Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply (characters are property of Yoshihiro Togashi, etcetera).

What to Never Give Kurama as a Present
by: 25th Chromosome

Yuusuke gingerly steps over various unmentionable these's and that's, purposefully ignoring the screams of agony matching his every step. Eventually, he reaches an unmarred clearing right dead in the center of the chaos. He pauses to watch as Kurama nonchalantly flips a page of his book, back resting against a thick trunk of tree. Predictably (or cliché-ably?), Hiei is resting on one of the branches above the redhead, seemingly unfazed by the carnage happening around them.

It wasn't the brutality of the scene that got to Yuusuke. Kami-sama knows he's caused enough of that himself in his short lifetime; no, there was just a feeling that nagged at the now-adult's insides. Really, something seemed so… familiar, that he had déjà vu bells ringing up all inside him. Perhaps it was because of the purple of the plants (what tournament did he see that in?), the fangs/spikes, the booby-trap things and the plop-plop-plop, not to mention the squishing and gulping sounds. What intensified the unease was the presence of plants that didn't seem to have any use except sit there and look pretty. That and the ultimately green-in-the-face fourth team member they had off to the side.

He finally moves closer. "Uh… Kurama?"

"Hey, Yuuske. Make yourself comfortable. I decided we all could use a bit of break from fighting these –"

" –pieces of trash–" interjects god, the tree, or a grumpy fire demon.

"…whom Koenma thinks need all four of us to get rid of –"

" Stupid brat" came the tree again.

"–So I just sic-ed my plants on them."

The demon lord gingerly sits, "O..okay. But don't you think these – " he sweeps an arm around to prove his point, " – are a tad bit too much?"

"What are you talking about Yuusuke? You're the one who inspired me to use these," replied the half-youko, not even bothering to look up from his reading.

If those words didn't seem enough to jog the younger man's memory, the sight of sunflowers spewing out what appeared to be… sunflakes (and Kurama absent-mindedly poking at them in between reading) definitely made him decide never to give this teammate video games again.

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A/N: this was just an idea that cropped up in a conversation between a friend and i regarding how happy kurama might be after discovering PvZ. hope you enjoyed it! -25c