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I, in no way, shape, or form, own the manga/anime Yu Yu Hakusho. This is, after all, fanfiction.

Ginrei Rika

"Ah, Urameshi, you're here today."

Yūsuke paused, eyes slowly moving to look at the girl. "Mind fucking off, huh, Rika?"

Ginrei Rika.

The newest girl on the block, and to just about everyone, the prettiest. She'd come literally out of nowhere—no one having hear about her or know of her. If you asked most people it was like Rika had been there all their lives. But to Yūsuke, Rika was anything but that. On one of the few days he'd shown up to class, she was there, sitting casually without a care in the world.

"Who the fuck are you?" He had asked, and she smiled but not kindly.

She smiled like she had knives for teeth and was showing them off in a way someone might show off the gun in their back pocket. "Ginrei Rika. You?"

All dark hair, tanned skin and dark eyes, Rika didn't look very scary. Her features were too soft, as short as Keiko if not shorter, and girly and cutesy in an annoying way.

But her smile unnerved him.

And not much unnerved Urameshi Yūsuke.

"Urameshi Yūsuke," was all he offered before he'd fucked off right after.

It wasn't like Yūsuke was going out of his way to avoid her, but if he could help not being in the same room as her, he'd do that. Rika always seemed to find it funny he didn't like her—only Keiko saw that too. The way his hackles would rise and the way Rika looked smug. If Yūsuke could punch her, he would—except she didn't do jackshit. Rika would say greet him—less than that actually; all she'd do was note his presence and smile at him until he left.

It pissed him off every time and Yūsuke didn't know why.

Especially today—today was a day full of bad feelings.

(And being around Rika was the worst.)

They maintained eye contact for an eternal moment before Rika smiled that unusually sharp and cruel smiles of hers, a long finger hooking into the necklace she always played with.

"Take care, then, Urameshi."

Huh. That was a first.

"Yeah, whatever, Rika."

Creep.

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.

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Watching his own wake now, with Keiko wailing and even Kuwabara inconsolable, he probably should've taken Rika's advice more seriously. He couldn't remember the last time his mom raged liked that either.

If he had listened—

Yūsuke, dismebodied he might be, shivered.

"Botan?"

"Hmm?" The shinigami hummed, looking over as Yūsuke legitimately shook.

"Is she looking at us?"

Bubblegum pink peered into liquid gold.

Botan swallowed. "Yeah."