Chapter 7

Keiko: First Love

Third Person POV:

Keiko Yukimoura sat at her desk, glaring down at the blank sheet of paper in front of her. One might thing that it was strange to glare at a piece of paper, but only if one did not know who Keiko had the highest grades at Seryiaski Jr. high. School just came naturally to her. Or at least it usually did. In her English class, she had been given one very simple assignment. Write her perception of life and adequately defend it.

It was simple, easy, a piece of cake. Yet, she didn't know what to write about. What was her life like? Or rather how was life in general for the average person? Ugh, this was so frustrating. Usually, she had perfect scores and great ideas. So, what was wrong with her today?

Just as she was getting even angrier, there was a sharp tap on her window. Keiko whirled around to see a familiar, green, jump-suited figure crouched on her sill. Her scowl turned to a bright grin as she went and flung the window open. It was the one person that she actually wanted to see at the rather the only person that she could always find time to see.

"S'up Keiko?" Yusuke grinned, landing perfectly on her floor, his hands propped up behind his head.

"Yusuke, what are you doing?" Her voice sounded somewhat stern and even more angry, but both people knew that she was actually very happy to see him.

"Can't I just come and visit you?" he smirked. Of course, he could but she couldn't just admit that or his ego would become even more enlarged.

"Can't you use the door like a normal person?"

"Me? Normal? Yeah riiiight," he scoffed. "And as for the door, well take a look at the clock."

She glanced up at the pink click on her wall. It read 1:00, as in a.m. "Oh, I didn't know that it was that late." She knew that she would be exhausted in the morning, but she had work to do and couldn't afford to put it off another day.

"Yeah, I was walking by and saw your light on," he muttered embarrassedly. He'd never admit it, but when he couldn't sleep, he would stand out side of her window and make sure that she was okay. No, that'd be way too weird... and too emotional for him. "What're you still doing up anyway?"

"I've been trying to work on my English paper," she admitted.

"Whoa, Keiko hasn't finished it yet?" he gasped in astonishment. Anyone would have expected her to be the first person to have finished and turned it in. But he supposed that there was a first time for everything.

"Well, we can't all get perfect scores, now can we?"

Urameshi chuckled to himself. "Isn't this backwards? I mean, who'd think that I'd have a perfect score on anything." His surface tone was joking and kind, but his meaning was very clear.

Keiko's brown eyes softened at that . She reached up and put her hands on his shoulders. "I knew that you could do it. You can do anything."

And that was another reason that Yusuke had dropped by. She actually believed in him. She knew that there was just more to him than what met the eye. He was more than a punk. He was more than a Spirit Detective. He was... Yusuke, and she knew just how great a person Yusuke was. That was why she pushed him so hard."Yeah and I know that you can do it too."

Interestingly enough, people never believe that smart people need to be reassured. And they would be wrong. Everybody needs someone to tell them that they're worth it sometimes. "Really?"

"Duh," he rolled his eyes. "Get back to work, and I'll read it when you're done."

Keiko couldn't help, but knew that he hated English work and he hated to read. Ah, he really would do almost anything for her. The only person in the whole world that would. "Thank you, but I'd do a lot better if you would leave."

"Leave?" he wondered. "Ah, I see. You can't concentrate while I'm here. Niiice."

Keiko blushed profusely at the thought of Yusuke standing over her while she tried to write her essay. And then she thought about him sitting in the corner with that bored look on his face... "Don't flatter yourself."

"Well, I guess I gotta go," he replied and leaned down to plant a sweet kiss on her cheek. "Night." And with that he climbed back out unto the ledge.

` She stood still for a moment before she realized something. She went over to the still open window and leant out of it. "Yuuusuke! You could've used the door!" She could have sworn that she had heard Yusuke's tell-tale chuckle from the ground. She shook her head, and went back to the desk.

Once again, she tired to concentrate on her paper. However, her thoughts kept falling back to Yusuke. Yusuke. She had an idea. Keiko picked up her pen and began to write.

Life is like your first love. Everything starts out smooth. You flirt, smile, laugh and enjoy every moment of it. In your mind, things couldn't get any better than they are at that second. But that 's just the infatuation phase. As the relationship progresses, you realize that your partner actually has flaws. He snores, he lies, he's afraid to show you his emotions.

At that point the two of you hit a snag. You cry all of the time, because you're not sure if you can make it any farther with that person. The tow of you decide that you need to 'take a break' because of you stay together then you might just break up. And all the while, you're falling apart. You don't feel like you can go on. There's a fake smile on your face, but you're crying on the inside. You walk around like a zombie and just try to recover some semblance of your former self. It's almost like some small puff of wind could blow you over, and maybe it should.

Just as you're thinking that you'll have to live in perpetual misery, he drops by your house. He visits you and apologizes. He promises to change and he hugs you tightly then he kisses you in that tender way of his. Then, you go back to how you were until it's time to jump over the next defining hurtle of your intertwined life.

As time goes on, you may regret your choices and experiences, but you'll always remember them. Good or bad, they're still there. Happy or sad. Confusing, muddle, troubled, difficult. It's your first love and the only thing that's more difficult than that is life itself.

Keiko read it over and over. It was pretty good, but she planned to rewrite it and make it even better if she could. Tomorrow, she thought as she yawned. She would edit it tomorrow, but now she sleepy. And a growing girl needed her rest.

Keiko got up from the desk and drowsily changed into her night gown. Somehow, she managed to slide in under the covers. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep and dreaming of Yusuke Urameshi, her own first love.

A/n:

Whoo-hoo! My seventh Chapter! I hope that it was good, and that you guys enjoyed it.

Keep reading and I'll keep writing. Oh and remember to review. Flames are welcome. They're what keep me warm and toasty at night. ;) .