hard considering that he had now begun to crumble back and forth across the sidewalk, clutching his stomach) "What's really bugging you? I've known you for a really long time And nothing like this would ever make you swallow your pride." "It's because he's mad at you because you beat him at everything." Okubo said from behind them. "Oh, is that is, Kuwabara?" Yusuke said. Kuwabara's face twisted itself in fury. "That's not it at all!"
"Well, Kuwabara," Yusuke said. "You really should think about some changes." "Like what?" Kuwabara said. "I know!" Yusuke said, snapping his fingers. "You should enter that TV show-Extreme Makeover. Ya know, where they re-do your hair, face.." Yusuke trailed off.
"Maybe you should, Kuwabara." The authoress said from out of nowhere. "I mean, you're sure not much to look at, especially when your face is all beat up and covered in bruises."
"Kuwabara?" Yusuke said, running a hand I front of Kuwabara's face. "Are you still here?" Kuwabara's head immediately shot up, and he struck a dramatic pose with one hand clenched into a fist above his head (the other hand was of course still holding his stomach).
"I'll do it!" He said. "Do what?" Okubo said. "I'll try out for the Extreme Makeover show!" "Don't worry about getting in, Kuwabara." Yusuke said. "They always have ugly people on the show anyways."
"Urameshi! Don't fool around with me! I'm not ugly!" Yusuke smirked. "Don't worry. I won't embarrass you by beating you up now. I'll let you regain your energy. I want to fight you at full power." And with that said, Yusuke left.
"That bastard makes me so mad." Kuwabara said. "I wonder why?" Okubo said, scratching the side of his face.
"Oh it doesn't matter!" Kuwabara said. "I will enter that contest! Girls won't be able to resist my manly good looks!"
Okubo sweatdropped, then followed the happily galloping Kuwabara down the street to school.