Broken Angel: Hiya! Well, I've been writing only GW fics lately so I
thought I'd write a YYH.
Mysterious Person: Hi! I'm Baka!
BA: *whispers* Drunken parents
Baka: Yep! (
BA: *o_o Please just say the disclaimer.
B: Broken Angel Doesn't own GW.
BA: Wrong Disclaimer.
B: Huh? Oh! Woops! Broken Angel doesn't own YYH.
BA: *Starts laughing uncontrollably*
B: You really understand the humor in her laughter unless you've read
the beginning authors notes in Ch. 2 of Broken Angel's fic: An
Angel's Game. Hehe *:) On with the story.er.prologue.eh.explaining
Iaya's past.eh.hehe.Just read. Oh and this (*Text*) is an authors
note. *Looks at Broken Angel* She needs a different therapist.
*~*~*
Hi, I'm Iaya. Before you read this story, I'm just going to give you a little wrap up of my past (if you can call it that) of my past so you won't be as confused. Though you might end up even more so.
I'm Yuske Urameshi's twin sister. Yes, you read correctly, twin sister. I may not look the part, with my straight, shoulder length brown/black hair, or my pale paper-white skin, or my unusually colored eyes. (*They are navy blue and fade to a sky blue in the middle, no pupil b/c she's blind, or she's blind b/c she has no pupil.*) As you should be able to see, I'm blind. The reason is because I no longer have the pupils of my eyes. (*Didn't I just say that in less words?) I can hear you, you know. So if you would let me tell my story. (*Sorry*)
When Yuske and I were 3, I started having headaches. Back then I could see. The headaches were so intense and often, our mother took me to a doctor, he recommended us to several other doctors, and they all took a lot of tests, and put many needles to me. After those tests when I was 3½ I was diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder, it apparently only showed up in twins that were born like Yuske and I, non-identical m/f twins. It caused certain cells in my eyes to be programmed to mutate/die.
There was only one "cure" for it, and it was in America, and even if I went there, it wasn't guaranteed. At the time we had family in America, our mother's parents, Yuske and mine's Grandparents. So in order to receive the treatment I was sent to live with them. I left Japan as a little girl with rosy pink skin and my sight. After the treatment, my skin turned a pale snow white, and I can no longer see as you do. The treatment didn't work. Hence I was lost in a dark abyss, by myself, where people could hear me scream or cry, if I chose to do so; but through out my frustrations and my sadness at the loss of my sight, I didn't cry once. I know this doesn't sound like a 4 year old, but since Yuske always chose to be childish, I guess I was the one chosen to be responsible.
After the loss of my sight, because the other children didn't understand, I became what a friend of mine, who will be introduced later, calls me, a piece of cold lonely ice among friendly fires, that refuses to be melted.
I stayed with my grandparents and studied and studied, except for eating and sleeping that was all I did. I never let myself try to have fun. I never let anyone try to help my loneliness.
After I lost my sight, I did not dream, all day and night, I stared into a dark abyss. But, by either a miracle or a curse, I started dreaming when I was 6. Beautiful dreams of colorful flowers in meadows, and lush green forests, and multi-colored skies; dark nightmares where every form of pain and despair and death had it's own shade of back, dark blue, and red. A year later I started to see color when people tried to talk to me. I later deducted that this was a way for me to tell the lies from the truth, whether they were speaking an ebony lie or a ivory truth, whether an apology was truly blue sincerity, or laced with sick-yellow mockery. I found that each color and shade stands for one thing or another, sometimes mixed. My abilities kept progressing, and each day after I was done with my studies, in order to keep them under control, I would take to my room to practice that control, to harness my powers. My grandparents tried to force me out of my chosen loneliness, but I just used their words to harness my strange abilities, finding their words truly blue with sincerity, but laced with a sick-pale-green self-interest, apparently the neighbors had been talking. When I was 8, it progressed to a more of an empathic ability, I could tell whether the people around me were a blinding red mad, or a pink n' pretty happy. If they wished me blood red harm, or whether they wished me a healthy green.
Eventually, I finally was able to hear and/or see peoples thoughts, a few months before I was 9, if I wished. Though the ability can really help me, I rarely use it. I had mastered this when I was 10.
A month after I mastered it, someone appeared. His name was Kelonta; he was a brown and white kitsune, 3,000 years old, 75 in human years, though he didn't look the part. King Yanma sent him to train me. So then, at night, I would sneak out my bedroom window, with his help until he taught me to see with my ears, to train with him.
When I was 12, Kelonta told me, no, ordered me to make a friend. "Someone with something to live for is far more likely to succeed than someone who does not," is what he said. To my luck, someone new moved in next door the next day. It was hard for me to adjust to having a friend; but I think even if I told Krysta to go away, she would just ask me what's wrong and, whether I answered or not, give me a hug, that's what she always does when I seem disgruntled. That's probably why I call her my hikari. When she is near, I see innocent and beautiful light colors. Just seeing them brings a smile to my face.
A month after, Kelonta had me introduce them. Krysta jumped on his back and started playing with his ears when he took his hat off, 30-minutes into the introduction. He never forgave her for that. But then, after that they BOTH started trying to work on my social skills, to this day I am still wondering what I did to deserve that.
Two weeks after I had finished the extent of training I could have in this human world, Yanma gave me my first mission, along with a spirit egg to keep safe, as what was called a Dimensional Detective, DD for short. I know you thought it was Spirit Detective (SD), but I'm guessing you also thought that there was only one demon world, one human world, and one spirit world. WRONG!!! There are thousands of each, some are even a combination of two or all three. Anyways, I was being sent to Kelonta's home world, Vulpes. Vulpes is a world mostly inhabited by kitsunes, its governmental systems are quite interesting, but I won't go into that now. He was happy about that, since for 20 missions at least, he had to stay with me. The mission was mainly routine, a demon without authorization had snuck into the world according to the reports, she wasn't causing trouble just being annoying. The reports were the understatement of the millennia.
Her name was Baka Jaigoku. Idiot hell. She was a lightning demon from one of the many other demon worlds. Word is that Baka's parents were drunkards so that explains the name. We brought her out of the world, but then she followed me, and wouldn't leave me alone, she went with me on all my missions so often she was given the title of DD as well, she eventually became my ally and friend, she's the one who called me an ice cube amongst flames.
For two more missions it was pretty much just routine. My fourth wan was routine except for one fact: the demons kidnapped Krysta. Naturally they were a bunch of Ba-eh-id-er-Blockheads. They were easy to outsmart and take down.
Yanma then decided we: Kelonta, Baka, and I; could take a vacation, with Krysta tagging along. We decided to go to Vulpes; we had to keep an eye(ear for me) on Baka though. In the start of the vacation my spirit egg hatched into a cute but mischievous fox-like spirit beast. Her main color was a dark black w/ blue tint, and a silvery snowy white on her snout, chest, paws, and the tips of her 5 tails, she had a pink nose, and pink inner ears, and green eyes with blue specks, according to Baka (Obviously she likes to describe things.). I decided to name him Celer, Latin for quick (Latin is still a big language in Vulpes). A week after that I found I could see through Celer's eyes. She was able to give me the ability to see. I am still grateful for that even though I don't use this new ability that often. A little after that, Baka, not knowing the local native plant- life like Kelonta did, gave me a fruit that had never been given to humans from my human world, for now obvious reasons.
The fruit painfully gave me a second strand of DNA coding. It turned me into a human that could change from human to demon and vice versa. What kind of demon you ask? Why the local demon of coarse, a fox demon or in what I usually call them Kitsunes. Unfortunately or fortunately, I don't know which to say, I was silver in my demon form. Silver kitsunes in most kitsune oriented demon worlds, were, and still are, revered in a god like status. So now I have several kitsune cults praying to me, and religions based on me (good for human-demon relations, bad for me), and several and several individual kitsunes have taken to following me through out the worlds, in search for my praise, or my council, or some to simply serve me(as I said before bad for me, I like my privacy.).
But Kelonta was happy about it, not only was I silver, so not only was he able to send me to one of the DT worlds (these worlds have a different time from ours, you can be there for several hundred years as I was, and in our world, not even a minute will have passed. Vulpes is one of these worlds.) for a "proper education" but he was now able to teach me all of his knowledge passed down from kitsune to kitsune in his family. (He had a family, but they were killed in an inter-dimensional war.) He also made sure that I was taught by specialized teachers to make sure I was given an education fitting for the god-like status that some of the kitsune worlds had given me.
At the end of the vacation Baka and Krista were so jealous of me and Celer that they nearly drove Yanma willingly to his grave with their pleas for a spirit egg of they're own to hatch. Those eggs hatched about 3 months after my 13th birthday, nearly born on the same day. Fulguris, Baka's spirit beast, was born before midnight, and Parvus, was born after midnight. Fulguris looks like a blue footstool with eyes and a lightning bolt sticking out of its front end. Parvus looks like a mutated chicken, it's head and its body are the same, whoever said some people think with their stomachs must have been thinking of Parvus. (*In Latin fulguris means lightning, and parvus means small.*)
When I was fourteen, I went on the last mission Kelonta was required to help me on.
It was supposed to be a routine mission. But one thing went wrong. I told him to stay, I told him I could take care of myself.
He never returned from that mission.
The person responsible is still alive. Since then I haven't taken on another one of Yanma's missions. I've just been looking for HIM. And I nearly caught him.
It didn't help Yanma's pleas for me to become a DD, again, when HE killed my grandparents, on the anniversary of Kelonta's death. It took a lot of cleaning up by Yanma and co. to clean that up.
Your world, my home world, thinks they died in a car crash, they didn't. Truth is after their deaths, their was barely enough of them left to fit in a teaspoon.
Anyways since they were not in America anymore, and I had no one else that could be my guardian, I moved back home to find that my brother is an SD. I was not too pleased about that, I'm still not pleased about it, I'd already lost the only true father figure I'd ever had, as well as my grandparents. I didn't want to loose him to. I've talked to Yanma and his son Koenma, but they say he can take care of himself. I wasn't so sure, still not. I', still staying around and keep an eye on him and mother; that was the plan in the first place, only it's a little more difficult than planed. Yanma, since I was a DD, had had a few of his people "convince" Krista's parents to move to Japan, they only lived a few houses away.
I'm about 34,000 now, all I just told you happened when I was 600 (DT time). I would be trying to forget about my past, but it's become too much of me. I recall something that Baka said about me when we finally split paths, her to her final resting place, me to keep on living: "You may have tears that are invisible to the world, but you look past the darkness they cause for you. You're so strong to do that. I wish more people could be like that. I wish they could do that. Then maybe there wouldn't be so many scars on peoples souls and hearts. Maybe then, there would be." She wasn't able to finish. But I know that it was something good. And even though I detest having the large title I have come to have I will use it to try and get that good thing. Baka might have been a baka at times, but she had a good head, and a good heart
This is a part of my story from when I was 15 on for a bit. Maybe I'll even give you the whole story from 15 on.
"You never know what's coming. You just have to brave what ever storm comes your way."
-Baka Jaigoku
*~*~*
Broken Angel: Well, that tuned out better than I expected. And
longer than I expected, HAND CRAMP!!!
Baka: What do you mean! According to this I die!!!
BA: Yeah, but, That won't be for a very long time. Plus look at all
the nice comments you will/have made.
B: Well I guess it's alright.
BA: Well, people please review. And if you want something concerning
Baka's past. Just say so in a review! Please review! Please!
Please! Pretty please!
thought I'd write a YYH.
Mysterious Person: Hi! I'm Baka!
BA: *whispers* Drunken parents
Baka: Yep! (
BA: *o_o Please just say the disclaimer.
B: Broken Angel Doesn't own GW.
BA: Wrong Disclaimer.
B: Huh? Oh! Woops! Broken Angel doesn't own YYH.
BA: *Starts laughing uncontrollably*
B: You really understand the humor in her laughter unless you've read
the beginning authors notes in Ch. 2 of Broken Angel's fic: An
Angel's Game. Hehe *:) On with the story.er.prologue.eh.explaining
Iaya's past.eh.hehe.Just read. Oh and this (*Text*) is an authors
note. *Looks at Broken Angel* She needs a different therapist.
*~*~*
Hi, I'm Iaya. Before you read this story, I'm just going to give you a little wrap up of my past (if you can call it that) of my past so you won't be as confused. Though you might end up even more so.
I'm Yuske Urameshi's twin sister. Yes, you read correctly, twin sister. I may not look the part, with my straight, shoulder length brown/black hair, or my pale paper-white skin, or my unusually colored eyes. (*They are navy blue and fade to a sky blue in the middle, no pupil b/c she's blind, or she's blind b/c she has no pupil.*) As you should be able to see, I'm blind. The reason is because I no longer have the pupils of my eyes. (*Didn't I just say that in less words?) I can hear you, you know. So if you would let me tell my story. (*Sorry*)
When Yuske and I were 3, I started having headaches. Back then I could see. The headaches were so intense and often, our mother took me to a doctor, he recommended us to several other doctors, and they all took a lot of tests, and put many needles to me. After those tests when I was 3½ I was diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder, it apparently only showed up in twins that were born like Yuske and I, non-identical m/f twins. It caused certain cells in my eyes to be programmed to mutate/die.
There was only one "cure" for it, and it was in America, and even if I went there, it wasn't guaranteed. At the time we had family in America, our mother's parents, Yuske and mine's Grandparents. So in order to receive the treatment I was sent to live with them. I left Japan as a little girl with rosy pink skin and my sight. After the treatment, my skin turned a pale snow white, and I can no longer see as you do. The treatment didn't work. Hence I was lost in a dark abyss, by myself, where people could hear me scream or cry, if I chose to do so; but through out my frustrations and my sadness at the loss of my sight, I didn't cry once. I know this doesn't sound like a 4 year old, but since Yuske always chose to be childish, I guess I was the one chosen to be responsible.
After the loss of my sight, because the other children didn't understand, I became what a friend of mine, who will be introduced later, calls me, a piece of cold lonely ice among friendly fires, that refuses to be melted.
I stayed with my grandparents and studied and studied, except for eating and sleeping that was all I did. I never let myself try to have fun. I never let anyone try to help my loneliness.
After I lost my sight, I did not dream, all day and night, I stared into a dark abyss. But, by either a miracle or a curse, I started dreaming when I was 6. Beautiful dreams of colorful flowers in meadows, and lush green forests, and multi-colored skies; dark nightmares where every form of pain and despair and death had it's own shade of back, dark blue, and red. A year later I started to see color when people tried to talk to me. I later deducted that this was a way for me to tell the lies from the truth, whether they were speaking an ebony lie or a ivory truth, whether an apology was truly blue sincerity, or laced with sick-yellow mockery. I found that each color and shade stands for one thing or another, sometimes mixed. My abilities kept progressing, and each day after I was done with my studies, in order to keep them under control, I would take to my room to practice that control, to harness my powers. My grandparents tried to force me out of my chosen loneliness, but I just used their words to harness my strange abilities, finding their words truly blue with sincerity, but laced with a sick-pale-green self-interest, apparently the neighbors had been talking. When I was 8, it progressed to a more of an empathic ability, I could tell whether the people around me were a blinding red mad, or a pink n' pretty happy. If they wished me blood red harm, or whether they wished me a healthy green.
Eventually, I finally was able to hear and/or see peoples thoughts, a few months before I was 9, if I wished. Though the ability can really help me, I rarely use it. I had mastered this when I was 10.
A month after I mastered it, someone appeared. His name was Kelonta; he was a brown and white kitsune, 3,000 years old, 75 in human years, though he didn't look the part. King Yanma sent him to train me. So then, at night, I would sneak out my bedroom window, with his help until he taught me to see with my ears, to train with him.
When I was 12, Kelonta told me, no, ordered me to make a friend. "Someone with something to live for is far more likely to succeed than someone who does not," is what he said. To my luck, someone new moved in next door the next day. It was hard for me to adjust to having a friend; but I think even if I told Krysta to go away, she would just ask me what's wrong and, whether I answered or not, give me a hug, that's what she always does when I seem disgruntled. That's probably why I call her my hikari. When she is near, I see innocent and beautiful light colors. Just seeing them brings a smile to my face.
A month after, Kelonta had me introduce them. Krysta jumped on his back and started playing with his ears when he took his hat off, 30-minutes into the introduction. He never forgave her for that. But then, after that they BOTH started trying to work on my social skills, to this day I am still wondering what I did to deserve that.
Two weeks after I had finished the extent of training I could have in this human world, Yanma gave me my first mission, along with a spirit egg to keep safe, as what was called a Dimensional Detective, DD for short. I know you thought it was Spirit Detective (SD), but I'm guessing you also thought that there was only one demon world, one human world, and one spirit world. WRONG!!! There are thousands of each, some are even a combination of two or all three. Anyways, I was being sent to Kelonta's home world, Vulpes. Vulpes is a world mostly inhabited by kitsunes, its governmental systems are quite interesting, but I won't go into that now. He was happy about that, since for 20 missions at least, he had to stay with me. The mission was mainly routine, a demon without authorization had snuck into the world according to the reports, she wasn't causing trouble just being annoying. The reports were the understatement of the millennia.
Her name was Baka Jaigoku. Idiot hell. She was a lightning demon from one of the many other demon worlds. Word is that Baka's parents were drunkards so that explains the name. We brought her out of the world, but then she followed me, and wouldn't leave me alone, she went with me on all my missions so often she was given the title of DD as well, she eventually became my ally and friend, she's the one who called me an ice cube amongst flames.
For two more missions it was pretty much just routine. My fourth wan was routine except for one fact: the demons kidnapped Krysta. Naturally they were a bunch of Ba-eh-id-er-Blockheads. They were easy to outsmart and take down.
Yanma then decided we: Kelonta, Baka, and I; could take a vacation, with Krysta tagging along. We decided to go to Vulpes; we had to keep an eye(ear for me) on Baka though. In the start of the vacation my spirit egg hatched into a cute but mischievous fox-like spirit beast. Her main color was a dark black w/ blue tint, and a silvery snowy white on her snout, chest, paws, and the tips of her 5 tails, she had a pink nose, and pink inner ears, and green eyes with blue specks, according to Baka (Obviously she likes to describe things.). I decided to name him Celer, Latin for quick (Latin is still a big language in Vulpes). A week after that I found I could see through Celer's eyes. She was able to give me the ability to see. I am still grateful for that even though I don't use this new ability that often. A little after that, Baka, not knowing the local native plant- life like Kelonta did, gave me a fruit that had never been given to humans from my human world, for now obvious reasons.
The fruit painfully gave me a second strand of DNA coding. It turned me into a human that could change from human to demon and vice versa. What kind of demon you ask? Why the local demon of coarse, a fox demon or in what I usually call them Kitsunes. Unfortunately or fortunately, I don't know which to say, I was silver in my demon form. Silver kitsunes in most kitsune oriented demon worlds, were, and still are, revered in a god like status. So now I have several kitsune cults praying to me, and religions based on me (good for human-demon relations, bad for me), and several and several individual kitsunes have taken to following me through out the worlds, in search for my praise, or my council, or some to simply serve me(as I said before bad for me, I like my privacy.).
But Kelonta was happy about it, not only was I silver, so not only was he able to send me to one of the DT worlds (these worlds have a different time from ours, you can be there for several hundred years as I was, and in our world, not even a minute will have passed. Vulpes is one of these worlds.) for a "proper education" but he was now able to teach me all of his knowledge passed down from kitsune to kitsune in his family. (He had a family, but they were killed in an inter-dimensional war.) He also made sure that I was taught by specialized teachers to make sure I was given an education fitting for the god-like status that some of the kitsune worlds had given me.
At the end of the vacation Baka and Krista were so jealous of me and Celer that they nearly drove Yanma willingly to his grave with their pleas for a spirit egg of they're own to hatch. Those eggs hatched about 3 months after my 13th birthday, nearly born on the same day. Fulguris, Baka's spirit beast, was born before midnight, and Parvus, was born after midnight. Fulguris looks like a blue footstool with eyes and a lightning bolt sticking out of its front end. Parvus looks like a mutated chicken, it's head and its body are the same, whoever said some people think with their stomachs must have been thinking of Parvus. (*In Latin fulguris means lightning, and parvus means small.*)
When I was fourteen, I went on the last mission Kelonta was required to help me on.
It was supposed to be a routine mission. But one thing went wrong. I told him to stay, I told him I could take care of myself.
He never returned from that mission.
The person responsible is still alive. Since then I haven't taken on another one of Yanma's missions. I've just been looking for HIM. And I nearly caught him.
It didn't help Yanma's pleas for me to become a DD, again, when HE killed my grandparents, on the anniversary of Kelonta's death. It took a lot of cleaning up by Yanma and co. to clean that up.
Your world, my home world, thinks they died in a car crash, they didn't. Truth is after their deaths, their was barely enough of them left to fit in a teaspoon.
Anyways since they were not in America anymore, and I had no one else that could be my guardian, I moved back home to find that my brother is an SD. I was not too pleased about that, I'm still not pleased about it, I'd already lost the only true father figure I'd ever had, as well as my grandparents. I didn't want to loose him to. I've talked to Yanma and his son Koenma, but they say he can take care of himself. I wasn't so sure, still not. I', still staying around and keep an eye on him and mother; that was the plan in the first place, only it's a little more difficult than planed. Yanma, since I was a DD, had had a few of his people "convince" Krista's parents to move to Japan, they only lived a few houses away.
I'm about 34,000 now, all I just told you happened when I was 600 (DT time). I would be trying to forget about my past, but it's become too much of me. I recall something that Baka said about me when we finally split paths, her to her final resting place, me to keep on living: "You may have tears that are invisible to the world, but you look past the darkness they cause for you. You're so strong to do that. I wish more people could be like that. I wish they could do that. Then maybe there wouldn't be so many scars on peoples souls and hearts. Maybe then, there would be." She wasn't able to finish. But I know that it was something good. And even though I detest having the large title I have come to have I will use it to try and get that good thing. Baka might have been a baka at times, but she had a good head, and a good heart
This is a part of my story from when I was 15 on for a bit. Maybe I'll even give you the whole story from 15 on.
"You never know what's coming. You just have to brave what ever storm comes your way."
-Baka Jaigoku
*~*~*
Broken Angel: Well, that tuned out better than I expected. And
longer than I expected, HAND CRAMP!!!
Baka: What do you mean! According to this I die!!!
BA: Yeah, but, That won't be for a very long time. Plus look at all
the nice comments you will/have made.
B: Well I guess it's alright.
BA: Well, people please review. And if you want something concerning
Baka's past. Just say so in a review! Please review! Please!
Please! Pretty please!