Yusuke stomped through the forest in the direction of town. If Kuwabara had ditched him and made him late to pick up Keiko, he was going to wipe the floor with him.

He didn't even care what happened to the demon at this point. If Kuwabara hadn't taken care of him, then he would worry about it later. Keiko would be livid if he was late again.

As he hopped over a log, he noticed the mud and dirt all over his pants.

"Oh come on!"

Keiko would definitely kill him if he showed up dirty.

Now he has to go home and change. Today's events had put Yusuke into a sour mood. Could today get any worse?


Soon Yusuke was close to home. His apartment was only a block away and he couldn't wait to get there. He had somehow managed to get dirt inside of his socks.

A fresh change of clothes and having his date with Keiko would surely lighten his day.

A nearby clock chimed the hour of 5 O'clock. Good, he wasn't late yet, but he was cutting it close. It wouldn't take him long to change.

He all but skidded to a stop in front of his apartment door while fishing through his pockets for his keys. He put his key into the lock but it wouldn't turn.

"What the?"

He tried to turn it the other way but it still wouldn't move.

Yusuke pulled the key out and examined it. It wasn't broken so why wouldn't it work?

He tried a few more times, jiggling it more aggressively with each try.

He gave the door a light kick but it remained closed. He had accidentally broken the door a few times before and he didn't want to upset the building manager again. He couldn't afford to get kicked out.

While pondering if he should risk breaking the door or maybe a window, Yusuke spotted one of his elderly neighbors.

He waved

"Hey Mrs. Kajima! Did they change the locks? I can't get in."

She gave him a startled look before hurrying inside her apartment and quickly shutting the door.

"What's up with her?" He said to himself.

She was usually quite talkative. Was she also having a bad day? Oh well, he could talk to her later. Back to the problem at hand.

Maybe he had left a window unlocked that he could get in through.

Yusuke walked over to the window and gave it a firm tug. Like the door, it didn't budge.

"Today would be the first time I actually remembered to lock everything."

Something inside caught his eye. He peered in through the window.

"What the hell?!"

The apartment was empty. No furniture, no pictures, not even any appliances were inside.

This was his apartment but there was no way someone could have moved all his stuff out in the time that he was gone. The walls had even been painted a different color.

Yusuke angrily looked around.

"If someone's playing a prank, you better end it right now! I am not in the mood for this!"

No one answered him as he stood fuming on the walkway. Yet again, he was alone.

He hadn't been knocked out for over a day, had he? There's no way. Even if he had, what happened to all his furniture?

If all of this has been part of some elaborate trick, there would be hell to pay.

He saw a few of his neighbors peek out from behind their curtains at him. Something fishy was going on and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

Kuwabara could at least be able to tell him what had happened after he blacked out.

He just had to find him.


Several hours of running around the city looking for Kuwabara had left him feeling drained. No one had been home and he wasn't at any of his usual hangout spots.

It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Something was definitely not right.

Yusuke was tired, grumpy, and hungry. Today was becoming one of the worst and most frustrating days he had ever had to deal with.

The sun had started to set, throwing shadows across the road. He had wandered into the industrial part of town. The workers had all gone for the day making the area surprisingly quiet. It was one of only a few places left he had yet to check.

He had just rounded the corner of one of the warehouses when he head a commotion.

"Now what?"

Maybe it was finally who he was looking for.

He headed toward what sounded like a typical high school brawl. Even if it wasn't Kuwabara, at least it would give him something to do to blow off some steam. It had been a while since the last time he had been in a human fistfight.

Suddenly a piercing light shot across the area, streaking across the sky before disappearing into the distance. It looked just like his spirit gun blast but he couldn't feel any familiar energy behind it. Besides him and Genkai, who else knew the spirit gun?

After running past a few shipping trailers, he was finally able to see the fighters.

He first spotted an unconscious demon lying on the ground before his eyes wondered over to the fight's victor. They stood silhouetted by the sun, standing in his signature spirit gun pose.

After a moment he recognized who the mystery fighter was. He stopped dead in his tracks, almost tripping over his own feet.

"No freakin' way!"