AN:*avoids eye contact* Im just going to leave this here.

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"What do you mean Yusuke's alive?!"

I shot forward in bed-any traces of sleepiness gone instantly-and clutched the phone with both hands, pressing it into my ear. Keiko sniffled, but gave a happy little hiccup that might have been a laugh.

"He's back, he's alive Utena! It's a miracle." She gushed, and my heart leapt up into my throat, I choked back a gasp of surprise. I felt the lightheaded elation of relief crash over me like a bucket of cold water. I felt tears sting the corners of my eyes, my hands trembled so hard I almost dropped the phone. The moment I saw the name on the caller ID, I had a gut feeling something wasn't right-but this, I wasn't prepared for this. I ran a hand through my hair, pulled the covers aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.

"A miracle is when you leave your wallet on the bus and when you go back and get it the next day, it's still there with all your money in it, Keiko. People don't just come back from the dead." I rasped, leaning over to turn on my bedside lamp. I checked the clock, it was late, too late for her to be up. A whirlwind of questions swept me up and onto my feet, I paced the length of my room.

"I know, and there's a lot to explain, I'm still not sure myself-"

"-Is that why you've been acting weird all week?" The events of the last few days swam in my head, and her odd, secretive behavior started to make a little more sense. I ran a hand down my face and wondered if I was still asleep, if this was all just a too good to be true dream. I felt adrenaline buzz through my veins, my stomach twisted with anxious excitement-and the tears started to fall with a frenzied fervour. I made it to the bed before my weak knees gave out and I collapsed, flopping onto my back.

"Yeah, I guess it is," She said sheepishly, "but it doesn't matter, Ten-because Yusuke is alive!" She cried, her voice crackling in static as it grew in volume. I gave a hysteric chuckle, rolled over and hunched forward, hugging my knees to my chest, and smiled to myself-a warm, fuzzy feeling erupting in my chest.

"Yeah, he is."

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AN:Review?