Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Changes ❯ Hopes ( Chapter 1 )
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By: tresparesseux 
Or maybe not a hope, so much as wishing to define a reason.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.20.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 202 | Status: Work In Progress
Or maybe not a hope, so much as wishing to define a reason.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.20.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 202 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: All things related to Yuu Yuu Hakusho © Yoshihiro Togashi.
And for who? Urameshi. That asshole…
Another phone call, and another almost-favor, “C’mon, Kuwabara, I just got to pick a few things up! I’ll buy you a beer or two if you come along an’ don’t start shit!”
What was that? It was unnatural; Yuusuke asking for anything, even that way… Something had to be going on. Kuwabara had been torn between crawling back into bed and wasting his day off (a Saturday, the freest day of the week!) sleeping, or, getting bundled up and waiting around in the low-double digit weather for God-knew how long.
No surprise he had chosen the harder thing. Choices were one of the few things Kuwabara hated about growing up.
When you were a child the important things were watching your favorite cartoons, if your favored crayon was going to be in the box next time.
As he entered his young adult-hood, all that Kuwabara had worried about were grades and beating Urameshi at something, anything. Even fighting youkai for the fate of the world wasn’t a difficult thing in matter of choice; you did what was right, protected those important and saved the day.
Simple.
Now that he was older, everything was suddenly difficult. Take the bus, or walk? Is the subway worth the effort today? Exams and finding work and living on ones’ own; why was growing up so difficult and so full of questions…
There was one thing in his life that was never a issue, the one thing that- if Kuwabara had thought ahead- he would never have expected to be his ‘rock’, his ‘safe haven’ as it were; and that was Yuusuke. Seeing him, talking to him, any and all interaction with the other man was what he looked forward to every day.
‘When did this happened?’ Kuwabara would stop to think, on his way here or there, between everything and in the silent moments before sleep. ‘When did I start thinking…Of him?’
Although it was true he had been just short of obsessed with Yuusuke when they were younger, this wasn’t the burning fervor to beat Urameshi’s smirking face into the ground and it had started the month before. With that visit when Yuusuke was ill, and that…Kiss.
No matter what way he looked at it, Kuwabara couldn’t deny that it had been one and oh, how he had tried. No excuse he could think of explained it away; he had given his rival of so many years a kiss, and was now unable to stop thinking about him.
That…Wasn’t right, it wasn’t! Even if Yukina wasn’t around any more- she had returned home, and he understood why she needed to go back- he still loved her, right?
This sweet and sick feeling that twisted up his insides whenever he thought of Urameshi wasn’t…Love. Love was the over-the-top excitement and giddy joy Kuwabara felt when he had first met Yukina. Wasn’t it?
Jostled back into reality by a sharp jab on his side, Kuwabara glared down at Yuusuke- Red faced and grinning up at him. “I said, hey!”
“Don’t sneak up on me like that! Almost stopped my heart!”
They were standing so closely Kuwabara could feel Yuusuke’s body heat, how had he never noticed how nice Urameshi’s laughter was- Oh, God damn it, what was wrong with him?
The red-head ‘humph’ed , turning away to try and rub feeling back into his cheeks as Yuusuke snickered behind him. “Stop yer heart? You getting’ that old, huh? “
“Eh, shut up.” Kuwabara grumped, stuffing his hands back into his pockets. “So where’re we supposed to go?”
”Oh, yeah, that place.” Yuusuke grinned again- AN ARROW THROUGH KUWABARA’S HEART- and turned away from the window display, already starting down the sidewalk with Kuwabara grumbling yet trailing behind. “Jus’ follow me, geezer.”
“Shut up, shut up and shut up!”
Okay, sure, it wasn’t…Like a date or anything, no.
Of course not, but…It was really nice, in the way they were spending time together without fighting or due to some saving-the-world shit. Watching Yuusuke smile and wander around the little store, laughing at a rack of girl’s clothes and pointing out a bin of hats. “Aha, look’it this!” He held up a blue knit hat, the kind with flaps to go over ears, little yellow cats poorly knitted into the edge.
“Looks like it’d suit you just fine.” Yuusuke snickered, swiftly putting the hat over Kuwabara’s head, tugging the flaps down and giving the end of Kuwabara’s nose a playful flick. “There, now ya’ won’t get all red-faced from th’cold anymore.” And the red-head felt like his feet were suddenly insubstantial, he was going to float right away–Oh God, seriously what was wrong with him???
“O-oh yeah? Well this one suits you!” He tried to alleviate his sudden onset of butterflies by rummaging around the bin and pulling out a hot pink one with a white puff on top. But when he turned, hat in hand, Urameshi was already gone- Off among some racks of clothing and calling out for Kuwabara to join him.
The next half-hour was spent letting Urameshi toss things into his arms and listening to rambles about things Kuwabara didn’t really understand; stuff about cooking and people he had never met, but somehow it was…It was so nice, they hadn’t even argued all day!
“And I swear, if that old man had stayed alive, I coulda’ taken him!”
“Huh? Who?”
”Ain’t you listening? Raizen, moron. Y’know, my ‘youkai ancestor’? Yeah…I could’a taken him if he hadn’t croaked...” Yuusuke snorted, holding out some ugly, brown sweater to study it. “I ever even told you about him?”
“Nah, Kurama mentioned him a few times but you ain’t ever.”
”Well, he liked humans,” Yuusuke said, putting that ugly thing back and rapidly looking through the rest, “Used to eat them- but then, he fell in love with a human woman and didn’t wanna anymore.”
“Y…You come from human eatin’ youkai?” Kuwabara had to stammer, amusing Yuusuke with the look of horror on his face as the dark-haired man laughed and glanced over his shoulder at Kuwabara.
“Yeah, but I ain’t ever wanted to eat anyone. What,” Yuusuke asked with a smirk, “wouldn’t you be my friend if I did wanna gnaw on people?”
“I…You’d still be you an’ all…But it’s people, Urameshi, how’d I choose?”
”Ahaha, jeez, calm down before your brain breaks!” Looking more pleased by this than Kuwabara thought he had right to, Yuusuke turned away. “Come on, geezer, let’s go THEN we’ll get a few cold ones.”
Regularly, Kuwabara wouldn’t even dream of thinking about drinking- Shizuru would kill him before he could explain it- but if it meant spending more time around Urameshi NOT fighting, then he’d risk it. And so, he wasn’t really paying the best attention while the cashier added up the purchase, until Yuusuke nudged his side; smiling and holding out his hand, the smaller man quipped, “You got any cash on ya’?”
”Wh- What? Why?” The way Yuusuke was looking at him, sort of puppy-dog eyed combined with, of course, how nice he was being had Kuwabara suddenly doubting his motives. “Wait…Did you call me out just to bum money off’a me!?”
“Well I ain’t got paid yet and I gotta get Keiko somethin’ for Christmas…” Kuwabara gaped as Yuusuke said this, mouth working with no words coming out until he dropped the clothing from his arms onto the counter, tearing the hat from his own head and throwing it at Yuusuke.
“So go bum off of her!”
“She’d know!”
”Then…Then, Kurama, he’d be glad t’help!”
“He’s on some vacation thing with his family! What’s th’ big deal, it’s just money!” Yuusuke fumed right back, what was Kuwabara’s problem? Yuusuke hadn’t hit him or anything! Yet here he was, acting all indignant.
“MY money! Not yours, not…Yukimura’s! Mine!”
”Stop yellin’,” Leaning away from Kuwabara, Yuusuke spared a glance around the store; it was weird not being the one causing the trouble. Now he knew how Keiko felt when he made a scene about trying on clothes and such- “I’ll pay you back!” Not to mention how pissed off Kuwabara looked, it was a little surprising. “You didn’t wanna spend time with me at all! All that bein’ nice was just t’get money off of me!” The red-head was steadily growing redder, his voice reaching a pitch that had it cracking.
“W–Why’re you acting like such a damn pussy, ain’t like you’re good for anything else!” Somehow, Yuusuke realized that wasn’t the right thing to say as soon as it left his mouth, and that was without seeing Kuwabara’s whole demeanor suddenly collapse and then rebuild out of rage. But, to his -again- surprise, Kuwabara didn’t even say a word back and simply stormed out of the shop. Yuusuke had expected him to explode in some flurry of righteous anger like he always did. After all, he didn’t mean that, it was just to piss Kuwabara off…
He would much rather be fighting with Urameshi right now; Getting his own ass handed to him, sure, but that would be better than how tongue-tied he had been and...How horrible he felt. Of course Yuusuke wasn’t nice to Kuwabara for any reason other than to get something, he was Urameshi. That asshole just wasn’t a nice guy, he was always…Well, an asshole.
So why was it that hearing that bullshit had hurt Kuwabara’s feelings so much? ‘I’m turnin’ into some weepy chick! That goddamn asshole jerk-wad!’ It wasn’t fair! No, and…And, when he got home, he was going to never think of it again! Maybe Shizuru would help him see Yukina again, or (heaven forbid) set him up with some girl she knew.
“Hey, Kuwabara! Wait for me!” Yuusuke shouting out to him broke Kuwabara’s train of thought, but the red-head simply kept walking even as he heard Yuusuke catching up. “Hey, didn’t you hear me?”
“…Go away.” He huffed, pointedly not looking towards Urameshi. The sidewalk was MUCH more interesting!
”Oh, come on. You know I didn’t mean that!”
”Oh yeah, you never mean the shit you say to me.”
“…Not usually.”
”Yeah, right. Only time you’ve even talked to me lately was to ask me fer shit!”
”Well, yeah! I mean, who else would do it?” Now Kuwabara stopped cold, turning on Yuusuke to jab a finger in his face. “Yukimura! She’s your girlfriend and all. Or, yer ma, she’s your MOM.”
Yuusuke laughed, genuinely grinning up at Kuwabara and ignoring his attempt to be threatening. “C’mon, neither of them would come as fast asyou do. You’re like…a loyal dog!”
”I ain’t your pet!”
”That’s not what I said,” Yuusuke rolled his eyes, grabbing the taller man’s wrist as he tried to walk away again. “,I just haven’t met anybody else that was so loyal to his friends, any of ‘em! I mean…I’d call you first if I was in trouble ‘cause you would one-hundred percent show up right away.”
“…Bumming money off me isn’t the same.”
”Tch, can’t you get over it?”
”No! You- I just wanted t’spend time with you-“
To this, Urameshi raised his brows, wasn’t like Kuwabara to say that, at least. “What’s that mean?”
”Means I missed you! Yeah, I said it,” He suddenly blurted, brushing Yuusuke’s hand away and grabbing the others’ coat collar,”I missed yer stupid ass. All that time you spent in th’makai, and now…It’s like we reached some fork in the road, and you’re takin’ the one I can’t follow you down.” Then he released his hold and looked away, feeling sort of ashamed to actually say it.
Yuusuke was silent for a few moments, only adding to Kuwabara’s discomfort. “Here,” Kuwabara started at the break in the silence, and was confused as Urameshi shoved something into his hands. It was that stupid hat. “,I paid for it myself, so you don’t gotta make a scene.”
”…Thanks…” Holding that badly made, ugly thing in his hands, Kuwabara felt like he could start crying at any moment; one way or another they really were drifting apart. He was changing all the time, and apparently, Urameshi was too. It…Just, really hurt to think soon, the one person he’d had in his life nearly every day for five years could suddenly disappear from his sight.
So he tugged that hat over his head, face still down turned so he didn’t have to look at Yuusuke as the other man cleared his throat, “Plus…I wouldn’t ever go far enough that you couldn’t follow me.”
And Kuwabara had to look at Yuusuke; red-faced from the cold and looking very somber, he was sure nothing in the history of anything had looked as nice. “Not like I could ever stand to loose my loyal dog. I’d be pretty lonely if I couldn’t turn ‘round and see you th–“
That was it, without knowing what or why he was doing it, Kuwabara had stepped in closer; one hand touching Yuusuke’s face and leaning over to touch their wind-chapped lips together. And time seemed to stand still. Or maybe it was stretching out, longer and longer and filled with the soft sensation of Yuusuke’s lips, the way he smelled and felt- until it ended with Urameshi pulling away, time snapped and everything was moving normally again.
Dark brown eyes wide enough to be rimmed with white, Yuusuke was actually gaping at Kuwabara, speechless, but Kuwabara knew soon enough he’d probably start yelling and hitting and…Everything else.
“S-s-sorry, I’m sorry!” So he was already backing away, dashing the opposite direction, not sparing a look back. His lips still had that lingering warmth on them, and Kuwabara was sure he had just made the biggest mistake of his entire life.
***
“He’s late…” Waiting outside some little, too frilly to be believed café, Kuwabara glanced at his watch then to the sidewalk full of people. The holiday season had descended in full force on the city, lights and decorations graced nearly every store window; signs boasting to beat any prices. So on and on, here he was, in the same spot he’d been waiting the past hour out in.And for who? Urameshi. That asshole…
Another phone call, and another almost-favor, “C’mon, Kuwabara, I just got to pick a few things up! I’ll buy you a beer or two if you come along an’ don’t start shit!”
What was that? It was unnatural; Yuusuke asking for anything, even that way… Something had to be going on. Kuwabara had been torn between crawling back into bed and wasting his day off (a Saturday, the freest day of the week!) sleeping, or, getting bundled up and waiting around in the low-double digit weather for God-knew how long.
No surprise he had chosen the harder thing. Choices were one of the few things Kuwabara hated about growing up.
When you were a child the important things were watching your favorite cartoons, if your favored crayon was going to be in the box next time.
As he entered his young adult-hood, all that Kuwabara had worried about were grades and beating Urameshi at something, anything. Even fighting youkai for the fate of the world wasn’t a difficult thing in matter of choice; you did what was right, protected those important and saved the day.
Simple.
Now that he was older, everything was suddenly difficult. Take the bus, or walk? Is the subway worth the effort today? Exams and finding work and living on ones’ own; why was growing up so difficult and so full of questions…
There was one thing in his life that was never a issue, the one thing that- if Kuwabara had thought ahead- he would never have expected to be his ‘rock’, his ‘safe haven’ as it were; and that was Yuusuke. Seeing him, talking to him, any and all interaction with the other man was what he looked forward to every day.
‘When did this happened?’ Kuwabara would stop to think, on his way here or there, between everything and in the silent moments before sleep. ‘When did I start thinking…Of him?’
Although it was true he had been just short of obsessed with Yuusuke when they were younger, this wasn’t the burning fervor to beat Urameshi’s smirking face into the ground and it had started the month before. With that visit when Yuusuke was ill, and that…Kiss.
No matter what way he looked at it, Kuwabara couldn’t deny that it had been one and oh, how he had tried. No excuse he could think of explained it away; he had given his rival of so many years a kiss, and was now unable to stop thinking about him.
That…Wasn’t right, it wasn’t! Even if Yukina wasn’t around any more- she had returned home, and he understood why she needed to go back- he still loved her, right?
This sweet and sick feeling that twisted up his insides whenever he thought of Urameshi wasn’t…Love. Love was the over-the-top excitement and giddy joy Kuwabara felt when he had first met Yukina. Wasn’t it?
Jostled back into reality by a sharp jab on his side, Kuwabara glared down at Yuusuke- Red faced and grinning up at him. “I said, hey!”
“Don’t sneak up on me like that! Almost stopped my heart!”
They were standing so closely Kuwabara could feel Yuusuke’s body heat, how had he never noticed how nice Urameshi’s laughter was- Oh, God damn it, what was wrong with him?
The red-head ‘humph’ed , turning away to try and rub feeling back into his cheeks as Yuusuke snickered behind him. “Stop yer heart? You getting’ that old, huh? “
“Eh, shut up.” Kuwabara grumped, stuffing his hands back into his pockets. “So where’re we supposed to go?”
”Oh, yeah, that place.” Yuusuke grinned again- AN ARROW THROUGH KUWABARA’S HEART- and turned away from the window display, already starting down the sidewalk with Kuwabara grumbling yet trailing behind. “Jus’ follow me, geezer.”
“Shut up, shut up and shut up!”
***
‘That place’ turned out to be a small, tucked away used clothing store. How Yuusuke knew about such a place was beyond Kuwabara. Maybe Keiko had dragged him here before or something. It didn’t really matter though! At least he thought that, some kind of giggly joy was bubbling up inside the red-head. Even if it was a clothes store, even if he had no idea WHY Urameshi had asked him out, he had asked Kuwabara out!Okay, sure, it wasn’t…Like a date or anything, no.
Of course not, but…It was really nice, in the way they were spending time together without fighting or due to some saving-the-world shit. Watching Yuusuke smile and wander around the little store, laughing at a rack of girl’s clothes and pointing out a bin of hats. “Aha, look’it this!” He held up a blue knit hat, the kind with flaps to go over ears, little yellow cats poorly knitted into the edge.
“Looks like it’d suit you just fine.” Yuusuke snickered, swiftly putting the hat over Kuwabara’s head, tugging the flaps down and giving the end of Kuwabara’s nose a playful flick. “There, now ya’ won’t get all red-faced from th’cold anymore.” And the red-head felt like his feet were suddenly insubstantial, he was going to float right away–Oh God, seriously what was wrong with him???
“O-oh yeah? Well this one suits you!” He tried to alleviate his sudden onset of butterflies by rummaging around the bin and pulling out a hot pink one with a white puff on top. But when he turned, hat in hand, Urameshi was already gone- Off among some racks of clothing and calling out for Kuwabara to join him.
The next half-hour was spent letting Urameshi toss things into his arms and listening to rambles about things Kuwabara didn’t really understand; stuff about cooking and people he had never met, but somehow it was…It was so nice, they hadn’t even argued all day!
“And I swear, if that old man had stayed alive, I coulda’ taken him!”
“Huh? Who?”
”Ain’t you listening? Raizen, moron. Y’know, my ‘youkai ancestor’? Yeah…I could’a taken him if he hadn’t croaked...” Yuusuke snorted, holding out some ugly, brown sweater to study it. “I ever even told you about him?”
“Nah, Kurama mentioned him a few times but you ain’t ever.”
”Well, he liked humans,” Yuusuke said, putting that ugly thing back and rapidly looking through the rest, “Used to eat them- but then, he fell in love with a human woman and didn’t wanna anymore.”
“Y…You come from human eatin’ youkai?” Kuwabara had to stammer, amusing Yuusuke with the look of horror on his face as the dark-haired man laughed and glanced over his shoulder at Kuwabara.
“Yeah, but I ain’t ever wanted to eat anyone. What,” Yuusuke asked with a smirk, “wouldn’t you be my friend if I did wanna gnaw on people?”
“I…You’d still be you an’ all…But it’s people, Urameshi, how’d I choose?”
”Ahaha, jeez, calm down before your brain breaks!” Looking more pleased by this than Kuwabara thought he had right to, Yuusuke turned away. “Come on, geezer, let’s go THEN we’ll get a few cold ones.”
Regularly, Kuwabara wouldn’t even dream of thinking about drinking- Shizuru would kill him before he could explain it- but if it meant spending more time around Urameshi NOT fighting, then he’d risk it. And so, he wasn’t really paying the best attention while the cashier added up the purchase, until Yuusuke nudged his side; smiling and holding out his hand, the smaller man quipped, “You got any cash on ya’?”
”Wh- What? Why?” The way Yuusuke was looking at him, sort of puppy-dog eyed combined with, of course, how nice he was being had Kuwabara suddenly doubting his motives. “Wait…Did you call me out just to bum money off’a me!?”
“Well I ain’t got paid yet and I gotta get Keiko somethin’ for Christmas…” Kuwabara gaped as Yuusuke said this, mouth working with no words coming out until he dropped the clothing from his arms onto the counter, tearing the hat from his own head and throwing it at Yuusuke.
“So go bum off of her!”
“She’d know!”
”Then…Then, Kurama, he’d be glad t’help!”
“He’s on some vacation thing with his family! What’s th’ big deal, it’s just money!” Yuusuke fumed right back, what was Kuwabara’s problem? Yuusuke hadn’t hit him or anything! Yet here he was, acting all indignant.
“MY money! Not yours, not…Yukimura’s! Mine!”
”Stop yellin’,” Leaning away from Kuwabara, Yuusuke spared a glance around the store; it was weird not being the one causing the trouble. Now he knew how Keiko felt when he made a scene about trying on clothes and such- “I’ll pay you back!” Not to mention how pissed off Kuwabara looked, it was a little surprising. “You didn’t wanna spend time with me at all! All that bein’ nice was just t’get money off of me!” The red-head was steadily growing redder, his voice reaching a pitch that had it cracking.
“W–Why’re you acting like such a damn pussy, ain’t like you’re good for anything else!” Somehow, Yuusuke realized that wasn’t the right thing to say as soon as it left his mouth, and that was without seeing Kuwabara’s whole demeanor suddenly collapse and then rebuild out of rage. But, to his -again- surprise, Kuwabara didn’t even say a word back and simply stormed out of the shop. Yuusuke had expected him to explode in some flurry of righteous anger like he always did. After all, he didn’t mean that, it was just to piss Kuwabara off…
***
He wasn’t going to cry. If he cried…Eikichi would loose all her fur! If he cried, when he got home, Shizuru would have repainted his room pink or something. Kuwabara repeated these (made up) reasons why shedding a single tear over this shit would only end horribly.He would much rather be fighting with Urameshi right now; Getting his own ass handed to him, sure, but that would be better than how tongue-tied he had been and...How horrible he felt. Of course Yuusuke wasn’t nice to Kuwabara for any reason other than to get something, he was Urameshi. That asshole just wasn’t a nice guy, he was always…Well, an asshole.
So why was it that hearing that bullshit had hurt Kuwabara’s feelings so much? ‘I’m turnin’ into some weepy chick! That goddamn asshole jerk-wad!’ It wasn’t fair! No, and…And, when he got home, he was going to never think of it again! Maybe Shizuru would help him see Yukina again, or (heaven forbid) set him up with some girl she knew.
“Hey, Kuwabara! Wait for me!” Yuusuke shouting out to him broke Kuwabara’s train of thought, but the red-head simply kept walking even as he heard Yuusuke catching up. “Hey, didn’t you hear me?”
“…Go away.” He huffed, pointedly not looking towards Urameshi. The sidewalk was MUCH more interesting!
”Oh, come on. You know I didn’t mean that!”
”Oh yeah, you never mean the shit you say to me.”
“…Not usually.”
”Yeah, right. Only time you’ve even talked to me lately was to ask me fer shit!”
”Well, yeah! I mean, who else would do it?” Now Kuwabara stopped cold, turning on Yuusuke to jab a finger in his face. “Yukimura! She’s your girlfriend and all. Or, yer ma, she’s your MOM.”
Yuusuke laughed, genuinely grinning up at Kuwabara and ignoring his attempt to be threatening. “C’mon, neither of them would come as fast asyou do. You’re like…a loyal dog!”
”I ain’t your pet!”
”That’s not what I said,” Yuusuke rolled his eyes, grabbing the taller man’s wrist as he tried to walk away again. “,I just haven’t met anybody else that was so loyal to his friends, any of ‘em! I mean…I’d call you first if I was in trouble ‘cause you would one-hundred percent show up right away.”
“…Bumming money off me isn’t the same.”
”Tch, can’t you get over it?”
”No! You- I just wanted t’spend time with you-“
To this, Urameshi raised his brows, wasn’t like Kuwabara to say that, at least. “What’s that mean?”
”Means I missed you! Yeah, I said it,” He suddenly blurted, brushing Yuusuke’s hand away and grabbing the others’ coat collar,”I missed yer stupid ass. All that time you spent in th’makai, and now…It’s like we reached some fork in the road, and you’re takin’ the one I can’t follow you down.” Then he released his hold and looked away, feeling sort of ashamed to actually say it.
Yuusuke was silent for a few moments, only adding to Kuwabara’s discomfort. “Here,” Kuwabara started at the break in the silence, and was confused as Urameshi shoved something into his hands. It was that stupid hat. “,I paid for it myself, so you don’t gotta make a scene.”
”…Thanks…” Holding that badly made, ugly thing in his hands, Kuwabara felt like he could start crying at any moment; one way or another they really were drifting apart. He was changing all the time, and apparently, Urameshi was too. It…Just, really hurt to think soon, the one person he’d had in his life nearly every day for five years could suddenly disappear from his sight.
So he tugged that hat over his head, face still down turned so he didn’t have to look at Yuusuke as the other man cleared his throat, “Plus…I wouldn’t ever go far enough that you couldn’t follow me.”
And Kuwabara had to look at Yuusuke; red-faced from the cold and looking very somber, he was sure nothing in the history of anything had looked as nice. “Not like I could ever stand to loose my loyal dog. I’d be pretty lonely if I couldn’t turn ‘round and see you th–“
That was it, without knowing what or why he was doing it, Kuwabara had stepped in closer; one hand touching Yuusuke’s face and leaning over to touch their wind-chapped lips together. And time seemed to stand still. Or maybe it was stretching out, longer and longer and filled with the soft sensation of Yuusuke’s lips, the way he smelled and felt- until it ended with Urameshi pulling away, time snapped and everything was moving normally again.
Dark brown eyes wide enough to be rimmed with white, Yuusuke was actually gaping at Kuwabara, speechless, but Kuwabara knew soon enough he’d probably start yelling and hitting and…Everything else.
“S-s-sorry, I’m sorry!” So he was already backing away, dashing the opposite direction, not sparing a look back. His lips still had that lingering warmth on them, and Kuwabara was sure he had just made the biggest mistake of his entire life.