A Demonic Hand
Chapter 1
A girl walked into the kitchen where her mother was cooking the food and she asked her mother if she wanted any help but the mother insisted on serving her breakfast.
The girl sat at the table and her eyes looked to the photo frame, holding a picture of her father, the dark-haired boy and his cheeky grin from the times when her mother and father were still in junior high.
She reached to the photo then made it face down, hoping not to look at the man who left her and her mother when she was born; being left by her father at an early age, she didn't know anything about the man her mother continued to love and only had to trust the photos she saw and her mother's words.
Though she never met the man, she knew that she would hate him almost instantly from the way he was completely different from her; he was a man who liked to get into brawls, loud and she knew she would find him annoying.
She was an honor student, one of the smartest people in her batch and attending a private junior high school on a full scholarship, she hated men who constantly fought because of useless problems and she was annoyed by people who were too loud.
The woman who was a mother looked at the photo frame to find that her daughter had placed it face down, hiding his face and she felt guilt seep in.
She knew the reason why he left the two of them but telling her daughter everything, she worried that her daughter would soon be involved in something she would not be strong enough to face herself and she was glad that the old friends of her husband had promised to watch her daughter in case something happened to her.
Urameshi Keiko sat at her table with her daughter after handing Urameshi Kiyo her plate of pancakes and started on her own stack of pancakes. Kiyo reached to the syrup by her mother to reveal the strange birthmark on her hand in the shape of an arrow and soaked her pancakes with the maple syrup she loved having with her pancakes at breakfast.
Keiko giggled and Kiyo looked up, wondering what her mom was laughing at and Keiko answered her.
"You're so much like him, he used to enjoy my pancakes, too," Keiko covered her mouth instantly, knowing that it was dangerous when Keiko compared Kiyo and Yusuke. Kiyo stood up quickly, pushing the chair back so much that it almost fell and ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs, finally slamming he bedroom door loudly. Keiko sighed, looking to the photo frame and taking it, looking down at Yusuke's picture.
"Yusuke, hurry back, please; you're not leaving one person anymore," Keiko said, holding the frame close to herself, feeling the tears running down her face as she murmured 'that idiot' many times.
Kiyo sighed for the umpteenth time, frustrated over the fact that she had just made her mother cry again; she doesn't mean to hurt her mother but she gets so angry when other spoke about how similar her father and her were alike. She sipped on the iced tea as she looked outside the café window, watching as the many people passed her and seemed to have problems on their own.
She found a redhead standing there and a smile lit her face as she ran out of the café quickly but made sure to pay for it to meet up with the redhead who stood at the corner of the street, waiting for the proper time to cross the street. "Uncle Shuuichi!" The redhead turned at the familiar voice calling him and found the girl had walked up to him with a big smile. He smiled at the girl who he treated like a daughter as he had no kids of his own.
"Hi Kiyo-kun, what are you doing here?" Kiyo seemed saddened for a moment before answering that she wanted to have a bite so she went out to a café which served her favorite iced tea.
Kurama said that he would love to spend the rest of his day with Kiyo and Kiyo agreed to take him to many different places. As he led Kiyo to the parking lot where his car was, he glanced around to find the presence of the demons that were sent to protect her and he let himself enjoy as the girl was telling him about her adventures with her childhood friend, Kuwabara Yuki.
The doorbell rang and Keiko believed that it was her daughter since she promised to come back soon so she answered quickly. As she opened the door, she found a man instead of the young girl she was expecting and she moved to quickly close it until the man uttered her name with such a familiar voice, "Keiko…" Her eyes trembled as she opened the door to meet the brown eyes of her husband, "Yusuke?"
Kiyo rang the doorbell for the second time and glanced over her shoulder as thunder boomed. She opened the door's lock with her key and opened the door, calling for her mom but found that it was dark in the living room. Something clamped around Kiyo's wrist and she struggled to get free, calling for help as she found that it was a stranger from the way he told he to calm down.
Keiko entered the living room from the kitchen in a hurry and quickly opened the lights, switching them on to find Kiyo fighting off her very own father. "Yusuke, step away from her!" Yusuke let go instantly and Kiyo ran to her mother, hugging her as she cried, scared as to what that man had wanted with her. Keiko wrapped her arms around the little girl, "Now, now, Kiyo, don't worry, it's only your father."
Kiyo looked up at the man her mother had referred to as her father, the man's dark hair just like hers had grown long and tied back into a ponytail and he had grown some facial hair to show how much time he spent away from civilization. This was the man whom she hated, and the splitting image of herself; why was he here? And why was mom defending him? "Get away from this house!"