I don't think this chapter came out as well as my other ones...probably causeI feel likeI rushed feelings in this chapter. I dunno. If you guys think there is a problem with this chapter then I'll rewrite it.

And here we go...

Disclaimer: I own all the little characters you do not recognise from the manga or the shows of both Chobits and YYH. I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, that belongs to Yoshihiro-san. I do not own Chobits, that belongs to those wonderful CLAMP girls.

Chapter 5- Yusuke Grieves

Kuwabara grabbed the doorknob to put the key in and was surprised to find the door unlocked. With a shrug he places the keys in his pocket and steps in. Taking off his shoes he called out into the small apartment, "Yusuke, I'm back! I forgot my wallet; have you seen it anywhere?" When he didn't get the expected smart-aleck reply he looked up from his feet to an empty room.

Growling lowly the carrot top dropped his backpack at his feet and stepped into the room, glancing around for any sign of the Persocom. After a thorough inspection of the apartment it was painfully clear; Yusuke was gone. Feeling a headache coming on, Kuwabara leaned against the eastern wall. "Why am I so surprised that little shit didn't listen to me. And he left the goddamn door wide open! I swear to god this thing is going to kill me," he thought rubbing his forehead with frustration. The instant Kuwabara had stepped out of the apartment that morning he knew something was going to go wrong. And of course the black-haired Persocom would be the cause of it, like he normally was.

Why couldn't Yusuke just listen for once? Maybe things wouldn't be as bad as they were if the bloody robot would just follow his rules for once. He was tempted to just go to school and leave the machine out there on the streets. Unfortunately his conscience wouldn't allow it. Despite how much Yusuke made him angry, he'd rather not have the guilt of having something happen to the Persocom. Reaching over to snag his wallet off the dresser Kuwabara pulled his shoes back on and hoisted his backpack onto his shoulders. "Better go out and find him before he does something stupid."

It had been a good few hours since he had left the apartment complex and Yusuke had seen a lot of the ridiculously large and crowded city. He was amazed by the tall buildings and sea of people, though he wasn't too pleased when he occasionally bumped into someone else. He saw people and Persocom's of all kind, some tall like Kuwabara and others that seemed shorter then Hiei if that was even possible. Everywhere he looked he saw a human and a Persocom doing something together. Yusuke found it a bit strange that the more he explored the more he saw people going about with the human like computers then other people.

Deciding not to let this bug him he continued to mess around and observe life in the city, thoroughly enjoying himself the entire time. Unfortunately, Yusuke began to feel overheated from being out in the hot sun for too long. Fearing something might go haywire inside of him from the heat; the raven-haired machine turned tail and began the long trek back to the stuffy apartment. Kuwabara wouldn't be due home for a long time, and this would give him a chance to mess around in the carrot top's stuff and dig up some dirt. Cackling evilly to him self Yusuke flipped on his navigation system and let it lead him home. Not really paying attention to the people around him, Yusuke yelped as he ran into something soft and tall. He struggled to regain his balance, quickly masking his surprise and got ready to give whoever had bumped into him an earful.

"Yusuke!" Brown eyes snapped up to meet the angry gaze of Kuwabara Kazuma.

"Shit!" Kuwabara's eyes were narrowed and his face one of anger and disappointment that the Persocom had disobeyed him; again.

"I was looking all over for you! What the hell are you doing out of the house!" Yusuke didn't respond and looked down at the ground. "Answer me, Yusuke!" All the anger he had felt at the apartment and from the past two weeks came back at once, accumulating into a giant mass of rage and fury towards the orange haired young adult.

"You can't tell me what to do!" Yusuke shouted, glaring up at Kuwabara defiantly. "You don't own me therefore I don't have to do what you say!" The orange haired man stared at him with an unreadable expression on his face. Kuwabara opened his mouth to say something but Yusuke didn't give him the chance to as he quickly brushed past the human, not paying attention to what he was doing or what was going on around him as he stalked across the street.

He felt so angry; where did that human come off telling him what to do! He ignored the people around him calling out to him, too engrossed in his own thoughts to hear them. However he could hear the last person he wanted to; Kuwabara.

"Yusuke!" Kuwabara screamed out with a strange desperation, but the raven haired machine ignored him. Suddenly he was shoved forward, the Persocom stumbling before crashing down on the opposite side of the street.

"What the hell was that for!" Yusuke shrieked angrily, waiting on the human's bitching to start about him leaving the apartment and so and so. But it never came. In its place was the loud screeching of tires and screams of people around him. Yusuke froze, slowly rolling onto his back and gasping in horror.

Lying in the street a few feet behind a car which had swerved to the side was Kuwabara, unmoving and bleeding heavily from only god knows where.

The events after that seemed like a blur to the raven haired robot; unfocused images and voices and words he could not recognize. He remembered the feeling of someone leading him somewhere, but his artificial mind was far too gone to protest or realize just who the person was at the time.

He just couldn't stop seeing that image, as if it was burnt onto his hard drive like a stubborn virus that required a total shut down and restart to remove. The image of Kuwabara soaked in his own life giving liquid, his clothes absorbing the blood and turning a dark maroon color. The sound of sirens wailing as ambulance and police pulled up, at least a dozen people suddenly blocking his view of the carrot top.

It was at least three days afterwards when Yusuke realized he was back in Kuwabara's apartment; however he wasn't alone. Hiei sat in the far corner opposite of the TV, watching the other Persocom carefully as if expecting him to attack. "H-Hiei…?" Yusuke whispered with uncertainty. All he received in reply was an irritated grunt, as if Hiei would have rather been anywhere but there at that current point in time.

Yusuke was vaguely aware of the memory of Kurama finding him on the sidewalk, saying something to him before quickly leading him back to Kuwabara's tiny home. He scolded Yusuke for leaving the door unlocked but then left him alone once he saw the look on Yusuke's face. Apparently Kurama had asked Hiei to stay behind with Yusuke to watch over him, afraid of what might happen to the Persocom if left alone.

Looking down at him self Yusuke was surprised to see a fine layer of dust had settled on him, coating his skin and the clothes Shizuru had gotten him. At first he just stared, debating if it was worth moving to shake it off or not. At the moment he didn't feel like making the effort to move; something didn't feel right inside of him. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the outside world again. To the observing Hiei, Yusuke reminded him of a human in denial, trying to pass this off as a bad dream and wishing to wake up. The shorter Persocom made no effort to talk to the other, just content to silently watch him for the time being.

"Hiei," Yusuke called out after half an hour had passed. The red eyed Persocom looked up, grunting to show he was listening. "Why did he save me? I've been nothing but cruel to him but he still saved me." It took a minute or two for Hiei to respond.

"Humans are strange that way; especially the kind like Kuwabara. They sacrifice themselves for others, even if the others in question have treated them very badly. As long as the other is safe, they don't care if they live or die." The other snorted and continued, "You'd never see me doing that for a Persocom or a human. I like functioning properly."

"Not even for Kurama?" Yusuke opened his eyes when Hiei didn't answer, frowning deeply before trying to move. However Yusuke soon discovered he felt completely drained and could barely lift his hand a few centimeters off the ground. Still with his stubbornness he persisted, struggling to move himself. Watching the pitiful sight for several more minutes Hiei finally decided to show him pity and got up to aid the other android.

"You haven't been outside since the accident, and that was almost four days ago. You haven't been in sleep mode since; I wouldn't be surprised if your battery was dying." Yusuke kept quiet as Hiei heaved him up, wrapping the taller computer's arm around his shoulder before beginning to drag him to the door.

"Where are we going…?"

"We need to get you outside to charge. I seriously doubt the apartment's electrical wiring could handle a Persocom so it's best we charge you with sunlight rather then electricity." Unable to find enough sufficient power to reply Yusuke simply let the other take him outdoors and sit him against the wall, sunlight streaming down onto his dusty frame. Slowly he felt himself feel reenergized but stayed where he was, trying to sort himself out.

It was very difficult to remember what had happened in the last four days, though he wasn't sure of that was his own doing or from the data corruption inside of his memory banks. Despite his memory issues, Yusuke knew something didn't seem right. He felt scrambled up on the inside, as if one of his programs malfunctioned and needed to be rebooted. He still couldn't understand why Kuwabara hadn't just let him get hit by that car; he sure as hell hadn't shown the other kindness in the past two weeks and a half they'd been together.

Why had he risked his own life for an asshole like him? It just didn't add up; no matter how many times Yusuke computed it. But what was even more confusing was why did Yusuke seem to care? He and Kuwabara obviously were not friends, not too close, so why had Kuwabara saved him and why did it bother Yusuke?

"How's Kuwabara doing?"

"I don't know. I've been here with you the entire time. Kurama hasn't returned from waiting on the big oaf at the hospital. He's probably dead, not that I would mind," Hiei replied a little too harshly, but thought nothing of it as he always did. Yusuke just looked at Hiei sadly; both for the fact Hiei could never understand how much he could hurt someone with what he had said and that he could never feel the cold feeling that cycled through Yusuke. He just couldn't picture how it could be like to live and not feel, was that really living? Then again, would a machine like himself even be counted as a living thing?

He saw Hiei straighten up in the corner of his eye and listened to the sound of approaching footsteps. Risking a glance up Yusuke met the delicate face and eyes of Kurama, who looked at him with a mixture of pity, grief, and fear. The redhead knelt down beside the Persocom and quietly whispered to him, "Hello Yusuke, how are you feeling?"

With a sad smile Yusuke lowered his head again, "Like I was hit by a really bad Trojan." Kurama gave him a small smile, though both Persocoms could see that it was false.

"I'm here to take you to see Kuwabara. I thought you might like that." Brown eyes looked up at Kurama, the human gasping at what he saw. His eyes had a haunted look about them, so much emotion within them it was hard to pinpoint just one out of the several.

"Please," Yusuke rasped, reaching out to tug gently at Kurama's shirt sleeve. "Take me to him."

It just couldn't be Kuwabara; it couldn't. Yusuke stared at the sickly pale boy laying in the hospital bed, tubes going up his nostrils and into his arms. His chest shook with each raise and fall, as if it was difficult for the carrot top to breathe. Behind him Kurama and Hiei stood, the shorter Persocom holding the door open for Kurama who had irritatingly remained in the doorway.

"They said he was bleeding internally and externally. His ribs had cracked and poked into his lungs, not piercing them completely but causing some damage," Kurama paused, trying to recall what else the doctors had told him. "He wasn't doing too well for the last four days, which is why I didn't come to get you right away. Kuwabara has a concussion but luckily no brain damage." Yusuke didn't respond and Kurama wasn't sure if he could tell the distraught Persocom the rest. Deciding it was best to tell him he continued, "They almost lost him. Kuwabara was dead for four minutes before they managed to bring him back."

Yusuke slowly crept towards the metal contraption that was jokingly called a bed, his eyes wandering over Kuwabara. There was no way this sick, tired, frail looking person was Kuwabara. Who was this stranger in his bed? Curly orange hair flared out in a huge mess all over the thin pillow and on his face, giving Kuwabara the appearance of a fallen angel. Yusuke's hand tightened around the bar on the side of the bed, his eyes screwing shut as he tried to block out the sight before him, to deny it. Kurama and Hiei glanced at each other before slowly backing out of the room and closing the door behind them, leaving Yusuke and Kuwabara alone.

Five days passed and Yusuke refused to leave the carrot tops side. Kuwabara had still yet to awaken, or even show the ability to breathe on this own. It was a week and two days since the accident that everyone found really difficult to forget. The raven haired Persocom had remained silent all that time despite constant prodding from Kurama and Hiei. Eventually the two relented and came just to check up on Yusuke and Kuwabara, the visits mostly silent. The window was left open so Yusuke could keep himself charged with sunlight, plus it only served to make the situation gloomier to keep the room dark. Shizuru had come to visit and was in tears when she saw her baby brother looking as if he was still dead.

She sobbed quietly, holding her brother's hand tightly in her own. Through the entire visit she had not once looked at Yusuke nor spoke to him, all her attention focused on Kuwabara. She left later that night and returned the next day before she was forced to leave to return to work.

That was on the tenth day. No one visited for the next two days.

Near noon on the 13th day, Yusuke finally worked up the courage to speak. He stood beside Kuwabara's bed, his hands on the rail of the bed once more.

"Why," the Persocom croaked, the scrambled feeling inside of him twisting up into something much worse. "Why did you save me? Answer me, you big stupid jerk! You almost died; you could have died! What about your sister, your grandparents, and your friend, Kurama? Didn't they mean anything to you? Why risk it all for someone like me!" Yusuke sucked in a breath, even if he did not require air, and held it.

"You stupid bastard," he whispered barely audible. "What did you do to me? Why do I feel like this?" Slowly falling to his knees Yusuke pressed his face into the rough sheets they had tucked around the human, letting out a shuttering sigh. "I hate you. I hate you so much, you know that?"

Silence answered him. Yusuke remained like that, unwilling to move away from the sleeping man. He felt the need to do something as the sorrow bubbled up inside him, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

He paused, his sensory program picked up something running gently through his wild jet-black hair, and slowly he pulled away from the bed to see the tired and pained face of Kuwabara. The tall human smiled weakly, his eyes clouded over with exhaustion and pain killers. His smile faltered slightly at the miserable look on the Persocom's face, "Whatsamatter?" His words ran together, slurring slightly as an affect from the drugs they pumped into his body.

Yusuke felt twisted up inside, like his wiring had got caught in knots. He stared up at the human and gazed into his pained eyes, "I'm hurting, Kuwabara…" The carrot top didn't say anything but sat up a little more and pulled lightly against the Persocom's arm as if asking him to rise. The machine obeyed and blinked when he found his face pressed against something his sensory circuitry registered as warm and soft. The fingers began to run through his hair again, and he realized Kuwabara had hugged his head to his bandaged and barely clothed chest.

"I don't know why I'm so worried about you! I don't even like you!" Yusuke pressed his face deeper into his chest as if trying to hide from who he was confessing to, "I hurt so much when I saw you bleeding like that! I felt like I was being assaulted by twenty million viruses at once." Kuwabara stared down at the machine, wincing as his face pressed a little too hard on his ribs. Shaking the Persocom wrapped his arms securely around Kuwabara's waist as if afraid the carrot top would disappear forever. "What's wrong with me? Why did you save me? Why, you stupid fucker…" Yusuke let out a sob even though no tears could pass from his eyes and clung tighter to the human. Letting out a small sigh Kuwabara began to rock back and forth a little, ignoring his own pain to try and bring Yusuke back to his normal jerk ass self.

"Everything's gonna be fine, Yusuke. I'm going to get out of this hospital and we're gonna go home and bitch at each other like no tomorrow," he whispered soothingly, continuing to comfort the machine even though his mind told him he was being foolish for doing so. Well right now he wasn't listening to his mind. Yusuke hesitantly reached up to grasp at the thin material they had dressed the orange haired male in, sighing a bit as a small smile formed on his face.

"Yeah…I'd like that."

Seriously...something about this chapter bothers me...