#sarayashiki junior high

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[hellboundhimbo]

DOMESTIC KUWAMESHI IN THEIR 40S RAHH 💥💥💥💥 ft Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen!! they only just got together so they’ve been making up for lost time,,, ignore kuwabara spontaneously having his sleeves rolled up in the last panel i didn’t realize it until it was too late

bonus: yusuke’s daughter miho being a professional hater/teenage dirtbag, just like her dad when he was younger

[otakushrew]

I made Kuwabara in Jump Force because I needed a sword-type fighter for a quest and regret nothing

[yyh4ever]

Hi, I've been wanting to ask, could you tell me why Kuwabara and Yuusuke has different color for their uniform? I thought they are in same school but..

They actually attend the same school, Sarayashiki Junior High, and have the same color for their uniforms. While Yusuke wears a tanran, a school uniform in which the blazer is cut extra short around the waist line, Kuwabara wears a chouran, a uniform with long lower hem. Both were popular uniforms among delinquents guys in the 80s. You can read more about Kuwabara and Yusuke Fashion Variation from the official databook.

The thing is, for magazine covers and chapter opening pages, the manga artists usually highlight the characters with different colors. It's called "image color". You can read more about them in the Yu Yu Hakusho Artbook.

Togashi decided Kuwabara was going to be yellow during the Dark Tournament Saga, and changed the colors of the other characters on a whim. Yusuke used to be green, Kurama pink, and Hiei blue. Then, he changed Yusuke to red, Kurama to blue and Hiei to green.

For the Yoshihiro Togashi Exhibition, even if Yusuke became famous for his green anime uniform, Togashi kept him red, since Gon is also green.

When it was decided that Yu Yu Hakusho was going to have an anime adaption, director Noriyuki Abe was against painting Yusuke and Kuwabara in different colors as they were from the same school, so he went to the JUMP editorial team and asked for confirmation. (Source: V-storage, 10.26.2018).

Not only the editorial department endorsed the colors, but also the anime producer Ken Hagino explained that children remember the characters by their colors, so they needed to make the characters stand out, like in tokusatsu such as "Goranger". If they had made everyone wear black uniforms, with emphasis on realism, it would have looked pictorially simple. (Source: Yu Yu Hakusho 2009 Blu-Ray Booklet).

If I'm not mistaken, in the English dub, Yusuke says his favorite color is green or that green looks good on him. Nothing like that is said in Japanese. I don't why they changed the original dialogue with Keiko.

[tinirainboom]

☆Yusuke and me☆

13/07/23

oh my gosh!!! I never thought I would dream about yusuke, I mean I had several dreams with the cast mainly with Hiei, but only with Yusuke it had never happened to me.

WELL , I'LL EXPLAIN FIRST

LOANDING ° ° ° ⋆｡˚. ੈ⋆｡˚. ੈ⋆｡˚. ੈ

CONTEXT OF THE SITUATION:

The dream started that I was walking down the street and I saw that I was wearing the Sarayashiki junior high uniform and suddenly I saw Yusuke taking me by surprise scaring me from behind and then he smiled at me happily and said "Hey Reiko, don't you say hello to your best friend? You really are in the clouds hahaha", he was wearing his green uniform with his backpack carrying it hugging his arm, as he always does.

I wasn't 100% aware of the dream (meaning the being able to control it like I could with the dreams I had with Hiei) but I was really impressed by how real it felt, being able to hear him with the voice of the Latin dubbing, his grip on my shoulders when he wanted to "scare" me, but well I keep counting…

I remember that I had answered him "I'm sorry Yusuke, I hadn't seen you haha". Suddenly, the dream changes scenery and I start down a corridor that sounds like I've seen it and it was the labyrinth castle, of the city of demons and at that moment my uniform changes to that of Meiou Private Academy. For a moment I got scared and looked behind me and there were the boys, Yusuke, Kazuma, Hiei and Kurama. They looked at me a little confused by my sudden action of looking back and Kurama asked me first "reiko, are you okay?", then Yusuke said "what happened to you, did you get scared? stay calm, we're behind you" and the others nodded in response. And before I could answer I woke up.😭😭

When I woke up, I looked at my watch that I have on my wrist and I see that it is 06:06 AM. I saw a mirror hour and I had never seen that mirror hour omg and that means "You are indispensable to that person, but it is also time to make peace with you, it is time to see for yourself and feel self-love".

The master Oogway said "The coincidences/accidents doesn't exist" and is true, everything in this life happens for a reason. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ending this long post in summary I was able to see all of them for a moment and be able to listen to them with their voices in Latin and to really notice their concern on their faces and in their voices. OMG! that is, in my dr Yusuke is my best friend from chilhood like Keiko. Everything in the dream felt so real that even when I woke up I felt a lot more tired than usual and my head hurt a bit from the exhaustion (as if I hadn't slept) lol.

♡Well have a good day, afternoon or night♡

~Reiko Yukimura~

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Wait For Me

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1.6k, Urameshi Yuusuke/Yukimura Keiko, T-rating, S1 Canon AU Summary: A rash of unexplained deaths hits Sarayashiki Junior High. They involve a vanishing Polaroid camera, Yuusuke has heard.

[diinferi]

LOCATION

[SARAYASHIKI JR. HIGH] Located in an unknown prefecture in Japan, this Junior High is where a certain spirit detective "goes" to school. You wake up in the teacher's lounge, luckily there's no one there, because it's Sunday. However unless you have a way to escape; you're locked in the school until Monday morning.

ORIGIN

[DROP-IN] You wake up without any additional memories or additional history.

PERKS

[SPIRIT CLASS (D CLASS)] This is where you start out at the beginning, a D Class. Powerwise D Class are superhuman but the level of destruction they can cause is usually no more than simple property damage. (Destroying a car, breaking a tree, smashing a wall, etc.) A single D Class is strong enough to kill a platoon of well trained and well-armed soldiers with little effort.

[PERCEPTION] You're much more spiritually aware than even spirit detectives, you're often the first one to notice something is up. This grants you the ability to see demons, spirits, and the like that normally you'd have to be Spirit Detective, Demon, or Psychic.

[DANGER SENSE] Perhaps you have a knack for it, but trouble is everywhere from trucks coming at you as you rush to get a kid who has wandered into the street after a ball, or perhaps there was a trap waiting for you? None the less you have what can only be described as a danger sense, the ability to see and react to danger before it happened. This is handy for dodging at last second a Spirit Gun blast or falling ceiling.

[DETERMINATION] Just like Yusuke you have an iron will of determination that few can match. This means you won't quit, and gives you almost superhuman amount of will to never give up. Even when you expend yourself, you can always get back on your feet after a rest. Perhaps, this will be enough to allow you to suffer through Genkai's training?

[SPIRIT TECHNIQUE] Spirit Energy is the energy possessed by all humans. It is very powerful if used correctly, and can be wielded by any spiritually aware human. However, the strength of the energy varies between persons. It is unique from person to person as fingerprints and voice-prints. This Energy can be converted into weapons, used to enhance the strength of the body, attack directly and heal. You have the ability to manipulate this due to your abundant source of spirit energy. At first you can only enhance your punches so that they hurt tougher enemies, and enough energy to fire a spirit gun once per day. You can unlock creative applications over time.

[SACRED ENERGY] Sacred Energy is the highest echelon of power, something that very few people have access to. This power is so rare that it's seen as something of a myth, those demons with this power are considered angels because the golden light of this power is so intense. Indeed only one person in recent history mastered this ability. You however haven't mastered this ability, but you've unlocked this holy power of yours. With this power you're able to do a wide arrange of things that isn't limited by your imagination, Shinobu Sensui the only other person known to have Sacred Energy used it in a wide range of attacks and defenses. You can unlock creative applications over time.

[SPIRITUAL PHYSIQUE BOOST] A common theme among psychics are their above average physiques. You've noticed you're slightly stronger, tougher, quicker, and agile than your average spirit level. This also gives you the ability to always get back up. However it doesn't give you any above average fighting skills.

[REPUTATION] You were once an, A Class demon, or perhaps you defeated a powerful opponent. No matter how you got it, you're well known and can open a lot of doors that would normally be shut to someone of your power.

INVENTORY

[COMMUNICATION MIRRORS] These mirrors act like a facetime on a smartphone, but across dimensions. This doesn't work for cross jump communication. Gives you two mirrors every time you buy this.

[KIMONO] High quality traditional formal wear, it's still popular in Japan. You get a few sets of these, one for each day. They're made out of silk, but they're damage resistant. Slippers are optional.

[DEMON WORLD FASHION STATEMENT] You have an outfit that looks antique, like something from the feudal era. It's not a Kimono, but everyday clothing that's a popular Avant Garde statement in Demon World. Comes with a few sets, one for each day.

[GOBLIN CITY] A famous video game that spans multiple genres such as sports, fighting, trivia, and puzzles, the popularity of Goblin City is unsurprising. You own a copy, an SNES, and two controllers. Additionally it seems to run off your energy, as so long you have some sort of energy it turns on and displays a holographic screen for you to enjoy. Weird huh?

DRAWBACKS

[WANTED] You're infamous now! Someone has put a bounty on your head, for a lot of $ or something as equally valuable. Expect your love ones to be in the crosshairs to get to you.

FUTURE

[MOVE ON] Go forth my friend, you leave to your next destination.

[genkais-arcade]

"Kazuma Kuwabara, the worst punk at Sarayashiki Junior High."

"Yusuke Urameshi, the much much worser punk of Sarayashiki Junior High."

Yu Yu Hakusho | Ep. 10 | "Kuwabara's Spirit Sword"

[illucons]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭/𝐀𝐔

“There’s a boy who I’ll never forget. I was raised in a district where you had to learn self defense in order to live. I am capable of protecting myself, but that night was different. I didn’t know what I was dealing with.but then that boy came, helping me to flight from the event that I hadn’t figured out until the next day. That was our first meeting and the last. If he wasn’t appeared, I might not live today. I am forever indebted to him. That’s why I choose to be a detective... to prevent the same tragedy happened again.”

ᴵ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵖʰᶦᶜ ᵈᵉˢᶦᵍⁿ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ᵖᵒʳᵗᶠᵒˡᶦᵒ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵈᵉˢᶦᵍⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ᴼᵀᴾ ˢᵒ ᶦ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᴼᵀᴾ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵍʳᵃᵖʰᶦᶜ ᵈᵉˢᶦᵍⁿ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗᶦᶜ ˡᵐᵃᵒ.

Soo this is AU where the bois and Botan are detective in Tokyo Police Department but Yusuke is older than them and their senior, adding some clan conflicts i guess(?). I was inspired by one of my favorite drama series, You’re All Surrounded. Been wanting to do this AU  ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦ ˢᵘᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ. 

Summary:

Botan finally became a detective in Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Along with Kuwabara, Kurama and Hiei, they entered as freshmen in violent crime unit under Urameshi Yusuke’s supervision, the number one detective in Tokyo. Hiei entered police department to discover the truth behind his mother’s death, he suspected that Yusuke had something to do with it. 

*ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴴᶦᵉᶦ ˢᵃᵛᵉᵈ ᴮᵒᵗᵃⁿ ⁽ᴴᶦᵉᶦ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵏᶦᵈⁿᵃᵖᵖᶦⁿᵍ ᴮᵒᵗᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʳᵃⁿˢᵒᵐ ˡᵒˡᵒˡᵒˡ⁾

Full Details:

Botan lived in Mushiyori City where the crime rate is high. She was famous for her deadly swings (she used to be baseball club members) in her school.

Hiei also lived in Mushiyori City with his mother and Yukina. They lived in seclusion, avoid having too many contacts with others.

Hina, Hiei’s mother, was murdered in the night when Hiei saved Botan. At that time, Hiei was hiding from the murderer but Botan happened to be at the scene. Don’t worry, Hiei had made esc route for Yukina so Yukina was safe and sound when it occured.

Botan didn’t know Hiei was the one who saved her, she only remembered her lifesaver had a dragon tattoo warping around his right hand.

Their weird sense of fashion on picture ⁽ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᵃˡˡʸ ᴴᶦᵉᶦ⁾ had nothing to do with the plot lol but the sword and bat do.

They became detectives in their 20s, the murder event happened when Botan was a student in Sarayashiki Junior High.

[intobarbarians]

part nine to necromancy nonsense

“While I appreciate your concern for our students, Mr. Kuwabara, this decision was made with their welfare in mind,” Principal Kimura says. “The Vigil Eye Security System will be installed on every campus in the district, not just Sarayashiki Junior High. It’s out of my hands, Kazuma.” 

He's known since he left the last meeting tired and hoarse from yelling at his slightly-louder-than-professional volume that he’d lose this fight, but he has to try. “Have you read anything about this product that’s not in their sales pitch? Vigil isn’t security--it’s surveillance. Our students are losing their privacy without any input from them.”

She eyes him wearily. “Students don’t have much expectation of privacy on school grounds to begin with. Moreover, I shouldn’t have to explain to you why we’re taking such measures to ensure our students’ safety. You’re not the one answering to scared parents.”

Naomi digs the corner of her thumb into the calendar that sprawls across her desk. January is marked up in red ink and weighted flat by yellow lilies blooming forever in resin. Sometimes Kuwabara gets a hunch, and he’ll pass by her office to scout the upcoming week’s schedule; he gets new glasses every time he can’t read the calendar through the window. Naomi’s got the kind of handwriting that can be read across the soccer field.

In two weeks: CAMPUS SECURITY UPGRADE.

His prescription is still good. “This isn’t like replacing the broken lock on the equipment shed. Once Vigil is installed, it’s not going anywhere. Every person on campus will be counted and watched like they’re cattle in a herd. Adults don’t deserve to know where a teenager is or what they are doing every second of their life just because we’re adults and they’re not!” God, he’d been hurting as a kid, but it was the kind of bleeding only someone who loves you can staunch. A distant authority figure calculating risk from algorithms on at-risk children wouldn’t have done a goddamn thing for Kuwabara, Sarayashiki’s worst punk. Second worst, if you ask Urameshi. “We can’t teach them how to trust if we don’t show them first.”

“You know I respect you deeply, Kazuma,” Naomi says, “but the way you talk sometimes reminds me that no matter how great I think you are as a teacher, you’re still not a parent.”

That stings in a way he isn’t expecting. “I care about keeping the kids safe as much as you do.”

Naomi has a daughter about to graduate high school. “I’m not questioning your commitment. I didn’t--that’s not what I meant.” They both use the pause her sigh brings to regain their composure. “I’ve worked in education for almost thirty years. I’ve dealt with a lot of neurotic parents. I’ve been the neurotic parent. I’ve handled flu outbreaks and car accidents. I’ve gone to funerals for students my child’s age. I would have told you with all of the conviction in my heart that I have seen it all--before this school year, anyway. Now, I have four families who have had loved ones go missing in the last six months, and that is just this school. There are reports from the elementary and from the high school, too. Scores of people are disappearing all over the city, and no one has any clue what happened to them! I’m scared for my daughter when she leaves the house. I’m scared for myself. Oh, god, I am so afraid.”

Her confession sweeps away the righteous fury and frustration bubbling in Kuwabara’s sternum. What settles there instead is Naomi’s fear, the fear that permeates the school, the fear among the students and the staff.

Strange. It’s not like Kuwabara stopped feeling afraid when Koenma casually anointed him the strongest fully human being on earth. He goes to Makai often enough to be humbled, so he’s not roaming around arrogantly assuming he’s immune to dying. He’s felt so much fear he’s laid down and prayed for nothingness if it meant never being so afraid again.

But that fear for your love, for your soul is different than fear for your body. His body has been abused, and it will be abused again. It will break and shudder, and Kuwabara is not so afraid of the body failing or being savaged into parts that he fears either the dark or the light.

“It’s getting late,” Kuwabara says. “Do you want me to walk you to the bus stop?”

Naomi smooths her hands over the calendar. Her fingers linger over next Saturday: JUNKO’S EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY(PICK UP THE CAKE BEFORE NOON). DON’T FORGET THE SURPRISE! “I’d like that very much.”

She slides a folder into her bag and wraps her scarf around her neck twice before knotting the ends. Kuwabara nods at Yamazaki, toiling away on a stack of English essays. He mouths in sympathy, “Coffee?”

Yamazaki clasps his hands and bows, an exaggerated show of gratitude. He curves his hand into a ‘C’.

Caramel latte, it is.

Naomi hits the down button on the elevator. “You’re very popular,” she observes. “I rarely hear anyone say a mean word against you.”

“That’s because all of the teachers who taught me when I was a student here retired before you became principal.” Those folks had plenty to say.

“It would have been their word against Takenaka’s. He spoke of you as warmly as a father would.”

It’s been two years since he died. Crowds of punks respectfully swarmed his funeral, Kuwabara and Yusuke included. “He was a good man. He taught me a lot.”

“He was,” Naomi agrees. “I was honored when he recommended me to take his place to the school board. A lot of people wanted to work here, but he thought I was the best choice for the school.”

It’s not an admonishment, exactly. “I know you do what you think is best for the school.”

“I do my best, and I want you to know that I share some of your...hesitations about the Vigil Eye.”

“But the decision has been made,” Kuwabara echoes.

Naomi smiles wryly. “Unfortunately.”

The rest of the elevator ride goes by in not uncomfortable silence.

The elevator opens. Naomi shifts her bag against her shoulder. “I want to explain my earlier comment.”

Oh. “You don’t have to--”

“Please, let me. I was a teacher before I was a principal, and I was a teacher before I was a mother. I thought teaching seventh grade would prepare me for being a parent, and in some ways, I’m sure it did. But, Kazuma, it is not the same.”

They linger in front of the entrance hall. Kuwabara looks through the rows of lockers until he spots the one that used to be his. He stored his shoes and comic books over there, three lockers to the right and two down. It was hell on his back after his growth spurt.

“You talk like you remember being fourteen, like it was just yesterday for you, and it’s because you have such incredible empathy. It’s because you have the ability to let that empathy guide your actions that you reach some of our most troubled students.“

“Are you saying I’d lose that if I was a father?”

“I’m saying I can metaphorically leave the classroom, but I can’t leave my child. There’s a whole part of my soul that exists for Junko alone and no one else. It came into being for her, and it lives and dies with her, though I’d be a fool if I said all parents are carved up that way.”

And Kuwabara isn’t, either, he guesses.

The bus is already trundling down the street. Naomi doesn’t rush. She’s taken this route enough times to know she’ll make it to the stop with time to spare.

She rubs her hands together in their lovely maroon knit gloves. “But there’s something else about you--it reminds me of when my wife got cancer and went into remission before the damn thing came back.”

Kuwabara knocks on the bark of the thin maple tree behind the bus stop. May it not come back a third time. “Very sad, then very happy, and then very sad again?”

She laughs. “A bit of an oversimplification of my emotional journey in that context, but yes. Yes, that’s exactly it.”

The bus hisses to a stop. Perfect timing. He needn’t do more than issue the standard disclaimer. “I’m not sad.”

“Oversimplification,” Naomi stresses. “A part of me was created when Junko was born, but the part that loves my wife is primordial. I already had it.” She steps into the bus. A college student naps in the back.

“I’m not sad,” Kuwabara repeats. He’s not married, either.

“It goes away sometimes. The cancer, the sickness, the whatever--it doesn’t always win. Write a report I can give to the district about why we should cancel the contract with Vigil Eye. It won’t change anything, but maybe it will.”

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[unlockthelore]

Good Enough

Yuusuke is used to people trying to get under his skin but the world can only push so much til he pushes back.

Part of the Smile Bomb series. For more updates, follow the smile bomb tag on this blog.

For the umpteenth time, Yuusuke has to remind himself that he isn’t a junior high student anymore. He isn’t the punk kid who ran the streets of Sarayashiki, facing down any number of delinquents stupid enough to get tangled up with him. Hell, he wasn’t even human anymore. Not completely. A thought that hits too close to a place he doesn’t want to think about on a good day, and refuses to acknowledge on a bad one.

All of the reminders in the world are necessary to keep him from ripping into the owners of whispering voices and snide glances, uproarious opinions of things they hardly understand. Sometimes, the reminders come in the form of firm grasps on his shoulder or a hand at his back. Faces of people who know him — who understand the shadows that haunt his face or the brief flicker in his eyes — who take the shift in his mood seriously and separate him from those who don’t.

Seldom is it Kurama, guiding him from a room when his ki is strong enough to flicker the lights. Taking advantage of the momentary break in conversation to lead him somewhere quiet. Calm him down with a backward count from one hundred. Yuusuke’s anger never makes it past sixty-nine but it’s mostly out of his humor and the exasperation in the fond roll of Kurama’s eyes. They stay there, together and speaking quietly. Kurama reminding him that they’re there for him and he doesn’t have to deal with this alone — and Yuusuke doesn’t have the gall to tell him he’s wrong.

Or that he doesn’t understand.

If anyone understands, it’s them, and Yuusuke has to remind himself that he’s not alone.

Occasionally, it’s Hiei he seeks out when he wants a fight. But that also means running into Kurama but the fox knows when to leave the two of them be. Hiei doesn’t say anything when Yuusuke throws his coat aside and takes up a stance. He doesn’t question when they’re beating each other badly enough that the ground shakes and the world becomes red. Or when the marks appear on Yuusuke’s skin, reminding him of just how far removed from humanity it is. To Hiei, it doesn’t matter. Human, mazoku, he still strikes with the same intensity but when the dust clears and they’re both beaten bloody — he glances Yuusuke’s way and asks him if he’s gotten it out of his system.

Yuusuke thinks to question what he means but Hiei’s not an idiot.

He knows.

And hell if Hiei doesn’t understand. Yuusuke sees it in the way others look at him when he’s by Kurama’s side. Silently questioning what he did to earn his place there. Hiei doesn’t pay them any mind, not in public, he treats it like it’s nothing. But Yuusuke notices it at a glance when the crowds get too dense and tensions run high. Hiei separates himself and Kurama follows suit, comforting him because he’s right there by his side. It helps when Hiei returns and Kurama seems relieved but there’s still a ghost of it in Hiei’s eyes. And another strand of his patience is snapped.

Yuusuke asks Hiei if he’s gotten it out of his system.

Hiei says nothing but Yuusuke figures that means they’re both working on it because he said nothing about his issues either.

The world dealt them shitty hands but the people they’re with make it better.

And that’s why most of the time, it’s Kuwabara and Keiko who calm Yuusuke the most. They’re what he was fighting for. A life with both of them. Laughing and carrying on as if they’re all on the same playing field. As if death and circumstance hadn’t pushed them all off course. Kuwabara is doing well for himself, studying and staying out of trouble, but he still comes around to pal about. Keiko reminding the two of them that the floor of their ramen shop isn’t a wrestling ring. A tiny quirk at her lips telling that she’s not really mad. And when Kuwabara leaves, Yuusuke feels a tiny ache but Keiko’s there and she squeezes his hand and he feels a different kind of pain.

The whispers Kurama tells him to ignore, the ones Hiei endures, the ones Kuwabara disregards, the ones about Keiko and what he did to deserve her wears at him now and again.

And it’s only a matter of time before he snaps.

But he’s not that kid anymore…

He’s better now. He’s good enough. Right?

─── 幽☆遊☆白書

Keiko doesn’t say a word when they come back to their little upstairs apartment. With the shop closed and their evening freed up, Yuusuke collapses in front of the television and loads up a game. It’s one of the fighting tournament ones that Genkai continuously kicked his ass at and he’s determined to at least figure out how to beat the character she always uses. The game absorbs him and he tries to push away the muttering of Keiko’s colleagues, the ones who went to high school and college with her, who recognize him as the Urameshi Yuusuke. He snorts when the character on the screen lands a good blow, flattening his avatar on its back.

I heard he had over two hundred thousand people ready to move on command. You know he was kicked out of school and his mother got him back with her connections —

Comments about his mom aside, which in Yuusuke’s opinion was reason enough to drive his fist into someone’s gut, it wasn’t their business. And he doubted that it was a coincidence that his record was common knowledge. Iwamoto and Akashi coming to mind immediately, and Yuusuke hopes that they thank Takenaka for everything he did because revenge was looking sweet for many years.

And really? Did they think he could just summon two hundred thousand people to fight for him?

Bitterly, he thinks on the monks who followed beneath Raizen’s regime and now turn to him. They served his ancestral father and claim his tactics during the Makai Tournament was reason enough to follow him. Yuusuke sneers as his avatar gets back to his feet and the fight resumes. His thumbs flicking across the control, pressing down until he hears a click a bit too harsh to be normal.

Don’t look at him too long. He looks like he’ll slug you good.

Who wouldn’t want to slug someone when they were the topic on everyone’s tongue but the peanut gallery was too chickenshit to say anything out loud?

Glancing down at his hand, he scowls seeing a sliver of dark ink peeking from beneath the cuff of his dress shirt. Keiko insisted on him wearing the damned thing. Said it made him look handsome and was loathsome to disappoint her. Although, he wouldn’t agree to a tie or buttoning the damned thing up to choke him. Keiko didn’t seem to mind but even that came up.

Doesn’t he know where he is?

Yuusuke grinds his teeth together. He knew just where he was and who he was with. Keiko never had any issues with him, so everyone else should just butt out.

The weight on his shoulders shifts and Yuusuke instinctively tenses up, his nose twitching as he inhales mikan and vanilla, sighing softly.

Keiko.

She doesn’t say anything until he pauses the game, her hands sliding down his shoulders and linking in the middle of his chest. Her weight comfortable against his back as she leans into him, chestnut brown hair tickling his cheek.

“You didn’t listen to them then,” Keiko whispers, warm breath caressing the shell of Yuusuke’s ear and he suppresses a shudder, keeping his gaze firmly on the screen. “Why start now?”

A twisted sense of superiority and validation pools in his gut but he recognizes the bad habit for what it is and pushes it aside. The controller nearly gives beneath his grip. Soft lazy kisses trailing beneath his ear and along the curve of his jaw loosening the white-knuckled hold. Keiko’s voice is soft in his ear, beckoning for him to calm and his eyes flutter shut as he loses himself in another smatter of kisses along his cheek.

“Yuusuke…”

He grunts at the sound of his name. It’s concerned and imploring, seconds away from a trademark call of ‘I care’, and he knows she means every word. It’s just difficult to understand why. He’s grateful that whichever deity was looking out for him sent her his way but he wonders if he’s the right one for her.

Tucking his hand in the crook of her elbow, Yuusuke sighs and tips his head to the side, brushing his lips against her cheek and nestling his nose in the locks escaping the messy bun she tied her hair in.

“… Everyone who said I was no good for you and that I caused you trouble didn’t matter, Kei… but I saw it, hell I saw how hurt you were and I just… it’s different…”

For so long, Yuusuke was just running ahead and he hoped that Keiko would be right there beside him. If he had to give her up like a man, then so be it, but that was impossible. If there was one thing he hoped he’d always have, it was a place at Keiko’s side. He wanted to hold her hand and see her smile. All of the stuff he thought was impossible with a happy life and an enjoyable existence, people who cared about him — a family — he wanted to do it with her.

“You shouldn’t care what they think,” Keiko replies simply, but there’s a quiet urgency to her voice that draws his ear. “I waited for you because I wanted to.”

Yuusuke swallows the lump in his throat. He remembers that day on the beach bittersweetly. Running across the sand to get to her as quickly as possible, listening to her call out that she was done waiting and he prayed that his luck hadn’t run out. Then she looked at him and his world was righted. With her in his arms, her lips pressed to his own and time seemed to matter less. He decided at that moment he’d do everything and anything in his power to make up for it. So she’d never have to sound that desperate again — so they’d never have to be on separate paths again.

For as long as she lived.

Curling his open hand into a tight fist, Yuusuke puts on a brave face and his sternest voice. Ignoring the controller's dull thud as it clatters to the floor. Shifting enough to meet her eye, he grimaces. “I put you through hell, Keiko.”

After a beat of silence, Keiko shrugs lightly. “I can put you in your place when I need to.”

Yuusuke's mouth fell open. He was a mazoku, not fully, but still. Power-wise, he was pretty sure that he was above most average humans. The idea of getting his ass kicked now was more of a matter of how than when. Especially if what Hokushin told him about his kind was true. Keiko was no slouch when it came to fighting but he doubted --- well, no, even if her old age Genkai could put him on his ass. With the right training and enough anger…

Oh, that thought shouldn't have been as attractive as it was.

Realizing how quiet he was and the knowing look in Keiko's eyes, Yuusuke ignores the heat rising to his face and the pitch in his voice. “Wow, really? In my place? I come back from the dead as a demon, find out that I’m basically a king and you’re still gonna kick my ass?”

Keiko grins at him in response, a dull pain to his cheek as she pinches and pulls barely registers over her voice. “You better believe it.”

Her smiling face guides him from the trails of thought that this won't last. She deserves someone better. Someone who can give her a life she deserves. Who can grow old with her. But saying that might deprive Yuusuke of her entirely, and he swallows his fears for both their sakes.

His ki rounds out around them in a dull blue sheen. He's not sure how his energy still manifests as anything light. Far from anything sinister like the Elder Toguro or the gaudy blinding light of Sensui. Kurama mentioned the color of one's aura had more to do with the soul than what they were.

"At the soul," the fox's voice softened in his memory, a ghost of his hand resting on Yuusuke's shoulder with a comforting weight. "You're like the sky. There's more to you than meets the eye."

Yuusuke huffs and rests his head against Keiko's, watching with an amused smile as she curls her fingers in the light of his aura. Her own is a warm yellow. Reminding him of the sun. It's part of why he thought she was a goddess made flesh. There was only one Yukimura Keiko, and she wasn't perfect but she was perfect to him.

Easing her clasped hands from around him, Yuusuke shuffles about on the carpet enough to face her and pull her into a hug. Keiko doesn't go without a fight. A minor scuffle with both of them smiling eough that laughter bubbles up between them. Her arms draping over his shoulders and her face pressed to the hollow of his throat. She doesn't have as many scrapes and bruises as he does, but he knows that many of them are covered up. Her scars are more internal while his are the opposite.

Pressing his fingers to her lower back and trailing them up her spine, the cream-colored dress shirt she wore only felt like a hindrance. If he tore through it then she might be pissed and Yuusuke didn't want to sleep on the couch tonight of all nights.

“… Hey Keiko?”

“Yeah?”

Allowing them to bask in this silence for a few minutes longer, a wicked grin curled on Yuusuke's lips when Keiko's fidgeting started. His arms locking around her middle and body rocking backward, a dull pain --- barely there --- registering when his arm hits the floor.

“Gotcha.”

“Yuusuke!”

A sharp squeal of his name in his ear lost in breathy laughter as they rolled about, narrowly clipping the couch. Like they were kids again and had nothing better to do but mess with each other.

Yuusuke snickers, smiling down at her as she lays beside him. The bun her hair was in now ruined and the hair tie surely lost somewhere. Eyes bright with mischief and sparkling crinkle at the corners when he peppers noisy kisses along her cheeks, soaking in every giggling laugh and light push as if he was basking in the sunlight. Cradling the back of her head, Yuusuke's fingers tangle in dark brown locks and he practically beams as Keiko laughs and curls close to him.

Burying his face against her hair, the words muffle but are spoken with no small amount of affection.

“Thanks Keiko.”

Keiko sighs, her arm slipping beneath his own and anchoring them together in a tight hold. “You’re welcome.”

Uncomfortable though it may be, Yuusuke wouldn't mind laying here with her for as long as they could. He could even drag down a few pillows and the blanket off the back of the couch. Make it a little sleepover. Just so he wouldn't have to seperate from her so soon.

“Mind if we stay here… just for a little while?”

“Sure.”

“… Can we order takeout too?”

“From anywhere you want.”

Yuusuke snorts, leaning back to catch a glimpse of her face. “Woah, you’re really heavy on the being nice thing today, huh?”

In the dim, its harder to see her smile but the light from the television halos her just right and Yuusuke almost forgets how it is to breathe. “I just wanna make sure you’re doing okay,” Keiko says, palming his cheek with a touch so light it takes Yuusuke a second longer than his senses usually allow to register it even happened.

He feels his world narrowing down and the edges that are too sharp and jagged blunt immediately, everything curving in toward her. A million words rest on Yuusuke's lips but they're none too kind and all about himself, and he knows that Keiko wouldn't hear them. Not without giving him an earful. And he didn't want to argue with her. Not tonight.

They could have their playful spats another day when emotions weren't too high.

Tipping his chin up, he brushes his lips against her crown, whispering against her skin. “You’re too damn good.”

Keiko laughs and Yuusuke's heart stammers as she taps his chin, guiding him into a sweet kiss that ends far too quickly. “Remember that the next time you call me a nag,” she teases, tracing the line of his nose to the corner of his lips, her tongue poking between her own.

Yuusuke snorts, pretending to consider it. “Mmmmm, no promises…” He says, flashing a smile when she sticks her tongue out at him with renewed vigor. His tongue loosening more than he'd usually allow but for Keiko, it's difficult to put up his walls. “I like you even when you’re nagging.”

Her tongue retreats and she stares up at him with wide curious eyes. It dawns on him that he never told her that before. All the complaining he did as a kid returns to memory, but he did feel touched. Somewhere deep beneath all the irritation and dislike for authority.

“You do?”

Yuusuke sighs. He wasn't that kid anymore, but part of him still was. That kid would always be a part of him and he wouldn't toss him away. He had a reason to be angry with the world, and he got better over time. But they both had something in common. Yukimura Keiko would always be a blind spot, a strength and able to find a chink in the armor.

And they loved her.

“When you’re nagging, when you’re mad, when you’re happy, when you’re sad…” Yuusuke presses light kisses to her cheeks with each reason, trailing down from her cheekbone to her jaw then the corner of her lips. Each one is featherlight, enough to linger ut not enough to start anything. Kisses that he knew Keiko loved just as much as it riled her up. “I love you all the time. Even when you drive me crazy.”

He doesn't quite expect anything from that. Soft understanding warming Keiko's face and curving her smile, a gentle tug pulling him closer as their lips slot together. Only the thin fabric of their shirts keeping them apart but even that just takes a moment and a bit of patience to be nothing.

Distantly, it dawns on Yuusuke when he's unbuttoning Keiko's that they match. And the television flickers as a new wave of love and appreciation washes over him.

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Yusuke Urameshi

'Yusuke Urameshi is a fourteen-year-old delinquent who attends Sarayashiki Junior High School. His poor school attendance, constant fighting and bad habits have earned him the fear of his classmates and the disdain of his teachers and neighbors. This all changes rather abruptly when Yusuke is struck and killed by a car while saving a small child who has wandered into the road. Such an altruistic deed catches even the Underworld by surprise, and because they do not have a place for him yet in heaven or hell, he is permitted to return to his body and resume his life. However, while doing so it is revealed that Yusuke has a particularly strong aura, or spirit energy, and Koenma recruits him as Underworld Detective. Yusuke is charged with investigating supernatural phenomena in the Human World that have connections to the Underworld. Yusuke bears affection for his childhood friend Keiko Yukimura, who initially takes a role as Yusuke's conscience, making sure he comes to class and behaves, and later becomes his romantic interest. Yusuke's alcoholic mother, Atsuko, raised him as a single parent after conceiving him as a young teen.

Yusuke's most common attack is the Reigun (霊丸, Reigan, lit. "Spirit Sphere", "Spirit Gun" in the English anime), an aura energy blast fired as a projectile out of his right index finger as though his hand were a gun and his finger the barrel. At first he is only able to muster a single shot per day, but after training under Genkai he is able to fire multiple shots per day, as well as developing minor variations on the technique such as the "shotgun" variant wherein Yusuke fires a spray of miniature spirit guns at once using his fist instead of his finger. After he is killed by Shinobu Sensui, it is revealed that Yusuke is a "demon throwback"; a demon mated with a human ancestor of his 44 generations ago but the gene remained quiescent for generations. Yusuke is resurrected by his demonic powers, which when fully awakened sees his hair grow to his knees and tattoo-like marks appear on his body. Yusuke is a descendant of the demon king Raizen, whom he goes to see in the Demon Plane. Upon Raizen's death, Yusuke becomes king of his domain but proposes the Demon Plane Unification Tournament, winner taking control of the whole Demon Plane. At the end of the series, Yusuke opens up a ramen stand and also spends time helping humans and demons cooperate.

Yusuke is a popular character with fans, coming in second and third place in the series' first two popularity polls. He came in third in the American Shonen Jump poll. In the Japanese magazine Animage's Anime Grand Prix popularity poll, Yusuke was ranked as the thirteenth most popular anime character in 1993, the tenth in 1994, and the eighth in 1995. In March 2010, Yusuke was ranked sixteenth best male anime character of the 1990s by the Japanese magazine Newtype.

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Yu Yu Hakusho 30th Anniversary Goods by Studio Pierrot

Finally, Studio Pierrot is releasing more merch with the 30th Anniversary Illustrations. Such a shame Togashi didn't draw Keiko on any of the kazenban covers. Anyway, I love Makai merch!

They are also publishing a 7-volume book set (total of 500 pages) containing precious setting materials (settei) that Studio Pierrot used 30 years ago, a must-buy!

✰ Official Site: studio-pierrot-store

✰ Pre-orders: December 16, 2023 to January 8, 2024

✰ Shipment: late February 2024

✰ Goods:

Mukuro, Yomi, Raizen, Enki Acrylic Stand

You can recreate the illustration by arranging the 4 figures side by side, or you can display the 4 separately!

Price: 3,300 yen

Size: H20 x W27cm

Mini Shikishi Collection (BOX)

A commemorative mini shikishi collection using all 15 illustrations of the 30th Anniversary drawn by Studio Pierrot.

Price: 9,900 yen *1 BOX contains 15 packs. Not all types may be available in 1 BOX.

Size: H13.6 x W12.1cm

Yusuke Urameshi Acrylic Stand

An acrylic stand featuring a memorial illustration of Yusuke, the final illustration of the Yu Yu Hakusho 30th anniversary.

Price: 1,650 yen

Size: H20 x W9cm

Acrylic Mini Figure "Bonds with Friends" [BOX]

Price: 9,680 yen (11 types) *1 BOX contains 11 figures. Not all types may be available in 1 BOX.

Size: Height approx. 3-7cm; Thickness 8mm

Acrylic Mini Figure "Fierce Battle with the Strongest" [BOX]

Price: 9,680 yen (11 types) *1 BOX contains 11 figures. Not all types may be available in 1 BOX.

Size: Height approx. 3-7cm; Thickness 8mm

Yu Yu Hakusho Setting Materials

Price: 2,200 yen each volume or 15,400 yen the complete set

Size: A4 size, 7-volume book set, total 500 pages

To commemorate the 30th anniversary of "Yu Yu Hakusho", a collection of valuable setting materials used by Studio Pierrot during the production of the anime 30 years ago was compiled into a total of 7 volumes and 500 pages:

Main Character 1

Includes settings of the four main characters: Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, and Hiei.

Main Character 2

Includes settings for characters such as Botan, Keiko, and Koenma.

Spirit Detective Edition

Includes settings for characters that appeared in early arcs such as Gouki, Rando, and Suzaku.

Dark Tournament Edition

Includes the settings of characters that appeared in the Dark Tournament Saga, such as Chu, Jin, Shishiwakamaru, and the Toguro Brothers.

Sensui Edition

Includes the settings of characters that appeared in the Black Chapter Saga, such as Kaito, Itsuki, and Sensui.

Makai Edition

Includes settings of the characters that appeared in the 3 Kings Arc, such as Raizen, Yomi, and Mukuro.

Art Collection

Includes valuable art settings such as Sarayashiki Junior High School, Hanging Neck Island, and Gandara.

The complete set comes with a paper box where you can store all 7 books at once.

Trading Mini Badge "Bonds with Friends" [BOX]

Price: 5,720 yen (13 types) *1 BOX contains 13 badges. Not all types may be available in 1 BOX.

Size: approximately 3.2cm in diameter

Trading Mini Badge "Fierce Battle with the Strongest" [BOX]

Price: 5,720 yen (13 types) *1 BOX contains 13 badges. Not all types may be available in 1 BOX.

Size: approximately 3.2cm in diameter

30th Anniversary Mist Graph

Price: 22,000 yen

Size: Approximately H39.5cm x W30.5cm (framed size)

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Last Meal, a Yu Yu Hakusho Fanfiction

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(Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fan work. I do not own or claim to own the property known as Yu Yu Hakusho. Yu Yu Hakusho is copyrighted and owned by Shueisha, Weekly Shounen Jump and Yoshihiro Togashi and is licensed and localized by Funimation Entertainment. Please Support the Official Release.)

 Last Meal

 Former Spirit Detective Yusuke Urameshi made his living running a small Ramen stand. While the profits were meager at best, the shop gained a very favorable reputation for anyone who managed to drop by for a bite. Long gone were the days of Yusuke chasing after demons and criminals. Having quit his position from the Spirit World, he had long settled into his new role as the smart mouthed cook who often mouthed off to ungrateful customers.

 After a long day with no customers, Yusuke took the moonlight sky as a sign to close up. He was just about to turn the lights off when a figure approached him.

 “Sorry, pal, we’re closed,” Yusuke said, his face turned the other way.

 “Not even for your old Principal?” an elderly but warm voice asked.

 Former Principal Takenaka looked particularly out of character. Instead of wearing his usual beige suit with blue tie or the black suit he wore to Yusuke’s wake, he was instead in a Red Tracksuit, as though he came back from a long jog. His blonde hair now had streaks of grey in it and began to recede. Yusuke could also count much more wrinkles on Takenaka’s face.

 “Sure, why not?” Yusuke turned around and began heating up the stove.

 As Yusuke prepared Takenaka’s bowl of ramen, his mind wondered back to his Junior High days. Before Yusuke’s death, Yusuke often thought of Takenaka as an authority figure meant to nag him into submission while being a hypocrite. Yusuke unfairly placed him in the same category as Mr. Iwamoto only to realize, at Yusuke’s wake, that Takenaka thought more highly of him than that. Shamefully, Yusuke didn’t really keep in contact with him during his Spirit Detective days or his three year trip into the Demon World.

 “You’re looking well,” Takenaka said.

 “Sorry, I don’t take tips in the form of compliments,” Yusuke continued to have his back turned as he finished up the ramen.

 “Am I so transparent?” Takanaka smiled.

 “Not as much as you think you are,” Yusuke placed the bowl of ramen in front of his principal.

 “I’m glad to see you doing so well for yourself,” Takenaka said, separating his chopsticks and picking up a hearty helping of noodles.

 “Oh, you should see me during my off hours,” Yusuke said. Of course, Yusuke wasn’t sure how to put ‘by the way, I was almost king of the Demon World this one time until I was knocked out by this other asshole and lost the tournament I started in the first place’ into a conversation without making it terribly awkward.

 “It’s good!” Takenaka said before taking another bite of ramen.

 “Well, my wife’s a cook after all,” Yusuke washed the other dishes he intended to leave until the next day. “She’d be pissed at me if I gave somone a lousy meal. It’d give her family a bad reputation if she married someone who couldn’t make ramen.”

 “I’m glad to hear Keiko’s doing well,” Takenaka chuckled.

 “How’s retired life treating you?” Yusuke took a rag and started to wipe down various parts of the stand.

 “Not as comforting as I had hoped,” Iwamoto said. “I’m going to miss that school.”

 “Don’t tell me Iwamoto or Akashi took over!” Yusuke yelled. The thought of Iwamoto becoming the Sarayashiki Junior High principal stirred something inside Yusuke so fiercely, the former Spirit Detective was tempted to use his Demon powers to blow up his former school.

 “Of course not!” Takenaka said, affronted at the idea. “I wouldn’t let those vultures near my school. In fact, one of my last acts as principal was to fire those two.”

 “Some good news for once,” Yusuke sighed.

 “Yusuke, do you remember that boy you saved that day you got hit by a car?”

 “How could I forget?” Yusuke replied. Saving that boy started everything for Yusuke: taking his trial, returning to life, becoming a Spirit Detective, training under Genkai, taking on Team Toguro at the Dark Tournament, hunting down Sensui and discovering his Demon ancestry and going into the Demon world.

 “You’ll never believe this, on his spare time, he volunteers as a crossing guard!” The older man chuckled.

 “Yeah?” Yusuke asked. “Good for him.”

 As Takenaka finished the ramen, he set the empty bowl down, placed the chopsticks on top and reached into his suit’s pockets.

 “Darn, I think I forgot my wallet,” Takenaka continued to dig deeper into his pockets.

 “Woah, I wasn’t serious!” Yusuke said, waving his hand off. “I’m not going to charge my old principal for a meal!”

 “You’re too kind,” Takenaka slowly got up from his booth seat.

 “You know Yusuke, out of all the students I had, you were, by far, the biggest pain in the ass.”

 “I get that a lot,” Yusuke smirked.

 “But you were also the one I was most proud to see graduate,” Takenaka smiled.

 “Easy, or you’re going to make me blush…” Yusuke scratched the back of his neck out of a nervous tick.

 “I’m glad to see you made something great out of yourself,” the former Principal smiled.

 “Ready to go?” A female voice said. Yusuke didn’t need to turn around to recognize Botan’s voice, her signature oar she was currently riding on, or the bright pink kimono she was wearing, but did so anyway to wipe the countertop around Tanaka’s meal.

 “That’s right,” Takenaka said, turning to Botan and taking her hand.

 “We usually don’t allow ghosts to enjoy human meals,” Botan tucked a blue strand of hair behind her ear “You should consider yourself grateful.”

 “I am,” Takenaka smiled.

 “Any message you want to pass onto Koenma while I’m there, Yusuke?” Botan asked, gripping one hand onto her oar with the other holding Takenaka’s hand.

 “Tell Pacifier Breath I hope he’ll graduate to pull-ups this century,” Yusuke smirked, picking up Takenaka’s empty bowl and placing into the sink.

 “Still have no regard for authority, eh, Mr. Urameshi?” Takenaka sighed.

 “I can’t grow up too fast!” Yusuke smirked. “Otherwise you wouldn’t recognize me!”

 “Goodbye, Yusuke,” Takenaka smiled, holding onto Botan’s hand as she flew them upwards towards the night sky.

 “What’s he saying goodbye for?” Yusuke sighed. “I’ll see him soon enough…”

 (A/N: For those of you who don’t know, Brice Armstrong, the voice performer for the Dragonball Narrator, the original Captain Ginyu in Dragonball Z and most notably, in my opinion, Principal Takenaka from Yu Yu Hakusho, passed away at age 84. So I decided to write this quick one-shot to honor his memory. I give my condolences to his friends and family. Thank you for your performances.

 Until then,

 Keep writing!)

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Everyone at Sarayashiki Junior High when yusuke shows up again: didnt you die ???

Yusuke: that was a week ago. Things change