Author's note: Hey all, Chibisensei here. This plot bunny has been nagging at me all day so I figured I'd write it down and share with all you lovely readers. As I thought the plot through, I realized that it may become a bit of a mindfuck later. I apologize in advance for that. This story will intentionally mock the clichés of fanfiction while turning it on its head. Depending on long I want to draw out this story, there may or may not be crossovers. I'm thinking yes right now, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I hope you enjoy & please review to tell me how I'm doing.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. All I own, is my OC and the plot.

Chapter 1- Another Cliché

Dear Diary,

I'm going to start with the most factual statement about myself: I absolutely HATE clichés. They give me a headache and make me want to jump out the nearest window. Unfortunately, my high school life seems to be chuck full of them. The stereotypical clicks participate in stereotypical behavior straight out of a bad movie. There is nothing that goes on there that surprises me. Yes, I'm positive Harmony Private High School a part of the Twilight Zone. If it wasn't, how can things be so damn predictable?

Oh yeah, my name is Kaiya Hiroshu, "Kai" for short. I am 17 years old and, thankfully, a senior. I wish I could say I am going to be valedictorian or something impressive like that, but…no. I'm iffy in science, horrible at math, and even worse at sports. So, what am I good at? Writing (both creative and analytical, mind you). I'm not the best at it, but I've made $300 writing other people's papers so far this year. I'm thinking about turning it into an evil high school black market business, but I doubt it would work out as my hands are full as it is trying to find an advisor the fanfiction club I filled out a request for. I plan on it being mostly anime fiction, but everything fanfiction is welcome. I do solemnly vow as its founder to tear up, burn, and spit on the ashes of any cliché writings. Ok...maybe not solemnly. I tend to take a sadistic delight in destroying things of the sort. Feh, I may not be able to control the cliché drama of my last year of high school, but I sure as hell can control fiction!

Kaiya's eye twitched as she read her entry over again. It twitched again as she watched other people read it. In truth, she wasn't exactly sure how to feel about what was going on, but the entertained giggles and the poorly hidden pointing from those around her were really starting to grate on her nerves.

"Excuse me," asked a shy voice. "Is this a promotion for the bookstore?" Kaiya turned to the young girl. She couldn't have been any older than 8. Kaiya closed the book she was reading and forced it into her already full backpack.

"That's a good question," replied Kaiya, digging though the contents of the backpack. The young girl watched in confusion as Kaiya pulled out a small notebook and pen and made a tally mark as well as a mental note.

Cliché 1- This is not the Japan I came to

It started as a simple trip to Japan to visit her grandparents. Her first trip alone: that's all it was supposed to be. Kaiya sighed in frustration as she lugged her heavy book bag down the busy sidewalk. Was it really so much to ask to be able to visit family WITHOUT things getting weird? After the incident in the bookstore, her emotions were torn between being completely freaked out and unbelievably annoyed at the stupidity of it all. She decided that the latter would give her a clearer head. She paused. Speaking of which, she had no idea where she was going. Not anymore at least. Finding a small alley, Kaiya set her backpack down and sat next to it. She took in her surroundings. These buildings looked vaguely familiar, but she didn't remember ever going down this street. Well, as much as she distrusted Apple's maps, her iPhone was better than nothing. She stuck a hand in the overstuffed backpack and, once again, began to dig. As strange as it sounded, things felt a bit…different…in there. Something wasn't quite right. Knitting her brows in confusion, her hand grasped a large plastic object. Prying it out gently, she stared blankly at it.

"That is definitely not an iPhone," Kaiya gaped to herself. Actually, she couldn't really tell if it was a cell phone at all. It was huge! Biting her lip, she set the seemingly ancient phone down and opened the backpack up fully. Her manga and notebook were there as was her packed lunch, but her mp3 player has also been replaced.

"A cassette player?" she mumbled dryly, picking up the device. "Wow, someone lives in the stone age."

Kaiya growled. This had to be one of those strange nightmares people get from time to time. This were simply too messed up to be real. Yes, the jetlag from the flight probably caused her to fall asleep somewhere and induced all this weirdness. The thought was comforting.

Kaiya stood up and began to close her bag. That is, until a loud "honk" from a passing truck caused her to oh so gracefully send it and its contents splattering across mouth of the alley.

"Damn it!" she cursed loudly, causing some people to stop. Kaiya flushed in embarrassment as she became the subject of staring for the second time. Not good. She did not need more problems. Gathering as much dignity as she could, she collected her scattered things quietly. She noticed that one manga had fallen on its spine and now lay open. She looked out towards the street and back at the manga. Kaiya repeated this several times also noting, for the first time, that people didn't look exactly the way they were supposed to. She closed the manga and pinched the bridge of her nose. She shook her head.

"I think I should lay off the fanfiction for a while," she muttered, closing the manga and setting it next to her.

"It would probably be good to lay off your grandparents' sake too," spoke a voice.

Kaiya scoffed. "Feh, I didn't drink mu-" She paused midsentence and whipped her head around at the realization that she was actually talking to someone. A foot from her face, floated the talking baby known as Koenma.

"Yo," he greeted. A few seconds passed.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Koenma scratched his head as he watched Kaiya scramble onto the sidewalk, weave around pedestrians, speed into a crosswalk (barely avoiding the oncoming cars), and…run face first into a lamppost. "Well, that could have gone better," Koenma stated. He cocked his head to one side. "I really ought to stop sneaking up on people like that." Koenma floated down to the ground. The manga Kaiya had set down lay forgotten on its belly. Koenma picked it up to look at the title. "Yu Yu Hakusho vol 19?" His eyes traveled to the characters illustrated on the cover. He blinked dumbly. "Well, this makes things…complicated."

On the other side of the street, Kaiya lay flat on her face, enjoying her fresh bloody nose and concussion (note the sarcasm) as pedestrians crowded around her and yelled for someone to call for help. She felt dizzy and everything was blurry. Someone rolled her onto her back.

"Are you alright?" asked a concerned woman. "Can you hear me?"

"I don't want to be a cliché," Kaiya moaned weakly.

"What are you talking about?" No reply. "Miss, can you still hear me? Miss?"

Clichés 2 & 3- Being thrown into a fictional world and confronted by a character from said world

Kaiya blacked out.

Koenma's face was stern as he walked into the palace in Spirit World. The contents of the backpack he was dragging concerned him greatly. There were a total of seven Yu Yu Hakusho manga within it. From the ones he scanned through, he concluded that those seven spanned from the very end of the Dark Tournament through the Makai Tournament and a little beyond. The "plot" was a near mirror image of the Yusuke's archive tapes. That was sensitive information that he could not let others see. What's more, it had more data on all of them than what was in records. It was a disturbing development that made him hesitant to ask the former Spirit Detective and his friends for help. However…

Koenma set the backpack down aside his desk and pulled out a different manga from a drawer. The front cover showed an illustration of a short, black haired girl with dark eyes. Although the plot did not take place in Japan, she wore a school uniform with the abbreviations of the said school on her navy blue blouse. Her skirt was long and matched the color of her hair. Koenma opened the front page to the standard character profiles and set his attention on the name of the main protagonist of the manga in his hand: Kaiya Hiroshu.

"This is going to be interesting."

Chibisensei: I hope you enjoyed! Next chapter we get to see how the boys have been fairing since the end of the manga :p