Yuuko's at a loss for words. This really isn't like Misaki. Seems like everyone's emotional today. Yuuko really didn't think Aoi's disappearance would affect Misaki like this...unless it isn't about Aoi.
The words finally register. Yuuko's apparently more important to Misaki than she realized. That doesn't make any sense. Yuuko isn't worth much of anything; what does Misaki see in her?
Ok. Ok, hold on a sec. Nobody wants to be her friend. That's familiar. That was me. Still kinda is me, I guess. An' how did I feel when Aoi an' everyone else said they wanted to be my friends?
This is it. This is what Yuuko's been looking for all along. So why can't she bring herself to feel happy about it? Everything feels muted; suppressed. Like there's a big, black cloud smothering everything.
Yuuko purses her lips. Seeds make you feel better. Duh.
She holds a finger out as if to say, "hold on a minute", before she unfastens her Soul Gem–her soul–from her cap. Her costume disappears as she removes the bauble, and the gem rests in her hand in its egg shape, a thick torrent of black swirling within.
My soul... It's dirty.
Yuuko fishes the Grief Seed out of her pocket and presses it against the gem. The relief is so immediate, she can feel her pupils dilate. The muted happiness turns into pure joy; the fear and despair of losing her friends–losing Aoi–whips itself into righteous DETERMINATION.
All from a little seed. That isn't problematic at all. But Yuuko can worry about how Magical Girl society resembles Grand Theft Auto some other time. For now, it's time to hug a motherfucker.
"Awww, c'mere, you!" she cries as she practically leaps at Misaki. Wrapping her arms around the shorter girl, Yuuko lifts and squeezes. She then bounces up and down while keeping Misaki in her deathgrip.
"You want a friend, huh? You want a motherfucking friend? Bitch I'mm'a friend the ship outta you! I hope yer prepared!"
Finally letting Misaki down, Yuuko indulges in a smug chuckle. "But let's get one thing straight, mi amigo. The great Demon King Yuuko Urameshi laughs in the face of Euclidean geometry. I'm on everyone's side. So if there's truly no place for me among the others, I'mm'a make one. An' I'mm'a carve out a space fer you, too. An' if Emiko's yer enemy..."
It's here she falters slightly. How does she reconcile being friends with mortal enemies? Yuuko will have to cross that bridge when she comes to it.
"If she's yer enemy then I'm gonna change motherfuckin' reality until she ain't your enemy no more. But I won't let her kill my friend." She pokes Misaki in the solar plexus. "That's you. You're my friend."
She nods, satisfied. "But, uh, we're eventually gonna hafta tell yer Uncle Juro I'm homeless."
