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Yusuke inhaled a deep, deep breath.
For the first time in three years, the bottom of his beat up chucks touched Tokyo asphalt. The sunset painted the sky a burst of pink and orange behind the city skyline, and Yusuke felt he could almost taste the bright colors in the air, scent of human living on the wind; minuscule details he never noticed previously but learned to miss under the hot Makai sun and youkai stench.
He picked up his step, noticing places imprinted with his memories; he beat a school's thief's ass one summer behind that gas station, or that time Keiko tripped by that fence post and he laughed and they fought like cats and dogs for a week afterwards. Nostalgia and loneliness pinched his heart, and he jogged down the increasingly dim road. He turned right onto a residential street.
He almost wanted to pinch himself, to make sure the streetlights above really shined on regular ol Yusuke Urameshi in the human world, that this hauntingly familiar neighborhood was reality and not another dream. Nothing had changed, he felt like he could be fourteen again.
Yusuke's feet touched the porch of a medium sized two story house. A family home. Nothing unusual. Three years and two days late. Yusuke gulped. Very few times in the past had Yusuke Uramshi let fear creep into his thoughts, though his current anxiety wasn't from an opponent per se, and he had experience this particular kind of fear long before his job as spirit detective. His mouth dried out and he wiped his sweaty palms on the back of his jeans.
He took in another deep breath. His pulse roared in his ears.
'Get on with it, pussy.'
The door had a bell but he never used it. It was well after nine so the restaurant had to be closed. He knocked on the door like old times. The familiar echo reverberated through his heart.
He waited but heard nothing but the loud drones of cicadas. July heat clung to his back and neck through his tank top and the bugs sang in the midst of full summer. He heard no sound of activity from the house. Worry clenched in his gut, though he wasn't sure why. He hated this powerless feeling, anxious over the fact that maybe she had moved on with someone else, or something had happened, anything could have happened...Yusuke cursed himself. Man, was he ever a dumbass.
He rapped on the door, louder this time.
Finally he heard footsteps, soft clumsy steps, and he straightened his shoulders, prepared for the worse. Maybe she'd be pissed, maybe she..she had waited after all? She could also be at some after school shit and only his buddy Yukimura-san be home for all he knew, since he dropped by out of the blue.
He flinched on reflex waiting for the back hand slap he probably deserved when the door opened and a small form drew his gaze much lower to the floor. With the main door wide open and the screen half open Yusuke found himself peering into the wide curious brown eyes of a child.
Confusion muddled his thoughts. He knew he had the right damn house. He cleared his throat. "Hey there kid...uh.."
What in the fuck should he say? The little girl studied him with a noncommittal expression while standing boldly past the door onto the porch. She wore a little cotton polka dot dress, her ink black hair pulled into pigtails atop her head, ends grazing her little shoulders. Yusuke noticed she had a lot of hair for a toddler. "I'm uh, looking for Keiko."
She blinked up at him. "Keiko?" she mimicked.
Yusuke shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah's she's...brown hair, pretty, eighteen..." He thought maybe Keiko had family visiting from Osaka. That thought made the most sense.
"Keiko?" She chimed again.
Yusuke rubbed the back of his head with his hands. An awkward grin crossed his face. "Yeah. Keiko," he said again.
She turned and called back into the house. "MOMMA!"
Yusuke frowned, somewhat startled, and nervousness rose high in his throat when he heard quick, adult footsteps headed towards the door. His shoulders tensed but the baby waited in the doorway, nonplussed.
"Kaori!" A slim brunette entered the doorway and emotion flooded Yusuke's heart as if someone had both stabbed it and filled it with adoration. Keiko. She grasped the little girl's hand. "What did I tell you about opening the front door without-"
She swung her head up and noticed the frozen Yusuke standing beneath the awning. Time halted and he didn't hear the cicadas or the noises of the city anymore. Deep mahogany met chestnut brown eyes as they locked gazes.
Elation and guilt and love swelled his heart, but the right words wouldn't form on his lips. He repeated her name again. That's all he could manage.
He stepped back a pace without a thought when she rushed into his arms and he caught her, his hands around her waist, his senses bombed by lavender and the warm scent of Keiko herself and the Yukimura household. She clung to him like he was departing again and not returning home. He felt her soft curves, almost delicate in his strong arms, and he squeezed her tighter, unable to stop himself. Her bountiful breasts pushed against his chest and his face burned with a distinct memory. He hoped again that he really held his beautiful girlfriend in his arms, that he wouldn't wake to the rigid stone walls of his demon world chamber. He had it bad. He knew he did. He was as lovesick as his departed Mazoku Father.
After a long moment of no words, with Yusuke's face buried in her hair, she pulled back and cupped his face in her hands. Her fingers were soft like flower petals. "I've missed you," she whispered. Her eyes shimmered in the dim light with tears.
"Momma?"
Concerned, the toddler tugged on the bottom of Keiko's blouse. She had watched them with confusion and slight unease etched onto her little features, brown eyes changed from curiosity to suspicion. "Momma?"
Yusuke stared at Keiko, confusion slamming his thought process to a halt. The word the little one used again finally sank in to his brain, past the rush of seeing Keiko. Keiko's face flamed red, but she withdrew from him and enveloped the girl's tiny hand in her own. "It's ok baby," she soothed.
Yusuke's mouth hung open. He was at a total loss. He had not expected this, whatever this situation even was, he didn't know. Keiko beared his shocked reaction with an embarrassed smile.
She chewed the corner of her lip, a habit he recognized as nervousness. She used to tear her lips up during exams. "Come inside," She said.
Silent, he shoved his hands in his pockets and followed her in the house, unable to tear his gaze away from the little girl staring back at him with eerily familiar mahogany eyes.
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I know, I know, there are two other projects I need to be working on. But this is a present for the patient Yu x Kei fans. I need more stories with them so if ya'll want to write them I will read them! This story has been running around my head for a while. I don't think this plot has been done, but if not I felt it needs to exist so here is the first chapter. Keep in mind 1)I don't have a beta, 2)I just churned this out 3)Lets call it freestyle writing or something haha it's probably awful. I'll edit it better later. I break some writing rules I think, but this is fanfiction so fuck it lol.
This will be rated for Yusuke's mouth and some sexual stuff. A romance story so expect light smut, I would predict.
Lame fanfiction title is lame but I love Yusuke's eyes(is that weird? He's an anime dude but idgaf Yusuke is hot hot hot !) They have some significance. Also it's been awhile since I've watched the whole series, even though YYH was my childhood I still may forget some things, so if this happens feel free to correct me and I'll fix it.
I am continuing Heart of Youkai and Lost Rhapsody(my Hobbit fic), for anyone else reading.
Thanks for reading! Please write Yusuke/Keiko fics! And I'm older now so I love lemons haha. (I prefer the throwback term). I heart you!
v1 - Friday, 11:06 p.m. 3/4/16. )o(