All right, so, a little bit about me before I start this. For those of you
who know me, don't worry, I will be doing a sequel to "BOTR," I just really
like this fic. I'll probably do them at the same time. Okay, this is my
first YYH fic. I'm a big fan of the show, but I've only seen the eps that
CN has deemed to show, so I'm not an expert. I'm not quite sure on some of
the spelling, so don't yell at me if it's a little off. I changed some
stuff to fit with my ideas, but let's just call it creative license. If you
feel you have to correct me, be polite. With one exception, I usually tend
to ignore rude people. I haven't read much YYH fanfiction, so this is a
little different from the "understood" rules.
WARNING: This is a yaoi, and I do something kind of.odd.with it. But I think generally people will like it, just keep an open mind. This is going to be extremely long, because there's going to be massive multi crossovers just for fun once I finish the main objective of this fic, which is to put together the people I want together.
I own nothing
"Is that you, Yusuke?"
"Yeah, it's me." The dark haired, brown-eyed boy closed the front door with his foot and tossed his green uniform jacket over a pile of empty pizza boxes. His mother appeared in the living room doorway, using the doorpost to hold herself up. Yusuke muffled a groan when he noticed that her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, hair a tangled mess, clothes wrinkled and stained. They were the same clothes she'd worn all week. The heavy scent of alcohol drifted from her, as if the empty bottle dangling from her hand wasn't enough to attest to what she'd spent her day doing.
"Aren't you s'possed ta be in school?" She slurred.
"What do you care anyway?" He grumbled, lifting a lacy pair of bright red panties from a lamp and tossing them into a bag of half-eaten Chinese takeout that was already beginning to gather flies in attempt to clean up the train wreck that was his living room.
Home sweet home.
"Listen, Yusuke, would you go to the store for me? I'll make ya' a list." She slumped onto the floor with a giggle, counting the items off on her fingers. "Some ciggies, wine, beer, chocolate syrup."
"Having friends over tonight?" He asked dryly, stuffing more trash into the take out bag.
"Oh! And ya' better get some condoms." She grinned, taking a swig at her bottle and, finding it empty, tossing it onto the pile of clean laundry Yusuke had forced himself to do just the night before. "We don't want any more accidents, now do we?" She whispered conspiratorially, hiccuping. She staggered to her feet, pulling a twenty-dollar bill from her bra and holding it out to him. "Here, use this."
Yusuke snatched away the money in irritation. "What about dinner, mom?"
"Huh? You don't really need to eat, do you, Yusuke? Mommy really needs her groceries. Isn't there somethin' in the pantry?"
Yusuke grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the house, angrily thrusting his arms into the sleeves as he walked. He wished he was dead again. He was sick of it all, sick of life.
When he was younger, he'd tried to take care her. He'd buy vegetables instead of beer and pray she didn't realize he had done so. He had cleaned up after her, held her hair while she threw up, and begged her, every day he had begged her, to stop. If she loved him she would stop and be a normal mother.
But she never stopped.
He had learned to fight by standing up to the boyfriends who beat her, learned to fend for himself by fighting off the boyfriends who were more interested in her pretty son than in his mother.
He was sick of it, sick of it all.
At the age of thirteen he had finally given up on the life he had dreamed of, given up on her. He had begun spending his nights in the streets when it was warm enough, just to get away from that house. He had joined a gang, gained control of that gang. They had been his family until he had been arrested, then they abandoned him, too.
When the time had come for him to enter high school, Yusuke had just concentrated on earning a reputation as the baddest kid in the district. In a way, dying had been a blessing.
He should have stayed dead.
But his mothered had sobered, for a time, when he was dead. She had cried for him. He had foolishly thought that meant that she loved him, and had returned to life.
What an idiot he was.
Yusuke wandered the streets until it grew dark, then slipped into a convenience store and stole his mother's groceries. He wasn't very careful about it - even jail was better than home - but he didn't get caught.
The party had all ready begun by the time he got home, and his mother refused to let him into the house.
"Push it through the window!" She laughed though the doorway.
Yusuke dumped the stuff on the sidewalk and left.
"Get it yourself, ya' bitch." He grumbled.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and began walking toward one of the richer districts of town. He would get strange looks there, but if he slept in one of their parks he had less chance of waking up without his spleen. He reached the park and found a nice, out of the way bench without too much bird poop on it and lay down. Thunder crashed over head, but when it began to rain, he only hitched his jacket over his head and tried to ignore it.
At least it was warm outside.
As if it had heard his thoughts, the sky fell out, rain pounding down on Yusuke with fat, cold droplets as the thunder crashed and the lightening crashed angrily above him. Yusuke closed his eyes and tried to ignore it, thinking of the hot breakfast he would buy in the morning with his mother's money. If he was careful with it, he could probably buy lunch and dinner too. How long had it been since he had had three meals in one day?
A hand snatched his jacket away from his face and he sat up quickly, grabbing at it. "Hey! Bastard! What's the big idea?" he demanded.
Lightning flashed, illuminating a tall man with a fox-like face, emerald eyes, and long red hair.
Kurama stood under a wide blue umbrella, every inch of his neat, pristine form dry. For once, his habitual knowing half-smile was gone, replaced by a slight frown.
"Yusuke? What are you doing out here?"
Yusuke snatched his jacket out of Kurama's hand and shrugged it on. Already soaked, it failed to offer either protection or warmth. "I'm sleeping, what the hell does it look like I'm doing?" He snapped. He was wetter than he had been before, thanks to Kurama.
"You're shivering."
He was shivering. "No I'm not. A little rain never hurt nobody. Besides, I needed a bath." He attempted to lay back down, but Kurama grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. "Hey! Leave me alone!"
"Come along, I'm not about to leave you out in this mess." He ordered coolly, pulling the wet human boy under his umbrella. Yusuke's trembling was more violent, standing, but it stopped when Kurama put his arm around him to keep him under the umbrella's protection and began to walk.
Yusuke clenched his teeth tight to keep them from chattering, involuntarily moving closer to the warm body. "You're getting wet." He protested half heartedly, making no attempt to pull away.
"My car is this way."
"I didn't know demons could drive."
He heard Kurama give a small half-laugh.
Yusuke climbed into the passenger seat of the car with a little regret that he might hurt the seats. He stared out the window without caring where Kurama was taking him or whether or not the yoko was a good driver.
"Why were you attempting to sleep in the park, of all places?" Kurama asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Yusuke shrugged uncomfortably. "I got kicked outta' the house." He confessed, smiling bitterly. "Mom's havin' a party. Stupid whore. You shoulda' left me in the rain, Kurama. Maybe if I got pneumonia she'd sober up for a while."
"Are you hungry?"
"Huh? I dunno, I guess. I was gonna' save my money to eat tomorrow. I can always steal something from a gas station if I get too hungry."
"And if you were caught?"
"You get fed real good in jail."
Kurama parked, and Yusuke realized they were in front of a restaurant. "Wait until I come around with the umbrella." Kurama ordered dispassionately, opening his door.
Yusuke shrugged - what did he care? He was already cold and wet, if Kurama wanted to feed him, he wouldn't stop him. His door opened and Kurama offered him a hand.
He was more than glad when they entered the restaurant - he was colder than he'd thought. Kurama closed him umbrella and set it in a corner, turning to the seater with a small half-smile.
"Table for two, non-smoking, please." He requested coolly.
"So, what were you doing walkin' around the park in the rain?" Yusuke asked around a huge bite of hamburger, stuffing piping hot fries into his mouth.
Kurama, content with a garden salad and a tall glass of iced tea, gave him a slight, detached smile, watching his every bite as if afraid the dark haired boy would balk at the meal. "I always go for a walk at this time of day." He answered.
Yusuke shrugged, taking a large gulp out of his coke and picking it up, rattling the ice at the waitress. "Yoo hoo, a little more?"
"I do not think you should return to your home tonight, Yusuke."
"Huh? No, of course not. Probably get some cross-dresser hit on me. You want the last roll?"
"No, help yourself." Kurama laced his fingers together under his chin. "I do not think you should return home at all. You have an important job as spirit detective, you need a healthier environment."
"What, you want me to live in the park? You gonna' come take me to dinner every time it rains?" He laughed. "I got a bad life, Kurama. So what? I'm used to it."
"No, you are going to come and live with Hiei and I, I think. Yes, that is exactly what you will do."
Yusuke stared. "You want me to come live with you?" He considered it a moment, scooping ketchup onto a couple fries. "You got a nice place?"
"Yes."
"I don't know.I don't like charity."
"It is not charity. Think of it as a payment. After all, don't you think, with everything you have done, that you have earned a better situation?"
"How'd you get to be so manipulative, Kurama?"
He smiled vaguely. "Practice."
Yusuke stuffed more fries into his mouth, thinking. No one had ever offered to take care of him before, no one had even tried. It would be nice to sleep in a real bed, rather than a lumpy mattress on the floor that smelt like cat piss.
"Won't Hiei mind?"
"I'll handle Hiei, Yusuke. Will you come?"
"I don't have any of my stuff."
"I will take care of it."
Yusuke took a long drink of his coke, considering it from every angle. "All right." He said finally. "All right, I'll do it."
To Be Continued. I request at least five reviews before I continue this. Thank you.
WARNING: This is a yaoi, and I do something kind of.odd.with it. But I think generally people will like it, just keep an open mind. This is going to be extremely long, because there's going to be massive multi crossovers just for fun once I finish the main objective of this fic, which is to put together the people I want together.
I own nothing
"Is that you, Yusuke?"
"Yeah, it's me." The dark haired, brown-eyed boy closed the front door with his foot and tossed his green uniform jacket over a pile of empty pizza boxes. His mother appeared in the living room doorway, using the doorpost to hold herself up. Yusuke muffled a groan when he noticed that her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, hair a tangled mess, clothes wrinkled and stained. They were the same clothes she'd worn all week. The heavy scent of alcohol drifted from her, as if the empty bottle dangling from her hand wasn't enough to attest to what she'd spent her day doing.
"Aren't you s'possed ta be in school?" She slurred.
"What do you care anyway?" He grumbled, lifting a lacy pair of bright red panties from a lamp and tossing them into a bag of half-eaten Chinese takeout that was already beginning to gather flies in attempt to clean up the train wreck that was his living room.
Home sweet home.
"Listen, Yusuke, would you go to the store for me? I'll make ya' a list." She slumped onto the floor with a giggle, counting the items off on her fingers. "Some ciggies, wine, beer, chocolate syrup."
"Having friends over tonight?" He asked dryly, stuffing more trash into the take out bag.
"Oh! And ya' better get some condoms." She grinned, taking a swig at her bottle and, finding it empty, tossing it onto the pile of clean laundry Yusuke had forced himself to do just the night before. "We don't want any more accidents, now do we?" She whispered conspiratorially, hiccuping. She staggered to her feet, pulling a twenty-dollar bill from her bra and holding it out to him. "Here, use this."
Yusuke snatched away the money in irritation. "What about dinner, mom?"
"Huh? You don't really need to eat, do you, Yusuke? Mommy really needs her groceries. Isn't there somethin' in the pantry?"
Yusuke grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the house, angrily thrusting his arms into the sleeves as he walked. He wished he was dead again. He was sick of it all, sick of life.
When he was younger, he'd tried to take care her. He'd buy vegetables instead of beer and pray she didn't realize he had done so. He had cleaned up after her, held her hair while she threw up, and begged her, every day he had begged her, to stop. If she loved him she would stop and be a normal mother.
But she never stopped.
He had learned to fight by standing up to the boyfriends who beat her, learned to fend for himself by fighting off the boyfriends who were more interested in her pretty son than in his mother.
He was sick of it, sick of it all.
At the age of thirteen he had finally given up on the life he had dreamed of, given up on her. He had begun spending his nights in the streets when it was warm enough, just to get away from that house. He had joined a gang, gained control of that gang. They had been his family until he had been arrested, then they abandoned him, too.
When the time had come for him to enter high school, Yusuke had just concentrated on earning a reputation as the baddest kid in the district. In a way, dying had been a blessing.
He should have stayed dead.
But his mothered had sobered, for a time, when he was dead. She had cried for him. He had foolishly thought that meant that she loved him, and had returned to life.
What an idiot he was.
Yusuke wandered the streets until it grew dark, then slipped into a convenience store and stole his mother's groceries. He wasn't very careful about it - even jail was better than home - but he didn't get caught.
The party had all ready begun by the time he got home, and his mother refused to let him into the house.
"Push it through the window!" She laughed though the doorway.
Yusuke dumped the stuff on the sidewalk and left.
"Get it yourself, ya' bitch." He grumbled.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and began walking toward one of the richer districts of town. He would get strange looks there, but if he slept in one of their parks he had less chance of waking up without his spleen. He reached the park and found a nice, out of the way bench without too much bird poop on it and lay down. Thunder crashed over head, but when it began to rain, he only hitched his jacket over his head and tried to ignore it.
At least it was warm outside.
As if it had heard his thoughts, the sky fell out, rain pounding down on Yusuke with fat, cold droplets as the thunder crashed and the lightening crashed angrily above him. Yusuke closed his eyes and tried to ignore it, thinking of the hot breakfast he would buy in the morning with his mother's money. If he was careful with it, he could probably buy lunch and dinner too. How long had it been since he had had three meals in one day?
A hand snatched his jacket away from his face and he sat up quickly, grabbing at it. "Hey! Bastard! What's the big idea?" he demanded.
Lightning flashed, illuminating a tall man with a fox-like face, emerald eyes, and long red hair.
Kurama stood under a wide blue umbrella, every inch of his neat, pristine form dry. For once, his habitual knowing half-smile was gone, replaced by a slight frown.
"Yusuke? What are you doing out here?"
Yusuke snatched his jacket out of Kurama's hand and shrugged it on. Already soaked, it failed to offer either protection or warmth. "I'm sleeping, what the hell does it look like I'm doing?" He snapped. He was wetter than he had been before, thanks to Kurama.
"You're shivering."
He was shivering. "No I'm not. A little rain never hurt nobody. Besides, I needed a bath." He attempted to lay back down, but Kurama grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. "Hey! Leave me alone!"
"Come along, I'm not about to leave you out in this mess." He ordered coolly, pulling the wet human boy under his umbrella. Yusuke's trembling was more violent, standing, but it stopped when Kurama put his arm around him to keep him under the umbrella's protection and began to walk.
Yusuke clenched his teeth tight to keep them from chattering, involuntarily moving closer to the warm body. "You're getting wet." He protested half heartedly, making no attempt to pull away.
"My car is this way."
"I didn't know demons could drive."
He heard Kurama give a small half-laugh.
Yusuke climbed into the passenger seat of the car with a little regret that he might hurt the seats. He stared out the window without caring where Kurama was taking him or whether or not the yoko was a good driver.
"Why were you attempting to sleep in the park, of all places?" Kurama asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Yusuke shrugged uncomfortably. "I got kicked outta' the house." He confessed, smiling bitterly. "Mom's havin' a party. Stupid whore. You shoulda' left me in the rain, Kurama. Maybe if I got pneumonia she'd sober up for a while."
"Are you hungry?"
"Huh? I dunno, I guess. I was gonna' save my money to eat tomorrow. I can always steal something from a gas station if I get too hungry."
"And if you were caught?"
"You get fed real good in jail."
Kurama parked, and Yusuke realized they were in front of a restaurant. "Wait until I come around with the umbrella." Kurama ordered dispassionately, opening his door.
Yusuke shrugged - what did he care? He was already cold and wet, if Kurama wanted to feed him, he wouldn't stop him. His door opened and Kurama offered him a hand.
He was more than glad when they entered the restaurant - he was colder than he'd thought. Kurama closed him umbrella and set it in a corner, turning to the seater with a small half-smile.
"Table for two, non-smoking, please." He requested coolly.
"So, what were you doing walkin' around the park in the rain?" Yusuke asked around a huge bite of hamburger, stuffing piping hot fries into his mouth.
Kurama, content with a garden salad and a tall glass of iced tea, gave him a slight, detached smile, watching his every bite as if afraid the dark haired boy would balk at the meal. "I always go for a walk at this time of day." He answered.
Yusuke shrugged, taking a large gulp out of his coke and picking it up, rattling the ice at the waitress. "Yoo hoo, a little more?"
"I do not think you should return to your home tonight, Yusuke."
"Huh? No, of course not. Probably get some cross-dresser hit on me. You want the last roll?"
"No, help yourself." Kurama laced his fingers together under his chin. "I do not think you should return home at all. You have an important job as spirit detective, you need a healthier environment."
"What, you want me to live in the park? You gonna' come take me to dinner every time it rains?" He laughed. "I got a bad life, Kurama. So what? I'm used to it."
"No, you are going to come and live with Hiei and I, I think. Yes, that is exactly what you will do."
Yusuke stared. "You want me to come live with you?" He considered it a moment, scooping ketchup onto a couple fries. "You got a nice place?"
"Yes."
"I don't know.I don't like charity."
"It is not charity. Think of it as a payment. After all, don't you think, with everything you have done, that you have earned a better situation?"
"How'd you get to be so manipulative, Kurama?"
He smiled vaguely. "Practice."
Yusuke stuffed more fries into his mouth, thinking. No one had ever offered to take care of him before, no one had even tried. It would be nice to sleep in a real bed, rather than a lumpy mattress on the floor that smelt like cat piss.
"Won't Hiei mind?"
"I'll handle Hiei, Yusuke. Will you come?"
"I don't have any of my stuff."
"I will take care of it."
Yusuke took a long drink of his coke, considering it from every angle. "All right." He said finally. "All right, I'll do it."
To Be Continued. I request at least five reviews before I continue this. Thank you.