Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.

My name is Kia Kuwabura.

For as long as I can remember I've been treated like a fragile china doll. I was diagnosed with hemophilia when I was barely a year old and from that point on that was all people saw. A sick little girl who needed protection.

I'm not looking for pity, I've had plenty of that. I just want people to see me, the real me.

I was in and out of hospitals a lot, never anything serious, mostly just blood transfusions and as you can imagine, my condition was very costly, to say the least.

My family started to fall behind on bills and hospital payments, my mother took a well paying job over seas, and my father, who wasn't around much anyway, started slowly disappearing. He sent money and gifts, though rarely delivering them in person. I think seeing me so sick, tore him apart inside. By that time my older sister, Shizuru, who was 14 at the time, began single handedly raising me and my older brother, Kazuma, eventually leading her to drop out of school 2 years later.

As soon as my mother believed I was old enough, she put me on the liver transplant list. It was the only sure cure, but it came with risks, but the decision was never mine. The estimated waiting time: 5-10 years.

For her, it was a way out, a way to put our family back together.

Shizuru started to act out shortly after she dropped out. Nothing too bad, just smoking and the occasional party.

That all changed, the partying anyway, the day I nearly lost life and when I met the people that would change me forever.

Nearly a year ago, Shizuru went a party with some friends, leaving me in the care of Kazuma.

Because of my desease, I couldn't play sports, it was dangerous. I could "hit my head" or "get cut and bleed out." Not that it mattered to me, I never really liked sports, other than boxing, which I watched often with Shizuru and Kazuma, and that was definitely out of the question. So Kazuma and I played video games instead, as always, and as always I was kicking his ass.

"Best 2 out of 3!" he whined.

"Sorry, but im the winner!" I exclaimed, sicking my tongue out, "Now I get to do a victory dance!"

[Sweat drop]

"Is that really necessary, Kia?" Kazuma asked.

"Yes," I said, poking him in the nose.

I climbed up on the couch and stared my victory dance ignoring Kazuma's protests that standing on the couch was dangerous.

He was right.

It seemed everything after that happened in slow motion.

My heel went behind the couch cushion, pushing it off in to the floor.

I lost my balance.

Kazuma jumped from his seat on the floor.

But it was too late.

My head hit the wall, not very hard, but it didn't have to be.

Everything went black and he last thing I heard was my brother screaming my name.

I was in and out from there.

Shaking.

Sweating.

My brother crying.

A flash light.

Then nothing, just blackness. I remembered bits and pieces of people talking to me. But mostly floating and confusion.

This is my first chapter sooo what do you think? And those of you who don't remember Kuwabura's given name is Kazuma. Usually his family, for obvious reasons, and Yukina call him that.