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Music Of My Heart
The sky was dark, but stars shone brightly and the moon illuminated the sky as well. Four dark figures walked in pairs silently along the sidewalk. One was limping, and another needed support to walk. As they came to an intersection, the two figures walking in front turned around and nodded to the others. They parted their ways, continuing to walk to their destinations. An orange-haired man looked down upon the dark-haired one. "So Urameshi, wonder what Keiko's going to say about all those bruises." Kuwabara said, in a hoarse voice.
Dressed in his usual green uniform, Yusuke looked ahead and shrugged. "The same thing she always says I guess." He answered this vaguely, but in his mind ran what she would say. 'Yusuke! Oh my gosh! Look at you! You're dirty and all beat up! What did I tell about going too hard on those demons? You could've been killed! I would've lost you, again.' The two men continued to walk for another couple of minutes before resuming speech again.
Kuwabara stopped short and looked up to the sky. "Well, guess I better be going. Yukina's probably worried sick." He gave a wry grin, and then began crossing the street. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, as the grin disappeared. 'Things don't seem the same anymore. Not like it was before. I guess those were the days when Urameshi was less disciplined and more stupid. Yeah, those were the days.'
Yusuke sighed as he reached his home. He slowly started for the doorknob. Once he reached it, the Spirit Detective hesitated. Shaking his head, Yusuke let go and found the spare key under the welcome carpet. Quietly, he opened the door to his home he shared with Keiko, now that they were married. Slipping off his shoes, the black-haired man headed straight for the shower. 'Yusuke, honey, remember to shower after your missions! You'll have gotten very dirty, and besides, seeing you like that worries me.' Everything Keiko repeatedly told Yusuke seemed to run through his mind. Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. The Spirit Detective splashed some cold water onto his face. Wiping away the steam against the mirror, Yusuke looked at himself. His expression was a serious one. The one he wore when something troubled him. He sighed, and looked downward. 'Yusuke, my boy, it's true. You've changed over the years' No longer the same sarcastic, and careless person you were at the age of fourteen.' After putting on his nightclothes, he sat down on his side of the bed. Yusuke stared out the window for a few moments, thinking of the changes he'd come to make. Shaking his head, he laid down next to his wife and fell asleep instantly. Keiko opened her eyes, but didn't say anything. Instead, her thought ran. 'Oh Yusuke. My dear Yusuke. You never cease to amaze me.' She smiled slightly, and closed her eyes.
Back at the Kuwabara resident, Yukina was busy healing her husband's wounds. During the process, the orange-haired man started down at the carpet. 'Come on Urameshi, I know you've changed, but not to the extent that you've become a serious-ass. It's uncomfortable for everyone when you're like this.' Kuwabara sighed, remembering the times that Yusuke won his battles merely by luck. This brought back memories of the time they fought against the four Saint Beasts. The Spirit Detective had used all of his life energy to save Botan and Keiko. If not for Kuwabara, he would have died again. 'That Urameshi, can't stay away from death huh? He has death for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.' Yukina, who had finished healing, noticed the silence from Kuwabara. He usually told her of the missions and how they defeated the enemy. Tonight was different. "Kazuma? Is something the matter?" She asked quietly.
Kuwabara looked up, and turned to face his wife. He smiled faintly, and answered softly as well. "No. Nothin'. Don't worry 'bout it." The man stood up, and started towards the stairs. "I'm going to go take a shower now. Get to bed, you're probably exhausted from waiting for me." Yukina, however, did not believe Kuwabara. She knew something was on his mind, but she would not push the subject any further tonight. Instead, she rose as well, and headed upstairs after her husband.
In the home of Kurama and Hiei, redhead stood by the bed, starting out the window. His expression was worried, as he frowned. Hiei sensed this unhappiness of his loved one, and asked softly. "Hn. What's wrong fox?"
Kurama shook his head, and sighed. "It's Yusuke. I'm sure you have sensed the changed in him."
Hiei flashed a quick grin, and answer. "Heh. Ningens are all like that." However, in his mind he knew that something was bothering Yusuke. He no longer had the will to fight. The Spirit Detective, as the little youkai had observed, wished to finish the fight as fast as possible.
"Do you think it is serious, Hiei?" Kurama's voice broke Hiei's train of thought. However, the fire demon merely shrugged.
"If we get involved, it'll just be another burden." He answered quickly, not wanting to think about it right now.
"I suppose so, but we will see." Kurama agreed, as he climbed in bed.
"." is speech. '.' is thought.
Music Of My Heart
The sky was dark, but stars shone brightly and the moon illuminated the sky as well. Four dark figures walked in pairs silently along the sidewalk. One was limping, and another needed support to walk. As they came to an intersection, the two figures walking in front turned around and nodded to the others. They parted their ways, continuing to walk to their destinations. An orange-haired man looked down upon the dark-haired one. "So Urameshi, wonder what Keiko's going to say about all those bruises." Kuwabara said, in a hoarse voice.
Dressed in his usual green uniform, Yusuke looked ahead and shrugged. "The same thing she always says I guess." He answered this vaguely, but in his mind ran what she would say. 'Yusuke! Oh my gosh! Look at you! You're dirty and all beat up! What did I tell about going too hard on those demons? You could've been killed! I would've lost you, again.' The two men continued to walk for another couple of minutes before resuming speech again.
Kuwabara stopped short and looked up to the sky. "Well, guess I better be going. Yukina's probably worried sick." He gave a wry grin, and then began crossing the street. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, as the grin disappeared. 'Things don't seem the same anymore. Not like it was before. I guess those were the days when Urameshi was less disciplined and more stupid. Yeah, those were the days.'
Yusuke sighed as he reached his home. He slowly started for the doorknob. Once he reached it, the Spirit Detective hesitated. Shaking his head, Yusuke let go and found the spare key under the welcome carpet. Quietly, he opened the door to his home he shared with Keiko, now that they were married. Slipping off his shoes, the black-haired man headed straight for the shower. 'Yusuke, honey, remember to shower after your missions! You'll have gotten very dirty, and besides, seeing you like that worries me.' Everything Keiko repeatedly told Yusuke seemed to run through his mind. Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. The Spirit Detective splashed some cold water onto his face. Wiping away the steam against the mirror, Yusuke looked at himself. His expression was a serious one. The one he wore when something troubled him. He sighed, and looked downward. 'Yusuke, my boy, it's true. You've changed over the years' No longer the same sarcastic, and careless person you were at the age of fourteen.' After putting on his nightclothes, he sat down on his side of the bed. Yusuke stared out the window for a few moments, thinking of the changes he'd come to make. Shaking his head, he laid down next to his wife and fell asleep instantly. Keiko opened her eyes, but didn't say anything. Instead, her thought ran. 'Oh Yusuke. My dear Yusuke. You never cease to amaze me.' She smiled slightly, and closed her eyes.
Back at the Kuwabara resident, Yukina was busy healing her husband's wounds. During the process, the orange-haired man started down at the carpet. 'Come on Urameshi, I know you've changed, but not to the extent that you've become a serious-ass. It's uncomfortable for everyone when you're like this.' Kuwabara sighed, remembering the times that Yusuke won his battles merely by luck. This brought back memories of the time they fought against the four Saint Beasts. The Spirit Detective had used all of his life energy to save Botan and Keiko. If not for Kuwabara, he would have died again. 'That Urameshi, can't stay away from death huh? He has death for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.' Yukina, who had finished healing, noticed the silence from Kuwabara. He usually told her of the missions and how they defeated the enemy. Tonight was different. "Kazuma? Is something the matter?" She asked quietly.
Kuwabara looked up, and turned to face his wife. He smiled faintly, and answered softly as well. "No. Nothin'. Don't worry 'bout it." The man stood up, and started towards the stairs. "I'm going to go take a shower now. Get to bed, you're probably exhausted from waiting for me." Yukina, however, did not believe Kuwabara. She knew something was on his mind, but she would not push the subject any further tonight. Instead, she rose as well, and headed upstairs after her husband.
In the home of Kurama and Hiei, redhead stood by the bed, starting out the window. His expression was worried, as he frowned. Hiei sensed this unhappiness of his loved one, and asked softly. "Hn. What's wrong fox?"
Kurama shook his head, and sighed. "It's Yusuke. I'm sure you have sensed the changed in him."
Hiei flashed a quick grin, and answer. "Heh. Ningens are all like that." However, in his mind he knew that something was bothering Yusuke. He no longer had the will to fight. The Spirit Detective, as the little youkai had observed, wished to finish the fight as fast as possible.
"Do you think it is serious, Hiei?" Kurama's voice broke Hiei's train of thought. However, the fire demon merely shrugged.
"If we get involved, it'll just be another burden." He answered quickly, not wanting to think about it right now.
"I suppose so, but we will see." Kurama agreed, as he climbed in bed.