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nightseer @ : Fic: Snapshot ThirteenSeries: Snapshots
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu Yu Hakusho or Harry Potter.
Notes: Snapshot Thirteen.
Snapshot Title: Loneliness
Yusuke was fast learning life without a male friend around stunk, more now than it had when he was five.
Keiko was a wonderful friend and had been great to play with when they were younger, but at seven she was picking up--Yusuke shuddered as Keiko adjusted the ribbon holding her hair back--girly habits. She no longer wanted to run around the park because she might get her clothes dirty, and the pranks he had played on her when they were younger now were gross as well as mean. It was like growing up was sucking all the fun out of her.
Yusuke kicked a pebble on the sidewalk, turning to grin at Keiko when it knocked into a sign then smacked a guy’s head, only to be met with Keiko’s ‘I am not happy with you’ frown Harry swore Keiko got from her mother. Yusuke scowled back and started walking even faster. If he stuck around the park entrance, he was sure Keiko would make him apologize to the guy, and he didn’t want to.
Not having another guy around sucked. Even Kuwabara wasn’t around for him to beat up, and he was always good for a tumble in the dirt.
“You should just go apologize to Harry, Yusuke,” Keiko yelled as Yusuke stopped by the swings, hoping there was still one thing Keiko would do here without complaining about the dirt. “I don’t know what happened, but-”
“Harry isn’t here,” Yusuke grumbled as he sat down on one of the swings. “He isn’t coming back ‘til next week.”
“Oh.” Keiko kicked at the sand with her shoes, then scowled when the straps of her little white sandals turned yellow. She looked at the swings thoughtfully for a moment before sitting down in the swing next to Yusuke. She was tired of hearing her mother constantly complain about the state of her clothes, but Yusuke was worth the lectures. “He went to go visit Mr. Black’s friend, right?”
“Moony or something like that,” Yusuke said, stumbling just a little over the strange name. “’Sides, I don’t want to talk to him. He was being a brat.”
“And I’m sure you didn’t have anything to do with that,” Keiko muttered sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She just knew Yusuke had said something without thinking, and she was going to have to explain why Harry had found it offensive. It was hard being the only girl in their strange little group, and it was times like this that Keiko felt like an interpreter because Yusuke simply did not understand most emotions, especially from another guy. Harry really wasn’t much better, but he did have the habit of at least asking what he had done to offend so he wouldn’t do it again. “Yusuke, what did you two fight about?”
“I don’t wanna-”
“I don’t care if you don’t want to talk about,” Keiko said as she kicked her feet to make the swing move. “You’re going to tell me so I can tell you why you were an idiot and how to fix this.”
Yusuke made a face at her, and said, “I don’t need a cun-cons-”
“Counselor?” Keiko suggested.
“Yeah, I don’t need one of those. I just don’t understand why he got upset when I told him I wanted to go with him,” Yusuke said grumpily, scowling cutely when he saw the smug look on her face.
“You told him you wanted to go with him to beat up the bullies, didn’t you?” Keiko asked shrewdly, sounding far too old for her age, but that was the side effect of being friends with two boys; she always had to be the ‘adult’ of their little group.
“So what?” Yusuke demanded petulantly. “He doesn’t fight. Ever.”
‘But he’s a boy,’ Keiko thought, pursing her lips to stop herself from saying it. Yusuke knew Harry was a boy, but Yusuke didn’t understand other boys had the same ‘I am male; watch me kick your butt’ pride he did. Harry reluctantly accepted Yusuke fought his battles sometimes, but he didn’t like having it shoved under his nose. “He fights when he needs to,” Keiko said instead. “You make it sound like he can’t fight at all.”
“Chh.” Yusuke dragged his swing to a stop and jumped off. His face was set in a permanent scowl as he stalked out of the park.
Keiko watched him stalk off, a small frown on her face. With a heartfelt mutter of “Boys,” Keiko jumped off the swing and went to go find her mother. Her mother always had good ideas on how to handle Yusuke and Harry's fights.
Keiko was a wonderful friend and had been great to play with when they were younger, but at seven she was picking up--Yusuke shuddered as Keiko adjusted the ribbon holding her hair back--girly habits. She no longer wanted to run around the park because she might get her clothes dirty, and the pranks he had played on her when they were younger now were gross as well as mean. It was like growing up was sucking all the fun out of her.
Yusuke kicked a pebble on the sidewalk, turning to grin at Keiko when it knocked into a sign then smacked a guy’s head, only to be met with Keiko’s ‘I am not happy with you’ frown Harry swore Keiko got from her mother. Yusuke scowled back and started walking even faster. If he stuck around the park entrance, he was sure Keiko would make him apologize to the guy, and he didn’t want to.
Not having another guy around sucked. Even Kuwabara wasn’t around for him to beat up, and he was always good for a tumble in the dirt.
“You should just go apologize to Harry, Yusuke,” Keiko yelled as Yusuke stopped by the swings, hoping there was still one thing Keiko would do here without complaining about the dirt. “I don’t know what happened, but-”
“Harry isn’t here,” Yusuke grumbled as he sat down on one of the swings. “He isn’t coming back ‘til next week.”
“Oh.” Keiko kicked at the sand with her shoes, then scowled when the straps of her little white sandals turned yellow. She looked at the swings thoughtfully for a moment before sitting down in the swing next to Yusuke. She was tired of hearing her mother constantly complain about the state of her clothes, but Yusuke was worth the lectures. “He went to go visit Mr. Black’s friend, right?”
“Moony or something like that,” Yusuke said, stumbling just a little over the strange name. “’Sides, I don’t want to talk to him. He was being a brat.”
“And I’m sure you didn’t have anything to do with that,” Keiko muttered sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She just knew Yusuke had said something without thinking, and she was going to have to explain why Harry had found it offensive. It was hard being the only girl in their strange little group, and it was times like this that Keiko felt like an interpreter because Yusuke simply did not understand most emotions, especially from another guy. Harry really wasn’t much better, but he did have the habit of at least asking what he had done to offend so he wouldn’t do it again. “Yusuke, what did you two fight about?”
“I don’t wanna-”
“I don’t care if you don’t want to talk about,” Keiko said as she kicked her feet to make the swing move. “You’re going to tell me so I can tell you why you were an idiot and how to fix this.”
Yusuke made a face at her, and said, “I don’t need a cun-cons-”
“Counselor?” Keiko suggested.
“Yeah, I don’t need one of those. I just don’t understand why he got upset when I told him I wanted to go with him,” Yusuke said grumpily, scowling cutely when he saw the smug look on her face.
“You told him you wanted to go with him to beat up the bullies, didn’t you?” Keiko asked shrewdly, sounding far too old for her age, but that was the side effect of being friends with two boys; she always had to be the ‘adult’ of their little group.
“So what?” Yusuke demanded petulantly. “He doesn’t fight. Ever.”
‘But he’s a boy,’ Keiko thought, pursing her lips to stop herself from saying it. Yusuke knew Harry was a boy, but Yusuke didn’t understand other boys had the same ‘I am male; watch me kick your butt’ pride he did. Harry reluctantly accepted Yusuke fought his battles sometimes, but he didn’t like having it shoved under his nose. “He fights when he needs to,” Keiko said instead. “You make it sound like he can’t fight at all.”
“Chh.” Yusuke dragged his swing to a stop and jumped off. His face was set in a permanent scowl as he stalked out of the park.
Keiko watched him stalk off, a small frown on her face. With a heartfelt mutter of “Boys,” Keiko jumped off the swing and went to go find her mother. Her mother always had good ideas on how to handle Yusuke and Harry's fights.