Six, Eight, Twelve
A songfic-one shot-letter for Keiko from Yusuke, takes place in the Makai Tournament Arc, or more specifically six months, eight days twelve hours from when he went away.
I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, Brian McKnight or his beautiful song 6,8,12.
Do you ever think about me?
Do you ever cry yourself to sleep?I
n the middle of the night when you awake?
Are you calling out for me?
Yusuke put his pen down and looked at the near empty page staring at him mockingly.
It was just a letter, right? Then why was he having such a hard time writing it? Simple. Because of whom it was for. Keiko Yukimura. The one girl who had been able to breach his defenses and make him feel. It had been hell leaving her. The fact that she threatened him with a new boyfriend didn't help either. He wasn't worried though. Call him presumptuous, but he was almost positive that Keiko wouldn't leave him.
Still, there was that nagging little almost…
Do you ever reminisce?
I can't believe I'm acting like this
I know it's crazy
How I still can feel your kiss
Three years was a long time to wait for someone. A lot could happen. Maybe he should have just let her go. God knew that he wasn't good enough for her. She didn't deserve someone who'd get killed by some random demon at any time and she sure as hell didn't deserve to be used as bait by people who wanted to get to him. She and the rest of his few friends were his one weakness. But even before all of them, before Kuwabara, Kurama, Hiei…before the whole "resurrection", it was always Keiko. Keiko who didn't shy away from the "scary" little boy whom everybody talked about. Keiko who made him approachable if not even slightly friendly. It was always her. So why was it so hard? Why couldn't he just tell her? Or at least write her?
It's been six months, eight days,
twelve hours since you went away
I miss you so much
And I don't know what to say
I should be over you
I should know better
But it's just not the case
It's been six months, eight days,
twelve hours since you went away
And now, he was here in the Makai, fighting for a throne he wouldn't even be able to keep. He couldn't. Not if he wanted Keiko. He promised her he'd be back in three years. And come hell or high water, he'd be there, dammit. He wanted to see her smile. He wanted to make her happy. He wanted…her. She was his everything. And now he missed her so very much. He thought back to the night he left, six months ago. She'd told him that she'd gotten into an all girls high school. That had an all-boys school next to it. She had also promised him an introduction to her new boyfriend when he got back. He came over that night and they'd talked. And he'd proposed. At first she hadn't been able to speak. Then she'd simply said "I love you." And that was that.
Do you ever ask about me?
Do your friends still tell you what to do?
Every time the phone rings
Do you wish it was me callin' you?
Do you still feel the same?
Or has time put out the flame
I miss you
Is everything ok?
Yusuke heaved a deep sigh. That was the first time she'd said those three words. Obviously, he'd known. There were too many signs and, contrary to popular belief, he wasn't a complete dolt. He'd walked home that night with a ridiculously large grin on his face. She loved him. Now those doubts that he'd worked so hard to put away were coming back. She would have probably been happier with someone like my exact opposite, someone who didn't get into so much trouble. He didn't know what to do. He stood up from the large desk where he had been attempting to write and walked to the bed where his pack was. He fumbled for his wallet and pulled out a worn picture of the whole group, noting his hand around Keiko's shoulders and her happy smile. There was just something about her…
It's hard enough just passing the time
When I can't seem to get you off my mind
And where is the good in goodbye?
Tell me why, tell me why?
She was his light. She looked at him, and saw something good. She was the reason he lived, literally. Her kiss had brought him back to life in more ways than one. And at that moment, he knew. Everything would be fine. He'd come back to her. With that last thought, he kicked the covers off the bed, and settled in for a night's rest.
Keiko Yukimura woke up with a start. She had been dreaming again. Yusuke's smiling face flashed in her mind. She smiled sadly. It had been six months eight days and (she looked at the clock), 12 hours since he'd been away. She still missed him. But she knew he'd be back. He had promised, after all. She wiped away the tears and lay back down, content to dream till morning came and brought her one step closer to seeing him again.
I love you Yusuke Urameshi.