YuYu Transfer Student: Love Comedy Battlefield with That Guy from Spirit World - Silence in the gymnasium — a crybaby and a small flame's fierce encouragement

The scream wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop it himself anymore. "Wake up... Come on, wake up...!!" Sitting on the gymnasium floor, Yuusuke shook Botan's shoulders where she had collapsed. Her face was pale. Those purple eyes that always sparkled stayed closed. Her fluffy light-blue hair clung to her cheeks with sweat. She didn't move a muscle. She was breathing, barely. But it was terribly shallow. "Botan! Botan!!" No answer. He looked around. Hiei, his classmates, the teachers, the Tekkaren thugs — all of them were down. Over a hundred people. None of them moved. A deathly silence. Outside the window, Soranome pulsed with yellow light. Its amber irises contracted and dilated. Almost like it was laughing. "Damn it... damn it all..." Old memories flashed through his mind. The schoolyard out back. Dust and dirt. A small body, beaten to the ground. (Stop it...) Three boys surrounded one kid, kicking him. His best friend. They'd always walked home together. Loaned each other games, laughed like idiots. But he'd just hidden in the shadows and watched. (I'm scared. Those guys are strong...) He lined up his excuses, his legs froze, and he ran. The next day, his best friend had transferred schools. Nothing left on his desk. He never saw him again. "It's happening again... I couldn't do anything, again..." Yuusuke clutched his head and curled up. He couldn't save Botan. Hiei was fighting, and he couldn't lift a single finger. Everyone — it was all his fault — "Uwaaaaaahhh!!" Tears hit the floor, soaking in. His shoulders trembled. His teeth wouldn't stop chattering. The barrier glowed even brighter. —That's when it happened. "...If you've got time to cry... get up." Yuusuke froze. He lifted his head. Three meters away, Hiei lay collapsed, one eye cracked open, staring at him. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. His uniform was in tatters. His left arm was bent at an impossible angle. "Hiei...!" "Don't come closer... idiot." With a trembling right hand, Hiei waved him off. His fingers must have been broken — they wouldn't open properly. "When you cry... it makes me feel miserable too." His crimson-purple eyes stared straight at Yuusuke. They didn't have their usual sharpness. But deep inside — anger, and something else, smoldered and flickered. "That eyeball... it's still there, right." Yuusuke looked at the window. Soranome. Still pulsing, same as before. "...Yeah." "Then get up. I can't move anymore. You do it instead." "...!" "You're not weak... You're the man who beat me in a past life. Don't... forget that." Hiei's blood-smeared mouth twisted, just a little. It was nowhere near a smile, but — "...Do it, Yuusuke..." And then his head dropped, limp. "Hiei!!" He tried to rush over. But his legs wouldn't move. His knees shook violently. (Get up. Get up, damn it...!!) His head understood. Hiei believed in him, entrusted this to him. Put his body on the line, twice. But — (I'm scared. That eyeball terrifies me. If I can't do anything again —) The barrier's light intensified, mocking him. Yuusuke couldn't move. He clenched his fist and punched the floor. It hurt. But more than that, the shame crushed his chest. "Hiei... I... I..." Tears spilled again. —That's when it happened. DOOON!! A heavy impact echoed from outside the gymnasium. DOOON! DOOON! DOOON!! The window glass rattled. Something was slamming itself against the massive wall, over and over — Yuusuke raised his head. Outside the window. A human silhouette was crashing into the yellow barrier. A broad back. An orange-tinged pompadour, crushed and messy from the impacts. "Urameshi!! You alive in there?!" Kuwabara. His uniform was caked in mud. Blood streamed from his nose — he must have smashed face-first into the barrier. But he got back up. "You bastard!! Give me back my friend and my sister!!" He ran again. Slammed into the barrier with everything he had. DOOON!! The barrier didn't budge. The powerful repulsion sent Kuwabara flying. He slammed into the ground and rolled. "...Guh...!!" Kuwabara lifted his head. Blood from his nose must have gotten in his mouth — he coughed and hacked. Even so, he staggered back to his feet. "Not done yet... I'm not done yet!!" He ran again. Crashed again. Got blown back again. Over and over. And over. "Kuwabara..." His throat tightened. Why was that guy going so far — Kuwabara screamed. "I still!! Haven't paid Yuusuke back for anything!!" DOOON!! "Making him lunch every morning... isn't enough!!" DOOON!! "He's my... he's my friend, goddammiiiiit!!" DOOON!! Yuusuke's breath caught. Something burned hot deep in his chest. (...Kuwabara's still fighting.) He clenched his back teeth. They ground together, audibly. (There's still someone out there fighting... and I'm...) He tried to stand. But his legs — Buckle. His knees gave out, and he sat back down. His body wouldn't listen. The trembling wouldn't stop. "Damn it... damn it...!!" —That's when it happened. "I see. So that's how it works." The voice came from right behind him. Yuusuke spun around. Kurama stood at the gymnasium entrance, as if he'd been there all along. His long, beautiful crimson-purple hair was tied back in its usual single tail. Not a single wrinkle on his uniform. His emerald-green eyes were narrowed, calm — as if he was enjoying the situation. He walked slowly through the fallen students. "Pulses are normal. Breathing is stable. They're simply having their spirit energy drained — their lives aren't in danger." He took the wrist of a collapsed classmate and spoke quietly. "However —" He lifted his head and looked at Soranome outside the window. "I'd say we have about five minutes before everyone's spirit energy is completely drained." "...H-how come you're fine?" Kurama smiled. "I was originally a demon. A barrier that absorbs human spirit energy doesn't affect me as much." He crouched down in front of Yuusuke. His emerald-green eyes gazed at Yuusuke's trembling legs. "Yuusuke-kun." A gentle voice. But — "As long as you keep crying, this barrier will grow stronger." "...Huh?" "That eyeball — Soranome — feeds on negative emotions. Despair, self-hatred, regret. Everything you're feeling right now becomes fuel for the barrier." Kurama's fingers gently lifted Yuusuke's chin. Long, beautiful fingers. Cold. "In other words —" His emerald-green eyes narrowed. "If you don't stop crying, everyone here dies." "...!!" Something snapped inside Yuusuke. (I'm killing everyone —) He bit his lip. The taste of blood. He tried to stop the tears. But they wouldn't stop. If anything, the fear and self-loathing made them overflow even more. "No... I... I didn't mean to..." "Intentions have nothing to do with it. Emotions can't be controlled by your reason." Kurama stood up. "That's precisely why it's interesting. You're someone with uncontrollable power and emotions. How that plays out —" He smiled. A cold smile, but somewhere within it, amusement. "Well then, Yuusuke-kun. What will you do?" Yuusuke tried to stand. But. Buckle. His legs tangled, and he collapsed to the floor. He hit his knee. It hurt. But his body was heavy. "I... really can't do anything after all..." He put his hands on the floor. Tears dripped down, one after another. "Sorry... everyone... I'm sorry..." Outside the gymnasium, Kuwabara was still hurling himself against the barrier. "Uoooohhh!! Open!! Open uuuup!!" DOOON! DOOON! DOOON! The sounds were gradually getting smaller. Kuwabara's stamina was at its limit too. Kurama watched in silence. The smile had vanished from his face. But he showed no sign of stepping in. —That's when it happened. "...Yuu...suke...kun..." A faint voice. Yuusuke's head snapped up. Botan's fingers, still collapsed, moved ever so slightly. "Botan...!" He crawled back to her side. He took her hand. Cold. But — Her fingers weakly squeezed back. "...Don't... run away..." Her eyes stayed closed. But her voice definitely reached Yuusuke. "...Let's fight... together...?" From her fingertips, a faint spirit energy flowed into him. Warm. Soft and gentle spirit energy, like a spring breeze. Botan was using the last of her strength, entrusting it to him. "Botan... you..." The tears stopped. He roughly wiped his face with his sleeve. Face still streaked with tears, Yuusuke slowly stood up. His legs were still shaking. But he wouldn't fall anymore. He looked outside the window. Soranome. Pulsing with yellow light. As if mocking him for standing up. "...Keep laughing, you damn eyeball." Yuusuke raised his right hand. He pointed his index finger at Soranome. "I'm... done crying." He focused his spirit energy. All of that burning heat deep in his chest, into his fingertip — His fingertip glowed faintly. But. Flicker. That was it. The Spirit Gun wouldn't fire. "...Damn it." He gritted his teeth. Once more. His fingertip glowed again. But it vanished immediately. He still couldn't control it. Fear got in the way. The thought that he couldn't do anything scattered his spirit energy. "...Still no good, huh." Yuusuke lowered his right hand. He breathed heavily, shoulders heaving. (But —) He turned and looked at Kurama. "...Kurama." "What is it?" "Help me." He bowed his head. "I still can't do anything. But I can't do this alone. I need your strength." For just a moment, Kurama looked surprised. Then — "...Now it's finally getting interesting." His mouth curved into an arc. A different smile than before. A slightly genuine smile, with a hint of warmth. Botan's fingers squeezed Yuusuke's hand one more time. Outside the window, Kuwabara was still hurling himself against the barrier. Hiei lay collapsed, but his face looked just a little more at peace. Yuusuke stared at his right hand once more. A faint glimmer of spirit energy still lingered at his fingertip. It didn't disappear. (I can do this — someday, for sure.) He clenched his fist tight.

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