Slow Day

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Yusuke's wake lasted only for a few more hours after Yuna's uncharacteristic outburst.


The young girl could not bring herself to leave her grieving and pained mother. She quickly put her mother to bed, hoping some rest would do the woman some good. Through out the night she was unable to shake the feeling of being watched. Catching her brother's voice now and again as if he were yelling at someone, she would turn only to find nothing.


The sharp pain in her stomach and pressure in her chest grew more harsh as the night drew on, though a slight headache had joined in. Pushing the pain away, Yuna continued to clean the small apartment, the feeling of unseen stares never leaving.


It was not until midnight had passed that the teenager finished cleaning up the apartment, finally getting a small guest futon out to sleep in. A thought crossed her mind to call her school the next morning, to notify them that she wold not be attending, but the idea of her father finding out she was with her mother and neglected a day of her studies terrified her. A shiver ran down the girl's spine at the very thought of he father finding out.


A sad sigh left her lips as a thought rang through her head. I can't even mourn my own brother's death. Tears slowly fell from soft doe brown eyes, one by one until a sad sorrow filled voiced whispered out. "You stupid, despicable brother... Why did you have to go and be selfless for once and leave me alone..?" Quickly taking off her glasses, she rubbed at her aching eyes, trying to force the tears away.


Nothing seemed to work in her favor as the more she thought about her deceased brother, the more she cried. "Stupid, stupid, so stupid.."came her blubbered mumble. She could almost feel Yusuke's hand rubbing her head, like he used to when he tried to calm her down as young children. There there you big baby...


Yuna's head snapped up, she had definitely heard her brother's voice,"Y-Yusuke..?" Her voice trembled out, as she looked around her.She shook her head, "I need to rest. I'm starting to hear the dead..." she quickly changed into some light pajamas that once belonged to her brother when the two of them were far younger.


Laying down, she tried to drift off to sleep, albeit a restless one. Meanwhile above her small, sleeping form, two people sat floating near the ceiling looking down at her.


"I see your little sister doesn't take after you at all" A blue haired woman giggled, causing a teen with greased back hair to glare at her."Tch. No, she doesn't. And she don't have too." His brown eyes looked down at Yuna with concern. "So why doesn't she live with you two?" The question made him glare at the ground. "Don't ask personal questions." He grunted out angrily, signifying that it was a very sensitive topic.


The conversation was left at that before they left to the spirit world to give the delinquent boy his second chance at life.


Morning came quickly to the small apartment. The soft, early sunlight streamed through the small kitchen window above the sink, waking the black haired girl. Yuna quickly got up and readied herself for the long trek to her school, while making her mother as much of a nutritional meal that she could from what little there was in the home.


Brown eyes glanced over to her mother's door before looking back over to the small shrine she had set up for her brother. Giving a small bow she exited the apartment with her bag in hand, beginning to walk to her school.


The feeling of being watched came back again as she made her way there. The hair on the back of her neck standing on end and the pressure on her chest returning, as well as another headache causing her to wince. Ignoring the pain she made her way to school.


Her classes went by normally, her teachers not paying any mind to the quiet girl. No one in the school staff seemed to know about the recent death in her family. Everything continued as if her brother never died, as if his existence meant nothing in the larger picture.Looking down at the math workbook on her desk, this macabre realization gave her an odd sense of comfort.


The day dragged on as the hours ticked by to the last class of the day, history. They had been going into greater detail of the Heian period in Japan. Yuna could not find it in her to pay attention, instead she absently took down notes.


Yuna's attention was finally grabbed when a large hand waved in font of her face. When she looked up her doe eyes met excited black ones of her upperclassman, Tsumari. "Urameshi-chan! How are you today?" He asked her brightly, his new club camera in hand.


Nodding her head politely to him in greeting with a forced smile, "Hello Tsumari-san, I'm doing fine. Thank you for asking, and yourself?"She had said as cordially as she could. The smile never left his face, his bright personality almost blinding her.


"I'm doing awesome! I came by to ask you once more if you'd wanna join the photography club?" He sounded so hopeful, with his black eyes twinkling happy. "Tsumari. How many times must you come in here and bother your underclassmen?"


The sudden voice of her homeroom teacher rang out harshly, a pointed glare at the two of them, though more so at her senpai. "Urameshi has no time for recreational activities other than her studies." He spoke to the young man harshly before sending him away. A deep sigh left the girl while her shoulders slumped forward.


Yuna quickly got her things together to prepare for her walk to cram school "Urameshi,I hope you weren't bothered by your fool of an upperclassman. Please understand, your father has such high hopes for you. You wouldn't let him or your school down now would you?" She looked down, shaking her head.



 "No Sensei, I won't let the school or Father down.." the girl spoke gently and respectfully, earning a proud smirk from her teacher."Good now head to your cram session" "Yes Sensei.." Solemnly she walked towards the gates of the school once again by herself as flocks of students walked home together with their friends. An ache softly resonated in her heart at the groups of friends. 

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