Disclaimer: I haven't said it in awhile, sooo... I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. Grar.
Please enjoy this last chapter! x)
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Yusuke knows he's lucky to have her. Like, really lucky.
It's not that he considers himself a bad guy, because he doesn't. He's helped out his share of both strangers and friends in his life, and he figures saving the world a few times over earns him a "pretty damn decent guy" medal.
He just knows she could have done better.
She could have snagged a guy that would bring her flowers every night. She could have gotten the man that would never forget their anniversaries, even though he also juggled a very high-paying job as a CEO of some company. She could have selected one who all of her friends liked, even making her the object of envy for others. The one that could put a rope of diamonds around her neck and always make her happy.
But she didn't.
She didn't have to, but instead she chose the childhood best friend that made her late to class from the exertion of going to the rooftop and dragging him back with her. She picked the boy that made her cry more times than he could even count. She decided on the guy who picked fights with humans, then moved his way up (rather smugly) to demons. She walked home with the one who left her for two years and couldn't even bring her back a present, just- well... Himself.
Confessing to her that he's thought about any of this, however, isn't an option.
Because if there's anything more infuriating (and yet so damn beautiful) about Keiko, it's that she is stubborn.
He can see it all unfold. She would drop whatever she was doing, taking a moment to softly sigh and shake her head. She would take his face in both of her hands (actually, that part would be nice; he can never resist kissing the soft flesh of her hands... ANYWAYS.) and scold firmly but softly that he's got a bigger brain than that, doesn't he? How could he possibly think that? She would then promptly launch into a cheesy rant that only Keiko-now-Urameshi could pull off seriously about how he's a better man than anyone else she could have chosen, how he's given her so much more than she could have ever hoped to get. This is the point where he knows he would kiss her. And kiss her some more. And kiss her until they were fumbling their way into the bedroom-
Okay. So maybe he wouldn't regret telling her for the hands-on-face thing or the hot makeup sex to come afterward. But he just... He doesn't want her to deal with it. He doesn't want her to feel any more sadness and worry on his part than she already has, doesn't want her to be reminded of days past when he made her cry or angry or both. Of all the times he should have been there, but wasn't.
... He just wants her to want to be with him. That's it.
Call him a selfish prick, but he thinks that's all that really matters in the end.
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A/N: Aaand that's a wrap, folks! :) Thank you to all that have read this story, and especially those that have stuck with me since the beginning... Regardless that this was only five chapters. In drabbles. I just like making myself look bigger and badder than I am :P
I am hoping to write two "twenty truths" style fics for the fandom in the future, one being dedicated to YuKei and one having at least a little bit of them in there (because, seriously, I can't resist). So if you liked this (and would like each fact to be shorter) check it out when it's posted! :)... Or review this. Or both. Whichevahs ;D