Disclaimer: Me: (Clears throat) Ehem . . . ladies and gentlemen, I would like to stress to you the fact that I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or Shakespeare. Unfortunately, Yoshihiro Togashi could not be here, but for your information and entertainment, we have Shakespeare here to sing you a little number he wrote, Mr. Shakespeare. (Disappears back stage)

Shakespeare: (Clears throat) (Singing) Ooooooooo . . . (dramatic pause) Theeeeere, was a farmer had a dog and Bingo was his name-o, B-I-N-G-O, B-I- N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O and Bingo wa-

Me: (Runs out on stage waving arms) STOP! STOP! What do you think you're doing!?

Shakespeare: (In bad English accent) What in heaven's name do you mean?

Me: (Sweat drops) You're SUPPOSED to be singing a song you wrote about how I don't own Shakespeare or Yu Yu Hakusho!

Shakespeare: (Puts hand on hip drops accent) That I wrote? Pa-lease, I don't get paid enough for THAT. (Walks off )

Me: (Blinks) (Sighs) I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or Shakespeare . . . and that's the LAST time I try and get a celebrity!

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I guess I got carried away with that disclaimer, huh? Well sorry, It's been a stressful day ^_^, Anyway, sorry this chapter has taken so long, but I just now thought up an idea to finish the story with and yeah, well, read and enjoy and I'll try to update faster. Thanks! ^_^

Chapter: 6

"Sweet, so would I:

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

Good night, good night! parting is such

sweet sorrow,

That I shall say good night till it be morrow."

"Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!

Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!

Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,

His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell." Quoted Yusuke.

Ms. Yugumai smiled as she set her book on her desk, and Yusuke followed her example.

"Bravo Yusuke, bravo! That was very good, your expression, in all aspects, is improving rapidly. I'm very proud of you."

Yusuke shrugged, attempting to look like her words meant nothing to him, but he couldn't help but smile. He, Yusuke Urameshi reading Shakespeare? C'mon, who ever would have seen THAT coming?

"So . . . um . . . what happens now?" Yusuke asked on an impulse.

The woman eyed him fondly.

"What do you mean?"

"In the play."

She smiled softly.

"Oh, I see. Well, at this point Romeo will seek out Friar Laurence with the intention of asking him to marry him to Juliet."

"Oh, but what about Rosiline?"

Ms. Yugumai shrugged.

"Rosiline who? She can't hold a candle to Juliet, at least not in Romeo's eyes." She said.

"Well anyway, we'll pick up where we left off tomorrow, same time, same place. Your hours up, you're excused."

Yusuke nodded. He needed to ask her if she was involved with anyone else, but how to approach the subject. He glanced at the clock. He didn't have a lot of time, for he was supposed to meet Keiko soon. Yusuke took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

"Um . . . Ms. Yugumai."

"Yes?"

"What do you think about Keiko and I?" He asked.

Ms. Yugumai stared at him for a moment, her dark eyes calculating such a strange question. After a moment she walked around to her desk and sat down. In her hands she picked up one of her favored pens and began fiddling with it unconsciously. Yusuke noticed that it was one of her many little habits. She always had to have her hands moving, always busy. She cleared her throat and brushed a few strands of glossy, wavy, black hair behind her ear.

"Yusuke, I think you two are a match made in heaven." She said.

Yusuke grinned. Well that was nice to know. He tried to look nonchalant then.

"Is that so? Well, me too . . . but what about you?"

"Excuse me?"

He leaned close to her.

"Well you're a really pretty woman . . . don't you have anyone . . . you know, SPECIAL in your life?"

Ms. Yugumai's eyes got wider, and she fumbled with her pen, dropping it on the floor.

"W . . . uh, I don't . . . Yusuke that's not . . . I thi--" She stuttered.

Yusuke hid a grin. Very few times had he gotten to see a teacher at a loss for words. It made him happy! He waited patiently for the poor woman to get her thoughts and her words in order.

She cleared her throat nervously. "I don't think that that is an appropriate question for a teacher to be asking her student." She said.

Yusuke pointed at the clock. "Technically, I'm only your student during school hours. It's past school hours, and you all ready dismissed me from the study session anyway." He reasoned, that victorious grin still on his face. He knew she couldn't argue that point.

"Yusuke--" She sounded unsure and hesitant.

"C'mon just think of me as one of your . . . your girlfriends!"

"Yusuke!" This time her exclamation sounded astonished, and somewhat taken aback.

But Yusuke was ever persistent. He sat on the side of her desk and crossed his legs, one arm supporting his weight, the other draped across his thigh in a very effeminate manner.

"C'mon girlfriend, talk to me." He said, using his best female voice impersonation.

Ms. Yugumai sighed, and then giggled.

Yusuke grinned. "Like, Ohhhh my God! I KNOW you're not keeping secrets from."

Her giggled turned into laughter, which she tried to muffle with a hand, but was rather unsuccessful in doing so. This only spurred Yusuke's act.

"Like, what do you use on your hair, 'cause it looks sooo unbelievably hot! What's your secret?" He said this and jumped from his perch to walk over to her. He grabbed her hand, but she could not resist as her body was raked with laughter.

"And your nails, they look professionally done. Girl, you make me look totally bad! Seriously, I'm gunna have to lose some weight or somethin' ' cause there is no way I could ever fit into what you got on honey!"

Tears were actually rolling out of her eyes at her student's antics, for Yusuke acting like a teenage girl was not something she had fathomed in the wildest parts of her imagination.

"All right, Yusuke, all right, you win, I'll tell you!" She exclaimed through her laughing fits.

Yusuke smiled proudly. He should think of acting as a career. He waited again while Ms. Yugumai reclaimed her usual calm. She cleared her throat, looking very business like, yet the corners of her lips would twitch up every now and then in the barest hints of a smile. She reclaimed her pen from the floor and continued her play.

"Okay, I'm going to tell you, but you MUST promise me that you'll keep this information confidential from your fellow classmates."

Yusuke nodded. He could promise that easily. He didn't even LIKE them, let alone TALK to them.

She took a deep breath. "Currently, I do not have anyone 'special' in my life. I did till about one month ago when I found him cheating on me with a woman from his office."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He said.

She shrugged. "It was for the better anyway. Oh, but it would be nice to have someone in my life again. I will admit that I miss the times when he would surprise me with flowers or something like it. Granted, he always managed to get me lilacs, which I tend to be allergic too."

"Flowers, huh? Well, what are your favorite flowers?" Yusuke asked, passing the question off as simple, curiosity.

Ms. Yugumai smiled softly. "Daisies, lovely white daisies." She replied.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Rays of sunlight poured through the window, making a portion of the dull school hallway golden. The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, and all Yusuke could do was watch. He felt helpless, and bored. It wasn't long before the ticking turned into strange little tunes in his head. He sighed. Keiko was supposed to show up 20 minutes prior, but such was not the case. She was late . . . again, and he had yet to speak with his Math teacher. His teacher didn't like him that much, and he really needed Keiko if he was going to compromise anything. He'd wait a little longer. Maybe she was caught up in something important . . . maybe . . .

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Keiko, what about these, do these go up too?"

Keiko spun around to meet her friend and looked at the posters. "Uh, sure, put 'em up."

She turned then, intent on leaving, but another person called for her.

"Keiko! Keiko, telephone!"

She sighed. "Take it for me, I'm late, and I have to go."

Her friend peered over at her, and she shook her head. "No, I think you should take this call."

Keiko tilted her head, taking a few moments to read her friend's expression before deciding that the phone call was important. She sighed, set down her bag, and took the phone from the other girl's hand.

"Hello? Yes . . . uh-huh . . . no, uh . . . wait . . . she WHAT!?" Keiko exclaimed.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to see what the outburst was all about. Keiko had wide eyes and a frown marring her features.

"Fine, thank you." She said, and with that, slammed the phone down on the hook. "Okay people, it's a WHOLE new ball game now. Amissa has managed to make this thing an entire school vote, which means, it's not just our class, but all the lower ones too. We need to think up some new plans and fast . . . who knows what she'll have up her sleeve next."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He yawned. 10 more minutes, he'd give her 10 more minutes and that would be that and he'd go home. He didn't understand why she was late, but he was pretty sure it was very important; anyway, Keiko would never forget him. He glanced down the hall a little ways and saw that the Math teacher's door was still open. He supposed he was lucky that the guy liked to work late. His thought traveled back to Ms. Yugumai and Mr. Takeshi. Comparing the two at first, it would seem like she was way out of Takeshi's league, but Ms. Yugumai liked romance and she could easily detect kindness in a person. Mr. Takeshi acted tough, but he was like a teddy bear on the inside, much like Yusuke himself, only cheesier and probably more lovesick. Yusuke imagined that if Mr. Takeshi could have his inner self-put in to spirit beast form, then he would come up with something a lot like Puu. All in all though, with his help, he was pretty sure that the two teachers could hook up, stranger things had happened . . . stranger things ALWAYS happened in his life. Yusuke was very enamored in his thoughts and so when a voice broke through them he couldn't help but start.

"Hi there."

Yusuke jumped. "Ah! What? What is it?" He asked frantically.

The voice giggled girlishly. He looked up and, to his utter surprise, found himself staring straight into the blue eyes of Amissa. Her smile was sugary sweet, and quite frankly, made Yusuke a little sick. He hated artificial people. He composed himself though.

"Yeah, hi." He replied, eyeing her dully.

"You're Yusuke Urameshi right? The big, bad Urameshi? The one who at his whistle can summon 1,000 creeps with chains and knives Urameshi?" She asked, her voice sarcastic and teasing.

Yusuke shrugged. "One and the same." He replied. Amissa's smiled played on.

"I remember you from when we were little."

"Lucky me."

"You always played with Keiko. I've seen you two together a lot, and word has it that you're going out. Is that true?"

Yusuke shrugged and rolled his eyes in the opposite direction.

"I'll take that as a yes, hm . . . I said that I've SEEN you together a lot, but that hasn't been the case lately. Trouble in the relationship?"

Yusuke sighed. "Listen, it's not really your business what happens between Keiko and I, same as it isn't any of my business with what goes on between Keiko and you. Honestly, I've never had anything against you, but you DID break her wrist, and that wasn't cool, but like I said, it has nothin' to do with me, so why don't you just go on your merry way and leave me alone, okay?"

Amissa shook her head, platinum hair swaying like strands of fine silk. "All right, all right, no need to get excited, but ya know, I've never had anything against you either, Yusuke. And . . . I was surprised when I saw you after all those years, I mean . . . you're really good looking now."

Yusuke shifted his weight nervously. "Uh . . ."

"You know why Keiko isn't here, don't you? She's working on her campaign in an attempt to beat me . . . tsk, tsk . . . what kind of friend, or girlfriend alike would forget about the one she cared about just to try and win a silly contest. It seems to me like you're the last thing on her mind right now . . . but then, it's really none of my business, is it? Well, I'd better be off. Later Yusuke." And with that Amissa turned on her heel and glided off leaving a confused, somewhat dazed Yusuke staring after her.

Yusuke watched her until he could no longer see her, and then some. He watched empty air for several minutes before he gently shaking his head. He would wait for Keiko, and he did for another half hour. A half hour and then he heard the door to the Math room close and lock, and he heard the retreating footsteps of the teacher. He rose slowly to his feet and carried himself to the school exit. The sky was gray and the air was still and thunder rumbled off in the distance. He had a feeling that he would not see Keiko tonight . . .

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Yes Kaasan, no I'm fine. I heated up last night's leftovers. Right see you in two days. Yes, I love you too, bye."

Kurama hung up the phone and stretched. His Kaasan, stepfather, and younger stepbrother were away visiting his new relatives. He'd been asked to come with them, but he had declined saying that he had finals coming up and that he needed to begin studying. He didn't really need to, but he wasn't comfortable around his new relatives. He'd met them once and had the distinct impression that they disapproved of him somehow. He sighed and shook his head.

Outside it had started raining which was a positive thing, as his plants had been feeling rather dry lately. Thunder roiled against a dark, slate gray sky, and lightning, although contained in the huge clouds, flickered dimly. Kurama enjoyed storms; he always had, even as a youko back in the Makai. Maybe it was their power, or their wild, uncontained beauty, or maybe he just felt a strange sort of kinship toward them, but whatever the case, he liked them.

He had no homework to speak of having finished it all in class and that was good because on stormy nights he loved to spend his time reading. Some kids plopped down on the couch for a good few hours of mind rotting vegetating, and others would get on the net and surf and chat with their friends, but Kurama read.

He went upstairs to his room and threw on his comfy, gray sweat pants and an old white t-shirt. He scanned the books on his shelf, both old and new, chose a few that sounded good and laid them in a stack on top of his bed. He went downstairs and made himself a bowl of popcorn, and then headed back up to the lovely privacy of his room, settled himself onto his bed, grabbed a book and started reading. It was a thriller, full of suspense, and every time something happened he'd gasp or jump, and once he choked on his popcorn. It was funny. He could face the worst, most demented, evil demons in the three worlds and not flinch once, but if you gave him a book to catch his interest, he could fall right out of bed . . . he'd done that before. It had been an awful mess to clean up, and he was just lucky that his soda and the grease from the popcorn hadn't left a stain.

This book was no exception to any other books that he had read in the past, and so when a particularly loud clap of thunder roared outside, accompanied by a timely knock on the door downstairs, Kurama jumped, and ended up tossing the book clear across the room. He stared at it lying on the floor for a few moments before regaining his wits enough to get up to pick it up. At that time he remembered the door and sprinted down the stairs to answer it. The rain was blowing hard and he could hear it beating savagely against the door. He took a deep breath, just for good measure and opened the door, somewhat shocked to find a very damp Yusuke on the other side.

"Yusuke? What . . ." He started, but Yusuke looked up at him, and his eyes lacked a certain light that was always present. Kurama stepped aside and ushered him in. He took him to the kitchen and set him down in one of the chairs. "Be right back." He said, and disappeared, returning moments later with towel which he threw to his friend.

Yusuke accepted the fluffy white towel and dried himself off to the best of his ability. Kurama made some tea and pushed a steaming cup toward him, then the fox sat down in a chair across from him.

"Yusuke, what're you doing out in weather like this?" He asked.

Yusuke shrugged. "I need your help." He said.

Kurama raised his elegant eyebrows at this. "Of coarse, with what?"

The dark haired boy reached into his bag and pulled out the notebook, pencil, and binder and presented them on the table for Kurama to see.

"This is my report Kurama. I need help with it."

Kurama stared at the collective items. "But I thought--"

"I need YOUR help with it." Yusuke interrupted his question.

Kurama looked up at him sharply, reading his face, digesting Yusuke's words, and then nodded. "Sure. I'll help."

"Thanks. I need to get it done soon. I'd like to have it out of the way so I can worry about compromising with my Math teacher."

Kurama nodded slowly as he looked over the report and what had been done so far. "Math teacher. Is his name Koji Sakoji?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"He used to teach at the middle school I went too. My mother and I are pretty good friend's with him. If you'd like, I could help you talk to him." Kurama offered.

Yusuke bit his lip almost as if hesitating, but then nodded. "Yeah, that'd be great, thanks . . . Kurama.