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Free Tickets	By : RoseandJulie Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Crossovers Views: 1742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Free Tickets
By: Rose and Julie
Disclaimer: We do not own the characters depicted in this fic. They belong to their respective anime and creators.

~ Part One ~

Keiko Yukimura was livid.
This fact was not surprising however, considering whose company it was she had just left.
Yusuke Urameshi had finally done it. He had finally pushed the insensitivity card too far and had managed to make Keiko really seriously rethink the pseudo- relationship that they were currently in. How could he be so totally oblivious to the fact that every time he acted the way he did toward her, as if her feelings didn't matter at all, that he only succeeded in pushing her further away from him?
She shook her head, coming to an abrupt halt as she practically shook with anger. Her fists clenched at her sides as she closed her eyes tightly in order to stave off the tears she could feel stinging the corners of her eyes. She needed to go somewhere, sit down and calm herself. Although marching right back to where she'd left Yusuke and slapping him into next week sounded just as fulfilling, she knew it was no good. She opened her eyes after finally succeeding in preventing the flow of tears and looked up, noticing she was outside of a quaint little caf� and figured it would do just as well as anywhere else.

She opened the door and slipped inside, taking a cursory look around and did a double take when she noticed a familiar head of hair sitting in a corner booth. The person was facing away from her but there was no way she could not recognize those bright red locks.

'That's it,' Keiko thought, 'Exactly what I need. Someone to spill all my frustrations to.'
She remembered the other times she had confessed her aggravation about Yusuke to the kitsune and how he had listened patiently and with a look of understanding in his emerald gaze. Kurama always knew what to say after her rants to make her feel 100% better. It was a God-send that he just happened to be in the same caf� she had chosen to come to in order to sort through her anger and tumultuous emotions concerning the insensitive ex-Spirit Detective.
Without another thought, Keiko made her way over to the booth and did not even bother glancing at the other person as she slipped into the seat opposite them. She felt the other's eyes on her immediately and could just picture the comforting look that would inevitably fill his gaze when she began to speak. Hotly, she began retelling what had just happened only a few minutes prior, her eyes cast downward to her hands which were once again clenched on top of the tabletop in front of her.

"I can't believe him! He's such a jerk! Why does he have to be this way? I know he can be caring when he wants to, but it seems like it's never when I want him to be! I mean, you're his friend, you know how he is. Why do I even bother to put up with him? Why do I let him treat me the way that he does? I mean, the last time I checked, there wasn't a big sign on my back that says 'I'm a doormat; please feel free to walk all over me.' God, he's such an idiot�"

Across the table from her, the tall, long haired guitarist for Bad Luck had been drowning his own sorrows in a tall mocha frappicino when, from his perspective, a crazy yet cute college girl sat down and began the most amusing rant. He had almost interrupted her right off the bat, since she obviously had mistaken him for someone else, but the feelings that she was relaying to him nearly matched his own, and so he found himself listening to her go on and on about her self centered soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend with a sympathetic ear.

He could relate to everything that she was saying, since the girl that he had so recently fallen for never really saw him in the same light. Half of the reason was that his girlfriend, Ayaka, was still in love with her ex-fianc� - who just happened to be dating his best friend. And the other half of the reason was that she was mostly in love with herself. Hiro was slowly realizing how self centered she was, and how she never appreciated the efforts he went to in order to make her happy. And so he had come to this caf� to do some serious soul searching.

"� and then he never even showed up, after I spent three hours preparing and cooking his favorite meal! I mean, under the circumstances, can you blame me for wanting to break it off with him?"

The girl across from him sighed heavily, and slammed her cappuccino down on the table before she buried her face in her hands. Amused, Hiro reached across the table and gently tugged on one of her arms.

A pair of startled cinnamon eyes locked on his, and he smiled.

"No. I can't blame you at all, miss�?"

"K-Keiko," She replied automatically then cringed inwardly. 'Baka! Don't just give out your name to a total stranger!' "Umm, I'm sorry," She apologized. "I thought you were someone else." She rose from the table, intending on escaping this totally embarrassing situation she had put herself in but was foiled the slender fingers that had tugged on her arm proceeded to encircle her wrist.
"Wait, don't go." Hiro said with a charismatic smile. He understood that the young girl was embarrassed - he would be too - but it wasn't often nowadays that someone mistook him for anyone other than who he was, given the success of Bad Luck. And truthfully, he found it a bit refreshing. Not to mention that he thought talking to this girl would be a lot more entertaining than sitting alone in a small caf�, mourning the loss of a love that he never really had in the first place.

"I mean, I can completely relate to how you feel. I guess I'm here under similar circumstances, since my so-called girlfriend has little use for me. She's still in love with her ex-fianc�, and he happens to be in love with my best friend. It's quite a triangle."

Keiko sat down tentatively, unsure if she should accept the invitation or not.

"I'm sorry to hear that." She said, taking the time to actually look at the man sitting across from her and actually registering his features. Admittedly, he looked a little like Kurama, but his hair wasn't as red. It was perhaps a couple shades darker and his eyes weren't that striking green, but a deep, soulful brown. She took in his face as a whole and couldn't help but get the impression that she'd seen him somewhere before.
"Do I� do I know you from somewhere?"

Hiro's smile only widened further with the realization that she didn't immediately make the connection. A rare thing, when one's picture was plastered all over posters and billboards. Therefore, it was safe to say that she was probably not a rabid fan girl.

Of course, in the beginning the fan girls didn't bother him - they generally chased after his best friend - the lead singer of Bad Luck, Shuuichi. That was until the story broke about Shuuichi's relationship with Yuki Eiri, a handsome and very male romance novelist who just happened to be at the root of most of his current girl troubles. Regardless, when the fan girl population realized they were barking up the wrong tree so to speak, they began to chase after Hiro with a vengeance. He had to change his phone number twice, and often wore sunglasses and a wide brimmed hat in public to hide his identity.

Some of his fans had almost crossed over the line into the stalker category. One day he actually found a young girl sleeping against the side of his van.
And so it had been hard for him to have a genuine conversation with anyone, especially an attractive young girl. Now, when he least expected it, he had the opportunity to do so. Keiko was, as far as he could tell, a nice girl with a sense of humor that mirrored his own.

And he wanted to keep her talking.

"I don't think that we've met. My name is Hiroshi Nakano, but you can call me Hiro. Can� can I get you something else to drink? You spilled quite a bit of your cappuccino when you slammed your cup down on the table, and the rest of it must be cold by now. Let me get you something else, Keiko."

That name� it struck a chord somewhere deep in the back of Keiko's mind, but still; she couldn't recall where she'd heard it before.

At any rate, sitting here with him was admittedly much better than sitting alone. She couldn't help but notice how attractive he was, and so far he'd been rather nice and charming. It was a refreshing change from Yusuke's brash and abrasive personality. She didn't think allowing him to buy her one cappuccino would hurt, and besides, misery loves company. Therefore, she nodded and retook her seat.

"Sure. Why not?" She replied, giving a smile in return.
Hiro watched her blink her eyes a couple of times after he gave his name. She really and truly did not know who he was. This only solidified his resolve to get to know her, if only to once again experience the feeling of being an average, anonymous guy. So he got her another cappuccino, and they launched into a rather spirited discussion about their respective less than significant others. This led into a conversation about Japan in general, then religion, politics, and school.

He found out that Keiko loved nature, and that every year she went camping with her family.

She found out that he had once desired to go to medical school, but his career took off so fast that his desire for further education was cast aside.

And when she lectured him about the importance of a good, solid education, he only smiled in response. He completely agreed with her and had every intention of going back to school, once things settled down a bit.

Unfortunately, Bad Luck ate up most of his time, and with their new touring schedule, it was highly doubtful that he'd be seeing the inside of a school any time soon. But he couldn't tell her that without explaining why, and he really didn't want to tip his hand just yet - it had been a long time since someone had felt free enough to scold him like she was. Usually people were kissing up to him or looking for favors. In fact, the only one besides Shuuichi that spoke his mind around him anymore was their manager K, and debating anything with him was not an option.

If you disagreed with him, the big guy would most probably shoot first before coming back with his counterpoint.

So they talked about pretty much everything, except for the name of his band. He did tell her that he was a professional musician, and she responded by asking him 'what instrument did he play, and where did he teach music?'.

Overall, he found her charming and wanted to continue his conversation with her. He had felt relaxed in her company in a way that he never had with Ayaka. When he was with Ayaka, he always felt like he was merely a substitute for Yuki Eiri. With Keiko, however, he could truly be himself.

They spent a little over three hours talking, before she realized the time. Keiko had such a great time with Hiro that she forgot about her troubles with Yusuke for a time, and it felt liberating. She didn't want to leave, but her mother was expecting her home two hours ago. And besides, her second cappuccino had gone cold, since she had talked so much she barely stopped to even drink it.

"Oh! I didn't realize it had gotten so late. I need to get home. I'm so sorry for talking your ear off, Hiro." She said sheepishly.

"Don't worry, Keiko, you didn't. Besides, even if you did, I have another one. Can I see you again sometime?" Hiro asked hopefully.
"Oh, well�" Keiko began. She wasn't entirely sure if she should, tempted as she was. After all, Hiro was definitely cute� and sweet� and attentive as far as she could tell. Everything she'd ever wanted in a boyfriend. But then there was Yusuke, and she wasn't entirely sure where they stood. Besides, did she really want to hook up with someone else right now?

"I� I don't know." She finally continued her voice quiet and a little sad.

Hiro kind of expected that answer, since it was obvious that her relationship was in a state of flux. Much like his own was, but after spending time in Keiko's company, he knew that he could do better. And that he deserved better.

He would have liked to ask Keiko out on a real date, but didn't think that she was ready for it.

Maybe if he gave her some time to consider it. It was probably for the best anyway, since they were going on a whirlwind tour with Nittle Grasper that would take them gallivanting around most of Japan for a while. They wouldn't be back in Tokyo for three months, at which time they would do one last show before going back into the recording studio to work on their next album.

And suddenly, he had an idea. With a smile, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a handful of tickets and a couple of backstage passes for the Tokyo show. K had given him the tickets earlier, and he was going to give them to Ayaka and her family - that was, until he had met Keiko.

With a slight and hesitant smile, he addressed the unsure girl.

"I understand� it's too soon. I apologize for putting you on the spot like that. I tell you what, how about we take a rain check in like, say, three months? My band is going out of town for a while on tour, and that's when we'll be back in town." He said, as he gently pressed the tickets and passes into her hand. "I really hope that you'll come, Keiko."

And without giving her a chance to return the tickets, he stood and left.
Keiko stood up; ready to call out and tell him that she couldn't possibly accept the tickets. He was faster though and was already out the caf�'s exit before she could. Sighing in resignation, she looked down at the items in her hand, turning them over in order to see the name of the band she had unwittingly acquired six tickets and two backstage passes to see. A soft gasp escaped her lips.
"Bad Luck?" She stared a moment longer in silent shock before returning her gaze to the door that Hiroshi Nakano had walked out of only seconds ago.

Bad Luck and Nittle Grasper. She had just been given six incredibly good tickets to what was being promoted as the hottest concert of the summer. She herself wasn't an avid fan, but she was quite familiar with the music of both bands. How could she not be, when they were both constantly being played on the radio?

Kurama was even a fan! In fact, he had a poster of Bad Luck in his room. Keiko remembered thinking that the guitarist looked quite a lot like Kurama.

"I knew that I knew him from somewhere!" She said softly to herself before pocketing the tickets with a small smile.

It was definitely going to be quite a concert. Perhaps in three months, she'd be ready to go.
~*~
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