At first I wasn't even gonna bother making a part tow but a lot a people wanted me too and reading a poem bit-bm wrote inspired me! Danke! All right ya'll lets get this thing a rolling.
Genkai looked inside one of her spare rooms. Yusuke hadn't gone home. Kurama tapped her shoulder. "How is he?" "He just sits, there he's like a zombie." She shook her head sadly. "He won't let Koenma bury Kuwabara. Yusuke is convinced Kuwabara will come back....Koenma won't have Kuwabara buried until Yusuke calms down a bit more."
Genkai nodded and looked back at Hiei, "It's not your fault." Hiei looked at her, his face was that of a bitter soulless man. "I never hated Kuwabara, but I didn't like him either. I was so quick to assume he was a a traitor. I didn't even notice the bruises, or his tormented eyes..."
Hiei growled, "I'm the one that killed him. I signed his death warrant without any remorse!" Hiei smashed his hand on the wall, "And for some reason..." Hiei looked at him, his face returning to normal, "I hate myself."
Kurama went silent, tears in his eyes, "I made that mistake as well, we all did, Yusuke was the only one that new, that new Kuwabara wasn't a traitor..."
"We should have known. It was I that even told him, and that he needed to use his kind heart!" Genkai growled.
"But you didn't." The group jumped turning to Yusuke. He was crying, "You didn't listen to me. So now he's gone. But he'll be back soon, he just got mad. He'll return from vacation soon." Yusuke walked past him, Kurama about to cry, Genkai squeezing her fist, and Hiei gritting his teeth.
Kurama suddenly shuttered, "It got cold." Everyone had stopped moving, and Yusuke had turned around. Genkai looked nervous.
"Over there..." Kurama whispered, his eyes wide. The group turned catching a pale hand disappear down the hall. Yusuke ran to the hall, but saw nothing. "What was that?" Kurama asked voice shaking.
"A ghost." Genkai stated clearly.
The group looked at each other, and in a dead voice Yusuke whispered, "Kuwabara."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Where am I?
This place is so familiar....
I don't belong here...
I want to fade away.
For the crime I have committed, my body should be crumpled under Satin's foot.
I'm a traitor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Koenma and Boeton where now in the house, trying to see if they felt any presence. "Something was here, but it retreated...like it's roaming..." Koenma spoke.
"It was ashamed." Boeton spoke sullenly. "It wanted to see something, but the ghost was ashamed of a crime, and retreated." Boeton was crying, "There is no doubt in my mind that it was Kuwabara."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Their voices....
"What did they offer you?"
"Money?"
"...You won't repent for this sin..."
"Don't make me do it..."
they're bodies at my feet. They should not mourn my murder, my passing. It was the best thing for them.
I hate my self...the disgusting thing I am.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yusuke and the others sat around Genkai. They weren't going home. They were staying. They would stay and try to figure out if it was Kuwabara, or some other tortured soul.
"If the spirit has come here before, it will surely come again." Genkai said calmly, "If a spirit visit's a place, it is drawn there. And will not leave that place for a long period of time."
Genkai looked up, and into Yusuke's eyes.
"Get some sleep, everyone."
"No."
Yusuke refused.
"Listen Yusuke, ghosts...you can feel them more strongly in the dark, on the brink of sleep. Why do you think small children are afraid of the dark? When we are young, we have a strong sense. And eventually we grow out of it, but if we don't...we basically become spiritually aware, like k-" Genkai stopped herself, not sure if she should say it.
Yusuke got up, going towards his room. "Like Kuwabara."
"I feel as if Yusuke has died as well..." Kurama choked out, tears in his eyes again. He could see Kuwabara clearly in his mind, with the hand through his chest. Small, in human sounds coming out of him; the sounds of a death that had come all too soon, parting from an innocents lips.
'I have murdered two people.' Hiei thought bitterly. He could see Kuwabara laughing, and telling him, that he was correct. That he was a traitor. No, Hiei was the traitor, Hiei had done terrible things. They piled up, and now he murdered two beings with one stone. Slaughtering an innocent, that had did it's best to know wrong, and the one that loved the innocent.
"They were two halves of one soul." Hiei said softly.
Genkai and Kurama looked at him, and then back to where Yusuke had walked off. "He's right. Yusuke was the half that was strong and unafraid, Kuwabara was strong, and weak at the same time, brave, but afraid like every human is."
"Two have died here, not one."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Why...?
I find my self back in the halls.
Blood drips out of the hole in my chest...
Smearing on the floor...
My foot prints are blood, blood drips down my finger tips...
Where had it all come from?
A hand comes to mind.
And the sound of whistling air....
I want to visit, Not a long visit....
I want to see him...
Just one more time....
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yusuke lay in his bed, a long white sheet over his slender body, nearly going to his knees. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to sleep.
"Kuwabara...why?" He whimpered and finally eased to sleep.
As he slept his door opened, and there was a slight pressure on his bed. Yusuke was unaware of this. A pale glowing hand ran it's fingers through the soft hair, no longer hard by gell.
And Yusuke dreamed.
Yusuke was in a white room, crying. He was trapped in a cage, as Kuwabara lay bleeding on the ground. Blood...everywhere. Spilled on the ground as if someone had thrown a gallon of scarlet paint on the white floor.
He sobbed, falling limp into the cave, and he found himself in a dark room. He curled up in a ball, Kuwabara's name on his lips.
Something soft touched his skin.
His eyes opened and he saw Kuwabara. The room was now a light blue, and Kuwabara wore all black. His skin the color of a China doll, and his orange hair cascading down his long face. There was a red stain on his shirt in the front and in the back.
Kuwabara was crying.
He held one of Yusuke wrists gently in one hand, and his other hand cupped Yusuke's face. "Shh...shh...don't cry. Shush now." Yusuke wrapped his arms around him, ignoring the cold blood staining his own chest now.
"KUWABARA...OH KUWABARA!" Yusuke sobbed so loudly. Kuwabara's arms wrapped around Yusuke, and he placed his face in the nape of Yusuke's neck. "Shh...You need to be happy I'm gone....Now I won't betray you."
"You didn't betray me...or the others! You saved us! We're the ones that betrayed you! I was so Da*m confused, I was too weak to convince the others you were good...to Dam* weak..." He had pulled away, crying into his hands.
Kuwabara touched Yusuke's hands, and Yusuke looked at him. Kuwabara leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on Yusuke's lips. He pulled away looking at Yusuke for protests, seeing none, he leaned in and gave another one, a longer one.
Yusuke arms around Kuwabara's shoulders and, Kuwabara's hand gently on Yusuke's tanned cheek, while the other was on Yusuke's hip. They held the kiss, until Yusuke pulled away gasping for air. Kuwabara did not gasp, not needing air.
Yusuke placed his head on Kuwabara's chest. "I need you...Don't go...Please...I...I love you...Without you I've turned into a weakling. I'm mush...I need you to make me strong again."
"Oh Yusuke..." Yusuke pulled away and saw Kuwabara's head was pointing up at the ceiling and his eyes were closed, his red hair flying upwards.
He'd forgiven himself.
His clothes turned into pure white, and wings, that changed from one color to another pulled out of his back. Feathers landing around them. "Yusuke..." Kuwabara whispered looking at him. Yusuke got on his knees, and held Kuwabara too him, holding him, his nose buried in his hair.
"I'm not letting you go."
But Yusuke felt something waking him up.
"You have to let me go..." Kuwabara smiled tears running down his cheeks. "
Your leaving."
Kuwabara spoke those words and Yusuke began to fade away. The last sing he saw of Kuwabara was his smiling face.
"KUWABARA!" Yusuke sat up, tears streaming down his face. He gripped his' covers tightly, and starred at the open door. "Kuwabara."
Kurama and Hiei came rushing in. "Yusuke!"
Yusuke looked at them, and wiped his tears away. "He's gone...He's moved on..." Yusuke swallowed. "Will you please take me home?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*
My wings shine.
They reflect my love, my soul, me.
Bur I'm leaving them here, at the doorstep.
They will wait for me...
But I will not leave him alone
~*~*~*~*~*~*
The three made their way through the quiet street. Everyone seemed to had disappeared. Hiei walked, with Yusuke hand on his shoulder.
Yusuke had told Hiei, Kuwabara was not mad at him. And he had truly believed that Hiei was right. There was nothing to forgive. Something had been lifted from Hiei's shoulders, but the bitter sadness remained.
Kurama felt comforted by the news of Kuwabara moving on. But Kurama had wanted to say his farewells to Kuwabara, and hold him and apologize. He felt empty, he wanted so much to say good bye.
Yusuke abruptly stopped.
"Yusuke?" Kurama asked looking at him. The two following Hiei's gaze. Hiei took a small step forward, is calm composure gone. Kurama's hands had gone to his mouth.
Wearing all white, and no shoes, Kazuma Kuwabara made his slow walk towards them. His hair was down. and he was sickly pale. He looked as if he'd woken from a long nap. He stopped, and gave his famous goofy grin.
Hiei and Kurama were at his side, Kurama smiling and hugging him, tears running down his cheeks. His was speaking lowly too him, looking him strait in the eyes. Kuwabara smiled and placed a friendly hand on his shoulder, and Hiei looked completely like himself.
Yusuke was frozen.
Kuwabara met his eyes, and smiled, tears welling in his. Yusuke ran forward, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, standing on his tip toes. Kuwabara's arms was wrapped around his waist, his head on Yusuke's shoulder.
"Yusuke..." Kuwabara whispered in his ear. Yusuke gripped him tighter, both teens sobbing. Kuwabara sunk on his knees, unable to stand, the two still holding each other.
"Kuwabara I'm not letting you leave me again..."
Kuwabara sniffed, and Yusuke pulled him away, one hand in his hair, and the other around his waist. Yusuke tilted his hand back, and kissed him deeply, breaking it for air.
"I love you." Kuwabara whispered, hugging Yusuke harder.
"Kuwa...I won't let you go."
"I won't go anywhere...I'm sorry I left...I won't leave again...."
"I won't leave you again."
well thats it...i like how this turned out.
Genkai looked inside one of her spare rooms. Yusuke hadn't gone home. Kurama tapped her shoulder. "How is he?" "He just sits, there he's like a zombie." She shook her head sadly. "He won't let Koenma bury Kuwabara. Yusuke is convinced Kuwabara will come back....Koenma won't have Kuwabara buried until Yusuke calms down a bit more."
Genkai nodded and looked back at Hiei, "It's not your fault." Hiei looked at her, his face was that of a bitter soulless man. "I never hated Kuwabara, but I didn't like him either. I was so quick to assume he was a a traitor. I didn't even notice the bruises, or his tormented eyes..."
Hiei growled, "I'm the one that killed him. I signed his death warrant without any remorse!" Hiei smashed his hand on the wall, "And for some reason..." Hiei looked at him, his face returning to normal, "I hate myself."
Kurama went silent, tears in his eyes, "I made that mistake as well, we all did, Yusuke was the only one that new, that new Kuwabara wasn't a traitor..."
"We should have known. It was I that even told him, and that he needed to use his kind heart!" Genkai growled.
"But you didn't." The group jumped turning to Yusuke. He was crying, "You didn't listen to me. So now he's gone. But he'll be back soon, he just got mad. He'll return from vacation soon." Yusuke walked past him, Kurama about to cry, Genkai squeezing her fist, and Hiei gritting his teeth.
Kurama suddenly shuttered, "It got cold." Everyone had stopped moving, and Yusuke had turned around. Genkai looked nervous.
"Over there..." Kurama whispered, his eyes wide. The group turned catching a pale hand disappear down the hall. Yusuke ran to the hall, but saw nothing. "What was that?" Kurama asked voice shaking.
"A ghost." Genkai stated clearly.
The group looked at each other, and in a dead voice Yusuke whispered, "Kuwabara."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Where am I?
This place is so familiar....
I don't belong here...
I want to fade away.
For the crime I have committed, my body should be crumpled under Satin's foot.
I'm a traitor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Koenma and Boeton where now in the house, trying to see if they felt any presence. "Something was here, but it retreated...like it's roaming..." Koenma spoke.
"It was ashamed." Boeton spoke sullenly. "It wanted to see something, but the ghost was ashamed of a crime, and retreated." Boeton was crying, "There is no doubt in my mind that it was Kuwabara."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Their voices....
"What did they offer you?"
"Money?"
"...You won't repent for this sin..."
"Don't make me do it..."
they're bodies at my feet. They should not mourn my murder, my passing. It was the best thing for them.
I hate my self...the disgusting thing I am.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yusuke and the others sat around Genkai. They weren't going home. They were staying. They would stay and try to figure out if it was Kuwabara, or some other tortured soul.
"If the spirit has come here before, it will surely come again." Genkai said calmly, "If a spirit visit's a place, it is drawn there. And will not leave that place for a long period of time."
Genkai looked up, and into Yusuke's eyes.
"Get some sleep, everyone."
"No."
Yusuke refused.
"Listen Yusuke, ghosts...you can feel them more strongly in the dark, on the brink of sleep. Why do you think small children are afraid of the dark? When we are young, we have a strong sense. And eventually we grow out of it, but if we don't...we basically become spiritually aware, like k-" Genkai stopped herself, not sure if she should say it.
Yusuke got up, going towards his room. "Like Kuwabara."
"I feel as if Yusuke has died as well..." Kurama choked out, tears in his eyes again. He could see Kuwabara clearly in his mind, with the hand through his chest. Small, in human sounds coming out of him; the sounds of a death that had come all too soon, parting from an innocents lips.
'I have murdered two people.' Hiei thought bitterly. He could see Kuwabara laughing, and telling him, that he was correct. That he was a traitor. No, Hiei was the traitor, Hiei had done terrible things. They piled up, and now he murdered two beings with one stone. Slaughtering an innocent, that had did it's best to know wrong, and the one that loved the innocent.
"They were two halves of one soul." Hiei said softly.
Genkai and Kurama looked at him, and then back to where Yusuke had walked off. "He's right. Yusuke was the half that was strong and unafraid, Kuwabara was strong, and weak at the same time, brave, but afraid like every human is."
"Two have died here, not one."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Why...?
I find my self back in the halls.
Blood drips out of the hole in my chest...
Smearing on the floor...
My foot prints are blood, blood drips down my finger tips...
Where had it all come from?
A hand comes to mind.
And the sound of whistling air....
I want to visit, Not a long visit....
I want to see him...
Just one more time....
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yusuke lay in his bed, a long white sheet over his slender body, nearly going to his knees. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to sleep.
"Kuwabara...why?" He whimpered and finally eased to sleep.
As he slept his door opened, and there was a slight pressure on his bed. Yusuke was unaware of this. A pale glowing hand ran it's fingers through the soft hair, no longer hard by gell.
And Yusuke dreamed.
Yusuke was in a white room, crying. He was trapped in a cage, as Kuwabara lay bleeding on the ground. Blood...everywhere. Spilled on the ground as if someone had thrown a gallon of scarlet paint on the white floor.
He sobbed, falling limp into the cave, and he found himself in a dark room. He curled up in a ball, Kuwabara's name on his lips.
Something soft touched his skin.
His eyes opened and he saw Kuwabara. The room was now a light blue, and Kuwabara wore all black. His skin the color of a China doll, and his orange hair cascading down his long face. There was a red stain on his shirt in the front and in the back.
Kuwabara was crying.
He held one of Yusuke wrists gently in one hand, and his other hand cupped Yusuke's face. "Shh...shh...don't cry. Shush now." Yusuke wrapped his arms around him, ignoring the cold blood staining his own chest now.
"KUWABARA...OH KUWABARA!" Yusuke sobbed so loudly. Kuwabara's arms wrapped around Yusuke, and he placed his face in the nape of Yusuke's neck. "Shh...You need to be happy I'm gone....Now I won't betray you."
"You didn't betray me...or the others! You saved us! We're the ones that betrayed you! I was so Da*m confused, I was too weak to convince the others you were good...to Dam* weak..." He had pulled away, crying into his hands.
Kuwabara touched Yusuke's hands, and Yusuke looked at him. Kuwabara leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on Yusuke's lips. He pulled away looking at Yusuke for protests, seeing none, he leaned in and gave another one, a longer one.
Yusuke arms around Kuwabara's shoulders and, Kuwabara's hand gently on Yusuke's tanned cheek, while the other was on Yusuke's hip. They held the kiss, until Yusuke pulled away gasping for air. Kuwabara did not gasp, not needing air.
Yusuke placed his head on Kuwabara's chest. "I need you...Don't go...Please...I...I love you...Without you I've turned into a weakling. I'm mush...I need you to make me strong again."
"Oh Yusuke..." Yusuke pulled away and saw Kuwabara's head was pointing up at the ceiling and his eyes were closed, his red hair flying upwards.
He'd forgiven himself.
His clothes turned into pure white, and wings, that changed from one color to another pulled out of his back. Feathers landing around them. "Yusuke..." Kuwabara whispered looking at him. Yusuke got on his knees, and held Kuwabara too him, holding him, his nose buried in his hair.
"I'm not letting you go."
But Yusuke felt something waking him up.
"You have to let me go..." Kuwabara smiled tears running down his cheeks. "
Your leaving."
Kuwabara spoke those words and Yusuke began to fade away. The last sing he saw of Kuwabara was his smiling face.
"KUWABARA!" Yusuke sat up, tears streaming down his face. He gripped his' covers tightly, and starred at the open door. "Kuwabara."
Kurama and Hiei came rushing in. "Yusuke!"
Yusuke looked at them, and wiped his tears away. "He's gone...He's moved on..." Yusuke swallowed. "Will you please take me home?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*
My wings shine.
They reflect my love, my soul, me.
Bur I'm leaving them here, at the doorstep.
They will wait for me...
But I will not leave him alone
~*~*~*~*~*~*
The three made their way through the quiet street. Everyone seemed to had disappeared. Hiei walked, with Yusuke hand on his shoulder.
Yusuke had told Hiei, Kuwabara was not mad at him. And he had truly believed that Hiei was right. There was nothing to forgive. Something had been lifted from Hiei's shoulders, but the bitter sadness remained.
Kurama felt comforted by the news of Kuwabara moving on. But Kurama had wanted to say his farewells to Kuwabara, and hold him and apologize. He felt empty, he wanted so much to say good bye.
Yusuke abruptly stopped.
"Yusuke?" Kurama asked looking at him. The two following Hiei's gaze. Hiei took a small step forward, is calm composure gone. Kurama's hands had gone to his mouth.
Wearing all white, and no shoes, Kazuma Kuwabara made his slow walk towards them. His hair was down. and he was sickly pale. He looked as if he'd woken from a long nap. He stopped, and gave his famous goofy grin.
Hiei and Kurama were at his side, Kurama smiling and hugging him, tears running down his cheeks. His was speaking lowly too him, looking him strait in the eyes. Kuwabara smiled and placed a friendly hand on his shoulder, and Hiei looked completely like himself.
Yusuke was frozen.
Kuwabara met his eyes, and smiled, tears welling in his. Yusuke ran forward, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, standing on his tip toes. Kuwabara's arms was wrapped around his waist, his head on Yusuke's shoulder.
"Yusuke..." Kuwabara whispered in his ear. Yusuke gripped him tighter, both teens sobbing. Kuwabara sunk on his knees, unable to stand, the two still holding each other.
"Kuwabara I'm not letting you leave me again..."
Kuwabara sniffed, and Yusuke pulled him away, one hand in his hair, and the other around his waist. Yusuke tilted his hand back, and kissed him deeply, breaking it for air.
"I love you." Kuwabara whispered, hugging Yusuke harder.
"Kuwa...I won't let you go."
"I won't go anywhere...I'm sorry I left...I won't leave again...."
"I won't leave you again."
well thats it...i like how this turned out.