Yusuke wakes up, looks around his mother's tiny apartment and hears his stomach rumbling. There's nothing in the fridge again, he knows this but he checks anyways. He puts on his shoes, starts heading to school and sees a couple of guys picking a fight with one of his friends, Kuwabara. Almost part of their morning ritual, they fight until they're covered in bruises and the only two left standing. Yusuke begins heading to school again, now very late, when he hears what Kuwabara thinks is an old junker starting. Yususke heads towards the gunshot as Kuwabara runs ahead. Two more similar noises can be heard from the same direction, he starts cursing at himself as he runs towards something he knows he should avoid. As he approaches the alley, he sees two men in suits, one a friend of a local mob family without his gun and the other a man clearly drunk at nine in the morning firing off shots at random. The drunk appears to be holding the mobster's gun. His finger starts glowing as he prepares to attack when the mobster starts looking at him. The drunk fires off another round. Yusuke quickly takes off his shoes and puts them over his hands. He starts walking towards the drunk, pointing his finger at the drunk. The drunk starts laughing, begins to draw the gun... and Yusuke yells out,

"Spirit Gun!"

A whole bursts open in the shoe, a blinding light follows and the next thing anyone knows the drunk is thrown up against the wall behind him, knocked unconscious. Unsuspecting, the mobster approaches Yusuke and offers him some money for his troubles and a business card.

"That's some trick you pulled, I didn't even see you pull a gun out. Let's get out of here before the cops get here, they'll be here any second."

Three minutes had passed since the first shot, they can hear the sirens. The mobster quickly collects his gun, and they step into a nearby building. The mobster leads them up to what appears to be a safe house apartment and dumps the gun down a hole in the wall.

"You're that Urameshi kid, right? They say you're one hell of a fighter. Ever thought of making a living off of those skills?"

"I don't know, anybody who doesn't let a drunk get the best of him hiring?"

The police knocked on the door shortly after and Yusuke ended up in jail that day, as the mobster decided to blame him for some strange reason. Without any real evidence, the charges were eventually dropped. As he was leaving the station, Usuke notices the mobster from earlier pointing at him. Another gentleman in a suit starts walking over and says,

"Mouth shut, dumbass. You saved me a big headache and that idiot his life. Go to the corner of 5th and Main if you ever need work. We'll take good care of you, and based on how dumb I've heard your are, you'll need it."

A few weeks had passed, Yususke is laying in bed after school one day looking at the ceiling. There was a report card on the table, it was all failing grades. He started thinking about what his mom would say if he joined a gang or the mob. His stomach started rumbling, he knew there was nothing in the fridge. Why did they even have a damn fridge? He checked anyways. He was decided, he started heading to 5th and Main. 

Yusuke puts on his shoes and heads out the door again. Halfway there his mind still had some doubts, when he bumped into Kuwabara. They nodded towards each other and started walking towards the pharmacy for a drink and a conversation. Before they even got ten feet Yususke got sucker punched and a brawl ensued. Five minutes later he was decided. He'd definitely make a life for himself out of the few skills he had.