Fall faded into winter, and winter melted into spring. Kuwabara's first year of school was almost over. He was intent on enjoying his last week with his friends, in case he didn't see them over the summer. This led him to ignore Urameshi and their feud (they'd had several more fights over the year, all of which Urameshi had won, but Kuwabara would get him soon!).
Kuwabara had all but forgotten Urameshi until one day a girl's voice interrupted his playing during recess. "Excuse me."
Kuwabara paused to look at her. He recognized her as Yukimura; she was in his class and sometimes played with Urameshi, but Kuwabara had never spoken to her before. After all, she was a girl.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Do you know where Yusuke is?" she asked. "I haven't seen him since recess started."
Kuwabara frowned. He hadn't paid any attention to where Urameshi was, and he really didn't care. "I don't know."
"Oh, okay," Yukimura said.
She started to walk away, and Kuwabara watched her go. She hadn't asked for his help, but she'd seemed so disappointed with Kuwabara's answer.
"Wait, Yukimura," Kuwabara said. "I'll help you look for him."
"Okay, thanks!" she said.
Kuwabara decided to walk around the side of the school and see if Urameshi was there. Kuwabara's guess was right, and he found Urameshi behind the school with three fifth graders. Two of the boys were holding onto Urameshi, while the third one pulled back his fist to hit him.
Kuwabara didn't try to figure out what was going on, he just ran and tackled the older boy who was about to hit Urameshi. Three on one, especially when the boys were so much bigger, was just unfair. Kuwabara wasn't about to watch anyone, not even Urameshi, get hurt like that.
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