Thanks to the reviewer that suggested another chapter centering on Rae, it gave me the idea for this chapter: thanks!

I own Rae

Keep in mind that Rae doesn't know Yusuke came back to life.

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She boarded the plane headed to Bordeaux, France just twenty three days after her high school graduation. In those last days she had basically fallen to pieces; in fact her grandfather, her only relative left, had the gall to put her into psychiatric "treatment"- to send her to a therapist. A week after that kid died, her grandfather told her she needed a break; that she had a lot of stress on her mind and he thought she needed to rest her frayed psyche. HA! That old bat didn't know what crazy was! No, she wasn't crazy. In fact, she was angry. Angry she couldn't save Yusuke Urameshi, age 14; yeah, she knew his name. Angry that he had given up so easily, that he didn't fight back as hard as he could. Angry at those people that just stood around and did nothing to help him, and angry at herself for not trying hard enough.

So yea, you could say she felt guilty. In fact, the guilt was overwhelming. It took over her mind, her dreams, her movements, everything, until it consumed her. When she closed her eyes she could see the life draining from Yusuke Urameshi; whatever she touched felt like his dying heartbeats; he was even the subject of her dreams.

"I bet the moron that hit him didn't even get a year in jail." She muttered to herself.

In a way she thought of herself as a coward. She couldn't stand to stay in Japan after what had happened; she knew that if she did she would spend the rest of her days wondering what he would have looked like, where he would've gone, what he might've been doing; she wouldn't have been able to live with those thoughts. The only way she got through the nightmares at first was to keep him nameless, but that stopped working when she attended his wake and sat in the back pew; listening to those who had known him mourn and cry over him. His mother was the worst of it all; she wouldn't even look up at those expressing their condolences, she just sat there and sobbed. Rae couldn't bring herself to go up to her, she just listened instead. She learned a lot about the kid she had push her own breath into. She heard stories of him being the biggest punk in his school, that everyone was afraid of him, that he was just some bully that enjoyed tormenting his classmates and teachers.

Those people must not have known him any better; cripes, he died saving a kid for crying out loud! The two that really grated on her last nerve were couple of teachers of his (the lady next to her pointed them out), the way they talked about him at his own wake was appalling! It was like Yusuke was a bug they had stepped on; Rae had almost gone over to them and beat some manners into them, but another man had beaten her to it (although he had done the beating verbally). That had been another of his teachers, she supposed, and she was grateful he had stepped in like that. The dead didn't deserve to be talked down upon.

Rae accepted her drink from the stewardess, thinking back to the day after the kid's wake. She hated that day with a passion. It was her first of several trips to the therapist. She went through the whole routine of the inkblots, the laying on the couch, talking about her feelings, the whole spiel. Of course she didn't learn anything she didn't already know. No, the learning began with the last therapist she ever went to, Dr. J. Alexandria. Her grandfather had flown her in from Canada just for Rae to talk to (mostly because he was tired of all the crazy). Dr. J had asked her immediately about Yusuke Urameshi and the accident. She wanted to know what Rae knew about him as a person; all Rae could give her was what she remembered about the accident and his obituary she had clipped from the news paper. Rae also told her about his wake and her nightmares about him, about the rage she felt towards herself for failing him.

She told the doctor about a boy that had showed up at the wake, one of Yusuke's friends, who had showed up yelling at the kid about how he hadn't beaten him in a fight yet. She told the doctor everything; even the things that she hadn't told any of the other therapists. The doctor just took steady notes and asked questions and when Rae was done telling she just look up from her note pad and said ;

"Well, I think you'll be relieved of the fact that everything that you've been experiencing is completely one hundred percent normal." What did she just say? Normal?

"People that have been through what you've been through sometimes develop strange bonds with victims in a traumatic accident. Especially if those people were trying to save the victim and the victim died. They feel like it's their fault that this person died and it starts to drag down that person like a weight is tied to their feet. They see the victim's face and hear their voice; it's a very unique situation, indeed. In your case, you had the added stress of graduation and final tests adding onto that guilt and pressure; making it worse." Rae heaved a sigh of frustrated relief at those words; small tears made rivulets down her cheeks. She knew she wasn't crazy, but no one believed her.

"Does this mean I don't have to take the anti depressants anymore?" Her grandfather had forced her to take them ever since the second therapist prescribed them to her.

"No, I have a different prescription for you." Oh God, not more pills.

"I want you to go abroad, anyplace in the world, and I want you to stay away from here for at least a year." A vacation? Awesome, at least she won't have to take pills the size of suppositories for Rhinos.

"Alright, I think my mom's family is still out in France somewhere." Rae hadn't spoken to either of her parent's families since they died.

So that is how she ended up on a plane heading to France. On a journey to help herself get over the guilt and rage; also to get over the cruel fact that Yusuke died, and she was totally fine with that. Though, she didn't try to completely forget him. His obituary was taped to the inside her suitcase, it was laminated of course; the original had ripped from all the folding and she had laminated the new one in a panic.

So if you asked Rae if she was crazy, she would hit you and say no, she never was. If you asked her if she had had to see more therapists, she would smile and say no. If you asked her if her nightmares had gotten any better, she would say yes and she had slept the entire night when she got to France for the first time in almost a year.

If you asked her if she had ever gotten over Yusuke's death, she would say no, she never would.

And she was fine with that.

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Night: I plan on a sequel to be added onto the end of this as a third chapter. Review and all that jazz, thanks!