Disclaimer: standard just because I am a very poor college student who makes less than $120 every week before taxes. Feel sorry for me. Good

This is not my typical type of story. There are no pairings. I feel sorry for that but it just wouldn't be right. This story is about Kuwabara and I really don't like him but I tried. I don't write long stories or anything.

Reviews will be accepted and appreciated. Characters may and quite possibly be out of character. Enjoy.

Kuawabara's Mistake, Guild, and Solution

I wonder if my friends still think about me. After I ran away from them, I couldn't blame a single one of them is the hate me.

After the last battle, I just couldn't stand myself. Did I sink to such a low level that I would injure my sister. Some demon had grabbed a hold of her. I had sliced his hands off.

I know that I was capable of not hitting my sister, but I did slice her. I got her right shoulder and it had felt like it was right to hurt her like that. Have I become so bloodthirsty while I have been working for Koenma?

I saw the hurt in my sister's eyes and that was when I started to feel a little guilty. My friends asked me what was wrong with me when I started laughing when my sister passed out.

All of the sudden, I noticed all the blood and I started to shake. I turned and ran. I showed everyone what a coward I am. I don't even know if my sister is still alive.

I haven't used any of my special skills. That includes my energy. Haven't since I ran away, but I think I will use my energy one last time. I take my sword and plunge it through my heart and as I lay here, I think of a few things.

I think of my friends, I think about how I hurt them by running away. The person that I think most about and how I hurt them is my sister. I love you, Shizuru, my sister. I am sorry for hurting you the first time and for this very last time. Love always from Kazuma, your little brother.