"Kirishima," Kuwabara said one day during lunch, "what's the count right now?"
"Twenty-nine to zero," Kirishima said.
"I don't know how you can forget something like that," Sawamura said.
Kuwabara scowled at him. "I haven't fought Urameshi all year," he said defensively.
He hadn't felt like fighting since…Well since. But his heart didn't hurt as bad now as it had before, and he found that he missed the thrill that only fighting Urameshi could give him.
"Are you going to make it an even thirty to zero?" Okubo asked.
"Okubo!"
"Sorry," Okubo said hastily. "I meant twenty-nine to one, of course."
Kuwabara stared at him, unconvinced. "Want my dumpling?" Okubo offered with a nervous smile. Kuwabara accepted the dumpling, deciding that Okubo's words could be forgiven this time.
When school ended, Kuwabara rushed outside the gates and found Urameshi. "Urameshi! I challenge you!"
Urameshi stopped and smirked. "You're just a glutton for punishment, aren't you Kuwabara?"
"This time, I'm going to win," Kuwabara said.
"We'll see about that!"
They went to it with a will, not holding back. Kuwabara was proud of how he was keeping up, until he tripped and fell towards Urameshi. Unfortunately, Urameshi chose that moment to throw his hardest punch yet, and it connected solidly with Kuwabara's nose.
Kuwabara fell to the ground, pain searing through his face, accompanied by a sharp crack. He tried not to cry as blood gushed out of his nose and stained his shirt. It was more blood than he'd ever seen, even counting his other nose bleeds.
His friends immediately surrounded him. "Kuwabara, are you okay?"
"Okubo, go get the nurse!"
"Stay away from him, Urameshi!"
Kuwabara looked up just in time to see Urameshi run away, and then the nurse was there, and Kuwabara forgot everything except his pain.
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