Note: This is a rewrite, which I am doing to most of my stories, until ideas decide to kick me in the ass and say "Hey! Listen to me! I know what we have to do!"
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, just my own characters.
Prelude
"Yusuke... No!" I heard myself yell as the world slowed before my eyes as I ran towards my brother. Yet I was deafened by the screeching of tires, the gasps of the bystanders as they flocked the area and the loud sound of a body being hit as my brother tumbled to the ground unmoving and the kid he saved crying a few feet away.
The moment I reached my brother, I couldn't help but shake him, trying to get him to move or twitch or something. The more time that passed that he didn't move, the more I started shaking him harder, tears running unceremoniously down my face as I repeated my brother's name over and over. By the time the paramedics arrived onto the scene, I was leaning over my brother; tears staining his green school uniform.
"Kid, let him go and let us take care of this." One of the paramedics stated, placing a hand on my shoulder before carefully pulling me way from my brother's body. I resisted them, shrugging the hand off my shoulder as I gripped my brother's body tighter, digging my fingers into his shirt as the paramedics started pulling me away more forcefully.
"Stop it!" I couldn't help but screech, my voice thickly laced with tears as I buried my head into my brother's chest, "You can't take me away from my brother!" I cried out as I threw the paramedic off me, though I knew it wasn't worth the energy I was wasting, trying to hold onto my brother.
My name is Kimora Urameshi; I'm fourteen years old and the younger twin sister of Yusuke Urameshi. My brother and I shared the same black hair, but where he wore his slicked back with gel, I wore mine in a ponytail as it rested at my waist. While my brother had brown eyes, I had dark purple ones and stood the exact same height as he did. Our skin was lightly tanned since we spent most of our time outdoors instead of spending time inside, unless it was at the arcade.
My brother and I were raised by our single mother, Atsuko Urameshi; we never knew our father, for he had never been part of our lives and our mother never spoke about him to us. This caused my brother and I to learn how to take care of ourselves the hard way as our mother wasn't exactly the perfect parental role model. In most cases, my brother and I were inseparable from one another. When we were growing up, my brother and I only had each other to rely on, which was why the bond we shared was so strong. In fact, I always knew when Yusuke was planning to skip school, or when he was going to get himself into some trouble. My brother and I went to different schools; he went to a regular middle school that was close to our home, while I went to Meiou High School. Despite the fact that I was a year younger than my classmates, I was seated in the top five of my year, grade wise.
This was why I couldn't allow myself to be separated from my brother's body. Without him, I felt empty, like half of me had ripped away; I lived for my brother for he was a source of my strength. All I could do now was cling to my brother as the paramedics tried to move me away, but I already knew what they were going to say.
My brother was dead.