This one's dedicated to the people who actually read my author's note for the last chapter and figured out that this chapter was coming.

I don't own squat. I hardly own my brain right now, since I'm half-asleep and hyped up on caffeine. And I'm annoying my cousin to death.

Um... yeah.

So... uh. Oh, I wanted to get this out on Christmas, but I was grounded. So I hope you all accept my late Christmas present. Merry Christmas to all!

Um... and, yeah, I'm working on a sequel. Be patient, though. It'll be a while. I have so many other things I want to start, and plus the last part of the Tricycle Trilogy needs to get done...

Um... I'm just gonna get this posted before my dad gets home.

I hope this wraps everything up nice and neat for everyone. I hope everyobe feels... sorta like, closure. Like when you read the last chapter of a book. You feel satisfied but it sets up for the sequel. Like at the end of the Twilight movie. The very, very end, the last, like, ten seconds with Victoria. You know?

And please, R&R my other fics. That would be nice.

So, enjoy the final chapter of "Your Horrorscope for Today". Here's chapter fourteen, "A Second Chance".

"But let me give you my assurance that these forecasts and predictions are all based on solid, scientific, documented evidence, so you would have to be some kind of moron not to realize that every single one of them is absolutely true."

They were all waiting for him.

Actually, three of them were missing – Atsuko, Shiori, and Genkai. But the rest of them stood waiting for him, angry looks on their faces.

Yusuke took a step forward, obviously intent on hitting the redhead. Instantly, Kari was between them, her back to her brother.

Even after all he'd done, she was defending him?

"Get out of the way, Kari," the Detective growled.

"You promised me we'd do this without violence, Yusuke," she said.

"Get out of the–"

"You promised!"

Yusuke sighed and stepped back, and the girl immediately ran back to the crowd, positioning herself behind Keiko.

"What the hell, Kurama?"

"You stabbed me!" Kari whined. "You stabbed me on my birthday!" Her voice broke, and she started crying.

"Actually, Kari-chan, I technically didn't stab–"

"I don't care! It was my birthday!"

They were quiet for a while, except for Kari's sobbing.

"Where are Atsuko, Genkai, and Moth–"

"Don't you call her that!"

Botan answered Kurama's question. "They've all... moved on."

Yusuke nodded. "My mom was... weirdly okay with being dead." He swallowed. "She said she always knew her drinking would kill her."

"Genkai didn't want to wait for you," Yukina added.

"Mother knows everything about us now!" Kari screamed at him through her tears. "Are you happy?"

He didn't answer her, and it became silent again. Kari's tears began to slow and eventually stopped. "It was that day, wasn't it?" she asked. "Before Kuwabara... and the song."

He nodded.

She had told them all about that when she had joined them – her brother was a Sagittarius. "All your friends are laughing behind your back... Kill them."

"We weren't laughing at you," she said now. "I told you it was nothing to worry about."

"What... were you laughing at, then?"

She took a deep breath. "I was going to get you a gag gift. Japanese for Dummies."

The murders hadn't bothered him before – he was a demon. People died. But now they did very much, now that he knew what he'd killed them in cold blood for.

He had committed twelve murders and a suicide over Japanese for Dummies?

Koenma showed up then. He walked between the crowd and Kurama, and then turned to stand facing the redhead. "The rest of you can go on the Heaven. Botan will show you the way. I'm going to send Kurama to Hell."

Kari broke away from the crowd again and walked over to her brother. Standing next to him, her firmly clamped her arms around his waist.

"What are you doing?"

She looked directly at Koenma and spoke firmly. "My definition of Hell is being separated from him. So if he's going to Hell, then I am, too."

It was silent. Then Kuwabara screamed, "That doesn't make any sense!"

Keiko and Yukina disagreed. "Yes, it does."

Kurama looked down at his sister, warmth in his eyes for the first time in a while. "I don't deserve you."

She smiled. "I know you don't."

Koenma ignored the commentary, preparing to send the two redheads to Hell. Then Yusuke broke his concentration.

"You're not really sending Kari to Hell, are you, Koenma? What did she do?"

"It's her choice, Yusuke. What else can I do?"

"What if he's sorry for what he did?" Keiko asked. "Don't you give second chances?"

No, we don't. But since ghosts are as strong as their emotions, he wasn't going to tick them all off. And Kurama wasn't exactly a normal case anyway.

"Sure," he said. "We let Hitler into Heaven."

"You... what?"

"He said he was sorry for causing the deaths of six million people," he answered, rolling his eyes.

Kari looked up to her brother again. "You're sorry, right?"

He smiled at her. He knew that if he said no, she'd re-think her decision to go to Hell.

"Of course," he said.

And he meant it.

- -

Koenma wouldn't let any of us come back to life – he said it was because Genkai had passed on. If she had decided to wait, then he would have brought us all back to life.

But so far, being dead really hasn't been so bad.

The only bad thing is having to deal with our mother. Every time we see her, we have to see the suspicion and hurt in her eyes.

Of course, everyone's still mad. Hiei and Kuwabara are the most upset. Kuwabara, because he was first, and Hiei, because he was framed. The others are mad, too, and they have their reasons. They all have their reasons.

Me?

Oh, I've mostly forgiven him.

I'm still mad at him, absolutely. He killed me on my birthday. He killed our mother. I'll always be mad, I'm sure.

But still, I've forgiven him. Why?

I believe in second chances.

We both got a second chance at life when we were born as humans. And he got a second chance at Heaven.

Sure, this completely destroyed my trust. I trusted him implicitly, and he used that to his advantage.

But the nice thing about second chances is that he can earn it back. It'll take him a while, but he will earn it back.

Things'll never be the same, though. They can't ever be the same. All of us – we'll all be afraid that he'll snap, do something like this again. Especially now, we'll be afraid; if you die in Heaven, you cease to exist.

But I know that if anything like this happens again, I'll be ready to give him the benefit of the doubt.

- Kuramastrass -