"Hey," Urameshi said as he climbed in the backseat beside Kuwabara.
Kuwabara scowled and refused to return Urameshi's greeting until he saw his dad's glare in the review mirror. "Hello," he grumbled.
"So, what have you done this summer?" Mr. Kuwabara asked.
Urameshi shrugged. "Nothing much."
Before a moment of uncomfortable silence could build up, Mr. Kuwabara asked, "So, which is your favorite Ranger?"
Urameshi instantly perked up. "The Green Ranger."
Kuwabara couldn't help but scoff. "The Red Ranger is way cooler."
Urameshi smirked. "Then how come the Green Ranger was able to beat him up when they first met?"
Kuwabara sputtered. "Well, how come the Red Ranger is the leader if the Green Ranger is so great?"
Urameshi rolled his eyes. "He couldn't be the rebellious team member if he was the one in charge."
"They're both pathetic," Shizuru said, "now hush."
There was a moment of shocked silence before both boys erupted in protests even louder than before.
"We're here!" Mr. Kuwabara called over the noise, sounding surprisingly cheerful despite all the arguments.
Pretty soon they had their tickets and large popcorn to share and were settled in the theater seats, eagerly waiting for the show to start. When it did, Kuwabara was swept away in the story of the epic fight between good and evil.
But more memorable than the movie was the moment near the end when Urameshi leaned over and whispered in rushed, low voice, "I'm sorry I broke your nose."
Kuwabara looked at him in surprise, but Urameshi refused to meet his gaze. He wavered a moment on whether or not he should extend forgiveness; that broken nose had hurt. But then he remembered his dad's words, and Kuwabara lightly punched Urameshi in the shoulder with a grin letting him know everything was okay.
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