Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Abuse ❯ Gym and some More ( Chapter 2 )

As he arrived at school, Keiko ran up to him.

“Yusuke! You do remember the deal we made, right? That you wouldn’t skip your classes today? Including gym?”

Yusuke groaned. “Just great… I hate the stupid gym…”

“If I don’t see you at gym today, Yusuke, I’m going to be angry,” Keiko said sternly, and walked over to her friends.

Yusuke sighed. “Well, this isn’t going to be fun… and I’m not wearing socks…”

As the kids sat around on the front lawn waiting for the bell to ring, Yusuke sat down next to the wall, rubbing his cut. It stung a little, oh well, but if the other kids saw it at gym… or if they saw the other ones when he was changing his shirt…

Yusuke cringed. His mother was going to be pretty angry if the school called her. He had to be careful.

-BRING!-

The bell rang and the kids rushed inside. Yusuke stood up and followed them.

“Oh well… at least I’ll make Keiko happy…” * * *  

As the kids entered their locker rooms, the boys stared. Yusuke Urameshi was at gym class. That never happened!

“Wow, Urameshi, you actually came to class today!” Kuwabara exclaimed.

Yusuke glared at him, making him shut up, then opened his barely used locker and took out his uniform.

He took off his jacket and quickly replaced it with the white T-shirt.

The other boys stared at him, as they were taking their time changing.

“What’re you looking at?” Yusuke snapped.

The boys turned away and started talking to each other again.

Yusuke sighed. His choices were this or putting on the shorts too and getting asked a lot of stupid questions.

“I’ll take this…” he mumbled, and left the locker room.

“I’m glad you came, Yusuke,” Keiko said. “But why are you only wearing half of the gym uniform?”

“Because I felt like it,” Yusuke replied, sitting on the bench next to Keiko.

Keiko shrugged and joined the other girls at the volleyball court.

As the rest of the boys came out of the locker room, they grabbed some balls and started to play basketball.

“C’mon, Urameshi!” Kuwabara yelled. “I wanna play you!”

Yusuke shook his head. “No, Kuwa.”

Kuwabara growled. “Oh c’mon, Urameshi! You have to do something today!”

He pulled Yusuke onto the court and passed him a ball.

“Okay? Try and score a basket! I dare you.”

Yusuke narrowed his eyes. “You’re going down.”

He dribbled down the court, watching out for anybody getting too close, dodging to the side to avoid Kuwabara.

Then as he shot the ball, someone hit him from behind, making them both fall to the ground. The ball flew away, hitting the backboard and falling through the net.

“Whoa… you made it, Urameshi!” Kuwabara yelled.

Yusuke didn’t respond. He was still on the ground. Kuwabara kneeled in front of him.

“You okay?”

Yusuke stood up slowly, using the wall as support.

“Okay… who hit me?” he asked, glaring at them all.

The boys stayed silent. Then Kuwabara frowned.

“Urameshi, your back is bleeding.”

Yusuke touched his back, hoping Kuwabara was lying. His shirt felt wet…

‘Damn it…’

He walked back to the locker room, ignoring the stares of the other boys.

He sat down on the bench and took off the gym shirt. The back of it did have some blood on it.

Yusuke growled and put his jacket on. It didn’t matter to him abut his uniform, he could always bring in another T-shirt, if he ever came back to gym again.

“I’m ditchin’…” he muttered.

He left the locker room and headed home, ignoring stares.

As he opened the door, his mother looked over.

“Why’re you home early? I thought you had a bet with Keiko,” she said, walking over.

“I did go to gym, but then Kuwabaka was a jerk, so I left.”

“You don’t just break a promise, Yusuke, especially to your girl.”

“So? What’re you gonna do about it?” Yusuke muttered, annoyed.

When his mother didn’t immediately respond, Yusuke rolled his eyes and walked over to the fridge and took out a can of soda.

He opened it, but before he could drink it, his mother snatched it out of his hands.

“Hey! Mom, that’s mine!”

Atsuko shrugged. “Oh well, it’s mine now.”

Yusuke glared at her, earning a slap.

“You don’t glare at me, Yusuke. Remember that.”

“Or what? That didn’t hurt.”

“Oh? So you want it to hurt? I can do that.”

Yusuke backed away. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Well, you gave me an idea. Now live with it.”

Atsuko held up an empty sake bottle. “See this?”

Yusuke nodded.

“Duck.” * * *  

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