Summary: He enjoys the thrill of killling. She is afraid of death. He is a teenage genius. She is an energetic slacker. He has a constant smile on his face. She is always sarcastic. He is a cockypunk. She is a timid klutz. Can all these mismatches survive an adventure when they're mistaken for tomb raiders? Can there be success in inexperience or will lives be lost? Tomb Raider Yu Yu Hakusho Crossover.
Disclaimer:I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or Tomb Raider.
A/N: This is my first YYH fanfiction to be posted and, as odd as the combination sounds, I've been told that it's a good story. Please just read to find out. I'm posting the first two chapters together since they are rather short. Thanks for checking it out!
Chapter One—Introductions
Riiiiinnngg!!
The loud noise shook the creature from its half asleep state and it quickly made its way from the confines of the room. It traveled swiftly down the halls in search of its prey and when it spotted them, it slowed its pace to a silent stalk. The three unsuspecting girls didn't stand a chance.
The predator reached out a limb, preparing to attack, nearly succeeding in its objective when….
"Rawr!"
I screamed at the sudden noise behind me, causing a chain reaction and the three girls I had been hunting screamed also. That's right, I am the predator.
My name is Katherine Hunt but I don't allow anyone to call me that. I am most widely known as Shorty and, no, that's not meant as an insult. (It's because of my disability that keeps me at a humble 4'8" and won't allow me to grow anymore.) My friends are the only ones that are allowed to call me anything else (aside from the stupid teachers) and around them I am known as Kat or Meows; I answer to the call "Here Kitty Kitty!"
My appearance is rather plain for a fifteen year old. I have shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. My skin is pale which sometimes contrasts with the dark colors that I wear but I'll tan over the summer. Also, as a side note, my wheelchair is a shiny, metallic purple.
Christy Wilson, one of the girls I was trying to scare, is next. She's my best friend and has been such for eight years. We've been living here in Japan since we were little when both of our families moved here on business. Anyway, Christy has dyed brown hair with her real blonde highlights that goes well with her hazel eyes. She is known as Christy, Chrissy, or Kissy by some.
Then there's Tiara and Dusty Carlson, the foreign exchange students from America who arrived a year ago and my other two victims. They're sisters but quite different. Tiara has a hyperactive personality that one might say matches her blonde-orange hair. Her brown eyes are always sparkling and she's always there to perk you up. Dusty, on the other hand, is mellower though she does have her hyper moments, too. (She and I spend a lot of our time practicing our second language: Sarcasm.) She has brown hair like mine and green-hazel eyes.
I whirled on the person who had ruined my scare attempt. "Kuwabara! I hate when you do that! Now you're in for it! I'm going to take a potato peeler to your ankles as soon as I run them over a few times!"
He laughed at my anger. "You gotta catch me first, Shorty!"
I chased him around in a few circles before he dashed down the halls and out the front door. He leaped the stairs but I had to take the ramp down, buying him a few more seconds from my wrath. Now all I had to do was trip him and then I could—
"Hey, Shorty!" I heard a male voice call from across the school grounds.
"It's Urameshi," Christy announced.
I turned back to the idiot I had been chasing and then snorted. "Pfft. Forget you, Yusuke is way cooler."
I changed course and maneuvered through crowds of students in school uniforms like mine. Yusuke Urameshi is one of my best guy friends. I met him at the arcade once with his mentally challenged friend Kazuma Kuwabara when we all decided to skip school. I wound up making up the work but they were too lazy.
Today he was standing by the large oak that was near the fence and two other people were with him and Kuwabara. I recognized these guys as Hiei Jaganshi and Shuichi Minamino or Kurama. Yes, I do know about Reikai, Ningenkai, Makai, and all that good stuff. Yusuke told me all about it since I was his bud but I wasn't allowed to tell anyone, not even Christy, Tiara, or Dusty. In fact, the only way I got to know was because I caught him talking to Koenma on his communicator.
Anyway, back to before. Hiei dresses all in black except for his white bandana to cover his Jagan Eye and the bandage on his right arm to cover the mark of the Dragon. He's short, too, only a few inches taller than me, I'd guess 4'10". What really gives him away is his black hair with a white starburst that seems to defy gravity and his blood red eyes. I've seen him a couple other times talking to Yusuke before they left for a mission. He's supposedly a fire demon.
Kurama is your average everyday pretty boy, not stuck up or anything but he sure has the looks and fan club down. You got it. He has to run to escape crazed girls that chase him around. He has red hair that goes past his shoulders a little with strands that hang by his ears. His eyes are a gorgeous emerald green that I wish I had and, of course, he's taller than me. But isn't everybody? I've heard stories that he is the reincarnate of the kitsune thief Youko Kurama, but who knows if that's even true.
And I guess I've neglected to explain my two guy friends. Yusuke Urameshi is a punk with gelled black hair and chocolate eyes much like mine. At school he's usually seen in a green uniform but on the street, he wears jeans like the rest of us. He's kind of perverted at times and he's definitely mischievous with a "good boy" look that could fool a normal passerby but I know better as do Christy, Tiara, and Dusty. Yes, he is the spirit detective.
Kazuma Kuwabara is a butt ugly moron but for those who don't know, he has carrot orange hair styled in a horrible Elvis impersonation and dark eyes. He's a punk, too, but Urameshi can easily knock his face into the concrete. He walks around school in a blue uniform, but he has normal street clothes, too. He's a human but has a strong sixth sense.
Yusuke and Kuwabara go to Sarayashiki High along with Tiara, Dusty, Christy, and I. Kurama goes to fancy pants Meiou High a little ways away. Hiei doesn't go to school.
I stopped in front of my buddy and my other friends showed up soon after.
"Are you in a better mood today?" Yusuke asked.
"Oh yeah!" I answered smiling. "I can't wait to get out of this frickin' annoying skirt." I gestured to my stupid school uniform. "Plus school gets out tomorrow."
"Yipee skippy!" Christy cheered.
"Are you coming with us to the arcade?" Kuwabara asked.
"Duh," I answered shortly. My favorite pastime is playing video games.
"Are you coming?" Dusty asked Hiei and Kurama.
"Yes," answered Kurama.
We headed down the street but I stopped off at our (the girls') house so we could change because, like I said before, the skirts are a real suck fest to wear. Then we continued walking to the mall, but it wasn't too long before Kuwabara and Hiei got into a name calling contest. Obviously Hiei would win but it was still fun to see it play out.
"Midget," Kuwabara said.
"Hey, that includes me, I'm smaller than he is," I objected.
"Sorry, Shorty," the idiot apologized.
Hiei looked slightly surprised so I assumed that he had been called that before. To keep the fight going, I interjected, "He was talking to me, not you."
"Ugly ape," Hiei shot back to the oaf.
"If I'm ugly than what are you?" Kuwabara asked.
"Hn, at least I don't make gay men go straight," came the reply.
"Ooh, burn," chorused me and Christy.
I'm not quite sure what happened next but I think Kuwabara shoved Hiei, throwing him off balance. I was surprised that the slowpoke could even touch Hiei but I suppose he might not have been expecting it. I think his foot caught on my wheel and then I found a pissed black clad boy in my lap.
Hiei rose and I heard a sword being drawn. I grabbed the back of his cloak and he looked at me like he might behead me as well.
"Don't kill him just because he's Special Ed," I spoke. Then to save the poor boob's life, I quickly said, "Hey Clueless Morgan, I think the other ucky people are calling you."
I pointed to his other friends who were indeed calling to him. The drool monkey didn't even pick up on the insult as he walked across the street looking as though he was still trying to figure out who Special Ed was.
The dope (No, I don't call him Kuwabara very often) talked to the other guys from our school for a few minutes and then ran to catch up to us. Meanwhile, Yusuke and Christy were talking up ahead of all of us.
Christy suddenly turned to me and pleaded, "Kat, can I ride in your wheelchair?"
"How am I supposed to get to where we're going?" Normally I would let her but then I would have no mode of transportation to our destination.
Next, Yusuke flipped around and planted a foot in front of my wheel. I stopped abruptly and glared at him. He paid no attention and poked the orange button on my seat belt before yanking me out of my chair and hoisting me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Christy quickly took over my former position and commenced in wheeling off down the sidewalk at what I presumed was her top speed.
"Uh, Yusuke?" I muttered.
"Yeah?" came the answer.
"As much as I love the sigh of your butt in my face—" I propped my head away from his bum with my elbow in his back. "Will you please put me down?"
"Nope. Christy stole your wheels and you still owe me a rematch so this is how you're getting there."
So stubborn! I sighed and settled for watching Hiei and Kurama who were both looking amused by the whole thing. I flipped them off and turned to Christy who had stopped short of a light pole and was now behind us.
"If you wreck my chair, I'll hurt you!" I yelled at her until Kurama chuckled and ruffled my hair. I cried out and swatted his hand away. "Ack! Away with you hair floofer!" He only smiled. He does that way too much.
We reached the mall, Christy returned my wheelchair, and Yusuke flopped me back over his shoulder and into my sitting position.
The boys led us straight to the arcade where Dusty challenged Kurama to some driving game that I couldn't play since I couldn't work the gas. Christy, Tiara, and Kuwabara went off to play DDR which I also couldn't do since I can't dance. Lucky for me, Yusuke pulled me over to the air hockey table just when I was tempted to go pester Hiei who had stalked off to a dark corner grumbling about 'loud, annoying ningen games." It wasn't so lucky for Yusuke, though, because in the end I won 3-2.
About the time that the third match was over, Christy, Tiara, and the moron showed up and challenged Urameshi to a game of pool. I went over to a corner of the room and spaced off. Don't get me wrong, I love my friends to death but sometimes you just gotta be alone, you know? Which for me and my unusual mood swings, is quite often. I also hate loud noises and that includes pool balls smacking together.
Once everyone was sick of games, we went off to eat. Christy ordered an extra large portion of bourbon chicken while I got some sweet and sour chicken and crab angels along with a large Pepsi. We had learned how to order enough to mix and match with in the time that we've known each other.
After we got full, we started for home. Christy and I share a house and volunteered to be a host home for Tiara and Dusty but you'll find out more about that later. Anyway, our house was the first stop but as we neared, something looked wrong. The door was open….
A/N: Just so you know, I don't hate Kuwabara, I just like to pick on him. Sorry to any Kuwabara fans. Chapter 2 is also posted so feel free to take a look at that. The beginning chapters are kind of slow since they're mostly there to give the characters the chance to get to know each other. However, despite this, I would still appreciate it if you would leave a review. No flames please.