This is inspired by "The Baby" by Blake Shelton. The mothers of the YYH boys are very different and in Kuwabara's case, never even seen, so these are tributes.

If it sounds in character it'll be a miracle. Yusuke doens't know his astronomy very well.

My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.

Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)

To say the least I was surprised by how many people showed up at ma's funeral.

Many of them looking less then approachable and more like they should be in jail.

Not that they could pull any funny business with me watching them, I'd kick their asses but still, I doubt the rest of the visitors where all that comfortable.

Keiko kept giving them glances but after one of them looked at her she stopped. She held my hand.

I never really questioned the things ma did. She drank, can't say I didn't for my own reasons (some of which Keiko claim to be 'deeply rooted feelings' pfft...). She wasn't a saint, neither was I. We were each other's only family and she kinda took care of me.

Housing and food qualifies, right?

Well, these guys kinda bring it into perspective. My question is how she even knew the mafia.

Some things will probably never been explained. I just can't believe it.

What was she? A hitman?

Did she drop drugs off or something? I mean I knew she didn't do any of the hard stuff and she could be trusted for that sort of thing. Ma was always someone you could trust with secrets and when it really mattered to do things. Like getting me back into school (of course that turned out to be rather...useless.)

I guess my whole life I never heard the whole story. I was busy with my own life, the fighting, skipping school and Keiko. Then Spirit World. I still remember how bad ma cried over me (her own patented way mind you) and from there we never really talked about, she cried a lot at first, I remember when I'd wake up and she'd be so happy she'd cry. Must be a mom thing. But yeah, busy. I didn't really think of my mom as a person, so much as a really drunk friend.

I guess if I thought of her as my mom I'd remember I didn't have a dad and that would always get me mad.

Keiko always calmed me down if that came up.

I look at the group again. I squeezed Keiko's hand and her parents are looking at us. Mafia to the left, support for...me I guess...to the right.

Stupid Cirrhosis of the liver. I must have kept her going though. Docter said it was years in the making. She was drinking a little at first, but I had kept her busy as a kid. Then when I went out on my own she had to fill the hours a bit more I guess.

Keiko told me once she wanted to wait to have kids because, once you're a mom your always a mom. You could find a cure for cancer, place a man on Jupiter and do the 10 meter dash in 4 seconds but if you were a mom, you were always a mom. Kinda like job security. She also said that it would be horribly hard to be a mom, and she wasn't ready for that yet and that 'well, it would be hard but you know what, Mom's always have fun with it. If you love your kids they could blow up a car and you'd pat them on the back and say that was nice but lets not do that again, sweety.'

I thought to myself that was rather masochistic but whatever. I think I'd like to be a dad.

Someday.

Not now, not today.

Today is for ma. The woman I simultaniously kept alive and ran down. The women that gave me the space I needed no matter how sad she got, because she knew that's how she could show she loved me.

Keiko hugs me when I start to cry.