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For all his time in the Makai, all the stamina he had developed and all the strength he now had, none of it counted in taking care of a baby. In theory, Kuwabara knew what Yumi needed; diapers and feeding, but found it all a bit awkward. His hands felt too big and unruly when he held her, too rough and dangerous. "You're going to have to teach me how to change her properly." An hour after he had arrived, Yuusuke had seemed to finally calm down, although Yuusuke still looked very antsy. Agitated.

"Diaper changing isn't rocket science. Take the dirty one off, clean her up and put a new one on." Yuusuke shrugged, still looking at his feet and absently twiddling his thumbs.

"I'm not going anywhere, you know. You don't have to watch me like a hawk."

"Yeah, yeah," said Yuusuke. "If you're going to go somewhere, it better be the shower. You smell like crap."

"Right, right. Hiei ain't one for frequent washing." Kuwabara shut his mouth and leaned towards Yuusuke, a hand under Yumi's head as he handed Yumi to her father. "Yumi-chan...She's really happy, Urameshi."

"Of course she is," said Yuusuke.  He rocked Yumi gently and smiled when she gurgled with delight.

Kuwabara took a moment to enjoy the sight of Yuusuke and his daughter. It made Kuwabara feel weird. Really protective. "Yeah. I, uh, don't have anything to wear." He was currently wearing a tunic and pants set from Mukuro's stores, and they were threadbare. They also smelled so badly, Kuwabara was determined to burn them.

Yuusuke looked Kuwabara up and down. "My clothes probably won't fit you great but they'll cover you."  He smirked.  "That is, unless you want to walk around naked?"

"Urameshi, your clothes wouldn't have fit me when I was twelve..." Kuwabara scoffed, shaking his head. "If that's the only choice I've got, that'll have to work out."

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The hot shower Kuwabara got was blissful after so many months of cold water splashed on his face, if that. It took the better part of an hour to clean his skin of all the filth that had accumulated. His hair was a wreak, and although he got it as clean as he could, Kuwabara knew he'd have to cut it all off as soon as he had a chance. "Urameshi!" Called out the door when he had dried his body off, "Do you have any scissors and a razor?" He didn't think Yuusuke had to shave, after all.

"Just a sec!" he called back.  A moment later, Yuusuke was at the bathroom door with a pair of scissors.  "I don't have a razor. You're going to have to deal with the beard until you get your own."

A towel around his hips, Kuwabara took the scissors, giving Yuusuke a wry smile. "I can still trim it." He felt a silly twinge of manly pride; he could grow a rather spectacular beard while Yuusuke couldn't. Being taller than Yuusuke added the things-Kuwabara-could-do-better-than-Urameshi total up to two.

"You do that then," Yuusuke called over his shoulder as he exited.

Kuwabara lacked his sister's skill with scissors and his hair was lost in chunks and handfuls. He did get it fairly even, a few inches short all across. Then his beard was trimmed to a manageable length so he looked a little less than a mountain hermit. He padded to the living room slowly, holding that towel properly in place. "I need those clothes, Urameshi."

Yuusuke shushed him and stood, walking past Kuwabara to head to his bedroom and pick out the largest outfit he had.  "So, is that beard one of your new demon powers?  It's pretty impressive."  He grinned. "Kuwabara…that haircut…Pretty sure Yumi could do a better job."  He handed the clothes over to Kuwabara.

"Har-de-har," Snatching the clothes away, Kuwabara padded back to the bathroom and got dressed. The jeans pinched his calves and thighs, and wouldn't zip closed. "Great." Maybe he could work up the will to call Shizuru, although he was sure she was going to literally kill him.

Kuwabara headed back to the living room, trying to ignore the way those jeans were digging into places they shouldn't. "These aren't going to work. Don't you have anything else?"

Yuusuke laughed briefly but fell silent a moment later. He took a deep breath and his face was blank once more. "Help yourself to whatever," he said.

While he always found Yuusuke difficult to read, Kuwabara nearly understood that sudden silence and left the room silently. He found a pair of sweatpants that at least fit over his hips without pinching too tight to walk. That shirt also stretched too taunt over his chest and shoulder but Kuwabara couldn't be too picky.

Out in the living room, he was ignoring how foolish he looked. "I need to go see sis. Borrow some cash off her, buy a few necessities." Or find some of his old things if she hadn't tossed them. "I don't, uh. Have a place to stay. After those forests, your livin' room floor would be heaven..." His hint was as subtle as a jackhammer.

Yuusuke nodded.  "The couch would probably be better on your back.  But you're such a beast, your feet'll probably hang off it."  He flopped down in his rocking chair and gazed down at Yumi.  She was still sleeping.  "And get Shizuru to cut your hair or something.  Hiei turned you into a youkai, not a sasquatch."

"Yeah, I'm just a brute now." Kuwabara left with that. He had no shoes, but stuffed his fit his feet in a pair of slippers Yuusuke had around the house.

All his training had only made him slightly faster than an average human when he tried to hurry. People looked at him as if he were a speed-walking pervert. Shizuru slapped him upside the head and chewed him out for hours, but Kuwabara returned to Yuusuke's home before dark. His arms were filled with paperbags of items, and his hair was practically a buzzcut.

Yuusuke was sitting on the couch when Kuwabara returned, and looked a little relieved when the redhead kicked the front door shut. "Hey."

Kuwabara felt an unexpected prickle down his spine that radiated off of Yuusuke. Something akin to intense relief and he couldn't find anything to say, himself. Kuwabara left the room, reappeared once he had dressed in jeans and a shirt that fit. When he returned to sit on the couch beside Yuusuke, Kuwabara made a few false starts. You should have come with me , or a joke lost without being said. He rubbed a young scar on his neck, staring at the floor. "You're kind of skinny. I mean, I expected your clothes to be small on me but not that small."

Yuusuke shrugged.  "I'm alright.You probably just got bigger."

"I was always big. Where've you been looking?" He smirked, but kept his hands clasped together. "So...what have you been up to, besides bein' a daddy?"

"Uh,  not much? Yumi takes up most of my time.  I take her outside a lot.  Walk to the park and look at trees and stuff."

"Looking at trees?"

"Yumi likes it. Shut up."

Kuwabara laughed softly, and was still smiling as he asked, "You really don't care if I stay here? I need to find a job, but I'll pay rent and for my own food! I know I sure eat a lot more, now."

"Stay as long as you want," said Yuusuke.  "I'll get you a bed or something.  You can sleep in the nursery since I don't have a spare room."

"I can buy a small futon, I don't need a bed." Kuwabara paused at the suggestion of staying in the nursery, a sappy smile stretched across his face beneath his beard. His plan was painfully simple and unprepared; stay as long as he could, then refuse to leave if Yuusuke ever told him to. That had to be easy.

Yuusuke gave Kuwabara a small, almost non-existant smile.  "I've been meaning to buy myself a new bed anyway. A king sized bed is too big for... y'know, just me."

"A king size hand me down would be too big for me too, Urameshi. Not trying to be cheap, I jus' don't need much!"

"I meant that I was going to throw my old bed away. It's no trouble.  I inherited a ton of gold from Raizen, and Kurama helped me get it transferred to yen over here. Got a bank account that's burstin' at the seams with cash."

"Oh! Er. Yeah, makes more sense." Kuwabara rubbed his palms against his knees, finally looking Yuusuke in the eye. "I noticed somethin'. Where are all Keiko's pictures? You didn't...Toss them, did you?" A slightly accusatory tone slipped in, and Kuwabara was frowning at his friend.

Yuusuke's expression turned stony. "I put them away," His tone was that near calm, even tone that preceded breaking very large, stupid men in half.

"How was I supposed to know?" Kuwabara knew that tone all too well and swallowed hard. "Urameshi, you know you can talk to me. I'm not going to say anything bad if you want to talk to me."

"I don't have anything to say," said Yuusuke. "Why the hell are you getting all worked up?  They're just some dumb photos."

Kuwabara's earlobes turned red and his expression went furious. "Dumb photos? Just dumb photos? That's--" He articulated with his hands the angry words he couldn't get out. "That's Keiko! Yumi-chan's mother, your--" Dead wife. "It's not just anything dumb!"

Yuusuke was shaking now, although Kuwabara wasn't sure if it was rage or sadness causing his old friend to shiver like that. "I think about her all the time," he muttered.  "I wanted to keep the pictures safe so Yumi could look at them when she grows up."

"They'd be safe out for you to see, Urameshi," A mitt of a hand clapped down on Yuusuke's shoulder, the only physical comfort Kuwabara could offer Yuusuke without , most likely, getting a punch to the jaw.

Yuusuke stayed silent for a while. "I don't want to look at her face all the time," he said.

Kuwabara simply kept the pressure on Yuusuke's shoulder up, rubbing with his thumb. "I'm sorry, Yuusuke." His given name escaped Kuwabara's mouth a bit awkwardly, unused to saying it. "I'm sorry..."

Yuusuke and Keiko were like some prince and princess in Kuwabara's mind. They were supposed to have a dozen kids and live happily-ever-after, not this.

A year ago, Kuwabara would have been shocked that Yuusuke hunched forward and shook with silent sobs. He wouldn't have known what to do when Urameshi Yuusuke started to cry. Now,  Kuwabara simply spread a hand over the other man's shoulder blades and leaned forward with him, patting Yuusuke's back. "I'll be here. No matter what."

"J-just this once," Yuusuke's voice wavered slightly, but he kept that tough as nails tone.  "I w-won't kill you for hugging me."

That was too close to Yuusuke asking him for a hug and that was unnatural. Kuwabara wrapped one arm around Yuusuke's shoulder to pull the other man upright, then had both arms around Yuusuke. Tight enough to hurt and unrelenting. The way he had always wanted to embrace Yuusuke. A selfish thought that Kuwabara tried hard to chase away.

Yuusuke just buried his face in Kuwabara's shoulder and cried. Stifled sorts of sounds that would be wails from anyone else. Kuwabara could feel Yuusuke's spine through his shirt as he rubbed Yuusuke's back. Kuwabara had always been bigger than Yuusuke, but now it was like the other guy was fragile. It made Kuwabara's stomach turn with worry and he was on the verge of talking Yuusuke into a meal when Yumi began to wail from her nursery. "I'll get her. Just stay there," On his feet in a moment, Kuwabara gave Yuusuke's shoulders a pat and turned away, allowing Yuusuke some privacy.

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Yumi kept wriggling as he wiped her clean, babbling in that way babies did. "Who's th'cutest princess in the whole world?" He couldn't help cooing at Yumi, who giggled and smiled up at him.  Kuwabara lifted Yumi from the changing table, a bit proud he had gotten her diaper to stay on and leaned out the door, "Urameshi! Where am I supposed to throw this diaper?"

Yuusuke walked down the hall, eyes red but he was totally composed again. "There's a diaper thing right next to the changing table," he said, pointing to the diaper genie. "Shove it in there."

"Oh." Being the baby of his family, no younger cousins still living in Japan, and having nieces or nephews left Kuwabara lacking most knowledge on children. "Don't worry, Yumi-chan!" He reassured the baby, trying to cradle her in the crook of his elbow. "I'll just have to learn all this stuff from your daddy. He's the best daddy ever, ain't he?" Kuwabara grinned down at Yumi as she pulled on his beard. It was still strange to think of Yuusuke as a father.

"I'm impressed," said Yuusuke.  "I didn't think you could manage to get a diaper to stay on backwards."

"It's not backwards!" Kuwabara still did a double check, and scowled at Yuusuke. "See, they're on her front. It looks just like it looks on the bag." Yumi gurgled a happy little noise and Kuwabara smirked. "Even she agrees with me." Otherwise Yumi wouldn't be so happy.

"I think she likes you."  Yuusuke took a few steps closer to Kuwabara and looked down at his smiling daughter.  "One more thing."  He looked up pointed at Kuwabara's hair.  "I hate this haircut."

Kuwabara scoffed, "You hated anything I did with my hair." Pompadour, got remarks. Even when he had tried to grow it out one year, Yuusuke felt the need to berate it. "Where's her jammies? I misplaced them..."

Yuusuke picked up Yumi's pajamas from the side of the changing table and handed them to Kuwabara.  "I'm getting kinda tired," he said.  "I think I'll go to bed soon."

"Alright…" There was a strange little, awkward silence as Kuwabara stared at Yuusuke and Yuusuke stared back. Words bubbled up inside Kuwabara and stuck to the back of his tongue—and then Yuusuke gave Yumi a kiss and smiled at his daughter before leaving the room.
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