Caroline: ok this is my 1st yyh fic... well actually i wrote anothr 1 sumwher but i didnt post it. weeeeelll... i guesss just r & r!
"You're... what?"The girl wiped the blood off her cheek.
"Your daughter."
With that, he dropped the rose whip he had been holding in his hand.
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Chapter 1: Daughter
He leaned against a tree, staring at the sky.
'How could this happen?' he wondered. 'When did I... How did I-'
"Hey Kurama!"
Kurama turned as a large hand slapped him across the shoulder, breaking him from his thoughts.
"So I hear you got a-" he leaned into Kurama's ear. "Kid."
Kurama blinked as Kuwabara let go, & pulled away. He looked up to the sky.
"If you want to know the truth," he said, letting that be his answer.
"Well, congratulations!" Kuwabara said, slapping him across the shoulder once more. "I never knew you had it in y-"
"Otou-san!"
Kurama looked past Kuwabara & into emerald green eyes that reflected his own. Her black hair blew just a little in the breeze, just as Kuwabara turned around.
"Who's he?"
He gaped in amazement, a bit of drool dripping from his rather large mouth. He fell to his knees, stars in his eyes.
"My name is Kazuma Kuwabara, but you may call me whatever you like, sweetheart!" with that, he kissed her hand.
Bad. Decision.
"Get away from me, you baka niigen!" she yelled, punching the oaf in the back of the head.
Kurama laughed quietly, a bit nervous at the girl's reaction. She panted a little, the redness fading from her cheeks. He looked down at the unconcious red head.
"You shouldn't have been so hard on him, Hotaru," he said.
"But Otou-san!" she yelled, throwing clenched fists to her side. "He was being a hentai baka!" She crossed her arms, threw her head to the side, & thrust her lower lip out just a bit. "He deserved every bit of it."
Kurama slightly smiled, watching his daughter pout, then noticed something.
"You're mad aren't you?"
"Yes," she said, her eyes closed in a matter-of-fact look. "Yes I am. I'm mad that I have to stay in this stupid form!"
She looked back, her eyes wide & sad. "When can I go back to my original form, otou-san?"
He put a hand on her shoulder.
"Soon enough, Hotaru. Soon enough."
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"Otou-san!" she asked, running up to him. "Can I get this?"
"Hotaru," he said. "I've told you already, I have no money with me."
She frowned, & ran off to another shop. True, most fathers would not let their daughters with looks like a thirteen year old run off by themselves in a heavily crowded street with many street carts, but Kurama knew one thing. If anyone tried to grab her, they were in for it, whether it be a pain in their ass or just a pain to their ears.
Hotaru appeared once more, at the speed of lightning, in front of him holding up some other useless object. This time it was Pocky.
"Otou-"
"No," Kurama said. "I have no money."
"You're lying."
Kurama raised an eyebrow.
"I'm no-"
"You're lying, Otou-san!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, pointing her index finger in his face & turning a few heads. "You never give me anything to eat, ever!"
Kurama decided to not bring up the fact that she had eaten fourteen cups of Ramen, eleven Cokes, six pieces of fudge, two donuts, & a chocolate ice-cream cone.
"Can't you wait until we get home?" he asked. "Please?"
"No!" she said, obviously trying to start a scene. "You hate me! That's why you make me scrub the floors, & clean the dishes, & work in the mine, &- &-"
Kurama was almost amused by this. Where on earth did she come up with working in a mine?
"Sleep in a box!"
This turned at least every head in the vicinity. All was silence as the girl turned, & ran off.
Kurama just stared after her, wondering how a girl who was, in fact, his daughter could be so different from him.
"Hey, I'm missing a fan!" yelled a store keeper, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, where's that kimono I was selling?"
"Or that dragon necklace of mine?"
"Or the lamp?"
"& where's the Pocky I was selling?"
Yet so very much like him.
To be continued...
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"I was wondering when I'd see you next, Hotaru."
Hotaru trembled slightly as intense red eyes stared into her green ones. Two hands tightened on her shoulders, pressing her against the bricks.
"I... I didn't mean to..." she said, her eyes wide in fear.
"I know," was the answer.
She felt one fist let go of her shoulder, & watched helplessly as it reared back.
Caroline: soooo wuddya think? PLEEAZ review if u think its good & i should continu! I dont wanna waste my time if nobody likes it! meanwhile... chek out my othr fix!