Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Changes ❯ A favor ( Prologue )
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Which way it goes, Kuwabara can't really tell.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.20.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 232 | Status: Work In Progress
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Which way it goes, Kuwabara can't really tell.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.20.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 232 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: All things related to Yuu Yuu Hakusho © Yoshihiro Togashi.
“I said, c’mon over and cook me some soup.”
“Wh- I got a life, you know! Call Yukimura!” Gesturing with his toothbrush, the redhead cursed loudly when toothpaste splattered on the kitchen tiles and only paused when the coughs from Yuusuke’s end got worse.
Come on, youkai didn’t get sick!
“What, you catch a cold?”
“Nah…Think it’s something else. Got a rash an’ all…”
A sigh,”Call Keiko, she’ll be happy t’take care of you.”
”I don’t wanna. Besides,” Another pause and more coughing. “She’s at some class or something. I know you ain’t got anything to do on the weekend.”
“I do too! Maybe I was gonna go out, you know, HAVING A LIFE?”
”God–All I do is ask a favor an’ you just gotta be a jackass, huh? Fuck you!”
Ear ringing from Yuusuke’s shouting, Kuwabara felt slightly guilty as the other line went dead. Favor? Sounded like every other time Yuusuke spoke to him; demanding and rude. Not a favor.
Urameshiasking for something was unnatural. Maybe Kuwabara had never heard him ask for anything, and that wasa request. He had sounded like warmed over crap…
Guilty conscience getting the better of him, Kuwabara finally hung the phone up, loathing the day he’d met Yuusuke and walked straight to his room to dress. At least this way, Yuusuke would owe him one.
It wasn’t fair how much power that idiot held over him. This wasn’t like…Well, Yukina-chan, doing all this for HER would make sense! Truth be told, Kuwabara probably caused any sway Yuusuke had over him by himself; Even if the days of following the other teen around just to be acknowledged by the Urameshi were over, in the back of his mind, Kuwabara still felt a bit honored and touched Yuusuke put any kind of faith in him.
That didn’t make him any less angry over this, especially after he spent ten minutes banging on Yuusuke’s door. After that, Kuwabara had tried one more thing- Just turning the doorknob and was surprised that it opened. “Urameshi?” He called into the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him. The lights were off, and he had to step over a few bags of trash, looking around for his friend.
Leaving the bags near the front door, Kuwabara went right to knocking on Yuusuke’s bedroom door got no response. A quick peek inside, however, showed his best friends’ figure sprawled out on the bed.
Slightly alarmed over how red Yuusuke’s face was, Kuwabara should have deduced from Urameshi wearing nothing but his boxers and a tee-shirt, a quick touch to his forehead proved he had a raging fever.
Yuusuke let out a groan in his sleep once Kuwabara touched him, rolling over on to his side and grumbling in his sleep.
“Urameshi, wake up.”
”Go away…”
“CHH! You called ME here, so wake yer lazy ass up!” Kuwabara snorted, pulling the blanket from where it was around his friend’s legs. An incoherent mumble preceded Yuusuke rolling off the bed, and was followed by a shout, the raven haired boy sitting up to swipe at Kuwabara’s leg.
“Asshole, what’cha do that for!?”
Moving to crawl back onto the bed, Yuusuke let out another sound of surprise; Kuwabara had grabbed him around the waist and was trying to pull him back away from it.
“Let go!”
“No! You got me over here, an’ you’re actually sick so I’m gonna feed you!” Kuwabara was struggling, Urameshi had grabbed onto the bed frame and the red-heads’ attempts to pull him off only resulted in dragging the bed and Yuusuke across the floor.
“Stop actin’ like my mom, Kuwabara!”
“Yeah, no disrespect but yer ma probably wouldn’t notice if you WERE sick.”
Yuusuke’s snarl turned into a fit of coughs, leaving Kuwabara a chance to haul Yuusuke to his feet, one hand bunched on the back of his shirt to keep him from running off.
“I swear I got less trouble getting’ Eikichi to take a bath.” Yuusuke just glared at him, and for a moment Kuwabara was reminded of said cat. The way she looked at him for hours after he gave her a bath, this caused him to imagine (however briefly) Yuusuke as a cat-youkai, complete with ears and tail.
“What’s with that look? What’d you mean by ‘feed me’?”
“I ain’t got a ‘look’,” Kuwabara tried to sound fierce, but failed. The idea of Yuusuke as a cat was oddly appealing. At least then he’d be nice to look at… “Yeah, feed, I bought something’ for you to eat.” He added, pulling on Yuusuke’s shirt again so the red-head was maneuvering him towards the apartment’s tiny kitchen.
“…What’d you get?” Yuusuke asked, seeming to perk up at the mention of food, and from the look of that room, Kuwabara could understand why. Besides a few dirty dishes in the sink, it didn’t look like there was any food in this place.
”Chh, don’t you even shop???”
”Yeah! Just, got busy and then felt like crap.”
Kuwabara choose to not say he doubted if Yuusuke ever even ate at home, probably ate those horrible 150 yen bowels of ramen from the Yukimura diner every night. Setting the wobbly legged teen into one of the two chairs around a itty bitty table, Kuwabara retrieved the bags and plopped them on the table.
Setting the tissues and medicine in front of Yuusuke- Who pulled the bowl of miso from his hands almost as soon as he saw it. “–I gotta heat that up!” Kuwabara stammered, watching his friend rip the packaging open, “…How longs’ it been since you ate?”
“Uh…Maybe a few days?”
”Maybe? How can you not keep track?”
”I dunno, I was sleepin’ most of the time!”
Snatching the miso back away, Kuwabara shook it so Yuusuke could hear, “It’s dried, idiot, I GOTTA heat up water for it.” All that got was another snort that turned into a cough and the red-head took that as a cue to find a kettle.
The dishes in the sink were moldy, a pan in the stove that had something that smelled dead and looked worse, not to mention the fridge- That was horrible beyond words.
Now Kuwabara understood why Keiko had complained about the Urameshi family’s way of keeping house. Yuusuke tended to keep his place cleaner though, at least any time Kuwabara had visited before, he had never worried about being attacked by some mutant bacteria or mold.
As the other teen ate his bowl of soup with enthusiasm, Kuwabara reluctantly washed some of those dishes off and at least sprayed the inside of the fridge down with cleaner. Yuusuke cackled as he cleaned, “You're really like a parent! Hey, mom, seconds?” He held his bowel out to Kuwabara, who took it with a grumble. “No- An’ don’t call me that! Take some of that God-damn medicine!”
“But you’d look nice in’a apron, ma.” The shorter man laughed, knocking back a lid full of that cough syrup.
“Chh.” Kuwabara simply sent another glare Yuusuke’s way and rinsed the dishes off, the quiet clinking filling the air. As he stacked them haphazardly in the dish-rack, he sighed. “You know, I wasn’t even gonna come over here? Sorta glad I did though, without me, you might have starved t’death…I did miss you, too. We ain’t really seen much of each other with my stupid school an’ yer job…Urameshi?”
The silence was suspicious, and a glance over his shoulder had Kuwabara shaking his head. Yuusuke was asleep, head propped up against his arms, letting out soft, little snores. “...I ain’t that boring.” Kuwabara dried his hands then walked around to his friend’s side; he looked dead to the world.
Instead of trying to wake him, Kuwabara wrapped one arm around Yuusuke’s waist and lifted the dead-weight teen up, only getting a sleep-grumble from the other.
After lowering the sleeping boy onto his bed, Kuwabara tucked the blankets around Yuusuke’s legs. He looked so…Non-threatening when he was asleep; Kuwabara was surprised. Most times he’d caught this guy sleeping; Yuusuke looked like he could kill someone in his sleep. Right now though, he looked really peaceful…
Brushing the hair away from Yuusuke’s face, Kuwabara forgot how angry he had been.
This…Wasn’t such a bad way to spend the day, really. It wasn’t over yet, so he had time to go home and…Do whatever he wanted.
Yuusuke mumbled in his sleep, pulled the covers up around his chin and Kuwabara smiled. Carefully tugging the blanket down a little so his friend didn’t smother, the red-head leaned over to press his lips against Yuusuke’s hot forehead. He could always play that off as checking his temperature– but, yeah, there were worse ways to spend a day.
***
“You want me to do what? When?” Kuwabara asked, slightly baffled. It was seven in the morning; he was still in his pajamas, telephone in one hand and holding his toothbrush in the other. On the other line, voice hoarse and raw sounding, was his best friend.“I said, c’mon over and cook me some soup.”
“Wh- I got a life, you know! Call Yukimura!” Gesturing with his toothbrush, the redhead cursed loudly when toothpaste splattered on the kitchen tiles and only paused when the coughs from Yuusuke’s end got worse.
Come on, youkai didn’t get sick!
“What, you catch a cold?”
“Nah…Think it’s something else. Got a rash an’ all…”
A sigh,”Call Keiko, she’ll be happy t’take care of you.”
”I don’t wanna. Besides,” Another pause and more coughing. “She’s at some class or something. I know you ain’t got anything to do on the weekend.”
“I do too! Maybe I was gonna go out, you know, HAVING A LIFE?”
”God–All I do is ask a favor an’ you just gotta be a jackass, huh? Fuck you!”
Ear ringing from Yuusuke’s shouting, Kuwabara felt slightly guilty as the other line went dead. Favor? Sounded like every other time Yuusuke spoke to him; demanding and rude. Not a favor.
Urameshiasking for something was unnatural. Maybe Kuwabara had never heard him ask for anything, and that wasa request. He had sounded like warmed over crap…
Guilty conscience getting the better of him, Kuwabara finally hung the phone up, loathing the day he’d met Yuusuke and walked straight to his room to dress. At least this way, Yuusuke would owe him one.
***
Against his own resolve he would not do something as stupid as buy soup, Kuwabara stopped by the convenience store near Urameshi’s apartment building; a bowl of instant miso soup, cough medicine and a box of tissues were paid of out of his own pocket.It wasn’t fair how much power that idiot held over him. This wasn’t like…Well, Yukina-chan, doing all this for HER would make sense! Truth be told, Kuwabara probably caused any sway Yuusuke had over him by himself; Even if the days of following the other teen around just to be acknowledged by the Urameshi were over, in the back of his mind, Kuwabara still felt a bit honored and touched Yuusuke put any kind of faith in him.
That didn’t make him any less angry over this, especially after he spent ten minutes banging on Yuusuke’s door. After that, Kuwabara had tried one more thing- Just turning the doorknob and was surprised that it opened. “Urameshi?” He called into the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him. The lights were off, and he had to step over a few bags of trash, looking around for his friend.
Leaving the bags near the front door, Kuwabara went right to knocking on Yuusuke’s bedroom door got no response. A quick peek inside, however, showed his best friends’ figure sprawled out on the bed.
Slightly alarmed over how red Yuusuke’s face was, Kuwabara should have deduced from Urameshi wearing nothing but his boxers and a tee-shirt, a quick touch to his forehead proved he had a raging fever.
Yuusuke let out a groan in his sleep once Kuwabara touched him, rolling over on to his side and grumbling in his sleep.
“Urameshi, wake up.”
”Go away…”
“CHH! You called ME here, so wake yer lazy ass up!” Kuwabara snorted, pulling the blanket from where it was around his friend’s legs. An incoherent mumble preceded Yuusuke rolling off the bed, and was followed by a shout, the raven haired boy sitting up to swipe at Kuwabara’s leg.
“Asshole, what’cha do that for!?”
Moving to crawl back onto the bed, Yuusuke let out another sound of surprise; Kuwabara had grabbed him around the waist and was trying to pull him back away from it.
“Let go!”
“No! You got me over here, an’ you’re actually sick so I’m gonna feed you!” Kuwabara was struggling, Urameshi had grabbed onto the bed frame and the red-heads’ attempts to pull him off only resulted in dragging the bed and Yuusuke across the floor.
“Stop actin’ like my mom, Kuwabara!”
“Yeah, no disrespect but yer ma probably wouldn’t notice if you WERE sick.”
Yuusuke’s snarl turned into a fit of coughs, leaving Kuwabara a chance to haul Yuusuke to his feet, one hand bunched on the back of his shirt to keep him from running off.
“I swear I got less trouble getting’ Eikichi to take a bath.” Yuusuke just glared at him, and for a moment Kuwabara was reminded of said cat. The way she looked at him for hours after he gave her a bath, this caused him to imagine (however briefly) Yuusuke as a cat-youkai, complete with ears and tail.
“What’s with that look? What’d you mean by ‘feed me’?”
“I ain’t got a ‘look’,” Kuwabara tried to sound fierce, but failed. The idea of Yuusuke as a cat was oddly appealing. At least then he’d be nice to look at… “Yeah, feed, I bought something’ for you to eat.” He added, pulling on Yuusuke’s shirt again so the red-head was maneuvering him towards the apartment’s tiny kitchen.
“…What’d you get?” Yuusuke asked, seeming to perk up at the mention of food, and from the look of that room, Kuwabara could understand why. Besides a few dirty dishes in the sink, it didn’t look like there was any food in this place.
”Chh, don’t you even shop???”
”Yeah! Just, got busy and then felt like crap.”
Kuwabara choose to not say he doubted if Yuusuke ever even ate at home, probably ate those horrible 150 yen bowels of ramen from the Yukimura diner every night. Setting the wobbly legged teen into one of the two chairs around a itty bitty table, Kuwabara retrieved the bags and plopped them on the table.
Setting the tissues and medicine in front of Yuusuke- Who pulled the bowl of miso from his hands almost as soon as he saw it. “–I gotta heat that up!” Kuwabara stammered, watching his friend rip the packaging open, “…How longs’ it been since you ate?”
“Uh…Maybe a few days?”
”Maybe? How can you not keep track?”
”I dunno, I was sleepin’ most of the time!”
Snatching the miso back away, Kuwabara shook it so Yuusuke could hear, “It’s dried, idiot, I GOTTA heat up water for it.” All that got was another snort that turned into a cough and the red-head took that as a cue to find a kettle.
***
Being (mostly) raised by an over controlling sister had embedded the reflex of cleaning up any mess he found, and Yuusuke’s kitchen was a war zone.The dishes in the sink were moldy, a pan in the stove that had something that smelled dead and looked worse, not to mention the fridge- That was horrible beyond words.
Now Kuwabara understood why Keiko had complained about the Urameshi family’s way of keeping house. Yuusuke tended to keep his place cleaner though, at least any time Kuwabara had visited before, he had never worried about being attacked by some mutant bacteria or mold.
As the other teen ate his bowl of soup with enthusiasm, Kuwabara reluctantly washed some of those dishes off and at least sprayed the inside of the fridge down with cleaner. Yuusuke cackled as he cleaned, “You're really like a parent! Hey, mom, seconds?” He held his bowel out to Kuwabara, who took it with a grumble. “No- An’ don’t call me that! Take some of that God-damn medicine!”
“But you’d look nice in’a apron, ma.” The shorter man laughed, knocking back a lid full of that cough syrup.
“Chh.” Kuwabara simply sent another glare Yuusuke’s way and rinsed the dishes off, the quiet clinking filling the air. As he stacked them haphazardly in the dish-rack, he sighed. “You know, I wasn’t even gonna come over here? Sorta glad I did though, without me, you might have starved t’death…I did miss you, too. We ain’t really seen much of each other with my stupid school an’ yer job…Urameshi?”
The silence was suspicious, and a glance over his shoulder had Kuwabara shaking his head. Yuusuke was asleep, head propped up against his arms, letting out soft, little snores. “...I ain’t that boring.” Kuwabara dried his hands then walked around to his friend’s side; he looked dead to the world.
Instead of trying to wake him, Kuwabara wrapped one arm around Yuusuke’s waist and lifted the dead-weight teen up, only getting a sleep-grumble from the other.
After lowering the sleeping boy onto his bed, Kuwabara tucked the blankets around Yuusuke’s legs. He looked so…Non-threatening when he was asleep; Kuwabara was surprised. Most times he’d caught this guy sleeping; Yuusuke looked like he could kill someone in his sleep. Right now though, he looked really peaceful…
Brushing the hair away from Yuusuke’s face, Kuwabara forgot how angry he had been.
This…Wasn’t such a bad way to spend the day, really. It wasn’t over yet, so he had time to go home and…Do whatever he wanted.
Yuusuke mumbled in his sleep, pulled the covers up around his chin and Kuwabara smiled. Carefully tugging the blanket down a little so his friend didn’t smother, the red-head leaned over to press his lips against Yuusuke’s hot forehead. He could always play that off as checking his temperature– but, yeah, there were worse ways to spend a day.