-- Okay! This is my first story! I'm a little new to the whole story writing thing. But! That doesn't mean I want you to go easy on me! I except any flames you all want to dish out on me! I decided I wanted the first chapter to have a song-fic thing going on. Just because I had always thought (in my head at least) that 'Youth of the Nation' (by P.O.D.) Would be a really good song to use for my imagination of the first chapter! And I know this one might really suck ( of course-character and hopefully not the story)But, I had the other chapters done before this one and now I'm kinda burnt out on working on this first chapter.(So, don't judge the story until you at least read the second chapter!) Ano... and yes... I am putting an OC character in this story. Gomen. . . for that is all I have in my head. And for those of ya who are a little new at Japanese. I will put a list at the bottom, for what words mean what. If I put something down and you know I'm using it wrong... WELL! LET ME KNOW! Unless your one of those people who like watching people make a fool of themselves... then.. Well... sit back and watch the fun:)

I have made a few other characters as well... but they never pop up again... so don't worry!

Disclosure: I don't own any characters (except Kendra) from Yuyu Hakusho or from Inuyasha or any other anime/mange I might make a reference too! I don't own the song 'Youth of the Nation' and I don't have any connections to P.O.D! All I have is a Macaroni box with noodles in it... and I might not even have that for long... sense I need to eat... you know I need to eat right?

OH! And since this is my first story... I was wondering if anyone would like to read over it and see if there are any spelling mistakes. Of course with every new writer there will be a grammar or two errors. But, that I need to work on myself:)

And yes, the title to this story will not match this chapter. . . but it will become more clear why later on!! I promise!

Okay... I won't take up anymore time...

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- - - Chapter 1- - -

- - - - Youth of the Nation: Kendra Hayuyami - - - -

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The hospital rang with voices and beeps. The emergency doors opened and in wheeled two paramedics, pushing with them a blood soaked cot. A onna's body was strapped to the soaking cot. Upon coming in the two paramedics were joined with two nurses.

"How much more time?" Asked a female nurse, to the man behind her. "Well two shots... it's hard to tell," he answered as truthfully as he could muster.

Orange eyes watched the lights blur in and out blur above her. The paramedics heads would sometimes fade into her sight and then quickly pop away. The pain in her chest was all she could feel at this point. It seemed to her as if her whole body had gone dumb from the pain. Which had seemed to have gotten worse since getting into the ambulance.

A red head popped into her line of vision and lips started moving. She barely caught the words, "Now I just need you to tell me your name, alright?"

'Yeah,' her mind thought. She tried moving her lips a little. She found that they felt a little clumsy, but were working.

'My name is Hayuyami, Kendra,' She formed those words in her head before speaking them aloud. It took her a few tries to get the whole sentence out, but after a while the paramedic got all the he needed.

Black lines started to rim around her eye sight. 'I wish...' she started to think as voices cut through her train of thought.

"We're starting to lose her! Get her into surgery STATS!" A commanding voice yelled.

'I don't remember that voice. Oh well,' the black voided now started to completely consume her whole vision.

Before falling deeply into unconsciousness she finished her earlier thoughts, 'I wish I would have been a little more prepared for today. Stupid premonitions! Never warning me of my own life,' and with that thought, she slipped. Falling and crashing into a memory.

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Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known
Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye

"Are you leaving already?" the calm voice asked, just as she pasted the owner. She glanced over in the direction of it and saw her sensei. "Hai, Sesshoumaru-sensei. I'm already a little behind as it is," She answered the question, just as he moved to stand in front of her.

His silver/white hair gleamed brightly, even though the part of the hallway he stood in was completely dark, and melted gold eyes watched her. His kimono was the same as usual. White with red hexagons-flowers over the shoulders and on the tips of his sleeves. His hakama was completely white. Not a stain or mark dared ever touched them.


I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared

"Onna. . . you better not skip school again," a growl followed his 'simple' sentence. 'Ah, crap. How did he figure out,' she wonder wildly. 'The school wouldn't call. . . they could careless if I showed up. . . or. . . they would want me to get in trouble!' Silent flames of energy flared from her eyes.

"Yes, Ai. You school did call," he voiced her thoughts. Then watched with amusement when she seemed to suddenly become crestfallen.

"Gomen sensei," she bowed in front of him and then spoke once more, "Ano. . . I will go to school today. . . just for you!"

He blushed and turned his head away so she could not see. "Ano. . . Baka, go before I decide I should punish you by making you clean your room!" He had not meant to yell near the end of his sentence, but he saw that it had done the trick.

" Arigatou, sensei!" She yelled while skipping past him and then headed out the door. "I'll see you this afternoon!" And with that was making her way half way down the street.

Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school

Once a few blocks away the young girl stopped her jogging. 'Neh... that was close. I don't think I would live after cleaning my room!" She shook her head at the cruel thought of even taking a duster through there.(this sounds like my room)

She noticed that the crowded sidewalk was starting to gather around something. 'What could be this exciting?" she questioned herself.

"Ahh! O'negai! Help!" the small voice cried. At the sound of the startled voice Kendra was already pushing and shoving through the crowd.

But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a test I took two to the chest

Everything became a slight blur after that. She could remember finally getting to the other side of the crowd. And there on the ground sat a young girl, around 12 years, her brown hair was short and barely covered her frighten brown eyes. She had a different school uniform on then Kendra.

In front of her stood a boy. The boy was wearing the same uniform as Kendra. (Someone she might know now! avoids daggers Whatever happened to throwing tomatoes? suddenly ketchup bottles get thrown Never mind)


Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing

She could see his finger shaking against the trigger. The gun seemed to be shaking harder then the hand that held it.

With out a second thought, Kendra moved to stand in front of the girl.

And with that sudden move, the boy grew even more scared.

Everyone seemed to sense what was coming next. For some started to flee from the tension filled scene.


Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don't really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class

The boy pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. In quick recession of the other.

The first bullet hit right through Kendra's ribs and into her right lung. And the second bullet rammed itself into the rib right above the first shot.

The pain coursed through her body. Her knees gave out as the air in her lungs tried in vain to escape. The force of the air trying to leave and then her back crashing into the pavement, sent her body into a series of spaz attacks.

The sound of heavy footsteps and the drop of metal was the only hint that Kendra got, that the boy was leaving.

Those people who had started to run after the shots, stopped themselves and came back. Just to see the destruction the boy had made.

As her body seemed to settle and the air slowly started to come back into her left lung, she felt two small hands lift her head and lay it on a leg... maybe two. (I know what your thinking... Perverts!)

Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know it's because

"Hang in there, o'negai!" the girl who had yelled before, now pleaded to her. Kendra's eyes blinked slowly, this girl did not ever know her, yet here she sat on the brink of tears pleading for her to live. Then again. . . here laid Kendra. . . two bullets in her chest, for a girl she didn't know.

"Do you yume?" was the sudden question that popped out of no where. 'What does she mean?' Kendra wondered. As she went to ask, a clump of blood tried to force itself out of her throat. As she turned her head to cough the blood. . . she dreamed.

And what she dreamed of. . . was the boy.

There he sat. A few rows over and two seats up. He was in her applied math two class. Which he had never seemed to fit into. He was considered a genius. While the whole math class. . . was a class of 'dumb' arses, so to speak. He was only seventeen and was already in college with Kendra and these other losers, who were 22-24 years old. But, somehow he was placed in the applied math classes, that her sensei still believe that they shouldn't have!

chorus:
We are, We are, the youth of the nation

Everyone, for once not including Kendra, would pick on the poor guy. Calling him names and throwing paper wads at him. He never replied or said anything. . . except when they would pick on his love life.

He would always talk of a girl from another school that he was in love with and that was madly in love with him.At the first mention of her, he had only revealed that she was five years younger than him. This, of course, stirred more questions.


Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel

'That's right!' the thought floated through Kida's head. The one who was holding her was Suzuha!

'Suzuha loves me!' the boy had yelled when everyone started laughing. "Yeah, whatever. She loves that Johoma boy from her own school!"
They had screamed and jeered at him. She could remember the pained expression that had crossed his face when they brought up Johoma. It had only been two days ago.Now that she thought about it.


Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself

Kendra went into further thought about Suzuha. Everyone who knew her said that she was quite and never started fights or got into that much trouble. She, like everyone in the world, had one flaw.

She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces


Her flaw. . .was that she loved being in love. She may be known as quite. . . but she was also known as being a 'whore' She was always with a guy, hardly ever alone for more than a day or so.


Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better

When ever Kendra had heard of her and her family problems. She always assumed that maybe it was her father's lack of Ai. . . that led her to need 'love' from all the guys she was with. Though. From what the boys in math said, she hadn't been with another guy. . . since Johoma.

Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool

Johoma waswell As the love struck boy liked to put it, 'a nobody.' Nobody knew anything about. But, of course, there are exceptions for who knows what.

He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide

Young Suzuha seemed to know everything about him. How he tried so hard to fit in and how he just could not find that right tomodachi. Though he always consider Suzuha to be his best tomodachi. And even though he consider her close. The thought of just leaving this world and giving up all the pain... was always close on his mine.

It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then

It was just yesterday that the newspapers heading were flooded . . . with a boy no body knew.

You cross the line and there's no turning back
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat

He had used a gun his grandfather had left him. Seppuka was what the gun had been created for and that was what the gun had been used for.

chorus

Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don't take away the pain

A sharp pain hit Kendra's chest. Not hard or quick, but slow and easy. She opened her eyes to see that Suzuha was pressing a cloth to her chest. Blood covered the whole front of her uniform, well except for legs. Her legs were blood free. Not a stain or mark. Her chest constricted at the sudden thought of her sensei.

"Well?" Suzuha asked. Helping Kendra's thoughts scatter away from her sensei.

"Hai. . . Ore. . . yume," she gasped out the words between breaths and clots of blood. She was a little surprised to fine that she remember what she had been asked.And now she understood what the girl asked. This girl was no ordinary girl'She must not be ningen. . . like me and sensei!' (For the record, Kendra (in her own mind) thinks that psychics don't count as ningen)

That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leading the blind

Kendra felt the stab of excitement and fear cross through her. She had never met another youkai or psychic . She wasn't sure which one the girl could be. . . but she consider the fact the since she knew Kendra would have a dream. . . that she was psychic as she was. 'Not a youkai for sure then,' She gave herself a small chuckle.

The sound of sirens started to ring loudly in her ears. How did she not hear them coming. She turned her head slightly, just enough to see who might be coming out of the ambulance.
I guess that's the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody's got to know

There was two men. One with striking long blood red hair and mori colored eyes. He looked a little pale, tall for sure, and his body looked slim. The other had messy, short brown hair and piercing hazel eyes. He , unlike his companion, was short and stubby looking. They both were wearing the normal uniform for paramedics.

She watched as the red hair lifted her head and examined her pupils. While the hazel eyes one help Suzuha away from Kendra's body.

"Two to the right lung, it looks like." The red head turned to the other and both shared concerned looks.

"Better get her out of here then," the stubby one disappeared and popped back up with a stretcher.

"Shuichi help her lower half up and I'll get her legs," the one name, Shuichi nodded and placed one arm around her shoulder and the other under her lower back.

"Ore... can get up...," Kendra barely struggled to murmur as they laid her on the stretched.

" Well, we don't want to take the risk of you dying from straining just to get up now do we?" Shuichi asked, as he strapped her down.

He stared a few seconds at the wounds on her chest. They were deep and blood was flowing out of them rather slowing for a ningen. He glanced up at her. Only to see that she was watching him.

He gave her a trained smile and whispered, "Well little onna, I think your secret. . . will help you live."

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There's got to be more to life than this
There's got to be more to everything
I thought exists

Dazed. Hai. That was what she felt. Silence. That was what surrounded her. It had just been noisy though. How could that be? Her eyes felt glued together. But, even with that she found a way to open them. Bright. Hai. The room was very bright. And even as bright as it was. . . there was a shadow. . . leaning over her. She blinked. . . and blinked until she could make out that the shadow was actually a figure. A very familiar figure. Hai. She had seen this figure before.

"Konnichiwa, Daijoubu desu ka? " the soft voice whispered. At first, her thoughts led to her sensei. But, he was not as slim as this figure.

She lifted a hand and rubbed it against her eyes. Then slowly opened them again. Her eyes widen at the sight.

It was. . .

"Konnichiwa. . . Ore guess." she whispered back. . . to the red head who stood next to her bed.

chorus

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-------List-------

Hai-yes

sensei- teacher

onna-woman

Ai-love

gomen-sorry

ano-err...

baka-idiot

arigatou-thank you

o'negai-please

yume-dream

seppuka-suicide

ore- I

ningen-human

youkai- demon

mori-forest

konnichiwa-hello(or welcome)

Daijoubu desu ka?- Are you alright?

- -Next Chapter: Paramedic and Dancer?: Kurama- -