"What the hell?" Kuwabara demanded.
Yukimura stared up at him, her face pale beneath the ash and sweat. "Kuwabara, please – "
Kuwabara shook his head. "No way, what's wrong with you?"
"He's not dead!"
Kuwabara stared at her. That's impossible. Urameshi was dead. There had been a wake and everything. The figure propped up against the tree stump was Urameshi's corpse…
Beneath the blanket wrapped around him, Kuwabara saw Urameshi's chest move. Crouching down for a better look, Kuwabara realized that it wasn't his eyes playing tricks on him.
Urameshi is alive.
He looked over at Yukimura. "How?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "I had this dream, and then…I don't know what happened. But he's alive, and he's going to wake up again. He is."
Kuwabara couldn't help it, a grin broke out on his face. Urameshi was alive. No, it didn't make any sense, but that didn't really matter.
"Well, what do you know, you punk," Kuwabara said. "Looks like I'm going to get the chance to beat you again after all."
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