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Author's Note: Hey everyone. Well here's Chapter 8, and I'm seriously hoping to finish this story soon, ya know? Um . . . this chapter is supposed to help lead up to the end, but well, I dunno, I'm still trying to paste all these chapters together so they can create a conclusion. ^_^, Eheh, I'm not sure how great I'm doing with that so you guys are gunna have to tell me what ya think. Well anyway, you didn't come here to read my A/N gibberish! You came here to read my Yu Yu Hakusho gibberish! Okay, well, onward worthy readers and thanks for hangin' in there with me!
Chapter: 8
Yusuke hit the key hard in a gesture of finality. He grinned up at Kurama who stood looking over his shoulder, also smiling.
"And that's that, we're done." Yusuke said. He got up from his chair and let Kurama slide in. The fox went up to one of the menus and hit 'print'. The printer next to the computer started making a clatter as it readied itself to work. Then Kurama turned to Yusuke who looked back at him slightly wary. He raised an eyebrow at his dark-haired friend.
Yusuke bit his lip. "Kurama, you're absolutely POSTIVE that there aren't any errors?" He asked.
Kurama shrugged. "Yusuke it's been proof-read a dozen times by professionals. If there are any mistakes, I can guarantee you that none of them are so distinct that your junior high science teacher will catch them." He reasoned.
Yusuke nodded. "Guess you're right."
At about that time the printer spat out the last page of the infamous report. Kurama took them into his hands, handling them as though they were delicate sheets of fine crystal. He walked to the other side of the room and picked up some transparent paper protectors. Kurama slipped each vital piece of paper into a protector and when he was finished he hooked them into a black, three ring binder, then he handed it to Yusuke who took it and hugged it to his chest as though he were a child who had just gotten his favorite teddy bear back. Kurama waited then while Yusuke got over his intimate moment and put it in his bag.
"So now what?" Yusuke asked.
Kurama shrugged. "I don't know if anything should be next Yusuke, you look sort of pale."
The Tantai rolled his chocolate eyes. "God, not that again. C'mon, I feel fine, in fact, I feel GREAT. I mean I just finished that stupid report and I'm excited, and I want to celebrate, so come on! Let's get Kuwabara and go out." Yusuke said this and obviously wasn't kidding because he snatched Kurama's wrist and literally pulled if not dragged him out of the room.
"Ah! Yusuke, Yusuke, okay, okay, I'm coming!" Kurama said, trying desperately to recover and match his friend's strangely rapid pace.
They made their way all the way to Kuwabara's house, and he seemed more than willing to come with them. They didn't even have to knock before Kuwabara came sprinting out of the house, yelling good-bye to his sister who they heard yelling in the background.
Kurama and Yusuke raised curious eyebrows at their friend who seemed anxious to get as far away from his house as humanly possible. Of coarse, that would mean going to either Reikai or Makai, and that wasn't worth the trip, so they settled for the arcade, where Kuwabara lost a racing game terribly to Yusuke, who later lost a game miserably to Kurama. After their depressing defeats, Yusuke and Kuwabara decided it was time to leave the arcade and go get some food. So the friends made their leave of the noisy place for the slightly more peaceful atmosphere of an outside restaurant. A Hamburger and french-fries was the collective order for the group, and since the waitress not only knew Kurama, but had a major crush on him, they got their food free.
"Man Kurama, do you usually free stuff?" Asked Kuwabara.
Kurama shrugged. "Sure, all around town." He answered easily and took a sip of his pop.
Kuwabara saw an opening in his friend's statement. "All around town, huh? So I take it the ladies aren't the ONLY ones who give you attention." He said slyly.
Kurama suddenly choked on his drink and started coughing at Kuwabara's comment. A blush adorned his cheeks, and it took him a few moments to recover, in which Kuwabara and Yusuke laughed. After that Kurama decided that a swift change of subject was far past due.
"So tell me Kuwabara. What was Shizuru so upset about?" He asked.
Kuwabara's happy face fell to one of annoyance and he rolled his eyes. "I dunno man. Every month around this time she just gets really bitchy. I don't know why but it's really annoying!" He said and then bit into his hamburger savagely. Yusuke and Kurama exchanged looks and Kurama shook his head, trying to hide his smile. Yusuke wasn't so gracious, and he started to chuckle. "Kuwabara, you ARE an idiot." He said.
Kuwabara blinked. He was confused. "What? What's so funny? Hey you better stop laughing Urameshi or I'm gunna pound your face in." He threatened.
Yusuke laughed harder. "I'd like to see you do that Kuwabara." He said.
Kuwabara frowned and looked to Kurama who wasn't hiding his smile anymore. "Kurama, what do you guys know that you aren't telling me?" He asked.
Kurama bit his lip and looked at Yusuke who gave him the go ahead to tell Kuwabara. Kurama shrugged and leaned over the table. He whispered into Kuwabara's ear and the boy nodded, nothing truly registering in his mind. When the youko turned human sat back down he looked at Yusuke.
"Wow, he took it pretty well." Kurama said. Yusuke nodded in agreement.
Kuwabara shrugged. "Well, sure, there's nothing abnormal about my sister having her . . . wait . . . WHAT!? EWWW! GROSS! WHY'D YOU TELL ME THAT!? EW, EW, EW, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D TELL ME THAT ABOUT MY OWN SISTER!" He exclaimed. Several people started staring.
Yusuke started laughing again, and Kurama raised an eyebrow. "Oops, spoke to soon." He mumbled.
"Man, you really WEREN'T listening in Health class were you Kuwabara?" Yusuke said through his laughter.
Kurama noticed the very annoyed looks of the other customers. "Kuwabara sit down, please. It's really not that big of a deal. Every female does it." He said, trying to persuade his friend to relax. It took a few more words, but eventually the boy sat down and Yusuke ceased laughing. Kurama decided that yet ANOTHER swift subject change was past due. He cleared his throat to speak, but Kuwabara, also thinking they should change the topic, beat him to it.
"So Urameshi, where's Keiko?" He asked absently.
Yusuke looked up sharply at his friend. His cheery expression melted away and his features became tired and his eyes lost their incandesce twinkle that everyone had become so accustomed to seeing. It was disturbing. He looked down then at his almost empty plate.
"Keiko . . . she's busy." He answered quietly.
Kuwabara raised an eyebrow at Kurama, looking to him for an answer, but the fox did not have one and he communicated this by shaking his head. Kuwabara searched for an answer himself, but found nothing, so he chose to cheer his friend up instead.
"Oh well, we can have fun without her, right Kurama?" He said happily.
"Of coarse we can." He agreed.
Kuwabara stood up. "Yeah, we'll finish up here and then us guys 'ell go to an action packed, manly, bloody, gory, movie!"
Yusuke looked up. He didn't feel like doing anything. He actually hadn't from the very start, but he needed a distraction and until just recently he had been adequately provided with one. He nodded to Kuwabara. He didn't want to think about things that hurt right now . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~
The night ended four hours later, and all the boys went to their respective houses. Yusuke was tired, exhausted really. He went home to find that his Mother was gone on one of her little outings, but that was nothing unusual. In fact, had she been home Yusuke might have been frightened.
He yawned and went to his room, closing the door behind him. He undressed quickly, sliding into his pajamas. He frowned at them for a moment. They were green with little teddy bears wearing nightcaps on them. His mother had picked them out for him for his birthday, so he couldn't very well return them or reject them without a huge guilt trip. He sighed. Well, they were comfortable anyway. He shrugged and crawled onto his bed. The sheets were cool and the blankets warm and welcoming. He felt much better lying down, on the verge of sleep. His eyes closed half way and he watched hazily out his window. The sky was a lighter shade of black because of the city lights, but the stars were still visible, twinkling, laughing, frolicking, and watching. Their father, the silver moon smiled down at him, offering him his ages of kind wisdom, and it was to this lovely image that Yusuke fell asleep.
He fell asleep and he dreamt that he was standing in a vast field of golden, tall grass under a purple Makai sky. The wind blew softly and he could sense surrounding youkai, but they did not attack him, they merely surrounded him, walking, crawling, flying, whatever, and ignored his presence. And Yusuke couldn't move his feet. It was as though he were bolted to the ground, but no one cared, or noticed, no one spoke to or even looked at him. They just walked around him, avoiding him all together and then, she appeared in the swarming waves of demons. Keiko. She had her hand extended out to him and a smiling face as she approached him. Yusuke gently put his hand in hers. Suddenly, a sort of electricity omitted between them and Keiko jerked her hand back from his. She cradled it to her bosom and glared at Yusuke.
"Keiko, I--" He started, but he couldn't hear his voice, he couldn't feel his lips moving, or his tongue forming the words. He could not speak, only watch as Keiko extended her hand once more, this time urging him to look at her singed, cut, and bloody palm. Yusuke tried to say something . . . anything, but there was nothing. Abruptly, Keiko slapped him hard against the face, leaving a steak of her blood smeared across his cheek then she turned and began walking away, slowly melting in to the crowd, slowly leaving him, and all he could do was stare and watch with wide eyes and a pained heart.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Okay people, today is the day that everyone has been waiting for. That's right, today we find out who won the campaign for the coordinator of the end of the year dance. Cast your votes and by the end of the day we'll have them tallied out. Teachers, if you would please excuse your classes to do so at this time, thank you." Said the voice over the intercom in all the classrooms.
Every teacher dismissed their classes and all of the students filed in to the cafeteria where the voting was to take place. It was noisy and crowded, but Keiko drank every bit of it. Oh how she hoped that most of those ballots held a check next to her name. She looked around for Amissa and found the blonde girl standing off to the side, seemingly in the same state of hopefulness. Keiko gently fingered her injured wrist. It was healing nicely, but she wouldn't even have to worry about how well it healed had it not been for the latter girl. She narrowed her honey colored eyes. If she could win this then she wouldn't be forced to seriously injure her dearest rival.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Yusuke sighed as the announcement came on. He would have to go down and vote, he knew Kuwabara was. He waited though until every student had left the classroom before approaching his science teacher. The man had his head down, deeply buried in paper work, so Yusuke cleared his throat casually to try and catch his attention. Mr. Shou looked up and frowned.
"Ah, Mr. Urameshi. What? Here to give me a lame excuse as to why you don't have that report I was promised?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.
Yusuke smirked and pulled out the binder. He laid it on the man's desk. Mr. Shou eyed it and then Yusuke.
"Hm, so you got it here, but we'll see if it's worth a passing grade Urameshi. I expect you to be here after this whole voting thing is through with, understand?" He asked.
Yusuke shrugged. It could have meant yes, it could have meant no, but it didn't matter, because Yusuke knew that he would be back. He had to keep his promise to Keiko. So he made his way to the cafeteria. He saw Kuwabara in line for the voting and knew that his friend would indeed vote for Keiko. Briefly, he wondered how many would. He scanned the room more thoroughly. His eyes fell on Keiko. She seemed to be in a frantic state and talking wildly to her friends. It dawned on him that he hadn't told her about completing his report so he made his way to her. The crowd parted for him, for no one wanted to get in the way of the feared Yusuke Urameshi. He rolled his eyes. Stupid people. He had never started a fight once in his entire life. The fight had always been brought to him in one form or another. If not for that then he would usually keep to himself.
"Keiko." He said, tapping her on the shoulder. She turned around and smiled happily when she saw him.
"Yusuke!" She said in surprise. She gave him a brief hug. "So whataya think my chances are, hm?" She asked, stepping back a way.
Yusuke looked around again. "It's in the bag Keiko. I bet over half of these people are here for you." He said encouragingly.
The girl looked dreadfully worried. "I hope so . . ." She looked at him slyly then. "And if I DON'T win I'm blaming it all on you!"
Yususke chuckled and rolled his eyes. "So what else is new? Uh hey, so guess what I--"
Suddenly, Yusuke was cut off by the summoning, high-pitched voice of a girl over the crowd. "Keiko!" She called in urgency.
Keiko lifted her head, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of her friend. "What?" She called.
"Oh Keiko hurry up, the first few votes are being tallied!" She said.
Keiko gasped. "All right I'm coming! Bye Yusuke!" She said and before he could utter another sound she disappeared into the crowd.
Yusuke watched her go, and it was just like in his dream only minus the blood and the demons. Although he supposed that the kids could somehow symbolize the demons. They ignored him, walked around him, never once acknowledging his presence and Keiko, well he'd wanted to speak to Keiko, but couldn't, and then her walking away was like a slap in the face to him. He shook his head. He'd been doing WAY too much English, but at least he could safely say he now understood symbolism. He rolled his eyes. Yay! Yusuke's accomplishment for the day! Suddenly he felt more ill than he had earlier in the morning. He coughed and he had a bit of a headache. He had to ignore it though. So rather than paying any sort of attention to it, he looked around for a line to get in. He saw one that was shorter than the rest and stepped in with a sigh. Headaches were somewhat difficult to ignore.
Author's Note: Hey everyone. Well here's Chapter 8, and I'm seriously hoping to finish this story soon, ya know? Um . . . this chapter is supposed to help lead up to the end, but well, I dunno, I'm still trying to paste all these chapters together so they can create a conclusion. ^_^, Eheh, I'm not sure how great I'm doing with that so you guys are gunna have to tell me what ya think. Well anyway, you didn't come here to read my A/N gibberish! You came here to read my Yu Yu Hakusho gibberish! Okay, well, onward worthy readers and thanks for hangin' in there with me!
Chapter: 8
Yusuke hit the key hard in a gesture of finality. He grinned up at Kurama who stood looking over his shoulder, also smiling.
"And that's that, we're done." Yusuke said. He got up from his chair and let Kurama slide in. The fox went up to one of the menus and hit 'print'. The printer next to the computer started making a clatter as it readied itself to work. Then Kurama turned to Yusuke who looked back at him slightly wary. He raised an eyebrow at his dark-haired friend.
Yusuke bit his lip. "Kurama, you're absolutely POSTIVE that there aren't any errors?" He asked.
Kurama shrugged. "Yusuke it's been proof-read a dozen times by professionals. If there are any mistakes, I can guarantee you that none of them are so distinct that your junior high science teacher will catch them." He reasoned.
Yusuke nodded. "Guess you're right."
At about that time the printer spat out the last page of the infamous report. Kurama took them into his hands, handling them as though they were delicate sheets of fine crystal. He walked to the other side of the room and picked up some transparent paper protectors. Kurama slipped each vital piece of paper into a protector and when he was finished he hooked them into a black, three ring binder, then he handed it to Yusuke who took it and hugged it to his chest as though he were a child who had just gotten his favorite teddy bear back. Kurama waited then while Yusuke got over his intimate moment and put it in his bag.
"So now what?" Yusuke asked.
Kurama shrugged. "I don't know if anything should be next Yusuke, you look sort of pale."
The Tantai rolled his chocolate eyes. "God, not that again. C'mon, I feel fine, in fact, I feel GREAT. I mean I just finished that stupid report and I'm excited, and I want to celebrate, so come on! Let's get Kuwabara and go out." Yusuke said this and obviously wasn't kidding because he snatched Kurama's wrist and literally pulled if not dragged him out of the room.
"Ah! Yusuke, Yusuke, okay, okay, I'm coming!" Kurama said, trying desperately to recover and match his friend's strangely rapid pace.
They made their way all the way to Kuwabara's house, and he seemed more than willing to come with them. They didn't even have to knock before Kuwabara came sprinting out of the house, yelling good-bye to his sister who they heard yelling in the background.
Kurama and Yusuke raised curious eyebrows at their friend who seemed anxious to get as far away from his house as humanly possible. Of coarse, that would mean going to either Reikai or Makai, and that wasn't worth the trip, so they settled for the arcade, where Kuwabara lost a racing game terribly to Yusuke, who later lost a game miserably to Kurama. After their depressing defeats, Yusuke and Kuwabara decided it was time to leave the arcade and go get some food. So the friends made their leave of the noisy place for the slightly more peaceful atmosphere of an outside restaurant. A Hamburger and french-fries was the collective order for the group, and since the waitress not only knew Kurama, but had a major crush on him, they got their food free.
"Man Kurama, do you usually free stuff?" Asked Kuwabara.
Kurama shrugged. "Sure, all around town." He answered easily and took a sip of his pop.
Kuwabara saw an opening in his friend's statement. "All around town, huh? So I take it the ladies aren't the ONLY ones who give you attention." He said slyly.
Kurama suddenly choked on his drink and started coughing at Kuwabara's comment. A blush adorned his cheeks, and it took him a few moments to recover, in which Kuwabara and Yusuke laughed. After that Kurama decided that a swift change of subject was far past due.
"So tell me Kuwabara. What was Shizuru so upset about?" He asked.
Kuwabara's happy face fell to one of annoyance and he rolled his eyes. "I dunno man. Every month around this time she just gets really bitchy. I don't know why but it's really annoying!" He said and then bit into his hamburger savagely. Yusuke and Kurama exchanged looks and Kurama shook his head, trying to hide his smile. Yusuke wasn't so gracious, and he started to chuckle. "Kuwabara, you ARE an idiot." He said.
Kuwabara blinked. He was confused. "What? What's so funny? Hey you better stop laughing Urameshi or I'm gunna pound your face in." He threatened.
Yusuke laughed harder. "I'd like to see you do that Kuwabara." He said.
Kuwabara frowned and looked to Kurama who wasn't hiding his smile anymore. "Kurama, what do you guys know that you aren't telling me?" He asked.
Kurama bit his lip and looked at Yusuke who gave him the go ahead to tell Kuwabara. Kurama shrugged and leaned over the table. He whispered into Kuwabara's ear and the boy nodded, nothing truly registering in his mind. When the youko turned human sat back down he looked at Yusuke.
"Wow, he took it pretty well." Kurama said. Yusuke nodded in agreement.
Kuwabara shrugged. "Well, sure, there's nothing abnormal about my sister having her . . . wait . . . WHAT!? EWWW! GROSS! WHY'D YOU TELL ME THAT!? EW, EW, EW, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D TELL ME THAT ABOUT MY OWN SISTER!" He exclaimed. Several people started staring.
Yusuke started laughing again, and Kurama raised an eyebrow. "Oops, spoke to soon." He mumbled.
"Man, you really WEREN'T listening in Health class were you Kuwabara?" Yusuke said through his laughter.
Kurama noticed the very annoyed looks of the other customers. "Kuwabara sit down, please. It's really not that big of a deal. Every female does it." He said, trying to persuade his friend to relax. It took a few more words, but eventually the boy sat down and Yusuke ceased laughing. Kurama decided that yet ANOTHER swift subject change was past due. He cleared his throat to speak, but Kuwabara, also thinking they should change the topic, beat him to it.
"So Urameshi, where's Keiko?" He asked absently.
Yusuke looked up sharply at his friend. His cheery expression melted away and his features became tired and his eyes lost their incandesce twinkle that everyone had become so accustomed to seeing. It was disturbing. He looked down then at his almost empty plate.
"Keiko . . . she's busy." He answered quietly.
Kuwabara raised an eyebrow at Kurama, looking to him for an answer, but the fox did not have one and he communicated this by shaking his head. Kuwabara searched for an answer himself, but found nothing, so he chose to cheer his friend up instead.
"Oh well, we can have fun without her, right Kurama?" He said happily.
"Of coarse we can." He agreed.
Kuwabara stood up. "Yeah, we'll finish up here and then us guys 'ell go to an action packed, manly, bloody, gory, movie!"
Yusuke looked up. He didn't feel like doing anything. He actually hadn't from the very start, but he needed a distraction and until just recently he had been adequately provided with one. He nodded to Kuwabara. He didn't want to think about things that hurt right now . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~
The night ended four hours later, and all the boys went to their respective houses. Yusuke was tired, exhausted really. He went home to find that his Mother was gone on one of her little outings, but that was nothing unusual. In fact, had she been home Yusuke might have been frightened.
He yawned and went to his room, closing the door behind him. He undressed quickly, sliding into his pajamas. He frowned at them for a moment. They were green with little teddy bears wearing nightcaps on them. His mother had picked them out for him for his birthday, so he couldn't very well return them or reject them without a huge guilt trip. He sighed. Well, they were comfortable anyway. He shrugged and crawled onto his bed. The sheets were cool and the blankets warm and welcoming. He felt much better lying down, on the verge of sleep. His eyes closed half way and he watched hazily out his window. The sky was a lighter shade of black because of the city lights, but the stars were still visible, twinkling, laughing, frolicking, and watching. Their father, the silver moon smiled down at him, offering him his ages of kind wisdom, and it was to this lovely image that Yusuke fell asleep.
He fell asleep and he dreamt that he was standing in a vast field of golden, tall grass under a purple Makai sky. The wind blew softly and he could sense surrounding youkai, but they did not attack him, they merely surrounded him, walking, crawling, flying, whatever, and ignored his presence. And Yusuke couldn't move his feet. It was as though he were bolted to the ground, but no one cared, or noticed, no one spoke to or even looked at him. They just walked around him, avoiding him all together and then, she appeared in the swarming waves of demons. Keiko. She had her hand extended out to him and a smiling face as she approached him. Yusuke gently put his hand in hers. Suddenly, a sort of electricity omitted between them and Keiko jerked her hand back from his. She cradled it to her bosom and glared at Yusuke.
"Keiko, I--" He started, but he couldn't hear his voice, he couldn't feel his lips moving, or his tongue forming the words. He could not speak, only watch as Keiko extended her hand once more, this time urging him to look at her singed, cut, and bloody palm. Yusuke tried to say something . . . anything, but there was nothing. Abruptly, Keiko slapped him hard against the face, leaving a steak of her blood smeared across his cheek then she turned and began walking away, slowly melting in to the crowd, slowly leaving him, and all he could do was stare and watch with wide eyes and a pained heart.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Okay people, today is the day that everyone has been waiting for. That's right, today we find out who won the campaign for the coordinator of the end of the year dance. Cast your votes and by the end of the day we'll have them tallied out. Teachers, if you would please excuse your classes to do so at this time, thank you." Said the voice over the intercom in all the classrooms.
Every teacher dismissed their classes and all of the students filed in to the cafeteria where the voting was to take place. It was noisy and crowded, but Keiko drank every bit of it. Oh how she hoped that most of those ballots held a check next to her name. She looked around for Amissa and found the blonde girl standing off to the side, seemingly in the same state of hopefulness. Keiko gently fingered her injured wrist. It was healing nicely, but she wouldn't even have to worry about how well it healed had it not been for the latter girl. She narrowed her honey colored eyes. If she could win this then she wouldn't be forced to seriously injure her dearest rival.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Yusuke sighed as the announcement came on. He would have to go down and vote, he knew Kuwabara was. He waited though until every student had left the classroom before approaching his science teacher. The man had his head down, deeply buried in paper work, so Yusuke cleared his throat casually to try and catch his attention. Mr. Shou looked up and frowned.
"Ah, Mr. Urameshi. What? Here to give me a lame excuse as to why you don't have that report I was promised?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.
Yusuke smirked and pulled out the binder. He laid it on the man's desk. Mr. Shou eyed it and then Yusuke.
"Hm, so you got it here, but we'll see if it's worth a passing grade Urameshi. I expect you to be here after this whole voting thing is through with, understand?" He asked.
Yusuke shrugged. It could have meant yes, it could have meant no, but it didn't matter, because Yusuke knew that he would be back. He had to keep his promise to Keiko. So he made his way to the cafeteria. He saw Kuwabara in line for the voting and knew that his friend would indeed vote for Keiko. Briefly, he wondered how many would. He scanned the room more thoroughly. His eyes fell on Keiko. She seemed to be in a frantic state and talking wildly to her friends. It dawned on him that he hadn't told her about completing his report so he made his way to her. The crowd parted for him, for no one wanted to get in the way of the feared Yusuke Urameshi. He rolled his eyes. Stupid people. He had never started a fight once in his entire life. The fight had always been brought to him in one form or another. If not for that then he would usually keep to himself.
"Keiko." He said, tapping her on the shoulder. She turned around and smiled happily when she saw him.
"Yusuke!" She said in surprise. She gave him a brief hug. "So whataya think my chances are, hm?" She asked, stepping back a way.
Yusuke looked around again. "It's in the bag Keiko. I bet over half of these people are here for you." He said encouragingly.
The girl looked dreadfully worried. "I hope so . . ." She looked at him slyly then. "And if I DON'T win I'm blaming it all on you!"
Yususke chuckled and rolled his eyes. "So what else is new? Uh hey, so guess what I--"
Suddenly, Yusuke was cut off by the summoning, high-pitched voice of a girl over the crowd. "Keiko!" She called in urgency.
Keiko lifted her head, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of her friend. "What?" She called.
"Oh Keiko hurry up, the first few votes are being tallied!" She said.
Keiko gasped. "All right I'm coming! Bye Yusuke!" She said and before he could utter another sound she disappeared into the crowd.
Yusuke watched her go, and it was just like in his dream only minus the blood and the demons. Although he supposed that the kids could somehow symbolize the demons. They ignored him, walked around him, never once acknowledging his presence and Keiko, well he'd wanted to speak to Keiko, but couldn't, and then her walking away was like a slap in the face to him. He shook his head. He'd been doing WAY too much English, but at least he could safely say he now understood symbolism. He rolled his eyes. Yay! Yusuke's accomplishment for the day! Suddenly he felt more ill than he had earlier in the morning. He coughed and he had a bit of a headache. He had to ignore it though. So rather than paying any sort of attention to it, he looked around for a line to get in. He saw one that was shorter than the rest and stepped in with a sigh. Headaches were somewhat difficult to ignore.
