There was so much he didn't know about her, in spite of the fact that he loved her. Love had come first, knowledge second, but that was how fairy tales ran too. He knew her immediate past alright, he had been part of that, had seen things through her eyes, watched the horrors that had been inflicted on her, but he didn't even know how old she was.
"Age doesn't matter," he told himself, muttering under his breath so the rest of the class couldn't hear him. "Love matters; a man's heart is what matters." He twiddled his fingers unconsciously, rubbing at the pinkie, that red string of fate.
No, her past didn't matter, not in way that some people looked for faults and mistakes in their lovers' pasts. The only reason he wondered what had gone on before his red-eyed angel had been captured, the only reason he cared was because it was her and he wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to spend every moment with her, hear her soft voice and kind words, or just feel her soothing presence. She had appeared in his moment of need and he would always think of her as his guardian angel, the spirit that had given him strength when he thought he was about to be defeated. She was perfection.
He didn't have a chance. Yes, he knew they were linked by fate and destiny, he had felt it immediately, and yes he had rescued her (along with some help from Urameshi), and the fact that she was a demon and hadn't been around many human males was probably in his favor too. But then he had never been known as a ladies' man, the only reason Keiko's friends were less afraid of him than Urameshi was because they thought he had rescued Keiko from that gang that had kidnapped her, and Yukina's first experience with humans had been enough to turn anyone off of the species as a whole. And she had gone away again while he had gone back to his normal life, to his school work. As much as he missed her he wasn't exactly enthusiastic about the idea of having to go to another tournament of death on the off chance that she would show up again. Right now she was probably searching for her lost brother, whoever that jerk was. He was nobody who deserved to have her as a sister if he never even made any effort to come find her.
But in spite of her relatives, and there must be some nasty ones in the bunch since she was a demon, he still loved her, and always would. Just the thought of her wide eyes, her adorable button nose, her pink little lips. Kuwabara smacked himself. No, she was his angel and he would be her knight. There was no chance he would ever kiss Yukina.