Hey my readers! At least, I think there are some. Aha. For those who enjoyed "Resurrection", you might love this one. However, This won't be a romance. I get tired of mushy stuff. Those who are new…err well, I warn you that I'm not completely sane.

Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this? People, if I did own the Yu Yu Hakusho crew I wouldn't be here wasting my time on writing fanfics. The only characters I own are the ones that I've created.

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Chapter 1: The Move

I glared at my so-called guardian. He was moving me to Japan for unknown reasons, which were pissing me off. I mean, how could he? I have a life here! And I should have a say on where I'm going. I sighed and flipped opened the mirror. I brushed out my pale pink hair. I also had hot pink eyes. I wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but I suppose you could say 'Easy on the eyes'. I'm a weirdo, but I'm gonna be seen as an outcast when I reach Japan. Why? Because I'm going to be the only black person there.

That's right, I'm black. Brown to be more precise, but my friends tell me I act like a white girl. Now, I'm gonna stick out like a sore thumb among the Asians. No offense, but I would like to stay where I'm at. Or where I was. Shaul, my guardian, had already dragged me onto the plane. It was midwinter so I was going to start school late. I took out my bag as the plane landed with a few bumps.

"We're here," Shaul said.

Really now? I was just gonna say that we have now landed on stranded Island. I studied him. He had a smile playing on his lips. His silver hair came down to his shoulders. Yes, another weirdo. Red eyes sparkled as the sun greeted him. His skin was pearl white. I guess that's why I act white. My real parents left me to an orphanage when I was three so I don't really remember much about them except for one memory that usually plays in my head while I sleep. I rolled my eyes at him.

"No kidding," I answered back. We went into the airport. Guess what? Some of our bags were missing. Shaul dragged me off to the luggage check place. Like hell, do you think I know the name? I barely pay attention as it is.

"Miss, we are missing some of our baggage," Shaul informed the girl. Her hair was a brown mess and her almost-black eyes were staring at us. All right buddy stop staring and start working with us here.

"Did your plane land yet?" She asked politely. She kept staring at us like we were a freak show. I frowned.

"No lady, we're here in spirit forms and we came to check our bags so we didn't die of worry," I snapped. Shaul nudged me with his elbows to warn me. I tried to remain silent for the rest of the afternoon.

"So where we staying?" Forget being quiet.

"In a nice house. I think you'll like it," He smiled. I snorted. That's what they all say. Watch it be haunted or something.

Shaul hailed a taxi. We arrived at the house in two hours. It was a comfortable looking house. Not at all creepy. It was blue. Do I have to describe more of it? Didn't think so. Though, red roses surrounded it.

"Look, there's our neighbors over there. Mrs. Minamono and her husband." Shaul's head bobbed to the left. Sure enough, a woman and a man stood at their doorway. The couple waved at us. They started heading toward our new house.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Anariel," Mrs. Minamono greeted.

"In the flesh," Shaul smiled and bowed back.

"I certainly hope so," I grunted. Shaul gave me 'the look'.

"And you must be Kari," She missed the 'l' in my name.

"No, I'm not. I'm Kali. Not Kari," I corrected her. She wore a frown.

"Kali, don't do that. They can't pronounce everything perfectly," Shaul scolded.

"I know, and I intend to have fun with that," I grinned devilishly. Shaul glared at me.

"Okay, I'll stop. It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Minamono. Please forgive my behavior. I tend to be in a bad mood when people randomly move me to another country," I said. I heard Shaul let out a long breath.

"Don't worry, he just has asthma," I grinned. I don't think my new neighbors were pleased with me. Shaul gave me the keys while he apologized to them. I emerged into the house without looking at them. Shaul soon joined me after they left.

"Can't you be more polite? I thought I taught you better than that," He mumbled.

"No. You still haven't told me why we're here," I growled.

"Business sweetheart. I have to keep my job otherwise I can't take care of you," He sighed.

"Don't give me that. I'm not falling for a guilt trip," I glared.

"Just go check out your room," Shaul ordered, "And by the way, they invited us over for dinner."

"You mean even after what I did. Wow, they must be desperate to know me. Or you. No one can resist a hottie when they see one." I laughed at his face.

"I want you on your best behavior young lady," Shaul scowled, "They have a son they want to introduce to you. Though, I don't think it would be a good idea."

"Aww, don't worry. I won't torture him. Unless he's cute. Then I have a different torture in mind." I continued to laugh at him. He was starting to turn red.

"Kali Anariel!" He shouted as I went up the stairs.

"Too late for that!" I yelled back. Now, don't get the wrong idea. We love each other to death, but we have our moments like any normal father and daughter relationship. Our belongings where beginning to come when the neighbors wanted us over. I wasn't even going to bother getting dolled up. Shaul rang the doorbell.

"Welcome, make yourselves at home," Mrs. Minamono said.

"Don't mind if I do," I grinned. I wanted to get on her nerves. I sat down on chair and put my feet up on the table. Shaul looked ready to murder me.

"Hello, you must be Kali." A young male voice said behind me. I jumped out of the chair and was greeted by a gorgeous redhead with green eyes.

"You can sit back down, but keep your feet on the ground please," He smiled, "My name is Shuichi."

"Right," I mumbled as I sat back down. I wasn't going to have a pleasant evening torturing his mom, or him for that matter. Shaul had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from laughing. Dinner was served, but I suggest you don't ask me what it was. Do I look Asian? No, so don't expect me to know anything. Shaul gave a small cough.

"So Shuichi, what school do you go to?" Shaul started to speak Japanese. I didn't understand so there's no way I got the answer. I just continued to eat. After we were done, we went home. Of course, not before thanking them.

"What were you two talking about?" I asked.

"He goes to the same school you do. He's two years older and he has a younger brother, who is spending the night at his friend's. He's single and probably doesn't want to date you," Shaul answered. I gave him a playful punch.

"Like I care. The guy can't even speak English. Besides, you're the one that told me his biography. I didn't wanna know," I glared.

"Sure you didn't. By the way, he does speak English. I just wanted to annoy you," Shaul smirked. I continued to glower at him until I reached my room. I started to put my stuff away in places where I thought they would belong. Shaul stepped into my room.

"You're invading my territory," I warned him.

"I know. I was just gonna say that you should prepare for tomorrow. School starts," He told me. I huffed in frustration.

"But I don't have a uniform. Well, actually that's a good thing. They must be disgusting." I shoved my posters into the cupboard.

"Go dress normally," He replied, "And that would mean no low cut stuff, or anything really revealing. I don't want you expelled on your first day of school."

I laughed. "Do you really think I would do that?"

"Yes."

"You know me too well," I smirked. Don't start judging me now. I don't wear that stuff to impress guys or get attention. I do it just because I hate clothes. They make me feel caged. It's weird, but I'm a weird person so it's still okay. Besides, most of the time I'm wearing black. That's right, a black girl gone punk. Or maybe Goth. Whatever. I sent my alarm clock and got into bed. With Pajamas on, mind you.

--- In the morning---

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. I slapped my clock.

"Shut up, you stupid thing!" I yelled.

Okay, so I'm not a morning person. I took a quick shower and started to pick out my clothes. A purple sweater, white jeans because all my other ones are washing, and black sneakers. I dabbed a light red lip-gloss on my lips and headed downstairs. I didn't have the time to eat breakfast. I was already late. So out the door I go. I practically flew down those streets, while reading the map, and crashing into a few people. I managed to get into my scheduled classroom on time. Miracle workers please raise your hands.

"Ah, I see that we have a new student today," The teacher said once she got into the classroom. The students laid their eyes on me.

"At least I don't have a blind teacher," I whispered to myself.

"Miss, please come up to the class." She took out some books. I sighed and got up from my chosen desk. I walked over to her.

"Please introduce yourself." She handed me the books.

"Umm.. hi. I'm Kali Anariel and I just came from the United States," I said. They all looked at me like I grew another head.

"In Japanese, if you please," She told me.

I snorted. Like I knew Japanese. The teacher rolled her eyes and did it for me. I bowed my head as my classmates finally stopped staring at me and sat back down. The class went on without any further delays, but I couldn't grasp anything.

So I just sat there doodling on my piece of paper. The next thing I know I'm standing outside holding two buckets of water. A girl was walking down the hall when she saw me and smirked. She had dark brown hair that reached her shoulders and violet eyes. She had very pale ivory skin. She stopped in front of me.

"What do you want?" I asked her.

"Yer a new student no doubt. Ah'm Zaira Esther. Ah'm from Ireland," She introduced herself. She didn't really have to tell me where she was from. Her accent is all that was needed.

"Yer not the only one here that's new though. There's another student from Greece, another from France, and another from Germany," Zaira said.

"Oh okay. Well at least I'm not the only one who can't speak Japanese," I mumbled.

"How did ye get out here?" Zaira questioned.

"I'm guessing because I wasn't paying attention in class. I couldn't help it. I didn't understand her, so I figured I should draw to keep myself busy," I explained. She chuckled.

"Maybe Sachiel will help ye with yer Japanese. She's the one from France. A bit of a crybaby, but she can speak the language," Zaira informed me, "Well, see ye later. Ah have to get back to class. Try to stay out of trouble."

I nodded as she left. The bell rang and I went off to a different class.

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Suntiger: Okay, before you decide to massacre me. Kali is not at all of what you think. She's not a whore, punk, Goth or a bitch.. though she could pass as a bitch. Umm.. what else was I gonna say? Oh yea! It's my first time writing a black character and using accents. So if anyone wants to help me with those, PLEASE DO! Another thing I wanted to mention again: THIS WON'T BE A ROMANCE! Now like I always do. I have name translations.

Kali Anariel- Dark goddess of the Sun

Shaul Anariel- Death of the Sun

Zaira Esther- Rose Star

I hope you will be kind enough, or in some cases not lazy, and please review me. Ciao!