InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Real Folk Blues ❯ New additions ( Chapter 2 )

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Title: The Real Folk Blues

Author: Adorkablebanana

Chapter 2: New additions

P.O.V.D: Yuusuke

 

And in addition to the darkness there was also me. And I moved upon the face of the darkness. And I saw that I was alone. Let there be light.

-Bomb #20.

 

 

The sky was a smoky gray. The rain pouring down showered the land giving everything a dark, glittering appearance…kinda poetic huh? Well, I guess that's how my world seems to be since five months ago, when I miraculously passed my junior year. Of course, Keiko's constant pushing and nagging me to study helped, since I did study, but only under extreme duress, mind you. And it was only to shut up her pretty little head so I could have some peace for one in my freakin' life.

Surprisingly, Kurabara also made it to senior year. Keiko tutored both the idiot and me, so we were both able to pass with an average grade. She, unsurprisingly, is on the honor roll, and has been elected student counsel president for the second year in a row. Keh! Snotty little priss.

 

 

Well, okay, maybe not snotty, but she can be a little bigheaded when it comes to her intelligence. But she never rubs it in people's faces. She's a very down to earth, girl next door type, and a real sweetheart. She's constantly helping those who need it, which is why she's my close friend, not to mention girlfriend.

Kurabara still hangs around with me as well, and is still trying to convince Yukina to go out with him. I pity the poor girl, having a leech like him stuck on suck a hopeless dream, constantly dropping overly obvious hints and asking for dates. However, Yukina seems to like Kurabara, so maybe he does have a chance with her. Who knows?

Since Hiei took his recent leave of absence, he's only been showing up for missions and is constantly in a hurry. Even more than before, that is. I wonder what the little firecracker is up to lately. Huh, well, I guess he just has a busy schedule, or maybe he has something going on in his private life. Heh, don't we all?

Kurama's graduated from high school, and brain that he is, is going on to a college that's almost impossible to get into. I don't see him much, only on special occasions, or when he is free on weekends and drives home to see Shiori. The redhead sometimes drops by to check on me, and make sure I've been studying. Honestly, between him and Keiko, I never get a break. I swear they have some sort of plan to gang up on me and make sure I never have time to do anything fun. One of these days they're gonna get what's coming to them.

As for the rest of my life, my social life ain't a problem. Fighting demons, chilling with friends, ditching school, and being whacked on the head with a frying pan courtesy of Keiko are all regular, average, everyday stuff. It's my home life that has issues. I thought my mom was a drunk, lost cause, but that all changed when she met someone, a special person that would change her life. The real kicker? That special someone was a woman. Her name is Yuumi Higurashi, and they met in a shopping mall one day. They eventually fell in love and were married just a little while ago.

In the beginning, I figured their relationship was just a close friendship between two women, and totally harmless. Boy, was I wrong. They eventually declared their love and feelings to each other, and informed their families as well. Not that I'm against gay marriages or relationships or anything. Heck, why should I give a flying fuck about it? As long as they're not hitting on me I'm okay. For god's sake, I have a friend I'm pretty sure is gay. I mean Kurama ain't exactly a manly man, and I have other evidence to support my suspicions. For example, never once have I seen him stare or make a comment about a girl's anatomy.

 

 

He always avoids the subject like the plague. His features are even feminine: long girlie hair, a pretty boy face--well um…I guess there ain't anything he can do about that, but still…The décor in his house looks like it was done by a professional, the colors harmonizing like one of those living rooms shown in those stupid home décor magazines, and Kurama even went to help Keiko pick out a kimono once.

 

 

He knows how to cook, has a thing for flowers even when they're not being used in battle, and has never even had a girl friend as far as I know. That, to me is completely inexcusable, especially since he has those hoards of fan girls following him around, and more than willing to spread their legs for a good fuck.

Actually, I think Kurama has a thing for Hiei. It might just be my imagination, but I'm not too sure. Hmm…that may be a possible explanation for Hiei's absences lately. The fire apparition's probably hoping that distance will cut down the attraction. Who knows?

Anyway, this whole situation with my mom has been so weird. This is my mother, the woman who gave me life, and that's making the whole thing even more complicated. I never in a million years would have pegged Atsuko for a lesbian, the idea had never even occurred to me.

 

 

She always seemed pretty straight to me, hell she even has an eye for good-looking guys. She even hit on Kurama once or twice. Well, I guess that just means that she swings both way. Strange, yes, but after all the weird things I've been through and dealt with in the past four years, I've realized that nothing is impossible.

Eventually I'll get used to the idea that my mother is happily married to another woman. No biggie. Of course, no body but Keiko knows yet. I want to keep it a secret, at least for now. I am well aware, however, that nothing in my life stays private for long.

The wedding ceremony took place at a rented house in Kyoto. Yuumi's family and a few of my relatives--oh wait, I don't have relatives--and Keiko attended the wedding. Yuumi's father stayed very serious during the whole ceremony. The old man didn't speak, and did a very good impression of a statue. Seems his beliefs are against same sex marriages of relations, him being the shrine priest and all. Surprisingly, he didn't disown her, nor did he protest. The old man instead supported his daughter's decision. He must really love his daughter to be willing to go against his beliefs and allow Yuumi to be with the person she loves. The memory of the wedding day is still fresh in my mind.






The afternoon seemed to crawl by. The government official stood drinking a glass of water, wetting the old whistle in preparation for the ceremony that would bind the two lovers together for life.

Yuumi's father sat alone quietly in the corner, lost deep in thought, not wanting to be disturbed. Everyone respected the old man's wishes, understanding the difficulty he was having grasping the whole concept of his daughter marrying a woman.

Keiko helped Yuumi's daughter, Kagome, add the finishing touches to her makeup, which made her look simply glamorous, flattering and highlighting her natural features.

“There you go, now you look even more gorgeous than usual,” Keiko proudly announces as she finished organizing her makeup kit, and closing the lid with a click.

“Thank you so much Keiko, you did a wonderful job! I never thought you could make me look this good. Have you ever considered becoming a makeup artist?” My soon-to-be sister-in-law complimented the brunette, making Keiko blush modestly. Even after all these years, the girl still couldn't take a compliment without feeling embarrassed.

“I'm really not that good,” she mumbles, looking off to the side, a light blush tinting her cheeks.

“Of course you are! Your very talented,” the raven-haired girl insisted, smiling at her friend.

“Thanks,” she finally managed to mumble, her face still red.

The two girls exchanged laughs, helping each other put the finishing touched on their appearances. Keiko wore a long peach colored kimono with a design of white flower petals trailing in a soft curve from the waist to the bottom. Her short brown hair pulled up in a high ponytail, and tied with a pink ribbon Yukina had gifted her with.

Kagome wore an aqua blue kimono, with a black dragon design circling the bottom of the material; the girl had her glossy onyx hair tied up into an artfully messy bun, with two silver chopsticks keeping it together.

Helping Keiko properly tie her pink floral obi, the girls went to track down Yuusuke, who had wandered off to who knows where more than an hour ago.

“Come on Keiko, let's go check on Yuusuke. He's probably up to his same old dirty tricks again.”

“Dirty tricks?” questioned Keiko, cocking her head to the side adorably.

“Yeah, his tricks. He has a bad habit of trying to scare me with the stupidest pranks, trying to get a good laugh at my own expense,” explained the raven-haired girl with a tired expression. Keiko merely laughed, acknowledging Yuusuke's annoying habit of pulling pranks whenever he's bored.

“Oh, those. Yep! I can vouch for that! We probably should go look for him.”

“Ok then! Let's go!”

The two girls headed off in search of the exasperating boy, cautiously watching their steps so as not to set off any of Yuusuke's so-called `jokes.' It didn't take long to find the boy, as they would probably be able hear his ranting from a mile away. The girls followed the yelling, knowing it would lead right to the detective.

“Koenma, what do you mean I have to go?!! I'm on my vacation!! Tell Hiei, Kurabara, or Kurama to handle it! They can deal with a couple of low level--” A sting of muffled nonsense followed. Yuusuke rolled his eyes and smacked himself in the forehead, aggravated beyond belief.

“Listen up toddler, we'll deal with this when I get back. Call me only if something important comes up,” he quickly hung up before the person on the other end of the line could respond. He put the communicator in his pocket just before the two girls entered the room. Looking the girls over, he quickly took in their appearance before a mischievous smirk curled his lips.

“Now girls, I know you missed me, but we can't do it right here, there's a ceremony about to take place. Have you no morals?” he leered at them, earning him a pair of cold glares and snorts of disgust.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny, Urameshi,” Keiko retorted, not at all amused. “But come on, we have to get going. The ceremony is about to begin, and most of the guests are here. In fact, Mr. Takanaka just arrived.”

“What? Takanaka's here? Why? Who invited that bastard?” he asked incredulously, demanding to know what could have been screwed up badly enough that his principal ended up getting invited to his mother's wedding.

“Atsuko invited him here. She sees him as a good friend. He did, after all, allow you and Kazuma to be given a second chance to improve your grades. After a little persuasion from Atsuko and me, of course. Come on Yuusuke, how did you think you graduated to senior year? By being cute? I highly doubt it,” informed Keiko, twirling her finger in a matter-of-fact gesture. Yuusuke rolled his eyes, mumbling under his breath. Something about “one of these days you goody two shoes” or perhaps “yeah like I give a fuck about that. Just means more homework” of course, none of this was said loud enough to risk facing the wrath of his girlfriend.


“Yeah, whatever, let's get this done with so the rest of the world can move on with their lives,” he said out loud, stuffing his hands into his pockets, and swaggering after the two girls. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying anything he knew would get him in trouble, but his attitude made his annoyance very obvious.

Pushing the doors open, and entering the ceremonial room, they found that even more guests had arrived, and had joined the rest sitting on the mahogany benches. The trio sat together in the first row, with Yuusuke between the two girls. A young elementary school boy, Yuumi's son, and youngest child soon joined them. The young boy sat there, playing with his obese, orange cat, tossing a yarn ball at he feline. Keiko smiled brightly at Souta; such a tender display of an innocent child's play touched her heart. She couldn't resist the urge to reach over and scoop the boy into her arms, squeezing him into a tight hug.

“Awwww! You're so cute!” squealed the love-struck teen, cooing at the little boy, while squeezing the oxygen from his lungs. Keiko had always had a soft spot for children, boys in particular. She just found them so darn adorable, that she simply couldn't help herself. Yuusuke and Kagome burst out laughing, unable to contain themselves at a look from the poor red-faced boy.

 

 

The boy's face was positively glowing with embarrassment. Not at being hugged by a girl, and a pretty girl at that, but at being called cute . He's a man! A little man to be sure, but regardless, being referred to as cute was a blow to his pride and ego, making hem seem no more than a baby. The situation wouldn't have been such a big deal if his “siblings” weren't making such a big deal out of it, laughing at his expense. Besides, lack of air was making his blush seem worse than it was.

Finally having had enough of his brother and sister mocking and teasing him, he growled deep in his throat, unconsciously mimicking a certain arrogant hanyou we all know and love.

“Stop laughing! You're just jealous because I can get a hug without even trying, unlike you two losers!” he snapped, cutting off his siblings' laughter. The two glared at the boy and he smirked like the little wiseass he was becoming. Before Yuusuke could say anything, Keiko cut in, seeming to have read his mind.

“Yuusuke Urameshi, you'd better not lay a finger on your little brother. He's younger than you, and doesn't know any better, so you'll lay off if you know what's good for you.” She clutched the boy to her protectively as she leveled her most intimidating glare at her boyfriend. Yuusuke swallowed hard.

 

 

He'd much rather take a small blow to his pride than find out what it was Keiko had in mind. He knew from experience that whatever it was would be hazardous to his health, and would put yet another hole in his reputation as the “Great Urameshi.” So, he settled for a glare that promised revenge, directed at the young boy, whose sly smug declared his victory. He was a clever one, using Keiko's weakness for little kids to his advantage, effectively making her his own personal watchdog, and ensuring that Yuusuke would get in big trouble if he tried to pick on him.

Kagome just shook her head, thinking when will they ever learn? Her brother was utilizing Shippo's trademark tactic of turning the tables to his own advantage. She had a sudden flashback of “sitting” InuYasha for teasing the poor kit, and trying to beat the pulp out of him…boy those were good times. She stoically ignored the pang of sadness the memory brought, and turned her attention to the ceremony that was beginning.

The wedding march song started playing, interrupting the teens' antics, and gaining their complete attention. Dramatically entering the room, the two women slowly and regally walked down the aisles hand in hand, each holding a bouquet of pink roses in the other.

Atsuko wore a black casual but skimpy spaghetti strap dress, that came up to mid thigh, exposing her shapely, stocking-wrapped legs and black leather knee high boots. The dress covered enough of her body to avoid being tasteless, but still showed off the form of her figure. Her long brown hair was flipped to the side, and neatly blow-dried accentuating her carefully made-up face.

Yuumi wore a baby blue three-piece dress suit. The top piece consisted of a baby blue tank top, covered by an elegant, simple, baby blue blazer. The bottom piece of the outfit was a long, light blue skirt. The overall effect gave her a nice, conservative image, but Yuumi's short, blow-dried onyx hair gave her a modern younger look.

The audience was awe-struck by their appearance. The makeover they had received at the salon had definitely paid off, making them seem like they were in their late twenties.

Yuusuke was in shock, his jaw practically dragging on the floor. Yuumi and his mother looked nothing like they normally did. Atsuko was usually found lounging around in old, ratty, out of style sporty clothes, and it seemed impossible that it was the same woman standing before him. Now I've seen everything, thought Yuusuke, forcing his mouth shut before he ended up swallowing a bug.

 

 

He looked over at Kagome, who was beaming with pride at the two women, thrilled with how the trip to the salon she had personally recommended to the pair had turned out. Everyone else in the room mentally agreed. The pair of lovely ladies looked absolutely divine as they flaunted their new stylish looks for all to see.

Stepping up to end of the aisle, the presider recited the marriage oath, and gave the ladies the marriage certificate to sign. Gingerly, Atsuko signed her name first, followed by her ladylove, officializing their marriage. Yuumi place a ring on her wife's finger, Atsuko returned the gesture, and then they gave each other a chaste kiss on the lips.

“The union between the Urameshi and Higurashi families is hereby official in the eyes of the state,” was the announcement made while everyone applauded, giving the newly weds their best wished. Yuusuke clapped his rough hands slowly, as he pondered this new chapter in his life. Maybe this won't be so bad, he thought, making the most positive prediction he could.

After the wedding mom and Yuumi decided to go to China for their honeymoon, and dragged me and Yuumi's family along, making it more of a family vacation than a honeymoon, if you ask me. The old man decided not to come along. He said he had to finish some businesses in the shrine, mentioning its tourist season. I think it's a good time for him to think over and fully accept the concept of the new addition to his family.

Oh, did I mention I have siblings now? Fabulous right? Okay, seems sarcasm isn't going to bail me out of this particular predicament. Maybe I'm being somewhat of a jerk, but it's strange for me to acknowledge having siblings. Being an only child, I'm used to fending for myself. It's difficult, trying to get used to this new lifestyle. This must be what it feels like to move to a new country. Well, I'll just have to learn to adjust to it in the future…hopefully.

It's nothing short of miraculous that I've managed to get along with Yuumi's kids as well as I have. In fact, we've really hit it off, which is strange since I don't really don't play well with other most of the time. In short, I've been defined as a semi-anti-social person. Probably because of my charming smart-ass personality. Either way, my new “family” has definitely taken some getting used to.

Yuumi's the homey mothering type. She's constantly worrying over any troubles anyone might be having, and is comforting, caring-in fact, she's very much like Shiori Minamino. My own mother, on the other hand, is the bitchy “I'm gonna smack you silly” type. She's a firm believer in tough love…cocky little bitch, but I mean that in the most loving way possible.

As I may have mentioned, Yuumi has two kids: a girl my age, and an eleven-year-old boy. The girl's name is Kagome, and she's a twisted version of the girl next door. She's usually quite easy-going, but when you cross this invisible line she has, she practically bites your head off in a perfect dun dun DUN! moment, and turns into this feisty little bitch. The creepiest thing about her though, is her mood swings. She can be practically attacking me one minute for doing something that obviously pissed her off, and a moment later, she's offering to make me some cookies. She's the spawn of Toguro I tell you! I'd take him over her spastic mood swings any day.

The other kid's name is Souta. He can be annoying from time to time, but it seems the little booger eater grew on me. The squirt looks up to me, admiring my reputation as the “Great Urameshi”. I think he actually idolizes me.

Kagome is a completely different case. She is definitely one of a kind, both naive and weird. But then again, who am I to judge? I'm a freakin' spirit detective fighting paranormal crime before, after, and during school. But that crazy chick grew on me too. Sure, we bicker and have our quarrels. In fact, I believe we're on number twenty-eight, round two. If our brawls were a live sitcom, we would be on season two already going onto season three. What's frustrating though, is that they normally end in a draw. Hell, I won't lose! I refuse to be defeated by some preppy giddy broad, and KEIKO DOES NOT COUNT! It's completely unfair.

 

 

Where Kagome fails to completely own me, Keiko takes over. They're like some kinda diabolical tag-team. Kagome is just like Keiko, only way more hotheaded and much feistier. She's more along the lines of being Keiko's long lost evil twin than her sister, though in appearances, the girls are beautiful in completely distinctive ways. Maybe that's why I like Kagome so much. She's so similar to Keiko, but at the same time completely different. Actually, this connection that I have with the raven-haired beauty is special…unexplainably special.

It's not love. I've already confirmed that I love Keiko. Besides, Kagome is my stepsister. It would be sorta forbidden, not to mention just plain creepy to have a relationship between us. Not that that's going to be an issue. I'm not attracted to Kagome in that way. It's more like a best friend type of relationship. She seems so familiar sometimes, like I've met her before. The answer seems so close, yet so completely unattainable; it's a kind of déjà vu feeling. So yeah, I've jumped into the big brother role with both feet, and the sad thing is that I like it, and that's all there is to it. However, that's my little secret, and there's no way I'd ever admit to it.

While the family was on the honeymoon, I observed something that would change the relationship between Kagome and myself forever. I discovered a little hidden secret that Kagome had kept stored away for as long as I had known her. This little bitty (not really) secret sent my sense of reality reeling.

 

 

The image in front of me awed me on so many levels I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The clumsy, air-headed beauty was sitting in the garden, meditating and absorbing pure energy from the life surrounding her. She had amazing control, and didn't even seem to be putting any effort into her task. A powerful, bright pink aura illuminated her figure, stirring her hair, and sending waves of energy surging through my senses. The power this seemingly ordinary girl was generating was incredible, immense, and unbelievably pure.

My jaw dropped as I took in the unbelievable scene, at the shock I felt at the vision of my sister performing a task impossible to most humans. The girl's chocolate eyes opened, sensing another presence intruding on her quiet time. Her eyes found and locked with mine, and an expression of shock as well as a flicker of fear, or was it pleading, passed over her features before the energy around her surged into her in a wave. Her eyes widened for a moment, then dropped closed again as the girl collapsed on the floor.

All other thoughts were washed away by the concern that overwhelmed me as her body fell gracefully toward the ground. I managed to catch her a split second before her head cracked against the stones paving the garden path, and I sat there, cradling her petite form in my arms. She was limp as a doll, and a thin sheen of sweat covered her forehead, her breathing rapid. I could almost feel each beat of her heart through the thin fabric between us.

“What...w-what…I mean, what's going on?!” I yelled, confusion, anger and worry mixed into the words. The events that I had just witnessed astounded me to a level that I am unable to comprehend, and it was bothering me greatly. The fallen girl's eyes slowly drifted open, and the emotions I saw in them rocked me. Nervousness was foremost, but there was also pleading, a frightened pleading for me not to react the way she feared. Those emotions were gone as quickly as they came, as she attempted to smile at me, trying to soothe away the anger and worry in my features.

 

 

 

The warm hazel eyes did succeed in calming me down a notch, and deciding to go easy on the idiot, I took a deep breath, preparing to unleash my bottled rage. I had to have been rage, because there's no way I'd be so worried about one stupid girl, right? But then I stopped, and took a few deep breaths, cooling myself off. She looked so worn out and helpless in my arms, that it just wouldn't be fair to yell at her now. Besides, I hate to see a woman cry. So, I settled for gazing down at her, arching a questioning brow, demanding to know what the hell was going on. She had the gall to start laughing nervously, and made a poor attempt to change the subject. Keh, like I'd fucking allow that!

Her breathing returned to normal, the slow steady rhythm reassuring me as she calmed down. I picked up her small body, and walked over to a nearby bench, sitting us both down. Then, cradling her on my lap, I rocked her back and forth, easing the tension that I knew had built up in her. This was something I wouldn't do on a daily basis, and never in the public's eye. Heck, I've only been compelled to do this twice before. The first was to comfort Keiko years ago when her puppy Frederick had to be put to sleep, and the second was for Genkai on her death bed-well, death crater if you want to be specific.

Waiting patiently until she had regained her composure, I sat chewing on the inside of my cheek, waiting……and waiting. After what seemed like hours, her pale lids at last drifted open to reveal the troubled chocolate pools beneath. She gazed at me, worry suffusing her delicate features as she sighed wearily.

“Yuusuke, what you saw, um…” she paused, searching for a good lie, or a least a believable bluff. “Was just something you saw in your imagination,” she concluded lamely, avoiding my unbelieving gaze.

One word--bullshit. I mean come on, who does she think she's kidding?! You would have to be drunk and have brain damage to believe such a stupid lie. Souta could come up with a better excuse than that. Heck, Puu could come up with a better excuse than that. She has made a mockery of the art form that is lying. My emotions flew from irritated to a combination of dumbfounded, shocked, and annoyed. The expression on my face must have been pretty entertaining, now that I think about it.

“Kagome darling that has to be the most ridiculous, unrealistic, lamest lie I've ever heard. I bet any naive, innocent two-year-old could come up with a dozen excuses better than that,” I drawled, throwing in more than a hint of my infamous sarcasm. Kagome smiled sheepishly in a futile attempt to weasel her way out of this corner she had been backed into.

“I guess telling you this is a dream isn't going to work either?” she ventured, with a slightly hopeful expression.

“Ain't happening babe.”

“Didn't think so,” she sighed. “But please, please, don't go berserk on me. I can't even describe how worn out I am. Please,” she begged, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. “Please, for the trust and respect we have between us, even if it's only the tiniest speck. Please drop the subject for now. I promise to tell you everything tomorrow, I give you my word.” Her tone was completely serious as I searched her eyes for any indication that she wasn't sincere.

 

 

I found nothing but the utmost honesty shining from her, and blowing a few annoying strands of hair out of my eyes, I nodded, deciding it wouldn't hurt anything to grant her small request. After all, it wasn't like she was going anywhere.

“Woman, you got a lot of explaining to do tomorrow,” I stated, putting of the rest of the conversation until tomorrow. I then rose up and began walking back toward the rented house, carrying my small, fatigued bundle against my chest.

I could practically feel the relief radiating off of the girl. Man, as if my life wasn't already weird or complicated enough, now this has dropped into my lap. Shit, I can't really complain…at least I know that I won't ever be boring at home. Entering the house, I headed toward Kag's room, kicking open the door. It slammed against the wall, the loud noise announcing our presence.

“Yuusuke, you don't have to slam the door so hard. People are sleeping,” she whispered, scowling at me and crossing her arms in front of her chest. Aww, she's so cute when she pretends to be in charge.

“I suppose I could drag you instead of carrying you. Take your pick.” She pressed her lips together and glared at me in response. I mentally chalked up another victory for myself. I love teasing her just to get a reaction out of her. It's almost as fun as bothering Keiko and Botan, only without the threat of a frying pan to the head courtesy of Keiko, or a wooden oar in Botan's case.

I smirked playfully and patronizing at her, as she rolled her eyes, ignoring my “childish antics.” I laid her down onto her bed, and pulled the covers over her, tucking her in. I somebody told me a few months ago that I'd be nannying my new sister-in-law after discovering she has some sort of supernatural powers, they would have been on their way to the funny farm. After a few hours. When I had finished laughing.

Peering at me innocently, she looked like a delicate child, or a china doll. She smiled sheepishly, still blushing, and shyly murmured, “Thanks Yuusuke, for everything.” Kagome's blush was contagious. I could feel the heat rise in my face, which is so unlike me.


“Ah, no problem. G`night!” I quickly scurried out of the room, but not before pinching her rosy cheeks earning an angry “ouch!” and “hey!” I just couldn't resist the overpowering urge. Her cheeks are so soft and, well, squeezable. So I sped out the room in a hurry, not wanting to reveal any more emotions or embarrassment.

 

 

The truth is, I'm really not used to associating with girls. Keiko, Yukina, Shizuru, Botan, Yuumi and Mom are the only girls I associate with due to my reputation. It's not like girls would flock around the “Great Urameshi” and with good reason. Well, not counting biker gang chicks. I seem to be on the mainstream market among them. This angers Keiko, which in turn is quite hazardous to my health. Lying down on my bed, I hooked my arms behind my head, and stared blankly at the cracked ceiling. I would wait until tomorrow to ask my questions about the events tonight.

“Get a good rest Kagome, you'll need it,” I murmured into the empty silence.