Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho nor the characters, but I do love the pairings of the characters. The only characters I own is my original characters.

Enjoy my first story that I revised and please feel free to review them and get me tips on improving. Thank you!

So...You want to hear it? This tale of a single, lonely, sad soul? A story NEVER met to be told...? Alright...Listen at your own risk...For it begins...

My story begins like this. My name is Mahami, I'm 17 years old. I'm an innocent, stressing, innocent teen who suffers from the typical, dysfunctional family who's has a major set of problems. Here's the story: It started just like everyday, it was a bright, sunny day. And I was running away. Now, why am I running away, you ask? It's elementary, my dear, Watson. I got in the middle of one my parents arguments again, trying to calm them down, but it made things worse. They've become all the more estranged because of my mother finding out about my father's affair with the last nanny that they're hired to baby sit my brother when all of us was left to our own devices. Apparently, mother came back after forgetting the address book to the big soirée she was going to attend with friends and the people in one of her now-of-the-moment clubs. When she came upon His Royal Cheating-ness trying to get it on with nanny in the master bedroom. It seems my rebel brother didn't know a thing about, since he was in the zone, in his room, play Guitar Hero. He was rocking it out, listening to his beats on his ipod, whilst playing his game. So, that caused a really big piss among the marriage and nothing, but trouble stemmed from it. So, of usual my normal life includes and is not short of: arguing with my folks, getting fed up with it, and as usual running away to bring about peace, since that's the only way to stop them from ripping out each others throats to find me, they then would be filled with tearful joy that I was all right, physically, I was, but emotionally, never again...So, I followed my usual routine of running away…Until on the day of August 13, on the unholy day of Friday...I ran away when I've should have stayed…

'This is stupid! I despise them! I've absolutely despise this!', Mahami thought, as she tied the ends of sheets together in repeated rut and thought on her life. "We had a simple life before Dad got promoted and got this big, white, Victorian mansion and all the troubles started!", Mahami fumed silently, as she tossed the makeshift rope out the window, from the 3 floor room. "Mom got superficial, Dad didn't pay attention to any of us and stuck his "spoon" in another woman's "sugar bowl", and Vince became all punk/rebel/Goth on us and distance himself from the family…Not that I belive him, since running away is my only way of cooping with this…" she stressed with anger and emphasis of it with each tug on the rope, to make sure it was secure, on the end of her window seat's pillar pole.

She sighs to herself.

"Can't complain about this life I lead too much, I guess…Let's see, keys." Mahami says tugging at the keys around your neck.

"Check. Money?" she pats her pockets and searches in them, pulling out a wade of 20 dollar bills.

"Check. That's it, that all.", she thought, pleased that she has everything from her mental checklist. She tugs on the sheets one last time to check if it was secure, and started her decedent downward. Coming down the side of the house with ease, from previous experiences.

After she make it down to the ground, Mahami goes though the golden gates of her parents newly built 40 ache home and started to run away from her problems all over again...Mahami got 10 blocks away from the place she no longer though of as a home, when she stopped to eat in Wendy's. She ordered quickly and ate her spicy chicken sandwich just as quickly, before her parents or brother for that matter, came to her room and saw that she was gone.

She got up, threw her wrapper and drink away…When she bumped into an old man, while she was rushing to get out the door.

The old man mumbles something inaudible low, when Mahami turned on her heel and fling her well known temper at him.

"What did you say?", she asked, flinging her arm out in to emphasis the rage, that was clearly evidently upon her face in within her voice. Mahami was the one who was taken by surprised, that the old man didn't shrink from her rage and met it with a calm, steady voice; that was filled with wisdom and deceived his old disposition.

"You have an unparalleled strengthen. It needs to be trained properly."

Mahami just stared at him strangely.

"Follow me, young one.", said the old man, heading out the door and towards the opposite direction of her house.

Unsure what to do, Mahami followed him.

*3 and a half hours later of Mahami's continued questioning as to where they're were being led to and if they were there yet, with no responses from the mysterious, old man the whole way, they both arrived at an ancient, deserted looking dojo that took up about 100 yards of the place, stairs included.*

"Why do you live so far away?", Mahami asked, she breathed heavily from the stair climb.

She was looking at his belongings when they entered the dojo, as they walked into the middle of the room with seat that was set at the ground. The room contained that of golden dragons, scrolls written in kanji unbeknown to Mahami, and lion statues from years ancients past. It was fully decorated as a dojo, with the wooden floors on the outside deck, the mats on the floor on the inside and rice paper sliding doors. It was like having a piece of Japan within Chicago.

"I find...peace…", he stated with a grunt, sitting down while he finished his sentence, "in such a forest."

"Please.", he gestured to you with his hand, towards the pillow that was directly in front of him, "Have a seat."

"I'll stand, thanks.", she stated, looking at him, arms folded, just in case he tried something.

Well, whatever she did or said, in the end, Mahami sat down and he tells her...something she'll will never forget...

That's it for this chapter! Thanks for reading and please come again!