I've been inactive for quite some time. But this story has been roaming around my computer for about a year or so (though I am not even close to completing it) ever since I realized how biased I used to be towards Kuwabara when I was younger. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I have no claim on Yu Yu Hakusho. If I did, there would be joy in my heart.

Chapter 1 – The Perfect Story

My name is Kawasaki Kenta. I'm a writer for the Sarayashiki Junior High School Paper—rather I'm their top news reporter and a highly valued member. Unfortunately, not everyone sees my merit and dazzling skill at writing along with my ability to get the facts straight, so I'm being threatened with expulsion from the paper…unless I can find a really good story to bring back the glam in my column. Being such a valued member, of course there are many offers of help and advice—namely none. Damn ingrates. I handpicked most of the staff that now runs the paper, and this is how they pay me back for my hours of assistance and dedication. So I'm sitting there at my desk, eating my peanut butter and chocolate sandwich while staring at my laptop with a writer's block, when it finally hits me.

I need someone who can rock the masses. Someone considered an outsider, yet still famous enough to be recognized in the hallways. Or rather…infamous. He's never been one to come to school, and lately it's been even worse. He hasn't vandalized anything or threatened anyone's livelihood for the past few months and the whole school has been on edge, waiting for the blowup Urameshi Yusuke is certain to have planned.

I can't believe I've never thought of it before. Urameshi is the perfect topic for my column, and he is news everyone wants to know about. What makes him tick? What makes him decide which people to beat up and which to leave alone. And the all-too-familiar question most guys have asked themselves—and I am no exception—how the hell did he get a babe like Yukimura Keiko?

Secretly, I've always envied him. He's been able to do anything he likes, and go against the grain. He doesn't have to listen to rules, he wears the wrong uniform color, and still has a beautiful girlfriend that is willing to put up with all the swearing, the violence, and the delinquency. And I guess that's part of the reason why learning more about him is such a tempting story for me; I want to understand his secret and how he can be so feared by everyone yet still so respected and loved by someone as sweet and intelligent as Yukimura-san.

My plan is to first approach those who know him best. I only know of two: the lovely Yukimura Keiko and the ugly hulk of a man Kuwabara Kazuma. So I have to catch up on the gossip and information about Urameshi and then find out the truth from these two. Perhaps they can even give me a tip off on other people who might give me what I need. I refuse to go to Urameshi's mother for answers though.

I remember seeing Urameshi's mother once; I had offered to go get a quote from her about Urameshi's supposed death. At the time it seemed like a really good idea. Not only was I raising my worth in Watari-sensei's eyes, who ran the newspaper with an iron fist without the velvet glove, I also got the inside scoop on what really had happened. I got something unexpected though, and it really set me back.

When I knocked on the door, she opened it after a few minutes of banging and crashes, and I was stunned to see her looking so exhausted and unhappy. I mean, of course, she should be saddened because of the loss of her son, but I did not expect the extent she brought that misery.

She had stared at me blankly when I tried to explain my purpose, and only when she placed a hand on my shoulder did I notice the stench that came from a mixture of unwashed skin and alcohol. She had been drunk and in tears the whole time, and in the end I felt so bad for asking for a quote that I left before even getting an answer. We had to make one up and I was blamed for that failure. I don't think I could ever face her again after so ruthlessly pressing on about her son when she was still in mourning over the loss. I had never been as grateful for Urameshi's will to live as I had been when he returned to school alive and healthy.

Even now, I can still remember her red, blotted face and pathetic cry of "Yusuke, you damn liar, god damn it, please don't leave me!". I have to wonder if my mother would be so upset at my death.

A loud ping from my laptop woke me from my musings, and to my disgruntlement, it was Ren. He is the little twerp who has been trying to usurp my position and fans for the past year. If he didn't have such a genius for writing, I would have tried to fire him the moment he came into the newsroom, damn the consequences. The message read:

Kenta-kun,

Yeah right, don't even try to sugarcoat your malicious intent, you filthy devil! My lips couldn't help but curl up in a snarl disdainfully, for even the greeting told me enough. He was trying to gloat.

My sincerest apologies for the latest hostilities in our newsroom. If it were up to me, I would request the utmost respect for your skill and seniority. It grieves me to see that you may be forced to resign your position soon enough—

Sure. I bet you're slathering over this like a wolf coming across a lame lamb. Everyone with eyes can see how much you want my job. Heck, you're the cause of most of the "latest hostilities" against me.

I can only warn you that you have a week to send in your newest story. I pray to Kami that it is enough to convince Watari-sensei that you truly deserve your spot as top reporter. I shall try to remind him of the great things you have done for us and for our beloved paper. Good luck and may your ink run smoothly.

Your eternal fan and friend,

Ren

If there is one thing I just can't get over with that boy, it's that he's got the smoothest writing I have ever seen. But he's got a lot to learn. Gloating before the game is even up is not a smart move. I'll make sure to rub it in his face after our dear Watari-sensei sees how important I am to our paper. He is right though—I've only got a week at best and Ren will be whispering all sorts of nasty things about me to Watari-sensei. I better get started tomorrow and make the best story possible out of Urameshi's misdemeanors and maybe even a few quotes from sweet Yukimura-san.

I hope you liked this chapter, and hopefully will continue to read. Thank you for your time.