Warm Winds.

Summary. Someone close to Yusuke dies. Someone else gets closer.

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Warm winds. Calm winds. Winds that swayed your curtains on summer days blew through the store. It mingled with the coldness from the freezers in the back of the store.

Yusuke frowned. Why did he ever agree to come here? Oh yeah... His mom would kick him out of the house. He picked out the milk from the cooler. One quart. All he needed.

Another gusty wind warmed his hand. He would pay and leave. No fuss at all. Then he could go back to sleep.

The cashier muttered the amount of money needed. The boy paid quickly. Always suspicious of the detective, the man counted the coins carefully before he allowed Yusuke to go. He almost seemed bitter about it.

Man, Yusuke thought to himself as he left the shop, bag swinging over his shoulder, Why does everyone think I did something WRONG?!

A image of Keiko recounting all the things that he had done in the past went through his mind. It poofed and disappeared though when he crossed the street. After making sure the crossing sign changed. Yusuke suffered a slight fear of cars ever after his accident. But he never told anyone.

Yusuke wasn't afraid of anything!!! Anything but what would happen.

Warm winds. Calming winds. Loving winds that caressed your cheeks on your wedding day. These warm winds carried to him a sound.

Screeching sounds, a cars breaks. Shattering glass, crunching metal. The sound of someone screaming. Yusuke turned his head. A car accident.

Something panged. Something was wrong. Something happened.

He walked over to the other road. A car was compacted into a wall. A woman no older than his mother climbed out. Her face was horrified.

People were gathered around something. Someone screamed to call an ambulance. A man was dialing a number on the pay phone.

Yusuke walked closer.

Warm winds. Calming winds. Winds that blew on the first day of summer. These winds brought the smell of burnt rubber to him. And blood as well.

He looked over a short womans shoulder.

Pang.

His heart skipped a beat.

Pang.

It started to beat wildly in his chest. Painfully.

Brown hair cast over a beautiful face. A blood stained pink blouse. A shopping sack still held in one hand.

He yelled. Everyone looked to him. The feared Yusuke Urameshi, crying the name of a girl.

Let me through! He yelled. A few people stepped aside.

Warm winds. Calming winds. Winds that gently moved your hammock on a saturday. These winds brought to him the smell of concrete and fear.

He knelt down next to her, taking her head in his hands.

No breathing. No heart beat. Only blood.

Her ribs were broke. Her arms were shattered. Her slip-on shoe was falling off one foot.

A wind tousled her light brown hair.

Yusuke heard nothing. He only held her close to him. All memories of her yelling at him disappeared.

Warm winds. Calm winds. The wind that brought you the scents of spring flowers. These winds brought him memories of her. When she gave him his first bottle of hair gel for his fifth birthday.

The bells of an ambulance came down the road. People cleared a way for the stretcher.

A man in a white coat lifted Keiko from his arms. Another man knelt down and gave Yusuke a comforting pat on the back.

She was gone. She was gone. He knew. He felt her soul being carried away for judgment. The winds told him that.

Warm winds. Calming winds. The winds that sprayed you with water from the ocean. These winds blew a tear from his eyes.

Yusuke stood. Warm winds. On a warm summer day. These carried to him the cries of the woman. She has yelling, he could tell her throat was hoarse.

Just to think. He was supposed to be on his way home. He was supposed to be going back to sleep with the window open, letting the warm winds in.

Warm winds. Calming winds. The winds that blew rose petals about at a celebration.

Warm winds. Calming winds. The winds that carried the tears to the ground at a funeral.

Warm winds. Warm winds.

This warm wind was anger.

She was gone. She was gone.

This warm wind was anger.

She was dead. She was dead.

This warm wind was anger.

He was crying. He was crying.

This warm wind was sadness.

Warm winds. Calming winds. This wind was sadness.

Warm winds tried to comfort Yusuke Urameshi.

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NOT THE END

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Me: Look foreword to the next chapter!!! Who is this friends that will get closer to Yusuke's heart?!