Why Even Bother?- A Yu Yu Hkausho Fanfic.

By Painin Uranus

.:AN:.

This comes from my own screwed-up mind. When you look at the world, what do you see? Do you see the wonders of the world, or do you see destruction? Do you see beauty or waste? What is it that you see when you look at what the human race has done with the world—what the human race is doing to the world?

This is what Yusuke sees.

Why Even Bother?

I feel sick.

And it's not because of Mom's horrible cooking, or the fact that Kayko literally dragged me to school for once today.

It's because of this place called Earth.

I'm not the sentimental type, but it just makes me feel like I'm going to hurl when I see what we have done to the world.

And it's sad.

Because I save this place everyday.

It's my job.

But, then again, I don't see why I'm saving these people from demons when…

I need to save them from themselves.

I need to save the world. Not the people that live on it.

They don't need saving.

And they don't need the demon's help to make the world resemble that of the Demon World.

They can do it fine on their own, albeit it would take a little bit more time—plus, it doesn't necessarily look all crappy and shit.

Before I became the Spirit Detective, I use to think that the world was a wonderful place. I mean, we created the video games, the gum, the punching bag, the fighting arenas, the glorious food—chips, soda, croissants (it's still a stupid name, but they taste great), ect. I never thought that the world was a horrible place.

I never thought of how badly we messed it up.

We the human race

Sometimes I don't see why I even bother trying to protect it, when all I see are assholes walking around like they own the place, bastards that think they can do whatever they want to other people, bitches going around and putting others down just so that they can feel good about themselves.

I like the way they look, but when they open their mouths…

You feel the need to take bleach and detergent (I now know what those things are thanks to Kayko) and stuff it down their throat.

I hate the world sometimes…

And I'm thinking this as I walk home, from school, beside the street as speeding cars zip down the road. It was one of those cars that had killed me.

Literally.

Their tail pipes spouting that ugly, sickening black gas…

I hate that gas.

I'm probably breathing it in with it mixed with the seemingly clean air called oxygen. But, it's not oxygen anymore because that disgusting black gas is combined with it.

There were trees over my head, their surprisingly still-healthy green leaves glinting like gems thanks to the blazing sun.

I hate that sun.

It disguises the world, making it seem like a friendly, happy place, when it really isn't. It makes people comfortable with the way they rule the world.

'Well, the sun is till shining, so I'll just keep filling the air with smoke.'

'I guess since the sun is still shining, that must mean that God is happy, so I can continue stealing things from people.'

'The sun is shining, what I'm doing is right.'

'The sun is shining.'

'The sun is shining.'

'The sun is shining.'

'The sun is'—Shit, that's what! So what if it shines? It shines practically every frikin day! How did it become some sort of prophecy? What kind of insight is that, huh?

And what does GOD have anything to do with it!

Those idiots, I get so enraged just thinking about it. I can never find the right words to describe how I feel concerning the way the world turned out.

By now, my face is set in a scowl, walking past the Ramen House without a second glance… or a first, for that matter. I just totally ignored it.

And I almost ran Kayko over because of it.

"Yusuke, what's wrong?" she asked with a concerned wrinkle around her brow.

And I stop.

I stare at her.

And I continue to stare, seeing things that make my anger wither away…

I can see true worry in her eyes, in her tone of voice. I can see the love for everyone shining in those eyes, just like that damned sun. I can see her hands are slightly pruned from helping her parents with the dishes back inside the ramen house. I can see a smudge of grease or something, possibly from cleaning the stove or whatever. I can see the wrinkles of exhaustion on her face, most likely from keeping up her with her homework assignments and stuff along with helping out others.

And despite all of this, she is worried because I'm mad at the world again—something that is almost as natural as breathing and fighting are for me.

"Hey, Urameshi, what's with the ticked off look?" A gruff voice asked from behind me, stupidity mixed with confusion. I smile only a bit as I turn to face him.

I see him standing there, his hands in his pockets as he tilts his head to the side. I can also see his upset gaze settling on mine, the confusion drifting away when he gives me his "I understand" look. As big of an idiot he can be sometimes, there are brains under it all.

"Yusuke," Kurama said in his quiet, calm voice. "Is there something wrong?" I know he can tell that something is, and I can safely bet my right hook that he knows what. He's just asking because he's polite and proper—never intruding. His composed tone laced with kindness meets my ears, almost soothing my anger right there.

Figures.

And they automatically move in front of me, so that I can see them all at the same time.

I almost smile.

Because now I know why I try so hard to protect this world.

People like Kayko. Who worry over the littlest things, trying their hardest to make them feel better… to help in some small way, no matter what situation they themselves are in.

People like her parents. Who stand up for what they think is best, standing by their morals… to show others that sticking to what they believe is right makes people stronger.

I fight for people like Kuwabara—despite my "dislike" for him. Who try their hardest to prove that they can make a difference, forcing their bodies to work even when they are crying out in pain… their will to complete what they need to with honor and respect ruling most of their strength.

People like Mr. Takenaka—Old Man. Who try their best to make others see their potential, show them that there is more to life than the small things… proving that anyone can succeed in life.

People like that kid that I saved from being hit by that car, and his mom. Who weep for the dead instead of taking pleasure in it, thanking those when they know that words are meaningless… trying to protect those that are too innocent in the mind from the darkness of the world.

People like Kurama—Suichi Minamino. Who do their best in whatever they do, and try to sympathize with others who are too caught up in depression to care about anything. Who try to make others feel better about themselves, no matter what they have to give up in doing so. Who try their hardest to succeed when they put their mind and energy into it.

I stared at each of them in turn, noticing that I was making them uncomfortable with a smile.

This was why I risked my life for the human race.

Because, mixed in with all of the assholes, bitches, bastards, and such…

Were people like them.

And then I saw my mother, standing with Mr. and Mrs. Yukimura… without the usual bottle of sake in her hands.

Despite her inability to take care of me properly, I still care about her.

I love her, just like I love Kayko, her parents, Kuwabara (as much as I hate to admit it), Kurama, and everyone else that I don't feel like naming at the moment… but deserve the thanks anyways.

I save the human race because of people like them.

And I know that if the world had been run by these kind of people, it would be a nice, but crappy place to live.

And as much as I hate the sun, the pollution, and the idiotic morons that control the world today…

I know that it will someday change.

Maybe the human race isn't all that bad after all.

But, then again…

Who am I to judge?

.:AN:.

I know that it was kind of stupid and crappy, but I think that I got the point across, don't you?

As much as I'd like to hide it, this is how I feel about the human race. I think we're just a load of morons… and I'm curious on how we've managed to avoid blowing up the Earth for this long…

Yes, humanity doesn't need the devil's help to destroy all of life as we know it, but it was a nice offer, really it was… Anyways, I'd like to apologize to anyone who may have been disgusted or offended by this story, but don't bother flaming me because I will just ignore them and delete them. This is how I feel and if I don't have the freedom of speech, then Bush as ruined this country more than I thought he had. (Once again, no offense).

As I have also put in this story, there are also good people out there that have some sort of conscience, and I must say that I love those type of people. THANK YOU, YOU GOOD PEOPLE! YOU'VE HELPED THE HUMAN RACE TO SURIVIVE THIS LONG! WITHOUT YOU, WE'D BE BURIED 6-FEET UNDER! THANK YOU AGAIN!

So, that's the end of this… I don't know, but whatever it is, this is the only one of its kind. My other stories don't have anything against the human race, Bush, or anything else like that.

Sayonara!

Painin Uranus a.k.a. P.U.