Author's note: Aha well hello there everyone. Somehow I've ended up with the desire to attempt a fanfiction for Yu Yu Hakusho. It all started when I decided to rewatch the series for that nostalgic feeling….—yup~! Anyways I much appreciate honest opinions, let me know if I'm butchering any cannon characters so I can concentrate on what I'm doing wrong and please let me know if you sense any of my ocs begin to go Mary-sue. ._. That's the last thing I want to happen.

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Oi Oi I Did Not Sign Up For This

Chapter One: It's Burgundy Not Red

"Oi oi can you hear me God?

Your world is filling up with idiots

I can see them in the street

They fill the classrooms of my school

And leave a hole so deep

My heart is pounding and my eyes are teary

It's a shame I feel so weary

How much it takes to find a friend

Amongst a world so dreary~"

"You could start your day not insulting the entire world you know."

"I can," Hannah answered as she took one of the onigiri her mother was making for her lunch and stuffed it in her mouth in total disregard to the irritated glare the older woman threw her, "but it's no fun being nice to strangers."

The morning was just like any other. It consisted of the usual; wake up, hit the snooze button, wake up thirty minutes later, wash up, prepare for school, and of course talking to her very dear friend, her lovely mother. That had always been their routine regardless of what house they lived in.

The teenager took a few large steps around the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets to see if there were any sweet snacks she could devour before school.

"I swear it's like I'm raising a boy. Stop spending so much time with Kuwabara."

"Not like I even see him anymore. I switched schools remember. Might I remind you that I hate your new job," she snapped a strawberry flavored pokkie between lips.

Her mother, who stood behind the kitchen counter, closed the now finished bento and handed it to her daughter, "That job is paying for the roof over your head."

"Have you considered dating again? I think it's about time we got a man in the house."

Unlike her mother, who was fully Japanese, Hannah held both characteristics of Arabic and Japanese decent. Her eyes were a dark brown, wide, and shaped; lined with just a tad too much eyeliner because she couldn't care less what society thought about what she did with herself. Her black wavy hair that reached her shoulders had just been dyed a darkish red the previous night. Her bangs that usually swept over her forehead were clipped out of the way. Her height, 5'6, easily toward her tiny mother.

"Go to school Hannah."

"Come ooonn, I promise I'll approve."

Before Hannah could blink she found herself being pushed out the door, nearly tripping over her own feet, and getting the door slammed in her face.

"…and when mothers love their children,

They find the need to torture them

With school and labor of a sort

And see them off cliff or port

I'll suicide and she won't give a damn

But still I'll love that old hag of mine."

"Hannah stop singing those foolish lines and get to school."

"I'm going to see Kuzuzu and the others from Sarayashiki High today so don't except me home until late at night." With her final remark Hannah hopped down the stairs and decided to give into a jog to school.


"Whose attention is she trying to get?"

"Maybe she's trying to copy Shuichi-kun."

"It doesn't even look good on her."

Idiots. Every single one of them. What did her hair color have anything to do with impressing anyone? Since when did dying your hair red even mean 'trying to impress' someone? The girls in this school made her gag reflexes work better than her own cooking; and she was hazardous when it came to working in the kitchen.

"So now anyone else who wants to have red hair means they're mimicking pretty boy?" the thought came and went as she ignored her fellow classmates, "I never even spoke to the guy."

Minamino Shūichi the apparent heart throb of the new school she had begun to attend only two months ago. Over that time span she was able to tell that his gentlemen gestures were loved by both the male and female body. His bright red hair (which Hannah refuses to believe is natural) and his emerald green eyes (also believed to be a pair of contacts on her end) attracted most of the girls in school.

"Those who hold a jealous glance

Will cast a curse upon their foes

And hurt the ones that least deserve

For who do I impress but myself

I love the color red

And will pound it out of each girl that's said

That I deserve less than a bucket of shit."

"Hannaahh-chaann you're laughing to yourself again. It's kind of creepy."

Huh? The voice of her only friend, Mari, drew her out of her world of song and rhyme. Hannah blinked and gave a quick glance at the classroom that was now filing out for lunch. The day was pleasantly warm, summer was rolling in quickly after all. It was only a matter of time before it got unbearably humid.

"Oops."

"Funny memory?"

"Something of the sort," she lied while taking out the bento box her mother had prepared. Most students thought she was a creep. She had weird tendencies to start laughing to herself and not share the joke. Of course she wouldn't share those random lyrics that s often popped in her mind. Beating them shitless? Buckets of shit? Somehow she knew they wouldn't understand her humor. Hell if she could laugh at rape, there had to be something wrong with her psychological health right?

"So what are your plans after school?"

"I'm going to see my friends from Sarayashiki High."

"So it's really true that you know Kuwabara and Urameshi?"

Hannah spoke between bites and tapped the ends of her chopsticks together at the mention of their names. Hannah wasn't exactly delinquent material(She was a terrible fighter), but her name had gained some publicity in the recent months. It was excepted, she hung around them more than she really should. "I know Kuwabara. We're childhood friends but I like to call him Kuzuzu-"

"Kuzuzu?"

Hannah nodded, "Yea his first name it Kazuma. Urameshi is his arch rival and the boyfriend of my other friend, Keiko. They both deny it but I totally ship them. It's only a matter of time before they get married. I can sense it in my gut."

Mari gave an awkward laugh at the explanation her friend had given her before returning to stuffing her face. "By the way, your new hair looks so pretty. Red really suits you!"

"Aha that's not what I heard," Hannah let out a sigh and tossed her chopsticks into the now empty bento, "but thanks. I liked it too."

"Girl's really are vicious. The rumor of you doing it for Shuichi's attention has already spread across the entire school."

"Whelp! I guess I'm off~!" Hannah hopped to her feet, suddenly paying no attention to Mari's remark, a devious smirk playing on her pink lips.

"H-hey! I was being serious!" Mari whined after the tall girl.

"Frankly I don't give rat's ass about what people say about me. I'm still a Sarayashiki high student at heart. I have my friends outside of this place and that's all that matters to me. And Minamino-san looks like a smart guy. I doubt he'll pay much attention to what his fanbase has to say."

"Wait up Hannah-chan where are you going?"

"Ah I think half a day in this place is enough. I'm skipping." with that she casually walked off, her bad habits like any other male delinquent.


"EEEEHHH! Your hair! It's red!" her old friend Kuwabara flipped. The young man stood about six foot and was clad in a bright blue version of Sarayashiki's school uniform. He wasn't the most attractive guy out there; with a narrow face and high cheek bones, his eyes were thin and small, not to mention how he started sporting that orange pompadour hair style. Appearance wise it was no wonder so many people were terrified of him.

But Hannah like the other three in his gang knew Kuwabara's true character and sometimes it was hard to believe that this guy had a reputation as a delinquent, especially when he over reacted to such trivial things.

"Actually it's burgundy. I got tired of the same old look."

"It really suits you Hannah-chan!" Kirishima complemented.

"Ohoho arigatou Kiri-kun!"

"School hasn't been the same without you. It's a shame you had to move," Okubo added in when Hannah began pacing alongside them on the yellow pathway of dirt toward her old neighborhood where she lived beside Kuwabara, her arms folded behind her head.

"Tell me about it. My new school sucks. Everyone thinks I'm a freak."

"It's because you do that weird laugh of yours," Kuwabara remarked, "Or did you start singing your weird songs?"

"Weird songs? You sing Hannah?" Sawamura questioned in surprise.

"Yea, sometimes I used to hear her when I passed her house and her window was open. It's just random stuff off the top of her head."

"Shut up Kuzuzu."

Kirishima and the others exchanged confused glances, "Kuzuzu?"

The young man in blue let out a scream, "I thought I said not to call me that in public!"

"Kuzuzu Kuzuzu Kuzuuuuzuuuuuuu," Hannah taunted him senselessly. Kuwabara shrieked and nearly threw himself on her to cover her mouth which got her to laugh out rather loudly, "It's his nickname from ages ago! Kuzzu-"

"Shut up shut up shut up!"

"Woah it's only with her I ever see Kuwabara be rude to a girl," Okuda whispered to Kirishima.

"Well they are childhood friends. I guess some things don't apply."

They eventually made it to Kuwabara's place which was a small house amongst the others in the neighborhood. They were greeted by the tiny meows of his cat; it's belly swelled up like a water balloon.

"Woah, I want one of the kittens-"

Instantly Kuwabara and Hannah stiffened up. Both exchanged looks as they sensed bad news headed their way. The phone that had rang in the background and Shizuru, Kuwabara's older sister answered, suddenly felt like a dark omen. Hannah shivered, her high spiritual sensitivity made the entire room uncomfortable.

The older woman took a drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke in their direction.

"I just got off the phone with your principal. They say your friend Urameshi Yusuke is dead."


End of first chapter! (obviously) Sorry it was short. They'll get longer if I decide to continue the story. Please let me know what you thought in a review! Thanks for reading!