Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN YU YU HAKUSHO.wish I did. I do own Tsuki Urameshi.
Okay this literally popped into my head when I was about to go to sleep.
Please Review.
~Life~
Life's a bitch.
For me that's a simple fact of life that I thoroughly embrace.
My names Tsuki Urameshi.
Daughter of Keiko and Yusuke Urameshi.
Ironic how fathers have the power to protect their families.
My fathers had that power since he was fourteen.
You see he was a spirit detective.
He's fought against humans, demons, apparitions, and all sorts of things.
Yusuke Urameshi,
Loving father, protector, and friend.
Rest In Peace
It's stupid.
How my father can have the power
to protect people but can't stop a stupid driver.
I should know I was there.
I was nine.
Me and my father were out driving.
A drunk driver came out of nowhere and hit us.
I was fine but my father.
That one horrible moment is branded into my memory forever.
As I stand at your grave five years later.
As the tears slide down my face.
As I lay these flowers on your grave.
I also remember the good times.
It pains me that your gone.
And a part of me died that day.
But I've accepted it through my simple fact of life.
Life's a bitch. And we were both royally screwed over.
Okay this literally popped into my head when I was about to go to sleep.
Please Review.
~Life~
Life's a bitch.
For me that's a simple fact of life that I thoroughly embrace.
My names Tsuki Urameshi.
Daughter of Keiko and Yusuke Urameshi.
Ironic how fathers have the power to protect their families.
My fathers had that power since he was fourteen.
You see he was a spirit detective.
He's fought against humans, demons, apparitions, and all sorts of things.
Yusuke Urameshi,
Loving father, protector, and friend.
Rest In Peace
It's stupid.
How my father can have the power
to protect people but can't stop a stupid driver.
I should know I was there.
I was nine.
Me and my father were out driving.
A drunk driver came out of nowhere and hit us.
I was fine but my father.
That one horrible moment is branded into my memory forever.
As I stand at your grave five years later.
As the tears slide down my face.
As I lay these flowers on your grave.
I also remember the good times.
It pains me that your gone.
And a part of me died that day.
But I've accepted it through my simple fact of life.
Life's a bitch. And we were both royally screwed over.