Hey All. I'm here with a little thing I wrote today to get an idea out of my over filled mind. I do hope that you all like it. This is not in my normal style, and I do not think I do it all that well. I know other peole have used it, and I find I like most stroies/fics that use it. Any way all, I hope you like it, and please let me know what you think about it. Feedback is always loved.
These people, the setting, and the story line are not mine. The idea for this is though, please any more people writting this pair faint though it may be are love. Your love should go to Yoshihiro Togashi, for making such a great story for us all to love. I'm sorry it is done, but can not wait to see what else comes out for us to love.
This is for one of my friends on Verpets. I know lame and all that, but I do find the site fun. Dhemon dear, this is for you. Thank you sooo much for putting up with me and my moods. For always having my back and makeing me smile, even as my characters act up, you are one of my dearest friends and I hope you like this.
He knew that he couldn't go back to the Demon plain, not like his friends did. His lungs had been weak for a month after the last 'trip' he had made there. Human bodies were not meant to breathe in that poison after all. Or so Kurama had said.
Still it hurt not being able to follow after them, to be able to stand with his friends as battles popped up again and again. He was kept informed of the ever changing setting of the demon plain. Kurama liked to tell him about it. He figured it was helpful to the fox, letting him think of a different angel, so he never told him that it almost hurt more to hear about a world he could have no stake in.
That his friends were gone, sometimes for months at a time without any word to him, was more then a little upsetting, though he hid it by drowning himself in his school work. Oddly enough he was a smart guy, when he wasn't getting his head based in by Yusuke every other day. Still there had been moments when he had found himself staring at a blank wall, or out the window, caught up in ideas of what his old teammates were doing at that moment.
Still as he looked down at the head resting upon his chest, rising gently with his breathing, Kuwabara could almost learn to like them being gone. He knew the pain of losing this one woman would out weigh the pain of losing his friends. And that was exactly what was going to happen in the future. Yusuke had only given them three years, and then he would be back. Kuwabara wasn't crazy enough to think the woman in his arms would forget the detective, hell even he couldn't stop thinking about the kid. Regardless of that fact he was going to try, and make this woman his for good, instead of only for the next two years.
And for a moment, as she shifted in her sleep, face looking up at him with a small smile, and a name drifting off her lips, Kuwabara found himself hating one of his friends. Hating the pain this woman went through, pain that had driven her to him. Hated that one day he would have to see her go back to the detective, and face his own world of pain.
Still he loved her to much to put her needs after his. And so he simply closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her holding him tightly, even if the name falling from her lips wasn't his, but his best friends. A soft sigh of her name, and he let sleep claim him, knowing he would get no peace from his rest tonight.
Yusuke really was the better fighter after all.