Hi! I'm Keiko Yukimura! I'm...
Keiko sat on her bed, dressed in her purple pajamas that had yellow daisies on them. Her hair had been put down, and light was off. It was quiet, and she was ready to lay down and go to sleep...
"KEIKO!" a sing-song voice called from outside her room.
"Ah!" Keiko fell off her bed in surprise.
Her door swung open and the light flickered on.
"Mother! Don't surprise me like that!" Keiko scolded. "I'm tired, and it's late."
Her mother chuckled. "Sorry, dear."
Keiko stood up, brushed herself off, and yawned loudly. "Why are you up, anyway?"
"Well, I had just remembered something. I signed you up for a pen pal a few weeks ago, and-"
"What? Why did you sign me up for a pen pal? Without my permission, better yet!"
"You've been depressed ever since Yusuke left," her mother said calmly. "So, I decided to ease your loneliness! Aren't I a great mother?"
Keiko glared.
"It's too late to argue. Your pen pal's letter came today, and I forgot to give it to you!"
She handed Keiko a sheet of cute, pink paper.
"Good night, dear!"
Her mother closed the door behind her as she left.
Keiko skimmed the letter. The person was obviously a girl, which gave her relief. She still didn't want a pen pal, but at least it wasn't a person who would try to seperate Yusuke and herself, like so many boys did at her school.
She got a pen from the desk in her room and sat on her bed. She decided to write a quick reply to the letter, just so her mother would leave her alone.
Hi! My name is Keiko Yukimura. I'm sixteen years old, and...
She paused. And what?
... and I'm a very...
Very what?
... very...
Any adjective will do, she thought. I don't need to put much effort into this.
I'm sixteen years old, and I'm a very intelligent person.
She reread the sentence. No, that sounds snobbish, she thought. She crossed it out with the pen and started over.
I'm sixteen years old, and I'm a very nice person.
No, no, she thought. Nice people are modest. Crossing it out, she thought over and over again of what to write.
Twenty minutes of thinking.
Hi! My name is Keiko Yukimura. Nice to meet you!
She frowned. That makes me sound optimistic. Again, she crossed it out.
She soon found herself caring more and more about the letter. She continued to write, cross out, and rewrite sentences. No matter how she wrote it, she was never satisfied. She was fully convinced that it would make the pen pal see her as everyone else did; a smart and atheletic student that's friendly to her many friends, and violent to the boys who continously try to lift her skirt; also known as perfect to the average person.
Deep down, though, she was sick of being "perfect". She wanted people to notice her flaws, her rare stupidity, her true self. She wanted people to know that she had feelings, and that she was willing to sacrifice herself for the people she loved. She wished people would know how she had bravely ventured into a fire, how she had rushed to revive Yusuke, how she had protected against herself from demons...
She sighed. She wouldn't have been brave without Yusuke. It was Yusuke who was brave, she thought. Not me.
She blinked a few times, then sat straight. In her mind, she remembered Yusuke. She had still been brave for him. She had been strong for him. And she would always be.
That's something she wanted people to know. She took a deep breath, picked up her pen, and got out a new sheet of paper. She cared slightly less for the letter's depth, and chose a quite girly, but to the point, introduction...
Hi! My name is Keiko Yukimura. I'm sixteen years old, and I love a boy named Yusuke Urameshi.
-End
Random enough for you? oO Eheh. Yeah. I felt like Keiko needed more fanfictions, so I dedicated this one-shot to her. -ahem- Yeah. I get this kind of impression off Keiko, so if you don't, well, then the fanfic probably meant nothing to you. But whatever. Hope it didn't suck too bad.