LOST IN LOVE - YUSUKE URAMESHI


A persistent tapping sound echoed through the air, followed by soft irritated sighs. A young man in his early twenties sat on an elaborately decorated huge chair - or should it be called a 'throne'? For years, this place had been an asylum to his wracked self. Here, at least, he did not have any need or reason to explain to anyone. Raizen had died a long time ago, leaving the entire kingdom under his son's rule.

Yusuke Urameshi was sitting here as the ruler of a dominant Makai kingdom, but there was hardly any indication that an ordinary looking young man would be a happy one.

Another sigh escaped from his throat as he stared at the high ceiling. It was so high that he could barely see the top. He squinted his eyes at the tiny speck of light coming from the center of the ceiling.

He blinked once and pursed his lips into a thin line. No, he wasn't thinking about himself. He was thinking of... someone. Someone very important to him.

Keiko Yukimura.

A wry smile lit up his face as he conjured an image of her smiling face in his mind. *I love her,* chanted Yusuke mentally as a fierce wave of guilt washed over him and winced as his heart ached sorrowfully. "I'm sorry, Keiko..."

Yusuke shook his head dejectedly. What was the use of saying sorry here when she was not around? He hadn't mistaken the disappointment in her eyes when he actually told her that he wasn't compatible with her.

He broke Keiko emotionally; and that hurt him more than a thousand knives slashing his flesh and wrenching his heart.

He broke her.

"Urameshi! How could you do this?! How could you hurt Keiko like that?" yelled Yusuke, pounding his fist on the gilded armrest of his seat. "How could you..." mumbled Yusuke as he laid his head onto his arm, his eyes looking at the vast hall.

It seemed too quiet, too lonely for words.

"I hate you, Urameshi..." groaned the young man, his sweat already dripping onto the throne.

So many years it had been. *Four years...* whispered Yusuke gently to himself. *It has been four years...*

It had been four years since he last stepped into Ningenkai. Atsuko was so supportive of him when he told her that he would be going to Canada for his studies. *Heh! Only ofukuro believes in everything I say...* snickered Yusuke but the brief moment of amusement was quickly replaced by bitterness.

*Why didn't you give this reason to Keiko?* asked a voice in his head. "Why? Why? Because Keiko is too good for me... I'm no match for her... I'm only a school bully and a thug whereas she is a good student with a bright future. I... I love her too much to let her live worrying for my safety every second of her waking moments. I don't want to let her wait for me," confessed Yusuke softly. "I'm not a good match for her..."

Reminiscences of those happy times he shared with Keiko flashed past his mind quickly. Sweet times and bitter times, happy moments and sad moments; they were all swirling in accordance in his mind. His right hand reached down to retrieve a piece of fabric from the pocket of his trousers. Carefully, he unfolded it and revealed a small white handkerchief. Gently, he fingered the handkerchief lovingly and stared at it.

The blood stain was there, so was the picture of a yellow canary flying freely. It was Keiko's. So many years had passed yet he refused to throw it away as it contained some of his most precious memories.

Slowly, a single tear rolled down the bridge of his nose.


Nine years ago...

A young girl was standing a few feet away from him, her face looking in the opposite direction. The street was empty and quiet, and the girl glanced repeatedly at her colorful wristwatch.

"Yusuke..." mumbled the girl and stood there silently, her eyes were still pinned to the end of the street, waiting for the boy. "Yusuke, I thought you promised me that you would come?" whispered the little girl, her voice trembling.

Yusuke nearly laughed out loud at this point but he controlled himself. *Haha, fat chance, Keiko. I came from the other way and you are still standing there waiting for me like some china doll,* whispered Yusuke playfully to himself. He brushed his hair back with his hand and grinned mischievously. It was already after school, but Yusuke had personally asked her to wait there as he wanted to show her his latest branded wristwatch. Yeah, as if it was the genuine thing for a twelve-year-old boy.

Creeping behind her silently, Yusuke slowly reached out his hands and grabbed the girl. "Keiko, try guessing who I am!" shouted Yusuke and erupted in loud explosive laughter.

"Yusuke no baka!" screamed Keiko and turned around reflexively, her hand swinging through the air. Yusuke yelped loudly as her hand made contact with his left cheek and he stumbled backwards, stars flying around his head. The stinging pain rushed up his sensitive nerves, bringing an instant headache.

"Ite, Keiko... It's extra painful," howled Yusuke and rubbed his flaming left cheek. A hand print had set in and the outlines of five fingers of Keiko's hand were clearly imprinted on his pale skin.

"Shut up, Yusuke Urameshi," growled the girl, her eyes flashing in anger. You are perverted enough to squeeze me *there*," continued the girl.

"Keiko Yukimura, the fierce tigress with a flat body," grumbled Yusuke loudly, intending to draw the girl's anger.

"Yusuke! I'll never forgive you for this! I hate you!" screamed Keiko and raced towards him, waving her black school bag. Yusuke simply made a face at her and ran off.

"Yusuke! Stop there!" shouted Keiko again and again, but the boy paid no heed to her voice. "Nah, Keiko, you can't catch me!" teased Yusuke mercilessly as he turned his head to look at the girl's progress while running away from Keiko's attacks.

"Owwwww...!!!" This time, it wasn't from Keiko, but it was from the boy himself. "Oww..." groaned Yusuke again. A huge rock lay in just beneath his ankle and he had fallen face-forward when he tripped on it. He tried to get up but a sharp pain shot up his spine, nearly bringing tears to his eyes.

"Yusuke!" screamed Keiko, not out of anger, but out of shock. There was blood slowly dripping from one knee onto the rough pebble- covered road and a pool of the dark liquid was gathering on the road. "Yusuke!" voiced out Keiko and quickly, she caught up with him and tried to help him up. Yusuke winced and tried to pry Keiko's fingers off his arm.

"Yusuke, you are bleeding!" exclaimed the girl and let him sit down on the road again. Quickly, she dug in her school bag to retrieve a small, white and pristine handkerchief and proceeded to carefully dab at the wound. Yusuke looked at her curiously, as the girl blew gently on the grazes on his knee, trying to ease the stinging sensation.

"Keiko, why are you so kind to me?" asked Yusuke slowly as Keiko's deft fingers cleaned up his wound with her white handkerchief. The girl stopped and looked up at him. "Why?"

"Yes, why? I want to know."

"Simply because you are my friend," answered Keiko with a small smile and continued wiping away the sand and foreign objects embedded in his knee. The wound was raw, but Yusuke didn't feel anything. He was too surprised to hear such an answer.

"Even when I teased you like just now?" asked Yusuke again, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

"Yes, but I also feel sad when you call me names..." replied Keiko softly, a slight twinge of hurt showing through her voice.

Yusuke suddenly felt ashamed of himself. Why had he called her names in the first place? He knew very well that Keiko would be angry and irritated but he didn't expect to hurt her feelings. Honestly, he would never ever cause harm to her. *Girls...* Yusuke shook his head and rolled his eyes. *Women are a breed that you will never understand what they are thinking. Like Keiko. She yelled at the top of her lungs that she hates me at one moment, but she is bandaging my knee the next,* mused Yusuke and smiled wryly but it was quickly replaced by a grimace.

"Alright, it's done," cheered Keiko happily as she knotted her handkerchief as a makeshift bandage just to cover the injured knee. "Yusuke, can you stand up now?" asked Keiko worriedly and tried to help him.

Suddenly the boy asked, "How am I going to return your handkerchief? I'm no good at washing little girlie stuff like that."

"Ah, never mind, you can throw it away when you get some proper bandages at home," answered Keiko and shrugged. "Can you stand up now?"

"Yeah, but my ankle still hurts... I think I sprained it," mumbled Yusuke as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. He gritted his teeth, trying to withstand the pain shooting from the twisted ankle.

"Are you sure? You look as if you have a broken leg," said Keiko in concern, a frown appearing on her sweet face.

"No problem here. Remember? I'm Yusuke Urame... Ouch!" yelped Yusuke as he puffed out his chest and tried to put some weight on his injured ankle. His knee was burning with a subtle pain but that didn't bother him much - but his ankle... *How am I going to get home in this way?* asked Yusuke uneasily in his heart. *Great, I wish I'd never make fun of Keiko like that.*

"C'mon, I'll help you home," offered Keiko and took his arm, placing it around her shoulders. Yusuke smiled as he nodded happily. Slowly limping along, he made a secret promise to Keiko:

*Keiko, I'll never let anyone hurt you because you are my friend.*

And he never threw that handkerchief away.


Six years ago...

*Heh! That Yusuke must be fighting with other boys now...* sighed Keiko as she walked down the lonely street alone. Her friends were still in the school library, trying to finish off their respective researches for the Biology paper. Well, she finished earlier so she might as well go home straight away, but Yusuke had promised that he would come to walk her home... *Heh! As if he would come in the first place,* thought Keiko soberly and brought her black school bag close to her chest.

Yusuke? Heh! That was just a random thought. She didn't even see him during normal schooldays. *Most probably playing truant again and he never keeps his promises,* whispered Keiko mentally.

Yusuke Urameshi would never change.

A pair of eyes peeked out from an alley down the street. They narrowed dangerously and a low voice whispered softly, "Hey, isn't that Urameshi's woman?"

"Hn, Keiko Yukimura, isn't she?" answered another voice in an equally low tone. "We'll teach that Urameshi a lesson this time for brutally beating up our gang members. I'm sure Nakahara would be very happy if he sees her."

Keiko had an uneasy feeling and she kept looking backward. *Is it just me or something? I have this weird feeling that someone is trailing me. No... It isn't Yusuke, he won't stalk me like that...* Keiko stopped to put her school bag down and folded her arms. "I'll wait for Yusuke," said the girl aloud and sighed.

Suddenly two pairs of hands grabbed her by her arms and dragged her sideways into a dark alley. "Help!!!" Keiko tried to scream but a dirty palm was clamped over her mouth quickly and dragged her further down the dark alley. Keiko looked up in fear and saw the two school boys who attacked her.

Keiko kept on struggling but the pairs of hands holding both of her shoulders had a strong grip on her. She made an effort to scream again but only muffled sounds escaped from her throat. "Shut up, will you?" growled one of the boys but Keiko still squirmed and tried to free herself, making muffled sounds.

"Alright, I'll make you shut up if you don't," hissed the other boy and Keiko felt a dull thud on her head. Slowly, her vision contorted into blurry shapes and the speech of her abductors was just incoherent sounds.

Gradually, she sank into total darkness.

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A pebble bounced back on the brick wall as a teenage boy whistling softly walked down the street, his feet kicking at the small debris that lay in his path. *Hell, where is Keiko?* muttered the boy as he leaned against a lamp post and folded his arms.

*Damn, Keiko, you are the one who asked me to walk you home yet you are one who disappeared. Can't you wait for me for ten minutes? I was stuck with dragging ofukuro back into her room after she came home drunk!* grumbled Yusuke to himself and drummed his fingers on his arm.

His eyes wandered around, looking aimlessly. *Hm, I wonder who is so careless to leave his bag lying around,* thought Yusuke as his eyes rested on a black school bag lying in the middle of the street. Casually, he walked over and bent down to look at it. "Well, it looks a lot like Keiko's," said Yusuke aloud and scratched his head. "Wait, it 'is' Keiko's!" yelled Yusuke when he saw a line of characters reading 'Keiko Yukimura' neatly imprinted on a corner.

"Damn it! Keiko!" shouted Yusuke and slammed his fist onto the cement ground. "Who is it?! Kuso! It must be Nakahara and gang!" mumbled Yusuke softly as he remembered his latest fight. Nakahara had sworn that he would get back at him...

"Keiko!" shouted Yusuke and began running down the street. "Nakahara, I'll make you pay for this!"

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A soft throbbing interrupted the serene silence around her. Gradually, it got louder and louder and pain began to set in but she was still shrouded in darkness. Keiko cracked open an eye and tried to focus on her dim surroundings. It was rather dark and the only rays of light came from a dangling light bulb hanging at the end of the room. *Where am I?* questioned the girl softly and loud talking punctured her thinking.

"Where is that Urameshi?" asked a harsh voice and Keiko tried to catch a clear glimpse of that person. *Ichiro Nakahara? Why is he here? Where am I?* Questions bombarded her mind but she didn't have the slightest clue to the answers.

"Don't worry, boss... As long as his girl is in our hands, he will come," assured another voice and a soft snicker followed.

*What? Am I kidnapped or something? What about Yusuke?* thought Keiko in shock and struggled, only to find her wrists and ankles bound by thick hemp ropes. Her eyes grew wide as she saw Nakahara's followers picking out some clubs and wooden baseball bats to begin swinging them around.

"Hey boss, that girl of Urameshi's is awake!" announced a voice suddenly and a dozen pairs of eyes turned to stare at her, including those of Nakahara.

"Yes, she's awake," smirked Nakahara and produced a glinting pocketknife from his shirt. Steadily, he walked towards her and pointed the sharp edge at her cheek. "How would Urameshi react if he sees blood trickling down this pretty face?"

Keiko could only watch in horror as the tip of the knife drew closer and closer to her cheek. She tried to scream again, but this time, Keiko felt something stuffed into her mouth. *Gods... I'm gagged now!*

*No! No! Don't!* screamed Keiko mentally and struggled even harder. Nakahara only flashed a sadistic smile and edged closer.

Suddenly, the door slammed open. "Yamero!" shouted a voice and Nakahara stopped in his tracks, his eyes focused on a figure standing in the doorway, his body framed by the setting sun in the background. Keiko nearly fainted in relief when Nakahara finally took the knife away and left her alone. *Yusuke?* Keiko finally realized that the boy standing in the doorway was actually Yusuke Urameshi.

"Heh, Urameshi, you are here, finally," laughed Nakahara and played with the edge of his pocketknife. "Your girl is scared half to death."

"What have you done to Keiko?!" snarled Yusuke, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the frame of the door tightly.

"Nothing, just trying to flaw her face," sighed Nakahara and smiled. Yusuke glared at him but he quickly focused his sight on Keiko. *Thank goodness that I arrived in time,* mumbled Yusuke and secretly heaved a happy sigh. "Alright, what do you want?"

"Nothing, just want to get back at you for hurting my brothers," said Nakahara and snapped his pocketknife shut. "Fine, I'll release your woman and you fight alone with all of us."

Keiko gasped in shock as she silently counted Nakahara's followers. *15... 20! 20 of them! Yusuke won't make it out alive!* She looked at Yusuke and waited for his answer. *No... Yusuke... Don't!*

"Yes, I will fight. Now just release Keiko!" shouted Yusuke and pointed his index finger at them.

"Release her!" ordered Nakahara and snapped his fingers. Two of his followers answered an affirmative and the bonds around Keiko's limbs were cut apart.

"Keiko, run! I'll handle them!" yelled Yusuke, the boy fixing a cold stare on Nakahara. Keiko was literally shaking from head to toe and she quickly ran towards Yusuke. "Yusuke, run... Run!" whispered Keiko, her voice trembling.

"No, you go yourself. Nakahara! C'mon, set your followers on me!" challenged Yusuke and cracked his knuckles. Seeing that a fight was about to happen, Keiko hid outside the door and could only bite her lower lip anxiously as Yusuke charged at them, seeing fists and feet flying in a blur.

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"Owwwww!!!" A voice howled. "Not that hard, Keiko!"

A boy without his shirt sat on a futon and a girl was kneeling behind him, her hands equipped with a bottle of antiseptic and a ball of cotton wool. "I know, I know... This is the softest I can manage!" answered Keiko, her hands shaking as she carefully dabbed at the blood oozing from a cut on his back.

"That stupid Nakahara! Heh! He thought that he could defeat me by setting 20 gangsters on me?! Fat chance! I'm still Yusuke Urameshi!" declared Yusuke loudly but winced as pain shot up his spine and registered in his mind.

"Yusuke no baka... He might have easily killed you! Look in the mirror now..." said Keiko and threw away the blood-soaked cotton wool before dabbing some medicine on the cut. Indeed, Yusuke Urameshi was in a sorry state. Bruises adorned his shin and forearm while a swollen bump erupted from his forehead. Cuts were rampant on his back and there was a gash on his left arm.

"Heh! Nakahara is injured even more seriously than I am. I think at least three of his teeth are knocked out and he will have a sore midriff for days!" boasted Yusuke and began applying medicine to a gash on his arm.

"Yusuke, why did you ever save me? You know Nakahara wants your life..." asked Keiko softly.

"Well, I don't think anyone should be tortured because of me..." answered Yusuke and paused for a moment. "Especially you."

"Thank you, Yusuke," said Keiko and proceeded to hug him.

"Well, you are my friend and I should save you anyway... but one thing, Keiko, can you not hug me? It hurts," replied Yusuke before grimacing.


Yusuke fingered the handkerchief softly. *Keiko... Keiko... I... I miss you,* whispered Yusuke softly and slowly unrolled the sleeve of his white T-shirt to reveal a scar there. *This was when I tried to save you but I got beaten up so badly that I couldn't go to school for three days.*

*Maybe it was all a mistake to tell her that I don't like her anymore,* said Yusuke and looked at the handkerchief again. He reached into his pocket again, this time to retrieve a small red velvet box. He opened it and a delicate gold ring set with a small diamond lay in the middle. *It was a gift from a small neighboring kingdom to me together with other treasures, but I like this the most as I never did have enough money to buy any jewelry to give to a woman that I truly love...*

Yusuke snapped the box shut again and stuffed it down his pocket again. "Maybe I'll just go to Ningenkai to look at Keiko. Yes, to look only."

With his mind decided, Yusuke stood up and walked towards to door.

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*Damn it! Keiko is going out with another guy!* screamed Yusuke internally and hurled his fist against a nearby wall. He heard her call him Kaguya-san and he was waving two pieces of paper in front of her eyes. "Kuso! It's all your fault, Urameshi..."

Suddenly, he heard footsteps of a single person walking away. He lifted up his head to look and to his surprise, he saw that Kaguya guy standing by himself with Keiko striding away from him. Yusuke reached out a hand and tried to call Keiko but no sound came out from his throat.

Quickly, he walked out and began following Keiko. *She looks even prettier than the last time I saw her... I wonder if she is fine...* thought Yusuke, his eyes trailing Keiko's slender figure.

"Eh, where is she heading to?" asked Yusuke softly as Keiko began running. He also stopped when Keiko finally came to the lake. "C'mon, Keiko, don't tell me that you want to kill yourself?"

His fear turned to amusement when Keiko dug out a piece of crumpled paper and a pen, and scribbled something on it. *She's crying,* said Yusuke and resisted the urge to rush out, comforting her.

At last, Keiko finished writing on it and Yusuke lifted a curious eyebrow when she threw the paper into the lake. *Has Keiko gone nuts or...* Yusuke stopped short when Keiko began yelling.

"Yusuke, I'll wait for you no matter what it takes..."

*Yusuke, I'll wait for you no matter what it takes...* These words echoed in his head endlessly. *What? Keiko will wait for me? Keiko... I owe you this...* From afar, he could see tears streaming down her delicate face and it nearly broke his heart.

Stepping from behind the tree, he smiled at her. "Thank you, Keiko," spoke Yusuke, grinning happily as Keiko turned around to face him.

"Thank you."


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