A/N: So this is the rewritten work of my original story of the Spirit Detective's Sister. I posted this story in ao3 as well under the same username and I know that it has been a long time since I updated this story. However, I decided to give it another shot and hopefully the writing has improved from 2016.

If there was only one person Yusuke could count on, then it was his older sister Natsuko.

Out of everyone in his family, Natsuko was the one person in his family that he could trust to stand by his side. She was the only one who seemed to care about him but then again, someone had to be the responsible one in their family. The fact that their father practically abandoned them and how irresponsible their mother could be, it made sense for Natsuko to be the responsible one.

She was the one that cleaned the house, threw out the sake bottles and did the part-time jobs to keep everything afloat. She did all that and did it without looking one bit exhausted. Even now, his 15-year-old sister didn't have a single bag underneath her eyelids and had that thin murderous smile as her hand cradled his bento lunch.

"Don't you even think of skipping school, Yusuke!" His sister barked, shoving the bento to his chest. Her bright blond hair seemed to crackle with irritation and her blue eyes narrowed at him. "Do you know that those irritating assholes have been needling me into bringing you to school!"

Yusuke rolled his eyes. "I will go to school, Bossy so don't worry about your goody-two shoes image being destroyed."

He would just follow her to the gates and when those fanboys crowd around her, then he would make a break for it. I don't even know why I bother to go to school. If he went to school then those teachers would just make comparisons between him and Natsuko like they always did. His sister looked exotic and had a demeanor that made her sweet like an angel while he was the devil.

If only they knew how much of a nightmare she could be at home.

"I don't care about that image, Yusuke! I care about you making something for yourself!" His sister grumbled, picking up a blue ribbon from the ground. She wrinkled her nose and shot a glance at their mother, who seemed to be in a drunken sleep. "This isn't like the federal era where you can make money by getting into fights and it isn't like…"

The words died down and there was almost a faded look on his sister's eyes like some kind of memory washed over her. Yusuke sighed and dug his finger against his ear, waiting patiently for the older girl to snap out of whatever was bothering her. It was normal. Completely natural even for Natsuko to make that expression.

Shaking his head, Yusuke took a step away and then yelped when his sister yanked him by the collar. He turned his head to meet the furious eyes of his older sister and demanded. "What the hell was that for? Didn't you tell me that I have to go to school?"

"You're coming with me to school," Natsuko said flatly. "I want to see with my own eyes that you pass through those school gates myself and not just do your usual stupid disappearing act."

He scowled. "Even if I disappear, you are going to hunt me down and smack me for trying to trick you."

"Oh, so you do know what is the consequence of lying to me and yet you still decide to do it anyway."

Must she always nag me? It was just so annoying for Natsuko to behave this way towards him. She was supposed to be his sister but she acted so much like a nagging mother. How the hell did anyone look at his big sister and think she was this supposed angelic girl that was just too good for this world? She was the devil in human form.

"It's pretty obvious that you are the one that is going to make something out of herself in this family," he grumbled when his sister finally released him from his collar. His older sister opened the door and immediately a cold blast of the morning air brushed against his cheeks. "The teachers always like to point that out to me and give me so much crap for not being as good as you."

Natsuko kept quiet and slid her shoes into her feet. Despite the fact that her back was turned away from him, Yusuke saw the tremor in her shoulders and a little bit of guilt crept up on him. That was…wrong of him. His older sister did not need to hear that piece of crap from him.

"As long as you are a good person then it doesn't matter whether you are as good as me," his sister whispered softly, bowing her head down. The roars of the motorbike almost drowned out her voice and Yusuke blinked when Natsuko smiled. "And well Keiko doesn't seem to mind that you aren't as good as me, so doesn't that mean anything?"

Heat flooded his cheeks and Yusuke jerked his head. "What does Keiko have to do with anything?"

"Well most girls would go for the cool, mysterious and smart guy," his sister answered with a grin. There was a teasing undertone in her voice and Yusuke's eyebrows began to twitch. "But sweet, little Keiko loves my delinquent of a brother despite expectation."

He balled his hands into a fist and growled. "Keiko isn't in love with me!"

"Sure and it is normal for someone to keep rejecting every guy in school," Yusuke opened his mouth and his sister wiggled her finger at him. "And don't make a comparison between Keiko and me! There hasn't been a guy that caught my interest yet and someone needs to keep this family together."

Yusuke dug his finger against his ear. "Sounds like an excuse to me! You are going to end up a spinster."

There was a tiny smile on his sister's face as if she found some amusement in his words. A sense of suspicion crept up on him and for the first time in months, he inspected his sister. There was no subtle glow in her skin and she didn't have any make-up on, which meant his sister was definitely still single.

Thank god.

"And what makes you think I'm going to end up a spinster?" his sister asked sweetly. "For all you know, I might be dating someone behind your back and we will be together for the rest of our lives."

He yawned. "Then you would actually act like a girl…and the bastard would be proud to brag about how he got my angelic older sister."

Natsuko was as angelic as he was but somehow her smiling face and the fact that she wasn't quick to anger, meant people believe that the girl would be somekind of sweetheart. She was not. When they had been little kids, his older sister was the one that would cause problems for their mother's boyfriends.

'They are cheating assholes and Mom deserves better.'

That had been his sister's explanation for driving them away.

"You have got one thing wrong, Yusuke," his sister declared with an amused tone. He blinked and watched as his older sister pulled out the keys from her bag, allowing it to jingle before she slid it against the lock. "Even if I did date someone, I will never pretend to be something that I'm not and changing myself for a guy is something that I have never done."

Yusuke stared at his sister and zoomed in on the nonchalant smile. His sister was weird. It was times like these when Natsuko sounded like an old woman. An old soul. That was what his mother would say whenever she was sober and took note of his sister's mannerism.

It was times like these when he agreed with their drunk of a mother about his sister.

Because while he could always count on Natsuko, there was just something definitely weird about his sister.

15 years.

It had been 15 long, boring years since she woke up and found some woman calling her Natsuko. Fifteen long years since she passed away with her great-grandchildren and grandchildren surrounding her in her bedside, sobbing like a bunch of big babies as she told them that she was going to see their great-grandfather.

Yet instead of being greeted by Sasuke and their children, she had found herself being cradled by a teary girl who had barely been older by her youngest great-grandchildren and being given the name Natsuko.

The only good thing about this whole reincarnation thing is the fact that I have a little brother. Natsuko scratched the textbook with her pencil and stared at her classmates. Middle school was boring. Growing up again was a pain in the neck, especially when she couldn't be a kunoichi.

If she wanted to make something about herself then she had to do the whole education pathway and find a new career that suited her.

"Urameshi Natsuko!"

The loud voice of her teacher sliced through the air and Natsuko jerked her head when her teacher gently dropped the book on her head. For a brief second, her mind went blank as she scrambled to readjust to her setting. Natsuko. That was her name now. The name she lived for the last 15 years, opposed to the name that she had for a 110 years.

She cleared her throat and stared at her teacher. "Yes, Sensei?"

"Takenaka-sensei is waiting for you outside," her teacher informed her. A sense of dread crept up in her stomach when the woman looked at her with troubled eyes. Something happened. Shit, did Atsuko get drunk again and call her during class again? Did Yusuke get into another fight? Did that man come here and ask for her?

'Natsuko-chan, don't you want your Mom and me to get back together?'

She did not want to deal with their constant fighting and making her their marriage counsellor.

With a deep breath, Natsuko steadied herself and pushed the chair back. From right behind her, she could hear some of her classmates snicker. They probably think I'm going to be grilled about Yusuke again. Most of the teachers made it a habit of demanding that she cooled down the hot-temper that was her brother.

That it was her responsibility of making him a model student.

She exhaled and made her way to the door. Her hand reached out to the handle and a chilling sensation crept up on her. It was like a bucket of cold water washed over her and without a second thought, she shivered. Get yourself together! You defeated a fucking alien and survived! She inhaled and opened the door.

Dark shadows enclosed Takenaka-sensei's face but what stood out about her teacher was the sadness in his eyes. I know that look. She had given such looks when she had personally had to call out members of a shinobi family and inform them about the deaths…

No.

"Urameshi-san, there is nothing that I can say that will make this easy for you," the man informed her as his hand enclasped on her shoulder. She trembled as a lump began to form in her throat. It could be her snotty grandparents. Maybe her father angered the wrong person and got shot. It could be anyone but her two family members. "But your brother was in an accident and…"

"An accident?" she repeated. "As in a car accident?"

The man looked away and then slowly nodded his head. No words were spoken between them. The only thing she heard was rapid breaths being taken in and out. Her breaths. Everything else seemed muffled. She knew what was going to be said. The look of grief told her everything.

"Natsu-chan, meet your little brother Yusuke!"

The ghost feeling of her little brother's chubby finger crept up as the image of her cooing little brother shattered. Pain erupted from her heart as the countless arguments for the past few years came into her mind. There was that silly argument this morning about him going to school.

If she had known…

Fuck, she wouldn't have made him go to school.

The plan had always been for Yusuke to die after her. He was supposed to live a long life, get married to whatever girl who could tolerate him and she would play the cool Aunt to them. He was supposed to go to university and make something of himself because Yusuke was capable of so much.

"I…need to go," she whispered. "My Mom needs me and someone needs to oversee the arrangements…and I need to see his body. I need to see my baby brother's body!"

Her voice sounded hysterical and Natsuko rubbed her eyes. She hadn't been this hysterical since her youngest son died. Not since she made the decision for Kurama to leave her body and made a body for him. Those had been the worst days of her life and…this was probably one of the worst days in this life.

"Of course," her teacher soothed. "And I'm truly sorry—"

"Sorry won't bring my brother back," she reminded him. "Sorry won't change the fact that my little brother is now dead."

It felt wrong. It sounded wrong too because Yusuke had been alive and whining in the morning. Now he was a cold body in a hospital bed. Another cold body that I have to bury. It never got easier after the first time. After the first time, there was only numbness and that was the worst feeling in the world.

No.

The worst feeling was the knowledge that you outlived your own children and tonight was going to be the night that Atsuko was going to be at her lowest point. I…only have one thing left connecting me to this body. She exhaled and rubbed her eyes before dragging her feet to the door.

"My bruises aren't that bad!"

She was never going to be able to scream at him for getting into another stupid fight. There was no more constant grumbling from Yusuke about how she was a hypocrite about lecturing him about fights. No more late nights of her waiting by the door and screaming at the idiot for spending so much time outside.

"Tell me a story, Natsu-neechan!"

Her brother was now forever stuck at the age of 14 while she was stuck living in a second life that she had never really wanted.

For the first time in years, she swore at the deity that decided to give her a second chance of life because why should she live while her baby brother never got a chance to live his first life fully?

It just wasn't fair.

They are all a bunch of assholes.

Yusuke inhaled and balled his hands into a fist while his classmates and teachers laughed and joked. Their laughter could fill the entire street, reminding him of the fact that maybe his death had been a good thing. Now that he was dead, his mother could do what she wanted and his sister wouldn't have to worry about him.

There is no reason for me to come back. He interlinked his fingers together and made his way towards his sister. Natsuko-neechan had been quiet throughout the whole time and at certain moments, it seemed like she could see him. Her blue eyes always seemed to be following him but it was ridiculous.

He would know if his sister could see ghosts.

"I'm really sorry for your loss, Natsu-chan," one of his sister's classmates said sombrely. She bowed her head and stared at his sister, who kept her expression completely and utterly blank. Yusuke bit back a snort and glared at the male standing behind the girl. The boy seemed so intent to ogle at his sister.

Natsuko cleared her throat and nodded. "Thank you for coming."

The words repeated again and again as more and more people filed into their small apartment. Yusuke frowned when he caught sight of his sister balling her hands into a fist. She was definitely furious about something. Probably with him for dying the way he did or the fakers that kept coming to his wake.

Not a single one of them was actually here.

"We shouldn't be here!" A voice screamed. Yusuke blinked and turned in the direction of the screams. In the distance, three boys clung onto Kuwabara like snakes and tried to pull the trembling boy back. "Let us go back! This is a wake, Kuwabara!"

Kuwabara continued to move and tried to shake the boys off of him, fists shaking as his eyes glared at the open door. "Shut up and let me go!"

Yusuke winced at the loudness and furrowed his eyebrows before he glanced at his sister. Why was that moron here? It didn't look like he was here to hit on his sister again because the male wouldn't show such a disgusting side to Natsuko. His sister closed her eyes, darted her eyes to him as if she was aware of him before making her way to the boy.

"Kuwabara!" The round boy screamed. "He is dead! Urameshi is gone!"

The orange-haired boy leaned forward and ignored the screams of his friends. He raised his fist and howled. "You won against me and you went and get yourself killed! I'm the only one that can kill you, you hear me! Come back! Come back and fight me!"

The screams echoed and the three boys looked to his sister. For the first time since the wake, there was a subtle relief in his sister's eyes and it was not long before tears leaked out of Natsuko's eyes. Nee-chan is crying. He had never seen his sister cry. She was the calm one. The one that was not emotional while their mother was too emotional.

"Thank you, Kuwabara."

The gratitude in his sister's voice stroke through the air and the screams died down as everyone turned to his sister. She rubbed her eyes and looked over her shoulder. Their mother just sat in front of his coffin like a zombie, almost unaware of what was happening, and Yusuke felt stirring of guilt inside of him.

"Why are you thanking him?" One of the boys asked.

His sister stared coldly at the students gathered around him and replied. "Because Kuwabara is genuinely upset that my little brother is gone! He didn't come here because they wanted to confirm some rumour or make some kind of joke over our grief! My brother is dead and everyone else acts like it is a good thing! I lost my brother today!"

The grief in his sister's voice was raw, so raw that he stumbled at her attitude. The other students winced and looked almost guilty for their actions but they weren't guilty. His sister shouldn't remind them that he died. His big sister shouldn't have to tell them that she was grieving for him.

Natsuko rubbed her eyes and cursed under her breath before turning away from the four males. Yusuke reached his hand out, only to draw his hand away. Right. He couldn't comfort his sister anymore. She was alive while he was just a ghost. Shaking his head, he looked at Kuwabara and just watched with a heavy heart as the boy was dragged away from the wake.

Yusuke's eyebrows twitched and irritation flooded him when he caught sight of the bulky build of Iwamoto and the lanky figure of Akashi. What the hell were those two here for? They might be his teachers but they made his life hell. They had always been out to get him.

"It is a good thing Urameshi died doing something good," Iwamoto commented in a tone so loud that even his next-door neighbours could hear him. "Now thanks to him, the reputation of our school has improved."

Akashi wrinkled his nose and nodded. "Did he even save that boy? Maybe he was kicking the boy when the car came by!"

Their cold laughter echoed in the air and Yusuke frowned when something blurred between them. Screams erupted. Gasps sliced through the air as the two teachers screamed out in pain. That was so quick. His eyes widened when he saw his sister standing in front of them, hand balled into a fist and blue eyes that screamed of rage.

"Urameshi, you don't just assault a teacher!" Iwamoto screamed.

His sister smiled thinly and there was almost a strange glow around his sister's body. He might not be alive but there seemed to be something in the air because everyone seemed to be paling and looked ready to hurl. Bowing down, blond hair covered his sister's eyes and his sister hissed. "You think I give a fuck about it right now? My mother lost a son and I lost a brother and yet here you are, insulting my dead brother. You might hate my brother but I love him! And I wish it was you two that died instead of him."

The rage and sadness in Natsuko's eyes made him paused and Yusuke looked to the door, where he could make out the faded eyes of his mother. In the corner, he could see Keiko sobbing like there was no tomorrow and if he was alive then his stomach would be rolling around at what was happening.

The air of grief seemed to be so much more thicker than he deserved.

"I don't care about that image."

His sister still defended him and risked her own reputation for him.

"Botan, I made my decision."

He couldn't leave his family and friends not when he had to witness this.

Hopefully, he hadn't made the wrong decision.

A/N: Please do tell me of your thoughts about this chapter and what you think about the first chapter of the rewrite.