Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho belongs to whoever created it. I wish that was me...
AN Alright people. I know I should be working on "Found" but have you ever been suddenly attacked by a plot-bunny? They are the most annoying little bastards in the world! So, I know this will get flames, but I just want to know what you all think of it. So, tell me, k?
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Her Misfit: By Dark Dreaming
There was something about her son that was different. Something that set him apart from all the other boys of his age. It wasn't an obvious something at first. When he was younger, he was always quiet, calm, understanding. Most children at the age of five would be curious about the world around them.
But not her son, her son would prefer to sit outside underneath the tree in their front yard and read a book that should be above his reading level. Her son would sit quietly and watch as all the other little boys and girls played in the street. Of course he was invited to play, all the children adored her son, but he would never accept. That was one of the things that set him apart from the rest.
At the age of ten, her little boy had the best reputation in the district. He was calm, smart, patient, quiet, everything the ideal student should be. He would leave for school in the mornings and come back home with his uniform still crisp and clean. All the other little boys would be covered in grass stains and mud. The little girls loved her little boy, but they were always too shy to talk to him. Something about him made them shy, made them nervous he might not care about what they had to say. He was so mature for his age.
When her little boy grew up and entered high-school, his maturity hadn't changed. He would still prefer to quietly read his books, rather then spending time with his friends in an arcade. In fact, she wasn't sure her little boy even had friends, he never brought anybody over, like most children would. He never spoke of anybody in a way that said anything other then the words at their face vaule. He was always so calm, her little boy.
But after a while, she began to notice. Something was different about him. Different in the way that he loved nature, in the way that he never went out other then chores for her, or spending his weekends camping outside of town. The roses that he would leave her every morning were different then the roses one would buy off the street. They were more vivid, smelled better, brightened the room like no ordinary rose could.
She couldn't put her finger on what exactly was different. He excersized everyday, sometimes he would go running in the early hours of the morning. He recieved perfect marks in all of his classes and all the teachers adored him. He had no enemies, just as he had no friends.
Shiori sighed, looking out the window to see her Shuuichi sitting outside, once again leaning against that tree reading his favorite book. She had seen him like that for all of her life. His long, vivid red hair, his fathomless and enchanting green eyes. There was a soft sort of sadness hidden there.
A ball suddenly hit his foot. Shuuichi marked the spot in his book and put it down in his lap. A boy wearing a green school uniform and another in blue ran up to his side and started talking rapidly to him. Shuuichi laughed and stood up, saying something in obvious agreement to their words.
Shiori looked down at her cup of tea for a moment, wondering again about her sons difference. A second later she looked up to see that in addition to the boy in green, and the boy in blue. Another had joined, this one in black clothing.
Shuuichi said something to him that caused the boy to scowl, and the other boys to laugh. The one in blue saying something that resulted in him being flipped onto his backside by the boy in black.
Perhaps these three strange boys were Shuuichi's friends. It was an unusual group, something about the way they laughed and joked between themselves spoke volumes in a mothers eyes. While within this group, Shuuichi let down some of his heavilly built walls and barriers surrounding his heart.
Looking back at the group, Shiori smiled, seeing two girls had joined. The black clad boy seemed to have gentled in their presence, watching the smaller girl with obvious adoration. Like a brother watching his precious little sister. The other girl had just wallopped the boy in blue with what looked to be a boat oar.
The rest of the group laughed again and in the house, Shiori smiled.
This group might be full of misfits, but for her Shuuichi it was perfect. Because her little treasure didn't fit the casual role of a teen. He indeed was a misfit as well. And he fit perfectly with that group.
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AN Alright, that's it. I'm sorry, I know it really sucks, but the stupid plot-bunny was very insistant. I just wanted to write it down and get it out of my mind. Please don't mock my pain. Um, if you couldn't tell it was sort of told from Shiori's point of view (that's Kurama's mother...) Just tell me what you think, ne?
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AN Alright people. I know I should be working on "Found" but have you ever been suddenly attacked by a plot-bunny? They are the most annoying little bastards in the world! So, I know this will get flames, but I just want to know what you all think of it. So, tell me, k?
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Her Misfit: By Dark Dreaming
There was something about her son that was different. Something that set him apart from all the other boys of his age. It wasn't an obvious something at first. When he was younger, he was always quiet, calm, understanding. Most children at the age of five would be curious about the world around them.
But not her son, her son would prefer to sit outside underneath the tree in their front yard and read a book that should be above his reading level. Her son would sit quietly and watch as all the other little boys and girls played in the street. Of course he was invited to play, all the children adored her son, but he would never accept. That was one of the things that set him apart from the rest.
At the age of ten, her little boy had the best reputation in the district. He was calm, smart, patient, quiet, everything the ideal student should be. He would leave for school in the mornings and come back home with his uniform still crisp and clean. All the other little boys would be covered in grass stains and mud. The little girls loved her little boy, but they were always too shy to talk to him. Something about him made them shy, made them nervous he might not care about what they had to say. He was so mature for his age.
When her little boy grew up and entered high-school, his maturity hadn't changed. He would still prefer to quietly read his books, rather then spending time with his friends in an arcade. In fact, she wasn't sure her little boy even had friends, he never brought anybody over, like most children would. He never spoke of anybody in a way that said anything other then the words at their face vaule. He was always so calm, her little boy.
But after a while, she began to notice. Something was different about him. Different in the way that he loved nature, in the way that he never went out other then chores for her, or spending his weekends camping outside of town. The roses that he would leave her every morning were different then the roses one would buy off the street. They were more vivid, smelled better, brightened the room like no ordinary rose could.
She couldn't put her finger on what exactly was different. He excersized everyday, sometimes he would go running in the early hours of the morning. He recieved perfect marks in all of his classes and all the teachers adored him. He had no enemies, just as he had no friends.
Shiori sighed, looking out the window to see her Shuuichi sitting outside, once again leaning against that tree reading his favorite book. She had seen him like that for all of her life. His long, vivid red hair, his fathomless and enchanting green eyes. There was a soft sort of sadness hidden there.
A ball suddenly hit his foot. Shuuichi marked the spot in his book and put it down in his lap. A boy wearing a green school uniform and another in blue ran up to his side and started talking rapidly to him. Shuuichi laughed and stood up, saying something in obvious agreement to their words.
Shiori looked down at her cup of tea for a moment, wondering again about her sons difference. A second later she looked up to see that in addition to the boy in green, and the boy in blue. Another had joined, this one in black clothing.
Shuuichi said something to him that caused the boy to scowl, and the other boys to laugh. The one in blue saying something that resulted in him being flipped onto his backside by the boy in black.
Perhaps these three strange boys were Shuuichi's friends. It was an unusual group, something about the way they laughed and joked between themselves spoke volumes in a mothers eyes. While within this group, Shuuichi let down some of his heavilly built walls and barriers surrounding his heart.
Looking back at the group, Shiori smiled, seeing two girls had joined. The black clad boy seemed to have gentled in their presence, watching the smaller girl with obvious adoration. Like a brother watching his precious little sister. The other girl had just wallopped the boy in blue with what looked to be a boat oar.
The rest of the group laughed again and in the house, Shiori smiled.
This group might be full of misfits, but for her Shuuichi it was perfect. Because her little treasure didn't fit the casual role of a teen. He indeed was a misfit as well. And he fit perfectly with that group.
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AN Alright, that's it. I'm sorry, I know it really sucks, but the stupid plot-bunny was very insistant. I just wanted to write it down and get it out of my mind. Please don't mock my pain. Um, if you couldn't tell it was sort of told from Shiori's point of view (that's Kurama's mother...) Just tell me what you think, ne?
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