Disclaimer: Do you think I'd be calling this 'fanfiction' if I owned Yu Yu Hakusho? No. Didn't think so.
-Kuwabara's Thoughts-
Sometimes you hate him. You want to kick his sorry behind into next week.
Sometimes you're grateful because of him sticking up for you. Sometimes, a little bit too grateful.
Then he makes you mad again. And you hate him even more than the last time.
It's even worse when he beats you in a fight. Or antagonizes you. Or beats someone up better and faster than you could. That's when you're smacked back to reality. Your cold, brutally honest reality that tells you everything you don't want to hear.
That you're a loser. That you're weak. That you'll never amount to anything.
Then you start to feel desperate. Desperate for attention. To be recognized. To be loved.
No matter how hard you try, no one ever seems to think that you're any good. That even though you seem strong, you'll still never be as good as Him. Everybody thinks that. Especially the shrimp.
You hate him with your whole being, but if it weren't for him, you wouldn't be even a little bit stronger than you were a few years ago.
Damn that Urameshi! This is all his fault, isn't it? Well, in a way, it is. But you are also to blame. He did not make you stronger. You did. Isn't that reassuring?
