Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is.
A/N: I know, I know. I shouldn't be starting another new story. But, freaking plot bunny….
Well, I'm kind of a sucker for alternative pairings. But I love YYH cannon. So. I did both. Yes. ^_^
Thanks for beta-ing yet again, Jo Jo! You're .... better than a yo yo? ... what?
This story will contain spoilers for the entire 112 episodes of YYH. Also, having seen episode 102 will help you understand this specific chapter.
Someone That You're With
by Touch of Violet
"Somewhere the one I wanna be with
is with somebody else.
Oh God, I wanna be that someone that you're with.
And if you're out there with him somewhere,
just about to kiss…
God, I've got to be that someone that you're with."
-Nickelback (Someone That You're With)
"Oh, please? I just thought we could spend a few minutes on the wedding stuff, and then I rented this movie for us to watch. I promise, we'll only go over the things for the wedding for ten minutes tops! And I rented this movie just for you. I got a feeling you'll like it."
Keiko smiled at her fiancé broadly, holding out the old DVD in her hands. Yusuke took the case from her and raised an eyebrow.
"Um. It's in English."
She nodded, the smile never fading. "Right, but it's dubbed. So, we'll only be hearing Japanese!" Keiko kissed his cheek quickly. "And I'm telling you, you're going to love it."
"It's from the 1980s." Yusuke stated, his eyebrow only lifted higher. "I don't know, Keiko. It looks kinda crappy."
She blew the bangs off her forehead in slight annoyance. "It's Die Hard. It is your type of movie."
He shrugged a shoulder and threw the case onto the kitchen table. "I'm not really in the mood for an old American movie that's dubbed into Japanese. I hate dubbed stuff, Keiko. Their lips just don't ever move in the right time." He shoved his hands in his jacket pocket and started making eyes at the door.
She frowned deeply. "Well, I mean ... that's okay, I guess. Could we at least talk about the wedding?"
Yusuke discreetly rolled his eyes. "What about the wedding? I already told you – whatever you want is fine with me."
"But we still need to set a date, Yusuke," Keiko said, throwing her hands in the air. "Everything else I'll do without you, I promise, but I need you to help me set a date."
"Eh," he yawned, "it doesn't matter to me, Keiko. Just tell me when to show up and what to wear and I'll do it."
"But, Yusuke, I-"
"Look, babe, I'd love to stay here and chat but I gotta get going." He smiled at her, leaning over and placing a quick kiss on her lips. "I know you can handle this wedding stuff, babe. You're good at planning. I'm just … I'm not good at all this stuff. I think you'll be happier if you're in charge."
She bit her lip in thought. "But, Yusuke-"
He kissed her again. "All that really matters is we're marrying each other, right? All this other stuff," he waved a hand around the room, "it doesn't matter. Okay? So, you just hammer out the details, and I'll show up and say the 'I Do's and you'll be happy that I didn't interfere." He raised his shoulders and smiled. "I know you'll handle it all just fine."
Keiko sighed. She gave Yusuke a small smile. "Okay, Yusuke. I'll handle it by myself."
He winked at her and started towards the door. "That's my girl! Don't work too hard, Keiko." He waved at her over his shoulder and disappeared down the hall. He stuck his hand back in his jacket pocket and whistled to himself as he left the Yukimura Ramen Shop.
Yusuke was still whistling a few minutes later while he walked down the sidewalks of Tokyo, the sun long ago set beyond the horizon and completely forgotten as the nightlife kicked into gear around the city. He turned a corner and paid no notice to the fact that his surroundings were growing more and more reclusive; instead, he kept on whistling, happy beyond reason for wiggling out of the god awful wedding kick Keiko had been in for weeks now.
Yusuke froze in mid step, his happy tune dying on his lips. His brow furrowed, and he looked over his shoulder to locate the voice.
Leaning against an old, brick building was a woman. She was tall and slender with raven colored hair that ran all the way down her back. Her eyes were dark in color, but with a light shining in them that was so unsettling Yusuke had a hard time turning away from her.
She smiled at him and he couldn't look away. She stepped from the building and approached him; his skin tingled, goosebumps running up and down his arms and legs and neck, and every sense he had was telling him to run. But he couldn't move, he couldn't run away. All he could do was look in her eyes. He could see his downfall in her eyes.
"I suppose you look a little like me," she remarked casually. "However, I was never quite as painfully stubborn as you."
All at once, Yusuke found his voice again. "Who-who are you?"
She titled her head, strands of hair falling into her face. "Stupid boy. You know who I am. And if you do not, you are even dumber than your father says."
"My father?" Yusuke echoed, too stunned to be angry. "How do you know my father?"
A smirk played on her lips.
Yusuke blinked, his mind working overtime. "You mean – Raizen?"
She nodded once.
His mouth hung open and he pointed an index finger at her. "That makes you … you're … you're!"
"I am she," the woman admitted. "And you are flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone. And for that," she sighed quietly, "I am ashamed."
His eyes narrowed in sudden realization that he should be upset with the things she was saying. "Excuse me, lady? You got something to say to me?"
"You, my son, are an idiot."
Yusuke's blood boiled and his hands clenched into fists. "Look, lady! I don't appreciate somebody who's been dead for seven hundred years just popping out of nowhere to call me names! If you wanna start trouble-"
She raised a hand, immediately silencing him. "In your pathetic little life, Yusuke, you've been given three incredible gifts that you have done absolutely nothing to deserve."
He growled low in his throat and she arched an eyebrow at him, as if challenging him to continue. He glared, but stopped making noise, and she let her eyebrow fall. "As I was saying. You were given three gifts by the gods that you do not deserve. The first is your heritage. Your father Raizen proved himself to be someone of great worth. You do not deserve to walk around in his primordial ooze, yet you are the sole living creature who was fruit of his loins.
"The second gift was your natural ability to fight. You did nothing to earn it, nothing to improve your skill at it, you were just born with a knack for knocking other people down." She hummed quietly. "It was because of both your unusual heritage and your god given gift of fighting that you were allowed to come back to life to be a Spirit Detective. Without those two things, you would have not been any different than any other human, and your life would have had a much shorter run.
"Finally, my son, the most important of all of the gifts you've been given is the one that you appreciate so little." She looked him dead in the eyes, and Yusuke felt the breath leave his lungs. "She asks almost nothing of you."
His stomach dropped down to his feet and his brow furrowed. "What?"
She smirked, the light in her eyes flaming. "Your last and most important gift bestowed to you by the gods, your most undeserving of prizes: Keiko."
"What?" Yusuke exclaimed. "What the hell does Keiko have to do with anything?"
"She has kept you grounded your entire life," the woman said as the wind picked up, blowing her raven hair behind her. "She has given you reason to live when there was none. And she has been your reason to fight when you would've rather just given up. Keiko is the greatest gift you have ever been given, and yet you do not appreciate all she has done for you."
Yusuke growled again, feeling his hands make fists at his sides. "You don't know what you're talking about, lady. Me and Keiko are just fine. We're getting married!"
"And you do not appreciate the vow she is about to take for you – to belong to you, and only you, for the rest of her human life." The wind stilled and her hair gently brushed against her skin. "You even left her home and her arms tonight in favor of finding a fight against an unskilled opponent. Truly, you do not understand how you have been blessed by her."
His eyes narrowed and his lips settled in a thin line. "You don't know what you're talking about."
A full blown smile spread across her features. "Oh, I assure you. I completely understand that you do not appreciate your gift. And it is my job, my son, to make sure that you do."
Yusuke rolled his eyes. "Uh huh. And just how are you gonna do that?"
"I am going to give your gift to someone who will appreciate it." She stepped forward, pulling out a small knife that had been tucked away in her kimono. "I am going to give your gift to someone else and I am going to make you watch as they do treat her the way she deserves to be treated. And you," she said, reaching for his hand. Yusuke wanted to pull it away, he wanted to run, but he was frozen in his feet, stuck to the concrete, unable to look away from her eyes; the same eyes that had brought down his ancestral father, "You will suffer."
She pressed the knife against his palm, drawing a line of blood in the center. He winced but did not pull his hand away. Then she took her own palm and cut into it, letting the blood run down her arm and crash against the sidewalk. She pressed her open wound against his, and smiled when he started to sway back and forth on his feet.
Yusuke's world started to close in on him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and just before he hit the ground, the woman chuckled.
"Sleep well, my son."
A/N: I've got a good chunk of the first chapter written, and a week off from school (though not work) to finish it in. But, reviews couldn't hurt. ;p