Sakura and Cigarettes

"You sure about this, Urameshi?"

Yusuke lit a previously used cigarette, smoke clotting the back of his throat before soothing into relaxing smog. He sat lax on the stone wall of Genkai's estate, sakura blushed in awakening from their hybernation. He released a breath, rolling his cigarette between his index and thumb. Damn, he could practically smell her on his skin. Perhaps his Mazuku was rearing it's primal traits. Not that his natural demenor strayed that of his breed. He shrugged, his brows cringed in aggrivation. "Why the hell wouldn't I be?"

Kuwabara's broad back lay against the wall, his brutish body fraying in an attempt to act cool. "You know what she is, man. What did Koenma call it? A para...pera..."

"A parasite?" His voice grew taunt, poised to attack for the sake of his Ivy. "Yeah? So what the fuck does it matter? I'm a Mazuku, Kurama's a fox, an' last I checked Yukina is an Ice Apperition."

He rubbed the bandage binding fresh wounds on his forearm, "I'm not downing what she is, dude. It's...what if that...THING takes control again?"

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She crossed her arms, feeling every vein in her skull throb in annoyance at her date's tardiness. He could never show up on time to save his life. She closed her eyes, faint nicotene melding with young cherry blossom.

Spring rose from winter's crypt, each white and pink petal loosened from Japan's noble treasure floated on a rouge berrze, dusking her ankles before dancing in gypsie rythmn down a newly paved sidewalk. Her arms itched to feel a cool breeze, but her green hoodie blocked all air. She shrugged at herself. Strong, calloused hands cupped her eyes, tobacco and green tea riddled her nostrild, lightly sticking to her pallet.

"Guess who!"

"Yusuke, I know it's you." Ivy thrust her elbow into his diaphram, incompasitating the cocky punk, sending him into a curled ball of cursings and swears. She giggled at his reaction, the sight of Demon World's top contendor for coveted rule never ceased to draw a rare smile. "Oh, come on! I barely touched you!"

He cracked an eye, his lips curled into a smile at the very sight of her. He cursed circumstance for forcing her into baggy clothed, hiding her body from his eyes. Despite this drawback, rich brown hair loomed mysteriously over a side of her adorable, somewhat oval face. Skin, on trapped upon the threshhold of pale and lightly tan, remained a scarred canvas, a masterpiece suspended in supremecy. But of cource, her crowning jewell remained her eyes, refracting heaven's skies, occasionally framing shards of sapphire. Her giggle eased him, lighting confused reality. He stood, shoulders rolled back, his chest pronounced in pride. Why wouldn't he be, sporting Ivy on his arm? Yusuke's arm wrapped around her shoulders, her bewildered expression drawing a chuckle.

"What's Yusuke Urameshi doin' with a dyke?!"

Fierce eyes snapped toward a slurred, apparently drunken voice by a park bench. Sure enough, a small group of high school drop outs, ones he remembered beating up in previous years effortlessly time and again, smuggly pointed at his Ivy, cackling sickly, his stomach churning in ill rage and discust.

"Don't so it." Her voice came in a whisper, cracking, her eyes veiled by hair. Her fingers clinched his hand, tugging his slightly. "That brat said...you can't kill humans."

A roar lay dormant beneath his breath. Damn Spirit World, shackeling the justified wether they be human or demon from attaining justice. He smirked, a menicing twist of the lips in menicing plot which never failed to make Ivy nervous.

Ivy's footing came undone, finding herself being scooped up into an aggrivating, arrogant, and overall wonderful ex detective. "What the hell, Yusuke!!!"

He softly pecked her lips, rivaling sakura in their softness. "Since I can't beat those assholes, I might as well make 'em jelous."

She was awestruck, words failing her tongue. Embarassment as well as greatfulness flooded her cheeks, her arms wrapped aroung his neck, her face his in the crook of his neck and shoulder. "Thanks."