Woot!! It's the fourth of July!! Since I'm soooooo patriotic, I decided to post this fic about a Japanese anime! (sarcasticness) Aren't I ironic?

OKAY!! WARNING!!

1) This fic will probably have slight character bashing in the more humorous parts (it's for laughs people, don't develop an ulcer over it –I have nothing against those characters!!)

2)This fic will definitely have some OOCness, I usually like to keep the characters with their personalities but this is gonna be one of my less serious ones, unless it just develops the other way.

3) If I owned Yu Yu Hakusho it wouldn't be the great anime/manga it is today and no one would want to read it!!

4) Surjo is my character as well as the idea for this fic (which I'm sure no one would want to steal credit for in the first place!)

5) May have mild cursing, I just don't think I can keep my mouth in control for this one!

......okay! I think that's it!!

Prologue: A Hint of What It's Like

A long time ago in the realm of the Makai lived many demons. Most of the demons there were blood thirsty and viscous in nature. Because of this the Makai was not a safe place for anyone. In order to survive there you had to be strong and endure many hardships, most often, utterly alone. The demons killed whoever were in their way, ransacked homes and had their way with anyone and anything. There you never were allowed to show weakness, there were no emotions besides pain, anger, hatred, rage, and contempt. You never cared the slightest bit about the people you traveled with or stayed with, whether it was your family or your companions. You're only priority was yourself, everything and everyone else was expendable.
During these raids and ransacking of villages, the place would be demolished and left devoid of any life. Every once in a while there will be a survivor, who would have to make it on their own, not that it was much different than the normal way of things, but sometimes the survivor would be a child; one barely able to take care of itself. An instance such as this is why our story takes place.

Chapter One: What Happened in the Past

It was dark, and cold, and there was pain. He could barely move in the spot where he was trapped. He knew of what had happened and he was afraid. Would they find him? Or did they think that he was already dead? Were they still there? Or had they left? He had no idea of what was going on or how much time had passed. He had woken up a short while ago, trapped beneath a pile of rubble trying to make heads or tails of the situation on the other side. But he did remember what had happened...
There was screaming and shouts. Surjo ran out of the small hut that belonged to his family. There were strangers in the village! They were causing trouble, but the villagers could not stop them. They destroyed everything, killing everyone that crossed their path. Suddenly he felt an arm wrap around him, lifting him up. Surjo was about to scream in fright when he felt another hand on his mouth; forcing the outburst to remain caught in his throat.
"Ssshhh" a voice said. Surjo turned his head slightly to see that it was his father. "We have to leave before they find us. Just keep quiet and stay hidden." Surjo nodded and his father let go of his mouth.
They bolted to the outskirts of the village where they confronted some of the bandits. His father let go of him and pushed into the shadows before anyone could see. He whispered softly, "Whatever happens, get away from here and don't look back. You are to live a long life where you'll find someone and take care of each other. I want you to be happy." With that a bandit snuck up on Surjo's father from behind and sliced through him with a scythe. Surjo watched as his father fell to the ground. He resisted the urge to cry out to him when he remembered that he was told to 'keep quiet and stay hidden.' Surjo was helpless as he watched what became of his village. Then, without warning, the building that he was using as cover collapsed on top of him. The last thing he saw was black.

He knew he had to move. He had to find some way to get out and live like his father wanted him too. He just couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, frustrated, sad, and angry. Why did those bandits have to attack his rather peaceful village? Well they did, there was nothing he could do to change that. There was nothing he could have done to help them. Surjo tried moving it hurt so much he knew he had to be seriously injured. But still he tried and eventually managed to wriggle out beneath the pile of debris. After he was able to stand he did the only thing his young mind could comprehend at a time like this. He ran. He ran and ran and didn't stop running. He just pushed on farther and farther away from the life that he knew the life he could never could go back to. He ran for three whole days before collapsing on the ground beside a stream. He sat there in the lush undergrowth and cried his eyes out. Too tired, too hurt, too numb to do anything else. He just sat there and cried. After hours of this, young Surjo fell into sleep that consisted of nightmares of his father's words and bandit wielding scythes.

The next time Surjo found himself conscious he continued to cry. Not the silent cry he did the night before, but the loud mourning he now had the strength to do. He wept his little heart out and kept on it. He didn't even stop when he heard the bushes rustle. He didn't even acknowledge the noise and continued on with his business. A minute later he heard a young voice ask softly, innocently, "Why are you crying?"

Surjo whipped around and came face to face with a young kitsune kit. He studied the little fox as tears still trekked down his face. The kit was small and very young, appearing the human age of four, with long silver hair and tail and cute little fox ears perched on his head. (Just thinking about Inuyasha there for a sec, how Kawaii!! -yeah, I know Inuyasha isn't a fox, but still, kawaii) The kit also had wide golden eyes that glowed.

The little boy continued to talk to Surjo during his inspection, "Are you sad? Why are you sad?" Surjo could just stare at the young kitsune in disbelief. Where did he come from? And...why did he care?

While Surjo sat there gaping at the kit, the kit inspected Surjo. Surjo appeared the human age of ten with black hair that reached down to his shoulder blades and deep sapphire eyes that were very expressive. The little fox could see that this strange boy was hurt badly in some places, including that one of his bat-like wings looked broken. The kit said, "Can you talk? You look hurt, I can help you if you want." Surjo watched the little boy as he came over and sunk down to his knees in front of Surjo. The fox reached into his long silvery hair and took out a seed and made it grow until it became a small flowering shrub. He took some of the berries and some of the pollen, crushed it up and put it on the some leaves he had plucked. He then took the leaves and placed it over the wounds. He then took some vines that also came from the bush and tied it loosely around the leaves so they wouldn't move. This took some time, the whole while the two were silent. Surjo stopped his tears and watched the young kitsune bandage him up.

When he was done Surjo asked, "Wh-who are you?"

The young kit looked up with wide eyes and said, "My name's Youko Kurama, what's yours?"

"Surjo, my name's Surjo."

"Surjo? Why were you sad?" (Isn't this so cute? )

"I..."

"Did something bad happen?"

"Yes. Sniffle My village was destroyed, there's nobody left. I'm alone now."

"I'm sorry." And the little kit did look sad as he averted his eyes.

"What are you doing all the way out here Kurama? Where are your parents?"

"I live around here, kinda. What are parents?"

"You don't what parents are?" The little kit shook his head confusedly, silver hair swishing back and forth. "Parents are the people that take care of you, they are your family."

"Oh. I don't have one of those. I think I did once, but I don't remember it that well. Something bad happened and there were mean people. They weren't nice and were hurting some people that looked liked me only bigger until they stopped moving. Then they took some stuff and broke things. I've been here all by myself for a while. Were those people my parents?"

"It's possible..." Could Kurama have suffered the same thing I did? But he's younger than me! How could he live on his own for this long?

"Do you know why they stopped moving? I remember asking them to get up but they continued sleeping. Something happened and I tried finding them but I couldn't. Do you know what could have happened to them?"

The golden eyes glowed, asking for an answer. Surjo looked at the small fox with a mixture of sadness, shock, and disbelief. He didn't know what anything was, didn't even know what death was. Surjo just couldn't help but be shocked at the innocence of the little fox. How should he answer the kit? "Sometimes people just go to sleep, and they just don't wake up."

"They don't wake up? Why not?"

"They don't wake up, they just keeping sleeping, and they stay like that forever."

"Forever?" said the confused little fox, "What about us? What if I go to sleep tonight and never wake up? I don't want to never wake up again!"

Surjo grimaced. He was getting the poor fox upset when all the fox was doing was trying to cheer him up. "Don't worry, it won't happen to you for a really, really long time."

"Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay...Surjo? What's going to happen to you? Are you alone now too?"

"Yes, yes I am, I am alone now too." Then Surjo started to cry silently again.

"Surjo?...Surjo?" Then suddenly he found a mass of silver hair in front of his face as the young kit hugged him. Surjo was shocked. He wasn't used to this show of affection, of someone trying to comfort him. It was strange, but he liked it.

"Kurama? Wha...?"

"You're crying again. Please don't cry." Kurama said somewhere near his ear.

"I can't but help feel sad, I'm all alone now. Everyone I knew is gone..." Kurama pulled away from Surjo, then suddenly his face brightened up.

"Hey! We can be alone together!"

"Wha...?" Surjo said in shock. "Who would take care of us?"

"...We could take care of each other!"

"Take care of each other?" "Yup! You can come live with me!"

"Live with you?"

"...unless you don't want to..." Surjo saw the fox's ears droop slightly as he said this.

"You'd want me to?"

"Yeah! It'll be fun!" Kurama said as his ears perked up again, "We can have fun, and play all day, and be friends!"

"Friends?"

"Yup!!" Surjo continued to stare at the kit. This act of kindness was unheard of in the Makai. He then remembered that his father said he'd meet someone and that they'd take care of each other, and that he could be happy. He thought about it, and it made sense. The little youko didn't want to be alone, and he didn't want to be alone, they'd take care of each other.

"Ok, Kurama."

"Really?! You would?! Yay!"

"So we're friends?"

"Yup! We can be the bestest of friends!!" Surjo couldn't help but smile at the little fox's enthusiastic happy face. Suddenly he yawned, being very tired." "Surjo are you tired?"

"mm-hmm"

"Can you walk? I can take you back to my den..." Kurama helped Surjo get up and lead him back to the den so that he could recover.

YAY!! Well here it is peeps! I didn't want to post it today because there was so much more I wanted to add to this but it seemed like a good place to stop and I had the urge to post so here it is!! Tell me what you think!! All beings capable of typing a review please DO SO!! REVIEW!! Don't make me beg!! (puppy dog face) REVIEW FOR THE SAKE OF CHIBI YOUKO KURAMA!!!! (HE'S TOO CUTE TO BE DENIED!!)

All flames are gladly accepted as I can use them to set off my fireworks!! BOOM!