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POV: KUWABARA

Chapter Four

Being dead was a weird experience. It wasn't what I expected at all. For the most part, I hung around Urameshi because I knew he could feel my presence. I tried touching him a couple times but he shuddered every time and I thought it might be a good idea to stop.

I floated along with Urameshi to his new house. He'd moved out of his mom's house three weeks prior for a reason he wouldn't tell me. He wasn't all the way unpacked.

"Sorry about the mess," said Urameshi, looking in my direction.

I tried to send the feeling of understanding in his direction. Communicating with emotions was hard but he seemed to get it.

"Knew you'd understand," he said. "Join me for dinner?" he asked with a smile on his face.

Something weird happened then, all of a sudden, I felt some intense sadness coming from Urameshi. I wanted to ask him what was wrong but I didn't know how to communicate that with emotions. In stead, I just sent some love at him.

"What?" said Urameshi. "Why are you loving at me?"

He was blushing. I laughed.

"I felt that," he said. "You're laughing at me."

"Then tell me why you're blushing," I said, frustrated.

Urameshi looked in my direction confusedly. "Man, I wish I knew what you just said. It feels like you're worried about me or something. I'm okay, in case you're wondering."

I sent some disbelief in his direction.

"I'm fine, Babe, don't worry," said Urameshi.

I laughed again at being called 'babe.'

"I hope you don't think I'm kidding by calling you Babe," said Urameshi.

I gaped at him and he started laughing. "You are too easy," he said. A lonely look crossed his face. "I wish I could see you. I wish my spirit awareness was as great as yours so I could see ghosts. To tell the truth, it kinda bugs me knowing you're dead even though you're coming back in a little while." Urameshi looked at the clock on the wall. It was nearly seven pm. "Too late for dinner," said Urameshi. "Not hungry anyway." I followed him up the stairs to his bedroom.

He's going to bed this early? I wondered.

"No, I'm not going to bed right now. At least not to sleep," said Urameshi. "I think you should probably leave me for a while, you don't need to be here for this."

I was confused until I noticed that he had a raging hard-on. If I had blood, I'd be blushing. "When did that happen?" I asked, not expecting an answer.

"It's your fault. You kept touching me," said Urameshi. "Now get lost, unless you want to watch..." He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I stayed put.

"You're a real jerk sometimes, you know," he said, starting to undress. "You brought this on yourself, I'm going to get revenge as soon as you come back."

I decided right then that this was none of my business but it was like watching a train-wreck, you don't want to stare but you can't look away. I tried not to stare at his naked body but I was drawn to him. He smiled. "I felt that," he said.

I floated over to him and kissed him as if I were solid. I think he felt it because he moaned. I touched his shoulders and felt him tense under my touch. He took a sharp breath when I ghosted my finger-tips across his neck. A sensitive area I suppose.

I experimentally touched his need and he gasped. "I c-can feel that!" Urameshi blushed and closed his eyes.

I kissed him again and backed him up against his bed. He fell on his butt as soon as the back of his knees hit the bed.

I felt his hand cover mine, then seem to meld into it. "This is crazy," Urameshi breathed. "I'm being felt up by a ghost!"

His hand moved the same time mine did. Urameshi gasped. "This is so intense... I feel you like you're here."

"I am here," I whispered, kissing his neck.

I guided his hand again and he flinched. "That feels soo good," he moaned.

I started moving our hands faster and Urameshi screamed in blissful agony. I noticed that his tattoos were starting to show. His hair started growing but Urameshi wasn't paying attention. Lost in sensation, I guess.

I started to worry when the color of his hair lightened and the tattoos turned purple but he was still himself. Moaning and crying out.

"K- Kazuma!" he cried at his release. I smiled and lay beside him on his bed, happy that he called me by my first name for the first time since I met him. "I love you so much," he whispered before drifting off to sleep.

"I love you too," I said. "Even if your hair is silver."

Sorry that Kuwabara got such a short chapter but there's not much I can do with a dead character.

Let's try to ignore the fact that Yusuke just technically committed necrophilia, okay?