Important Note! Please don't skip! So, I hate to do this, but I've finally admitted to myself that I'm probably not going to finish this. I've pretty much run out of inspiration/steam with it, and I'm sorry.
But, I did write the last four chapters of this fic ages ago. Rather than just leave this fic hanging, I've decided to post those chapters and call it complete. Thanks so much to everyone that has followed/faved/reviewed this story. You mean a lot to me!
It wasn't true. It wasn't! Kuwabara wouldn't let it be true!
Urameshi couldn't be dead!
Kuwabara shoved his way into Urameshi's house, heedless of his friends trying to pull him back. His eyes founds Urameshi's picture sitting on top of a casket. The sight pierced him deeper than any knife could, and his pain and anger spilled over.
"You little punk!" Kuwabara said, dragging himself deeper into the house, oblivious to the eyes that followed his movements. "You think you can just back out 'cause you're scared?"
"Kuwabara, this is a place of mourning," Okubo said, trying to push him back out of the door.
Kuwabara ignored him. His world had narrowed down to that picture, the picture of Urameshi carelessly staring at him, his brown eyes so totally unconcerned with Kuwabara's pain.
"I'm not gonna leave," Kuwabara said. "Not until he comes out here and lets me fight him!"
"He can't do that anymore," Okubo said.
He could! He had to!
Kuwabara strained against his friends' grip, reaching out for the picture. "I'm gonna beat you down, you punk! You hear me? Who do think you are?" Emptiness welled up inside of him as the picture just stared at him. "Who am I gonna fight now, huh? Who am I gonna fight?"
"He's gone!"
"No!" Kuwabara's fist shot out at the picture, but it didn't dodge. It didn't block his fist, it didn't laugh at his stubborn attempt. Kuwabara stopped his punch before it landed. "You're supposed to be here. For me."
Tears fell as Kuwabara couldn't deny it anymore. Urameshi was gone, he was dead, and part of Kuwabara had died with him.
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