Seeing Things


Summary: Her name was Jo. She was your ordinary, every day girl who has just moved to Japan from America. But she isn't all what she seems. Things seem to take a nose dive for her, after she meets someone who is completly abnormal. And how does the Yu Yu Gang meet up with her?

Disclaimer: YYH does not belong to me. Because I say so.

Yes, I feel kinda bad for starting a whole new story without finishing my other one, but I've got a short attention span.
But… I did, so… I'm bad. XP
I put the other story on hiatus, for I have gotten writer's block on that one. XP
Anyway, enjoy… I guess. XD

Again It Starts

"So, how do you like our new house?" My father asked, beaming, "Of course it's only rented, and we agreed we might have to move out at any moment… But… It's nice, no?"

I looked around the house. I was rather pissed, for moving, but my father had just remarried after my mother died 6 years ago, and he looked really in love with his new wife. "Yes, Dad. It's not too shabby for me…" I replied back, not wanting to make him feel guilty or anything.

My new stepmother entered the house, grabbing my father's hands. "I know. My friend knows the woman who owes this house, and now me and my friend's friend are friends!" She said excitedly.

If I was living in an anime, I would have sweat dropped, and my eyes would have turned into thick little lines. My new 'mother' was rather hyper for a forty year old, but even I have to agree, she was a responsible, and fair mother, and was rather pretty.

"That's real interesting…" I mumbled, wanting to be polite and sarcastic at the same time, which does not make a good mix.

No one noticed though, my father and stepmother looked really peaceful just standing there, in the middle of 'our' new living room. Rolling my eyes, I started to wander around my new house.

Starting my way upstairs, I noticed some framed pictures on the wall besides the stairs. Most of them were with; I'm guessing, my stepmother's new friend, and a long, red haired boy.

Hm… That boy's kinda cute.

Wait…

I suddenly stopped, and went back to gazing at the pictures. Red hair? Long red hair? Long red hair and emerald green eyes? Emerald green eyes that sparkled with mystery?

Wow

Oh my gosh, I wonder where he gets his colored hair, and his eyes. I mean, his mother, I'm guessing, has brown hair, and brown eyes. She looks pretty in a plain way, while he is like, what my friend would call, a 'hottie.'

Well, let's get on with my private tour of my new house, shall we?

As I got to the second story, I went into the nearest room. Opening the door, I was surprised to see someone still in there, packing, or something.

"Oh my gosh, sorry. I didn't know anybody would still be here…" I said, my voice trailing off in surprise as the other person turned around.

It was the boy from the pictures on the wall. But he… changed or something. His skin was a pasty white, and his hair had lost it's 'I'm-so-soft-and-shiny-look'. Not to mention, his emerald green eyes no longer sparkled, and now had a rather dull look.

He blinked at me, and then I remember I was still speaking English. "Oh… You probably don't speak English…" I said, and then rolled my eyes, for I had just spoke English again, and had stated the obvious.

Good job, crap-butt. Nice impression you're going to have on him.

Switching to my, really bad, accented Japanese, I apologized, and moved towards the door, not feeling really comfortable.

"Oh no, it's okay. I was just… Checking if I missed anything." He mumbled, picking a single box that lay at his feet.

Once again, I was surprised. I imagined his voice to, you know; sound really soft, and sweet. Not devoid of emotion or anything, but… I guess I was just really bad at reading people from their photographs.

"Oh… Okay." I replied back, "So…"

My voice trailed off, once more. I was really bad at holding conversations with people I barely know, and my 'being-shy-because-I-was-speaking-really-bad-Japanese', didn't help either.

"Yes, well… It was nice meeting you…" He mumbled again, in that emotionless voice of his.

"Yeah… Same here…" I replied, and then mumbled, "I guess…"

Without another word, he moved towards the doorway, and I moved out of the way. Stepping down the stairs, I shrugged, gazing confused at his back, before slamming the door shut, because I had the sudden urge to.

I sighed, as I looked around the bare room, now that the other boy had left, with his boxes and stuff.

"This is where my desk should go… And my computer will be on top of my desk… And my desk will have a lot of cabinets…" I mumbled to myself, trying to set up my new room as my old room had been. "And the bed will be…" I looked down at this rather dusty square on the floor, with little pieces of lint in the square, "Covering that dusty crap."

Sighing, I walked towards the window, and my eyes lit up in delight, as I saw a perfect climbing tree outside, with a perfect branch for sitting on right outside my window. "I think I can reach it from the window too…" I muttered out loud, a smile creeping on towards my face, "Of course I'll try it at night. I don't want anyone to notice anything… Or something along those lines…"

My eyes wandered from the tree, towards the street. It was around noon-ish or so, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

Wow, I almost sound like that perky weather girl, with the really short skirt, that I completely loathe.

But anyway, I shook my head, trying to get her perky, 'it-looks-like-there's-a-smile-permantly-sewn-on-her-face' weather girl out of my head, I spotted a figure.

I couldn't tell if it was a male or female because of my distance to this person, but I could faintly see the figure. He, or she, wore all black, and looked rather short.

But what did I know? I was far away from he, or she, how should I know if he, or she was short?

I think, I think, the figure had some sort of bandana where his or her forehead should be. And I also think, I saw gravity defying hair.

But of course, I was the girl who always saw stuff that weren't there. So, could I trust myself?

The answer was simple.

No.

Oh look, I made myself go off track again…

Damn it…

Shaking my head, again, I returned to looking at the figure. He or she was walking in the middle of the street, walking as if he or she was lost.

I groaned, bored. If that, person, didn't get out of the middle of the street, he or she was going to get mowed over by a car.

My eyes widened a second later though, because a car did pull out of a driveway, not too far away. It was big, and a truck. It was blaring music. It was black, with a bit of graffiti. It reminded me of my brother's old truck.

The problem is the teenager whom was driving it, obviously didn't notice the person in the middle of the street, and if I was watching clearly, pushed the petal to the metal.

Or was it metal to the petal…?

Or was it… Something else?

Slapping myself on the hand, I broke out of my weird, weird thoughts, and tried to think about what to do.

Person in the middle of the street.

Huge car going to mow this person to the ground.

I'm going to feel guilty for the rest of my life.

Scrambling out the window, and onto the branch, I noticed the car was only, like, 3 feet away from the person.

Oh great, like I could get there in time now…

It was like one of those horrible, freaky, horror movies. Where you know something really, freaky, and disgusting is going to happen, and you want to turn away, but… You just can't.

This was the exact same situation.

Except, nothing completely horrible happened.

If I were to tell somebody else, what I had just seen, they'd throw me into this white room, with padded walls, and a straight jacket.

The car passed through the person.

Literally.

And at that second, I nearly cried out in annoyance, anger, and frustration.

Oh great.

Another one.

My life was officially ruined.

Okay, so, yea…
If you likey, R&R please!

Hei Huo