"I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt Eikichi!" Kuwabara said. He'd lost so much else already, he couldn't lose her too.
"Good," Sakamoto said, smirking. "This is your last order. Hit your three friends until I say stop."
"What?" said Kuwabara, feeling cold. He couldn't hurt his friends. But if he didn't, that punk and his friends would hurt Eikichi.
"Go ahead, Kuawabara," Sawamura said.
"Yeah, we can take it," Okubo added.
"No," Kuwabara said. "I won't do it!"
"Then say goodbye to your cat," Sakamoto said. The thug holding Eikichi broke a glass bottle and pointed the sharp edge at Eikichi.
"No!" Kuwabara cried, stepping forward, but he already knew he'd never make it in time.
A fist came out of nowhere and the thug went flying. A familiar figure caught Eikichi before she hit the ground.
Is that…?
The figure turned around and grinned. "Hi."
Urameshi.
"You've really come back from the dead," Kuwabara said. Yukimura had said that he would, and Kuwabara had wanted to believe her, but it had just seemed so impossible. But seeing Urameshi now, Kuwabara suddenly felt lighter than air.
"That's right," Urameshi said cheerfully, "and I'm in the mood for a relaxing throw down." So saying he dashed forward and kicked one of Sakamoto's goons in the stomach.
Kuwabara grinned and looked at his friends. They grinned back. "Let's do this!"
They joined Urameshi in the brawl, and Kuwabara didn't think he'd ever felt so alive.
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