FW: This is the last chapter. For real.

Some readers: (disappointed)

FW: Well we all knew it couldn't last. It's been fun though!

Hiei: For you.

FW: Yeah! Final shout outs: AmnarRanma-sama, our bands have a lot in common don't they? Psycho people in uniforms! GuardRifleGirl-sama, have fun with all your "camps"! I've got pre-band camp, band-camp, and I SHOULD go to dm camp… but I don't think I will….

Botan: Please go.

FW: Why?

Youko: So we have another whole week away from you.

FW: Always nice to know I'm loved…. schizo and proud-sama, thanks for the advice! I think I WILL stay with the trumpets, unless my instructor specifically asks me to switch. But I'm just a lowly freshman, so I don't think I have to worry about that.

Sola: That's it? This IS the last chapter. You should shout out to everyone.

FW: But that would take away the specialness only giving a few gives!

Sola: So?

FW: Whatever. Now, without further ado, the last chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or wrestling

START

The band piled back onto the bus, Mij supporting Mr. Nesul, had had regained consciousness, but was still dizzy. This time, Mia took a bus.

True to his word, once his bus was filled, Flactem started stripping, much to Tac's amusement.

"MY EYES!" Many of the other, more normal students yelled, covering them from the horrific sight.

Botan, blushing furiously, turned away, finding the back of the seat in front of her very interesting.

Hiei and Youko just rolled their eyes, looking away.

Kuwabara and Yusuke stared at the trumpet section leader, swinging his white shirt around his head, and Yusuke couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Then the bus driver climbed on board, "Oh my God! What are you doing?"

Once the senior had calmed down, Yusuke turned to the orange haired boy sitting next to him. "How'd you rally up everyone?" He asked, remembering the whole band charging Leurc.

Kuwabara looked out the window solemnly. "I just told them that he was responsible for everything that happened four years ago. The seniors figured it out, and everyone else just did it for them," he answered.

Yusuke nodded, deciding it was better not to push it.

Mr. Nesul was silent as well; weather from his concussion or from reflecting, no one could really tell.

His cell phone rang, and he just stared at it, proving the former. Mij, glaring for some unknown reason, turned it on for him and held it to the other adult's ear.

Whatever the other person had to say obviously affected the middle-aged man a lot. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened, before grinning broadly. He signaled for the bus to stop, and once it was safe to stand, did so.

"What's going on?" Botan asked, trying to brush her hair back into its normal status. Stupid band hats really mess up your hair.

"That was the hospital. Joane Resserd has just come out of his coma."

Once the bus arrived, the news of Joane's recovery had died down about to all but the detectives, flutists, and Mia.

The flutists immediately started for the hospital, but Kuwabara called them to a halt. "Just wait until tomorrow," he asked sternly, and the woodwinds felt obligated to obey, for some reason.

Kuwabara watched Mia walk silently by him, nodding once in gratitude. "Good luck," he thought.

Like the band teacher had said, Joane was awake, though still obviously weak and unable to sit up.

Mia walked over to him, for once not sure what to say. "Uh, hi," she started.

"Hi."

"We won!" She grinned, giving the victory sign. Had he been someone else, Joane might have mistaken it for the identical peace sign, but the insanely violent Mia would NEVER praise peace.

"That's nice," he said, slightly out of it. His memory was muddled, but he could clearly remember Botan stab him, and that she was the one who killed his parents. How could he have been stupid enough to fall in love with his family's murderer? In fact, why did he feel no differently about her? What a sadistic freak he must be.

"Penny for your thoughts? No, scratch that! It's MY money!" She yelled, somewhat crazily. "Uh, what are you thinking though?"

"That Botan's a backstabbing, literally, lying, murdering, self centered, bi#ch."

Mia sighed. She knew she'd have to tell him. That's why she'd come after all. "She didn't kill your parents, and she didn't stab you. I did."

At the shock in his eyes, Mia hurriedly continued, hoping he'd understand. "But I didn't WANT to! I think I was possessed, or something. I only really remembered after you went into a coma, when I tried to kill Kuwabara. Darn it, that's not what I meant! I didn't try to kill him, well I sort of did, but it wasn't me! And then-"

Joane held up his hand, telling her to speak to it, or shut up. "I get it," he said, softly because of his injury, or the pain at hearing those words, who knew. "I get it."

"So… are you mad at me?"

"Of course I'm mad at you!" The until now quiet teenager exploded, waving his arms despite the IV. "But you didn't mean it, so I guess it's not ALL your fault."

"So… are you going to tell the cops?"

"Four years of living with murder? I think you've had a bad enough punishment," he said, grinning slightly. Mia returned the smile, and left to let him rest.

Joane looked at his bedside table, now noticing a single get-well card. He took it, and slowly read it through, smiling even more as he did so. It was unsigned, but he didn't need a name to know who made it.

"My love, how unfair to blame you," he said dramatically. "I'll pursue you greater than before as a show of my affection!"

He picked up the phone, also on the table and dialed a number he'd memorized, Botan's cell phone number. Mia WAS good for a lot of things. Like her uncanny ability to get all kinds of personal info from just about anyone, for a price, of course. Exactly HOW she got it, no one cared to ask.

"Hello?" Botan's beautiful voice filled Joane's ear. He'd missed that while he was asleep.

"You're hot…."

It was past nine when Rackly made his way into his small house. He went straight to the kitchen, preparing the instant ramen he'd become accustomed to eating every day since his mom grew sick, and money got tight.

He hadn't noticed the unfamiliar car in the driveway.

"Rackly, is that you honey?" He could hear his mom asking from the dining room table, apparently impatient for the meal.

"No, it's the computer hacker, come to steal our phone again," he called back sarcastically.

"Come here, just for a minute…?"

Sighing and putting the ramen down, he walked the few feet to the next room. Sitting at the table, as expected, was his mom, wearing her fuzzy pink bathrobe, still sick. Across from her, was his dad, sitting in the chair he always used to. In the center of the table was a pizza box, still untouched.

"I thought you two might like a change," Rackly's dad said, smiling warmly at his son, and ex-wife.

Rackly stared for a moment longer before his father's infectious happy spirit flooded into him. Smiling, he sat between them, in the chair he used to always take.

So maybe money was still a question, his mom was still sick, and his parents were still divorced, but for right now, just sitting between them, talking as a family again, this was good enough.

Flactem drove silently down a familiar road, one he hadn't traveled in four years. He hadn't remembered it until just after the band finals, as if something had been suppressing his memories, but it was defeated.

The senior shook his head slightly. Now wasn't the time to think about the present. Only the future, and past.

He drove up a pathway that he hadn't seen in ages, yet knew as well as the back of his hand. Knocking on the door, he waited, before realizing no one would answer. The car was in the driveway, so he knew someone was home.

Deciding to take a chance, he found the spare key he knew to be under the doormat, and confidently fit it into the doorknob.

Taking a deep breath, he entered.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home."

As for the detectives themselves….

"So you've figured it all out?" Koenma asked, impressed.

"Yes," Botan answered. "It isn't a documented energy, because it's a combination. He, Leurc Rettirc has the power to enter others' minds, to rearrange them, or even control them. His energy mixes with all his victims, which gave him a unique energy signal."

Koenma nodded, understanding.

"And yeah, he's dangerous," Yusuke finished.

"I've brought him to Reikai prison, if you'd like to interrogate him further," Botan added.

"Good work," Koenma said, pleased. Once all his detectives left, he leaned back in his chair.

"I really didn't think they'd pull it off."

The next night was senior night, named in honor of said grade, who had worked so hard, in school, band, and their own lives. The ones who would be graduating in a few short months. Aside from remembering the oldest members, it was also the last time the full band would be together. This time, it wasn't for practice, a show, or meeting, it was to PARTY!

Everyone in the band made it, even Joane, though he needed to sit and rest often, energy being spent easily. Botan stayed with him, to his delight.

Yusuke and Kuwabara were playing soccer, on opposing sides, with some of the other members. As of right now, the score was Yusuke's team: 5, Kuwabara's team: 3.

For once, Hiei didn't need to be convinced to come, but came of his own accord. He was standing in a tree, occasionally knocking pinecones down on someone who tried to talk to him, but his just being there was progress.

Youko sat alone on a fallen log, deep in thought. The happy mood was only disturbed when someone came too close to him, his aura so depressing it affected almost anyone around him.

"You're not allowed to use your hand!" Hiei listened to Kuwabara yell, not paying any attention to him.

"Rules are made to be broken!" Yusuke yelled back, and the two teams got into an argument over weather cheating was fair.

Youko was so lost in his own head, he didn't even notice the fire demon sitting next to him until he felt an uncharacteristically gentle hand on his shoulder. The fox looked over at him, and Hiei just stared blankly back.

"You wanted to use the Eye of Eye of Tepurt," Hiei stated more than asked.

Youko nodded, too upset to be defensive. Besides, if the truth was out, why bother to hide it? "For Kuronue."

Hiei frowned. He remembered Kurama telling him about his demon partner during the Dark Tournament. He'd had a nightmare, or something. Regardless, he remembered one fact clearly. "He's dead."

Youko shook his head. "Perhaps," he said absently. "I've felt his energy, 3 months ago, he could have survived. I did." At Hiei's respectful silence, he continued. "If he's alive, if there's any possibility, how could I not search for him? I need to know, I need to find him."

Hiei let Youko finish in peace. So his old partner could still be alive, and Youko wanted to use the jewel to know for sure. If he did live, the clever fox could have used it to find him, to free him.

The two greatest thieves reunited. That was a time the world couldn't afford to relive.

Still, looking at the creature before him, how could he tell him this was best? For him to never even know the truth, to always wonder…?

Hiei stood, placing a hand on the other demon's shoulder. "You can always look," he said, the jagan glowing slightly, before leaving the troubled fox with his thoughts.

Youko sighed. "I'm truly not capable of being in control for long amounts of time anymore, am I?" He wondered. "I'm so out of practice, I've forgotten how to handle these pressures alone. I guess that weak human side is useful after all."

He retreated back into his mind, where the still pained Kurama struggled with his memories.

"Get out of my way," he said harshly, shoving the redhead aside, taking the brunt of his past. This was the way it should be, after all it was HIS life. It was only bad luck that Kurama's mind got the blast instead. He'd lived it before, and he would again. It simply didn't affect his hardened soul as much.

Kurama wasn't sure what was happening, but felt a tremendous weight lifted from his shoulders. "Thank you," he muttered, before taking control of his own body, knowing that Youko would manage on his own. He always did.

Kuwabara and Yusuke hadn't managed to resolve their problem, and just gave up soccer all together

"Hey Kuwabara, what's that?" Yusuke asked innocently, pointing behind the other detective, careful not to put his hand in any of the foods on the refreshment table as he leaned on it.

"Come on Yusuke, who falls for that trick anymore?" Botan asked, walking with Joane up to the table. He was leaning on her shoulder, but she was fairly sure he didn't really need to.

"What?" Kuwabara fell for it.

In the split second he looked away, Yusuke dumped his paper cup of fruit punch on the taller boy's head.

"URAMESHI!"
"What? No one'll notice. It even matches your hair!" Yusuke laughed, jumping out of the way of his friend's wild punches.

"What about my white shirt?"

"They'll just think I beat you up again."

"Like you could EVER beat me up!"

Botan sighed, shaking her head. "They never quit, do they?" A soft voice asked from her unoccupied side.

Botan looked over and was relieved to see Kurama, the real Kurama, smiling back at her. His eyes just didn't look natural without their kind shine.

Flactem and Tac were making their way toward the hot dogs, Tac bouncing next to him anxiously, and Flactem looking like he wanted nothing more than to find a giant stopper to put in the freshman's mouth.

"Come on, Flactem! You have to name a section leader tonight, and I'd be perfect!" She said, trying vainly to convince him.

"You're a freshman," he reasoned.

"So's Botan!"

"She had talent."

Botan giggled, and Joane looked down at her. "YOU were section leader?"

"Oh, right," she said, coming back to Earth quickly. "I forgot you didn't know. While you were gone, we needed a replacement, so I got the job," she quickly filled him in.

"I really did teach you well!" Sweatdropping, she let it go, just this once.

As the time slipped by and the party was coming to a close, the section leaders, Joane instead of Botan, all gathered up front and announced next year's section leaders with pride. Tac wasn't chosen, much to her disappointment.

"In a few years," Flactem encouraged her, seeing her fallen face.

"YEAH RIGHT!" Mia yelled over, having somehow overheard. Flactem and Tac sweatdropped.

"Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, Hiei, and Botan are all going to be transferring to different schools tomorrow," Mr. Nesul announced shortly after, to groans from his listeners.

For the 20 minutes or so that remained, nearly everyone tried to convince them to stay.

"I don't even KNOW half these people!" Yusuke cried in frustration as he explained to yet another person that he wasn't changing his mind.

"Do you want me to eliminate those you don't?" Hiei asked, annoyed at his own fair share of members asking why they were abandoning them. "Because I hate you," had been his answer to almost all, the only exceptions being sousaphone players. He'd developed respect for them over the time he'd known them.

"Naw, that's ok. We'll never see them again soon enough anyway."

"Planning something of your own, Detective?"
"Uh, no. I think you read that wrong…" as Yusuke explained, Tsoy found Kuwabara, trying to wipe the stains out of his shirt.

"You're really leaving?" He asked.

"Yup," Kuwabara answered, not bothering to look up.

"I won't try to stop you then. Just thanks," Tsoy said, smiling at his section member.

"For what?"

"Any, and everything."

The other section leaders each had their own sentimental moments with their peers/students. Flactem grasped Kurama on the shoulder, with promises to keep in touch. Hiei had allowed Rackly the honor of shaking his almighty hand, Yusuke and Mia had a final yelling match, and, against her will, Joane had kissed Botan.

The five walked down the street they'd become accustomed to taking that would branch off into their own house streets.

They walked in silence, until Botan's cell phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"You hot…."

Annoyed, she hung up. "I'm changing my number."

"Why do you even keep that anyway? What happened to those dorky mirrors?" Kuwabara asked.
"They were NOT dorky!" Botan said, defensive. "And because Mr. Cool wouldn't carry one, I had to find another way to reach him if an emergency comes up!"

"Well so-rry." Yusuke said sarcastically.

"I know where you live!" She yelled back.

Kurama glanced at Hiei, "I'm glad those two are on our side."

Hiei grinned. So Kurama was back….

The group fell into silence again. Finally, Botan broke it, gazing up at the stars saying, "It's really over, isn't it."

Yusuke thought over her words for a moment. All the memories came flooding back, from first getting the mission and yelling at Koenma, to being tutored in that classroom, to defeating their school's rival in the finals. He remembered the people he would for the rest of his life. Strong, yet fun Flactem. Sensitive and caring Tsoy. Sarcastic but smart Rackly, violent and explosive Mia, disturbing, yet decent Joane, their amazing teacher Mr. Nesul, heck, even that annoying kid Tac.

"No," Yusuke finally said, also looking at the stars, but not seeing them, "it's never really over."

END

FW: So that's it. I know Yusuke's not that sentimental, but I wanted to throw something all dramatic in the end. Hiei and Youko were pretty out of character too, but I like Kuronue!

Yusuke: (washing his mouth out with soap)

FW: (rolls eyes) So, here's the name secrets I said I'd give:

Rekat- backwards, it spells "Taker". I'm a HUGE wresting fan, and the Undertaker's my favorite. He's called "Taker" for short.

Oiretsym- backwards, it's "Mysterio". Once again, I love wrestling, and this one's for Rey Mysterio.

Resserd- that's Joane's last name. And backwards, it's "Dresser", because he's sort of a cross-dresser. Little foreshadowing there!

Leurc Retticr- "Cruel Critter" backwards, if you switch the "c" and "r" on critter. I call all my friends "evil critters", but since evil backward is live, I figured I'd have to change it a little.

The Eye of Tepurt- Teprut backwords is "Trumpet", if you add an "m". I'm a trumpet player, so yeah.

Darttyth- that was one of the other high schools, it's named after Dartmouth, which is a school that's in a forever feud with my band. I gave them a cameo because I can't stand them.

Sola: That makes no sense.

FW: So what. Anyway, I think that's all. Flactem, Mr. Nesul, Nats, Tac, and Mij were all based and named after their respective real-life people, though theirnames havebeen changed a little to protect the (semi)-innocent. Mia was based off someone, but not named after her. Tsoy was named after one person, but based off another.

Sola: Boo-oring…

FW: Then stop reading. So for one last time: review if you want to, but no one's forcing you to. If you flame, great! I'll take it in stride!