Disclaimer: I don't own YYH or "Bloody Valentine" by Good Charlotte (which was the inspiration for all of this.

He stood over the bloody body of his old friend. He had done the unthinkable. What would happen when the others found out? That didn't matter to him right now. He had to see her.

He took out his cell-phone. Dialing the number, he waited as the phone rang.

"Hello?" He smiled as he heard her voice. "Who is it?"

"It's me," he replied. "...How are you?"

"Oh, hi! I'm fine. I just had the most wonderful night with..." She paused. "Um, is something wrong? Something doesn't seem right."

"No, nothing." There was silence. "... You know... I'm here."

"What are you talking about?"

The boy took that dreaded picture of his old friend, and sent it to her. It was probably the dumbest thing he had ever done, but he didn't care.

She screamed on the other end. "What...?" she sobbed. She could not continue.

She continued to cry. "What the hell did you do?!"

He would not answer. He hated himself for doing this, but he had to. That bastard did not deserve her. She was his.

He heard her on the other line, crying, tearing his heart apart. And as she mourned, he heard her phone drop to the floor, and everything became quiet.

He heard the sirens. Someone, probably her, had called the police. 'Oh, well.' He climbed through the window and felt the rain fall onto his skin, washing away all visible traces of blood.

Even now, as he ran through the dark alleys, soaking in the rain, he could imagine the headlines in the paper. "A Young Student Murdered". He had made sure to leave no evidence of him ever being there, aside from his dead, bloody freind, of course. He couldn't believe how easy it had been to kill his friend. Of course, he hadn't exactly been expected.

He entered her home and told her how he'd done it. How he'd snuck in through that window. How he'd waited for the other to step out from the bathroom, and how he'd pretended, for just a moment, that everything was fine between them. And then, at that final instant, he'd pounced on the other boy and ripped him apart mercilessly.

"You know, I had to do it. He didn't deserve you. Not at all."

"Bastard!" she yelled at him, still unable to keep her tears from falling. "Why would you...?!"

"Well, I guess I ought to tell you, if you really don't get it. You see, I had to kill him. For you. Everything was for you."

"You mean, because of me, you killed him?! But that doesn't make any sense! I never wanted..." She tried to stand up, but she couldn't. This had all happened because of her.

"Don't you see? He didn't deserve you, Botan. I... I did it all for the love of you."

"...You... Why?! It wasn't right!... What about... Keiko?!"

"You know I never did love that bitch," Yusuke smirked.

"What are you... going to do when Koenma finds out? Kuwabara and Hiei are going to kill you for this!"

"Ah, but they aren't. They aren't gonna find out." That dark look on his face terrified the blue haired girl more than anything in the world.

. . . The truth of the matter was, even if he wasn't going to be able to "convince" Botan not to spill his secret, he didn't care. After all, Botan was his now. And no one could do anything about that.

Honestly, I felt it was necessary to revise this story, and I like it much better this way.

I added to it, and corrected most of the spelling, I think.

Also, I got rid of the lyrics for certain reasons. Yeah.

In any case, I hope it was "enjoyable", I suppose.

And I'm honestly sorry I had to kill off Kurama of all people. Even back when I was a YYH fan, Kurama/Botan and Yusuke/Botan weren't at all on my favorite pairings list, but it was kind of unexpected for those who haven't read the early version, yes?

From March 2004 to December 2007, this fic is FINALLY closed.