Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho and I never will. So I'll have to settle for writing about it.
Chapter One-- Blood Loss
Yusuke's POV
My life is a lie. My bravado, my humor, everything... is nothing but a facade. A mask to hide all the hurt inside. Why am I hurting, you may ask? Because I have nothing and no one. My mother is a drunk who barely knows I exist. My father? Long dead. My team? Ha, what a laugh! None of them care for anyone but themselves. Keiko? She isn't capable of showing me the slightest sign of affection, unless you count slapping me around.
That is why I fight. I fight for no other reason than to become so immersed in it that I can forget, if just for a moment, that no one cares. And for that single moment, I find peace. I am able to focus on nothing but fighting, on saving my life, on beating my opponent before they can beat me.
But lately, even this has not been enough. There aren't enough opponents in the world to stop the pain I feel. The pain of not being wanted and not being loved. That is why I now cut myself. You see, when I watch my blood flow from the wounds I make, it is as though I am watching my pain flow with it. The pain just washes away in a crimson river of blood. It's a small price to pay, if you ask me.
Later, at Genkai's
Yusuke's POV
Koenma called a meeting at Genkai's today. Apparently, he'd managed to get yet another priceless artifact stolen. Luckily, we only had to deal with a bunch of D-class demons so it wasn't really a big deal. After the mission, the team came back to Genkai's to hang out. Naturally, Hiei didn't stay. I didn't really feel like sticking around either, so I decided to take a walk in the woods.
I walked deep into the woods, trying to become as lost in this forest as I was in my own thought. I eventually came to a part of the woods I had never seen before and I decided to sit down and rest.
I became bored, so I pulled out the butterfly knife that I now carried everywhere. I just played around with it for a little while before I couldn't stand all of the emotions that were roiling inside of me. So I pulled up my sleeve and started cutting, it didn't really matter where. However, I was careful to avoid my wrist because I am not so far gone as to have a death wish. Yet.
When I finally stopped cutting myself, I stopped to take a look at my arm. I was startled to see the damage I had done to myself. It looked as though someone had attempted to skin me alive. However, my worries did not last long as I promptly passed out from the blood loss. It looks like I didn't need to worry about slicing my wrist open after all.
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