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The world was changing in new and exciting ways. The invention of the cellphone was one of them. Before in his youth, the dark haired teen had never seen any reason to have a mobile device, nor did he see why anyone would want to talk to him with one. In his mind, Keiko was the exception, but he couldn’t stand the idea of her calling to scream at him again about his poor school attendance. Regardless, Yusuke had learned through experience that if anyone needed him a certain blue-haired ferry women could locate him without much trouble.
But things had changed. Yusuke Urameshi was no longer the boy he was when he had been struck by a car in order to save a child’s life. He had matured physically easily enough, and was now stumbling into a mental state where his mentor, Genkai, would deem his level of intellect as equal to that of a squirrel. Certainly, it was a huge progress. Yusuke thought that now it was the perfect time to prove to those that doubted him—the few women in his life—that he was indeed capable of dealing not only with technology, but them as well.
So here he sat on his bed, with his brow’s pulled together and an unusual frown on his face as he gazed at the small device in his hand. The cellphone seemed so frail that he felt it would snap like a twig. For a moment he considered keeping it as a flying projectile to be flung at the nearest annoyance, but that would have defeated his purpose. Instead he thought, what the hell. Yusuke’s chocolate colored eyes glanced back at the owner’s manual lying beside him as he reread the instructions about the start-up system. He was bound and determined to prove to Keiko that technology was not lost on him.
Mercifully, Yusuke had enlisted the help of his friend Shuichi Minamino, a.k.a. Kurama, to make things easier the day before. Looking at a small piece of paper with elegant writing, Yusuke fondly remembered the spirit fox fighting a grin as he wrote down several numbers. It took a few minutes of tinkering to understand the basics of the phone; however, his speed at pressing buttons never increased. Once all the numbers had been added into the Address Book app, Yusuke smirked as an endearing idea came to mind. With it being six in the morning, he knew that Keiko would be waking up shortly in order to get dressed for school. The smirk bloomed into a full smile as Yusuke managed to type a short text message with the small buttons provided.
Satisfied, Yusuke pressed the Send button after typing in what he thought was Keiko’s number and decided to wait for her reply. Several minutes passed by and Yusuke began to wonder whether or not she had seen the message he had so masterfully written. Still his cellphone remained silent.
After waiting another three minutes, Yusuke was not only frustrated but impatient. Here he had woken up before eleven in the morning to let his girlfriend know that he had mastered something new, and she still hadn’t responded. There must be something wrong, he quickly reasoned. Springing up and out the door, Yusuke marched out of his apartment and over to Keiko’s house knowing that she couldn’t ignore him if he delivered the message in person.
A few blocks away from the marching ex-Spirit Detective sat Kazuma Kuwabara’s home; it was small but cozy for the teen and his older sister. Every morning at six o’clock Kazuma could be found sleeping deeply as he tried to recoup from long hours of studying. Last night’s studying period had been especially rigorous; high school exit exams were only a month away and Kazuma needed all the help he could get. Luckily, his teacher had given him extra study guides, but they still required time to memorize. Therefore, he couldn’t exactly say he was thrilled at being up at six in the morning because some moron sent him a text message.
Instead of sitting up, or even removing his head from under the covers, a large had emerged from the sheets and fumbled around on the tower of books on the nightstand until he grabbed his cellphone. At any other time he would have been yelling his frustrations at the small phone as if the phone was purposefully trying to ruin his life. However, Kazuma didn’t have the energy to deal with anything but checking his eyelids for cracks.
He flipped open the phone and clicked the View button. What he read made him sit up in bed and look around to see if his older sister was playing a horrible prank on him. It didn’t take long for him to discover that it wasn’t his sister’s idea of a prank, although she had had a good laugh after she beat him to a bloody pulp for waking her up so early.
Glaring at the new number on his phone, Kazuma realized that he would have to change his number because there was no way in all three worlds that he would put up with messages like the one he received:
“Hey beautiful, you look the best without any clothes on!”
Clearly, it’s not always worth having a cellphone.