Title:Angelious

Author:Rabbid Bunneh 30

Story Brief:Best friends forever. That's what Lucy thought of Ami. But will she still think that when a mad doctor pursues her in hopes of using her in destroying Spirit World? Or when she reveals more truths, not just about Ami's past, and that of the new friends thrust upon her, but her very own? It can be hard to trust people you hardly know, but Lucy may realise it will be the only way to find herself again.

Disclaimer:I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of the characters in the show and respect the writer for the time and effort put into the anime and making it what it is today. I write these fanfictions in the original author's honour.

Chapter 1

I wasn't ready, were the first words I thought that cool, Monday morning in early April, while staring through the car window at a building I would be seeing frequently for the foreseeable future.

How can Uncle Lee agree with his wife that I'd fit in here?

"Oh, Lucy, don't be such a drama queen. It's just a school. Your Japanese language tutor said you were coming along nicely speaking it. Just be happy you at least can understand most of what these people are saying."

Speaking of one of the devils, Em (it was short for Emerald, but only my Uncle called her that) continued to prattle on about how I should feel lucky and grateful that I was even here, and not mopping around back in England on my own with no family to support me.

Ouch! Couldn't this woman be a little more subtle, I winced mentally. I tried not to let the fresh wounds from the death of my mother, father and brother get to me, but seeing as they had only been dead two weeks, I was still very sensitive about it.

I know not to bitch back at Em (I think the name suited her, because she was cold and unfeeling like a rock) about her words. The last time I did, the evil woman had thrown her coffee cup at me. It had clipped my ear, thankfully, as it sailed passed and hit the wall behind me, but it still hurt. Not surprising is that she acted like a saintly mother when Uncle Lee was around, which was very rarely now, seeing as he was constantly in meetings trying to close one business deal or another.

A sharp talon in my right shoulder brought me out of my dark musings. What was I thinking! This school was my future refuge from the hellish woman that I was forced to endure living with. So, with a false smile plastered on my lightly tanned face, I apologised quickly for taking so long, wished Em a good day, and then jumped out of her car like my life depended on it.

Well…in a sense, it does, I mused silently, while watching Em's sparkly whiter Mercedes peel away.

I watched my surroundings with half a mind as I meandered up to the main school doors of Meiou High. I still didn't have my uniform yet (Em claimed she was too "busy" to get it for my, the bitch!) so I had opted to wear something similar. A white blouse was tucked neatly into a very berry red skirt (unfortunately it wasn't pleated) that stopped modestly at my knees and floated daintily around them. White canvas shoes finished the look off, leaving my lightly tanned legs bared to the world.

As I entered the school, I was starting to feel glad I wasn't wearing the uniform, as I realised to my horror how short the skirts were. Call me old fashioned, but those types of skirts equalled "easy women" as mum would call them.

My mother and Uncle Lee had been brought up single handily by my grandmother, who was a firm believer that first impressions were everything. She instilled on them good manners, responsibility and respect for others as well as yourself. If grandma had been alive when Em came on the scene, she would have chewed that bitch up and spread her outside for the birds to feed on.

Coming reluctantly out of memory lane again, I looked around me to see where I was in the building. I was still on the first floor, though for the life of me, I couldn't spot a sign for the registry office. I was in luck though, because a teacher coming up the hall towards me must have looked up and recognised I wasn't apart of the school.

"This is a private school, miss. I will have to ask you to leave."

Drat! This was so not how I wanted my first day to go. Quickly explaining the reason I was here didn't seem to convince the guy much (my, someone got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning!) so before he could herd me out of the building, I whipped out the acceptance letter I got a few days ago along with my ID.

That seemed to do the trick…slightly, anyway. The male teacher still looked peeved and pointedly looked at what I was wearing.

"The uniform wasn't ready for me, sir," I offered with I'm-totally-innocent look.

"Well…at least you are smartly dressed…somewhat," he huffed back, before turning around and leading the way.

What the hell is up with these people! I thought darkly. I had a feeling that the teacher I was following didn't reckon much to the length of my skirt, the pervert!

That's it! As soon as I'm alone with either the receptionist or the principle, I'm gonna demand the male uniform, just to spite these bastards!

I usually never swear like this when I talk out loud or think, but when I'm riled it's a totally different matter. Once I found the registry office the teacher quickly left to wherever he was heading to in the first place. The people in this office were a hell of a lot kinder than that man was. The receptionist was a middle aged woman that looked prim and proper in her mauve skirt suit and black hair wrapped in a neat bun atop her little head.

As she collected my schedule and books, she chatted constantly about the goings on at the school, the top students, and how honoured they felt to have more foreign students like me coming here to enhance their education (those were the words she used, I kid you not!).

"Oh, dear," I suddenly heard the receptionist mutter from the back room, where she had disappeared to earlier, to find my (cringe) uniform.

"Is everything alright, ma'am?" I asked politely, trying to see her in the back.

When she came back out she had in her arms two neatly folded uniforms in clear wrap, freshly from the school machinists. I wondered what new tragedy had befallen me now by the distressed look on her pretty wrinkled face.

So being the kind girl I was, I encouraged her to tell me what was wrong. What I learnt made my first day go from bad…to brilliant! It turns out that dear Em had filled in my uniform application wrong, by ticking the wrong gender box. So now my plans on getting one up on the perverts of this school were looking brighter.

Mrs Receptionist looked a little shocked with my suggestion. However, when I explained I was uncomfortable wearing such short skirts (I threw in that my dearly departed mother had raised me differently) the old girl got this happy look on her face. When she finally handed me the uniforms, she leant in close and whispered in my ear that I wasn't the only one that thought that way, and with a sly wink she bid me a good day.

I changed in an empty girl's toilet after leaving the registry office. By then the halls were deserted and nearly quiet, which suited me just fine as I hurriedly went to my locker and dropped off my old clothes and spare uniform till later. The plum coloured trousers and jacket fit me like a dream, but unfortunately it came with no under shirt. I couldn't wear my blouse as it didn't look right, so I had to keep the jacket buttoned up to the throat least I flash the colour of my bra at people.

My home room was just up the corridor from my locker, so I didn't have far to travel. When I got there the male teacher was just starting the lesson. I suddenly felt nervous and hot when all eyes zeroed in on me as I boldly stepped into the classroom.

"And you are, miss…?" The teacher asked me puzzled. He was obviously unnerved that a female student came to class dressed as I was.

"Miss Lucy Marshall, sir," I offered as I handed over my hall pass and a note about my uniform.

"Welcome to Meiou, Lucy-san. I am Mr Namamuto and will be teaching you science and Japanese Literature. Please take a seat behind Ami-san."

The girl in question stood up when she heard her name being called. As I walked up her isle to the empty desk behind her, I took in her impish features. She was an inch or so smaller than me making her five foot four inches. Her black hair, which was in a pixie cut, had deep purple highlights that brought out the violet of her doe eyes and set off the oval f her face nicely. Her build was like mine, proportioned nicely and strong looking.

Ami grinned like the imp she was and said a quiet "hello" as I passed and took my seat. As soon as I did the entire class seemed to forget about me and the lesson continued. I just sat there quietly and took notes seeing as I didn't know what to do.

A balled up piece of paper landing on my desk sometime later pulled me out of the little daydream I was enjoying (who can resist Johnny Depp?). I had copied all the teachers notes quickly enough, so had let my mind wonder to the sound of the other student's scribbling.

Glancing around quickly to see if anyone was watching, I swiftly snatched up the paper ball and brought it into my lap. Unravelling it showed me it was a quickly written note. It was asking me if I wanted to hang out and have lunch together and at the bottom was the sender's name.

Ami, huh, I wondered to myself.

Sensing that the teacher was looking my way, I stuffed the note up my sleeve, picked up my pencil again, and flashed Mr Namamuto a reassuring smile. Once he turned back round to write on the green board again, I tapped Ami on the shoulder quickly and gave her the okay sign before going back to work.

I found out Ami lives up to her image. She's bright and bold, cheeky and inquisitive, and loves adventure. She was what my gloomy life needed – someone to cheer me up on my darkest days. Once lunch hour came round Ami gathered her belongings and motioned for me to follow her lead. Leaving the now noisy classroom behind we headed outside, where it was still sunny though a little on the cool side with it being spring still.

Ami wasn't like normal people. She didn't ask the typical questions like "how was I" nor "did I like Japan so far". It seemed as if she knew what I was feeling then, because she took me to a quiet place in the school quad and sat there silently eating her bento with this reassuring smile on her face.

I didn't have a big lunch, just a ham sandwich, an apple, and a bottle of water. I was finished before Ami and sat staring off into space for a while until I felt this urge to talk.

"My Uncle's wife is a bitch from hell."

I was so shocked I had said that (cussing aside) that I slapped a hand over my big mouth and looked at Ami with eyes that were going to pop out of my head any second. Ami had finished her food by then, so when she turned to me with her mouth hanging open in shock she didn't gross me out. Though when she suddenly burst out laughing I had to wonder what was so funny.

"I like you, Lucy!" Ami finally gushed while clapping me happily on the back. "I've got a good feeling we'll be great friends."

My hand dropped to my lap as I came to realise she was okay with my outburst and was serious with her prediction.

"Oh don't look so put out," Ami added once she had calmed down, though there was still laughter in her eyes. "I can tell you keep all your feelings and thoughts looked up, which is a bad idea by the way. Fear not though, because I'll teach you to stand up and be heard."

"Um…why go that far?" I asked sceptically. "We've only just met."

Wrapping an arm round my shoulders Ami pulled me close. "You're a loving and kind person, Lucy. I've seen people take advantage of others like you and crush them too. I don't want you to be another victim of others or the bitch."

I pulled away slightly so I could see her face. Her violet orbs were darker now, leading me to believe she was remembering something bad. "You were taken advantage of…right?"

"Yeah…by people I trusted," Ami spoke softly.

As I stared at her I noticed she had a whitish scar above her left eyebrow. It looked wide and straight, and if I hadn't been so close it would have stayed hidden by the shadow of her bangs. The feeling of Ami fingering my shoulder length hair brought my mind back into focus. My hair was dark blonde with lighter highlights. It was mostly straight, though tendered to curl at the ends.

"You have gold and red in your hair," Ami spoke with a childish wonder. "It's so pretty."

Blushing, I didn't have it in me to pull away. Besides, she was petting my hair like mum used to. I felt safe to think of mum now that I had an understanding friend beside me. "The gold and red come out more when I'm in the sun a lot."

Ami took my simple explanation with a smile and a nod. We spent the rest of our lunch break like that, talking quietly and enjoying each others company and the peace.

I settled into Meiou life a lot smoothly with Ami's help. In the first month I had been there the teachers and students had slowly come to terms with my preference to wearing the male uniform. Ami thinks it's a hoot and that she admits I look better in trousers than a skirt. Sometimes we'll freak the teachers and other students out by acting like a couple.

When I got to school that Monday morning, I had a feeling today was going to be different than the others. To start off, Ami didn't meet me at the school gates as she usually did. I found her having a heated one sided argument with a student I haven't seen before. I was guessing the guy was a part of our home room by how settled in he was at his desk.

"Ami," I suddenly admonished from the open doorway. "Keep nagging the poor guy like that and his ears will eventually fall off."

My friend instantly froze at the sound of my voice. She looked like the little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. The 'poor guy I had referred to darted his gaze from looking out the window and at me. I could see the unspoken question about my choice of dress, but chose not to enlighten him. If he turned out to be another pervert he wasn't getting anything from me, though with the way Ami and him had been interacting I was starting to believe they were friends at least.

"Oh…hi there, Lucy," Ami gushed once she snapped out of her shock. "Sorry I didn't meet you at the gate like usual. I got side tracked talking to Shuichi here."

I waved away her hurried apology as I took my seat. The weather was getting warmer now, so I had left part of my jacket unbuttoned. It showed I was wearing a white vest underneath. The rest of our class slowly trickled in after that, forcing Ami to leave Shuichi's side for her own desk in front of mine.

As the lessons before lunch period passed me by, I wondered what could've angered the normally fun loving Ami. She was the kind of person to never let anything bother her or drag her down. Looking at Shuichi out of the corner of my brown eyes, I tried to see if Ami's little scene had bothered him in any way. No such luck. He looked calm and cool as he sat there doing his work.

As if he felt my staring Shuichi's green eyes suddenly snapped in my direction. I was caught and couldn't will myself to look away. I felt like his eyes were pulling me in, picking my personality apart so he could get to the real me. I was frightened and intrigued at the same time. Something hitting my forehead hard brought me abruptly out of whatever spell Shuichi had me under. Rubbing my hurt, I looked in Ami's direction because I knew it had to have come from her and found her glaring at Shuichi.

"Is there something wrong, Miss Yamada?"

Seeing the teacher had noticed Ami wasn't doing her work, I prayed she wouldn't get into trouble.

"Nothing's wrong, sir," Ami replied with a suddenly beaming smile. "Just thought I saw a spider out the window."

That got a reaction from several girls in the class, mainly the ones sat next to the window in question. Once the teacher had the shrieking females calmed down he glared at Ami before ordering everyone back to work.

"Is Shuichi your boyfriend?" I suddenly asked at lunch.

We were sat under a tree this time, seeing as the quad was full with students taking advantage of and enjoying the warmth and sunshine.

"What!" Ami sputtered. Lucky for her I had waited till she finished eating to pose my question.

"Well…the way you argued with him and how he looked at me…well, is it true or not?"

Snorting softly, Ami seemed to glare at nothing in particular. "I wouldn't be that…beast's girlfriend if we were the last male and female on Earth!" A thoughtful look seemed to cross her face before she looked at me with near panicked eyes. "Oh my…you like him?"

Mouth flapping in shock at the notion, I couldn't' stop myself from smacking Ami on the arm. "Hell no! For one, I hardly know him from Adam, and two, he doesn't sit well with me. I mean someone that calm and quiet…seems to me they have a lot to hide."

Another snort from Ami. I caught her mumbling something like "you have no idea" but chose not to call her on what she said. I wanted to talk about something else other than Shuichi.

"Em's going with Uncle Lee on a business trip," I told her, remembering I was going to tell her that morning. "Wanna stop at my place for the next week or so?"

She looked wounded when she finally locked gazes with me. "I…I can't…sorry, Lucy."

Sitting there feeling a little disappointed, I waited for Ami to elaborate why she couldn't stay. And waited…and waited until the bell signalled that lunch was over. Unfortunately, by the time I bucked up the courage to ask her why she couldn't stop, we had already arrived at our home room, where Ami marched straight over to Shuichi and said something to him I couldn't catch, though by the tenseness of her body I could tell it wasn't anything good.

When Shuichi's shocking green eyes flickered to me, I knew they were talking about me. I had a feeling that he was the reason why Ami couldn't stop with me while my uncle and his wife were away.

Damn, I wish I hadn't brought it up now, I thought gloomily, while ignoring Shuichi's look as I took my seat. The rest of the school day I found myself unable to focus, as I worried over Ami and damned Shuichi for making my friend upset and me mad.