I dedicate this chapter to myself!

I don't own YuYu Hakusho!

And don't think we're done. Oh, no. This is Keiko's chapter, and she's the last victim... but there's one more chapter. Stick with me for that one last chapter, okay?

So... here's chapter thirteen of "Your Horrorscope for Today". And this one is dedicated to all the Capricorns... and myself.

Capricorn–

"If I were you, I'd lock my doors and windows and never, never, never, never, never leave my house again."

Keiko was so glad she didn't have school. All her friends – the ones that were still alive – were away at summer camp. She had no reason to go outside if she didn't want to.

But even though she knew that she wouldn't die until she stepped foot outside, she didn't sleep well that night. Small noises that normally wouldn't have bothered her seemed especially loud and kept her up all night, terrified.

"You look like a zombie," her dad said jokingly when she came downstairs the next morning.

She grunted a response.

"Hey, Keiko, can you take the garbage out?" her mother asked her.

Suddenly she was wide-awake. "No!" she screamed. Tears began falling. She was crying – crying in fear. "I can't go outside!"

"Why not?"

She couldn't exactly explain why. She couldn't tell them everything – she couldn't tell them about Spirit World or Spirit Detectives or psycho demons that were out to kill her. So she told them what she could. "There's a murderer out there!"

"Keiko, honey, I know you're upset about Yusuke and Atsuko," her dad said, "but the five minutes you're outside..."

"No!" she shrieked. "You don't understand!" Now she was sobbing. "You don't understand!"

In the end, they practically shoved her out the front door. Hysterical, she began banging on the door, crying, and screaming to be let back in.

When they didn't let her back in, she tried to think logically. Maybe they were right. She had no choice but to take out the garbage, since her parents wouldn't let her back in until she did. Maybe, maybe, if she was quick enough...

She grabbed the trash bag and sprinted around the corner of the house into the side alley.

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Kurama waited in the darkness, his eyes closed. He heard Keiko's footsteps moving toward him, quickly.

He opened his eyes. He could see her, but she couldn't see him. He reached out for her, grabbing her, covering her mouth to muffle her scream. His right hand was over her mouth, his left arm firmly around her waist.

She struggled against him like a caged tiger. She kept trying to scream, but the sound was quieted by the hand.

He clamped the hand over Keiko's mouth tighter, hoping to suffocate her. What a fitting end for her, he thought: to die in a way similar to Yusuke. He stuck two of his fingers up her nose. Disgusting, yes. But he hoped it would help her to die faster.

Her struggles grew weaker and weaker, until they finally stopped. Kurama dropped the body to the ground.

He slunk away as quietly, as carefully, as he could. He needed to be away from here, as far away from here as possible. Then he realized that it didn't matter.

His fingerprints were all over the girl's body.

He swore to himself. After being so careful, working so hard not to get caught, they would catch him. At least she was the last victim.

Because now he had no choice but to end his own life.

What would be the best way? How should he do this? Then he realized that that didn't matter, either – there was no one left for him to protect. He didn't need to make this easy for anyone but himself.

So the quickest, least painful way possible, then.

He came to an empty clearing in the middle of a forest. He stopped. This was the perfect place. Summoning his rose whip, he sliced off his own head.

- Kuramastrass -