I don't own YuYu Hakusho, that privilege and pleasure belong both to Togashi Yoshihiro-san. And I thank him graciously for it and now without further ado….ENJOY THE FIC!

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Horror One: The House….

You had been sitting in the same car for around 8 hours straight. Currently your head was thrown back and to one side, one knee in the air supported by the seat in front of you, an arm resting on the knee and the other laying across your stomach. You'd fallen asleep for the umpteenth time only an hour ago.

"We're here!" the woman that you hated to call your mother said happily.

Slightly annoyed to hear her voice so happy and loud, you woke from your slumber and glanced out the window. From what you saw passing by, it seemed like an ok neighborhood…kinda dead and boring but that's because the only people you saw outside were toddlers and parents. You hated it already. Mediocre houses went by; some white, some brick, some yellow, one even a grayish blue. Your dad parked the van in front of a yellow house in the middle of the road you were on. You didn't even catch the road sign. It seemed alright…as far as average houses went. Your family wasn't exactly rich, but you weren't poor neither. You sighed; you hated leaving your friends behind. Despite where you'd been had been in the middle of nowhere, you still had some good friends there. But like the young teen you were, you had absolutely no say in the decision. You actually hated your mom for even posing the option even though she knew you knew you had no choice but to go. The bitch, you thought.
Your dad put the brakes on, slid the van into park, and cut the engine. The whole family filed out of the car, although you'd beg to argue the use of 'family'. First out was you dad, the tall six foot something man, then you mom, who you so spitefully called "Mommy Dearest". Next out was the two most annoying shit heads you had in your book, AKA your little brother and sister. Then was one of your older brothers and finally you. You looked around indifferently as you stretched out your limbs. After a few pops and cracks, you were limber once more and ready to trek through the house. You walked down to the end of the driveway and looked over the house.
The garage was a double, two-door brick attachment to the house. It came out a little further than the rest of the building. To the left of the garage was the front door and a narrow porch. Your 'family' was already crowding on the porch waiting for your dad to open the door. He did and you walked up the way and into the house after the others. Upon stepping through the door, you were immediately in the living room. About ten paces in and to the left of you was a small open space and a door. This would be used as a dinning room and the door led to, as your father said, the bonus room. To the right about a pace forward was the kitchen; a small one at that. There was a window in the kitchen that overlooked the air conditioning unit. As the rest looked among the first three meager spaces, you ventured on and went into the back rooms. Two and a half steps past the kitchen was a small full bathroom to the right. You peeked in; sink, mirror, toilet, bath and shower. You went on to the end of the short hall where there was a corner and then a room a bit to the left. The master bedroom, you figured. You walked in it was only a bit bigger than your last room you had before moving. The bathroom was the same size as the one you passed but it did have double closets. A whole wall of closed actually. Not much of a walk in, more like a step in and walk across. But why were you complaining? It wasn't going to be your room.
You walked out and to the right of you was another two rooms. The first, beside the master bedroom, was smaller and also had a full wall of double closets but only one window as the master bedroom had two. Yawning boredly, you continued to the last bedroom. Nothing special at all. Right next to the door to the left was a single small closet and straight ahead was a window. It was the smallest of all the rooms yet. You heard feet behind you and knew that the others were checking out the back rooms too. You sighed and went back towards the kitchen and saw the garage door. You opened it and stepped into the concrete box. There was a hook up for a washer and dryer in the far right corner, small engines for the automatic door opener, a water heater of sorts and that's all that stood out because it was, in fact, empty. You walked back into the kitchen and closed the door behind you then went to the bonus room door.
Your old house had been a comfortable two story. You loved the stairs. Often you'd fall asleep on the dividing platform or play with your cat, which to your dismay and mommy dearest's mirth you had to get rid of. Every cat you ever had mysterious got loose or killed. One cat did you proud, scared mommy dearest real good. But, like every other cat, was booted out the house. It was actually funny looking back on it. You'd brought another cat to the front door but you noticed that Kittie, wasn't too pleased with her. You let her go but dumbass mommy dearest told you to bring it back. Kittie was pissed and knew exactly who to go after to express her point. Quite literally. She turned on mommy dearest and she ran through the house screaming. Her dumbass had locked my brother and I out the house and still called for help. Eventually, she managed to trap the cat in the welcome area that separated the front door and garage from the rest of the house. The cat was like a fluffer; her fur stood on end as she let the anger slip away with her being frustrated at having been trapped. We had to get rid of her, but she did me damn proud; cut up mommy dearest's ankle real good. Now she's afraid of all my cats .

"Can't wait for the rest of us can you?" the voice you hated with a passion sounded off.
You growled lowly, "Well you people move to slow."
"We are not 'people' we are your damn family and you will speak to me in that manner, damn it."
"Whatever," you said boredly, tuning her out to the best of your ability.

Without even waiting for her, you opened the door and stepped in. There was a square or nothing and then to the right a flight of stairs went straight up, not around the corner like your old house, and there was no landing to snooze on. With a heavy sigh, you began up the stairs. You leaned on the chest high wall that stopped people from falling down the stairs while in the room and looked around. It was the biggest in the house, most certainly. Two windows side by side, two ceiling fans, and a hexagonal-shaped room. More like a prism, too, though. You kinda liked it. It was as separate from the rest as you were going to get and it was big enough to house your large bed and furniture and still have room to spare.

"Dibs on this room," you said boredly and sat on the floor in the middle of the room, proving your claim.

The rest of your family came up the stairs and looked around. The annoying pests ran around and mommy dearest looked out the window. Your older brother tried to stake his claim but you already had it. You laid back on the floor and crossed your arms behind your head and stared at the ceiling. Your dad appeared in your view and playfully stepped on your stomach.

"You like?" he asked.
"Its fine I guess, long as I get this room," you replied.

Your dad and eldest brother were the only two people you actually loved like family. There were five kids in all, you being the middle child. You were most like your father and eldest brother, so they somewhat had an understanding to you, therefore you had a stronger bond with them. The others, as far as you cared, could burn in hell. Mommy dearest and you never got along. You had nothing in common, she insulted you ever chance she got, she didn't give a shit who you were as long as you respected her. But to get respect you must also give it, correct? She couldn't dish any out so neither could you. Your father gave you enough respect and said it was to cover for mommy dearest, but you'd be damned if you let it work like that. The most his respect got her was you not cussing her out or just leaving the whole damn family.

"This'll be James' room," mommy dearest said.
"What the-" you started, pissed already.
"But has already called for it," your dad said hushing you.
"I don't care. James is the oldest and biggest so he get the big room."

You growled and mumbled curses under your breath. You got up and left the rest. You mumbled something about being in the car to your dad and went down the stairs, two at a time, as you always did. You walked straight out the house and leaned against the back of the van.

"Damn bitch…always trying to piss me off….oh how I fucking hate her guts…and her scent…oh my god!" you muttered.

You went on talking and mumbling to yourself how she must wake up everyday looking for new ways to piss you off that you didn't notice someone calling to you. You looked up to see a really tall guy with orange hair and black eyes. He had on a pair of blue jeans and a loose white t-shirt that said "Dir En Grey" on it and a picture of five guys. He called out to you again.

"Hey, you're new here, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yeah," you said and began walking down the driveway to meet him.
"So what's your name? I'm Kuwabara."
". Nice to meet you. I was thinking I'd be the only teen here, thank god I'm not," you said.
"Yeah. I've got some other friends I could take you to meet sometime later when you're all settled in. you know, help you get a feel for the neighborhood, and hang out with," Kuwabara said.
"That'd be cool, great, thanks Kuwabara," you smiled to him.
"Not a problem, anything to help a cutie like yourself," he winked at you.
You tittered a bit, "Thanks, I guess."
"Do you know when you'll be moving in? Maybe I can get the guys and we could help you hook up your room or something," Kuwabara said.
"I think it'll be on Thursday. Yeah, that's when the movers will get here with my stuff."
"Cool so I'll see you on Thursday," he said.
"Yeah, Thursday it is," you smiled. "Later Kuwabara."
"Bye ," he waved and continued on his way.

You sauntered back up the driveway thinking to yourself. Not bad, you thought. He seems nice. Wonder who his friends are, what they look like. Go , not even twenty minutes here and you already got a friend. You laughed to yourself for the stupid cheer. Then smiled to yourself, that boy, Kuwabara had actually made you forget you were mad at mommy dearest. But as soon as you thought it, your anger and hatred for her flared back to life. You scowled and was about to mumble to yourself when your father called you in.

"Yes?" you called back.
"You get to have the room," he said, "But after your brother moves out."
"But, that'll take forever!" you protested.
"He said he plans to move very soon," he reassured tiredly.

Your said older brother came out then. You glared at him.

"Fine, I guess you don't want the room," he said. "I was gonna let you have it."
"How do you mean?" you asked.
"I don't need a big room since I'm moving out soon anyway. Besides, all that stuff you got will be a pain to carry up and down the stairs when I leave," he explained.
"What's the deal? You're never this giving," you said suspicious.
"No deal, no gimmicks. Just the room," he said.
"Fine," you said, still untrusting, "I'll take the room."

Needless to say you didn't exactly trust everything your family had to say. All, except your eldest brother and father, had lied to you numerous times before so you grew quite fed up with it. You trusted your mom less than you'd trust a million serial killers. Actually, you could count on them to do their job, but never mommy dearest. Maybe its best that your childhood remain a black fuzz to you. Perhaps its better not knowing your fatalistic, demoralized mind could have once been innocent not too long ago. Your memory cut off from you about around the age of 13; you were now 16. The rest is just a blur, you can't remember a single thing from your so-called childhood. Even home videos don't stir anything. You were pretty sure that you had started your moral degradation around the age of 8 but couldn't quite remember. So you didn't dwell or bother to strain. If you couldn't remember it, you shouldn't. Makes no difference now then it did three years ago.
But still, you wondered what could have made your brother change his mind. You knew for sure it wasn't anything mommy dearest said, and you doubt your father had anything to do with it. You were absolutely positive it wasn't out of the goodness of his heart. Something was up…something you weren't sure of yet. But you still accepted the room. It was after all, the one you'd chosen. No need to let your paranoia get the best of you yet.

"Alright, lets head back to the hotel and then on Thursday we move in," you dad said and got everyone out the house and into the car.

You got back in to your seat, which was still warm, and reclined back. Thinking about how much you trusted your family, how much you hated mommy dearest, and who Kuwabara would bring for you to meet. Before you could get far in your thoughts, mommy dearest addressed you. You ignored her at first, your eyes being closed feigning sleep.

"I know you're awake, you little shit. I hope you're happy to get the room you wanted," she said.
"If that's what you wanna call it, knock yourself out," you said.

Please do, save me the trouble, you thought. You couldn't help it, a smile came to your face when you thought of teaching her a thing or two. You mind raced and went back to the day Kittie attacked her. Kittie was no doubt one of your favorite cats. She was a full black cat with yellowish green eyes. None of your cats had ever been fixed or declawed. Aside from the constant being in heat thing, you loved the claws. You often played rough with them, getting scratched and bleeding every now and again. But the thought of Kittie sinking her nails into mommy dearest's ankle brought you such joy. You knew you'd never get the chance, unless you really lost it one day, which you didn't doubt would happen, so you envied that cat to no end. She may be gone, but she is still with you. Mommy dearest saw you smiling and inquired as to why.

"Why are you so happy?"
"Just thinking back to how I used to play with Kittie on the stairs," you said uncaringly, even though you were thinking of dealing pain to her.
"Oh, that black bitch," she scoffed, "Good riddance."
"Funny how she did just seem to disappear," you said bitterly.
"Must have gone out the door," mommy dearest replied just as bitter.
"Just like all my other cats," you glared.
"Keep it up and I'll make your life a living hell," she nearly spat at you through the rear-view mirror.
"Enough, just stay quiet," you dad said tiredly.

Mission accomplished, bitch, you thought. I already live in Hell. Having to smell your scent, hear your annoying screech of a voice…I'm sure I'd melt or burn like acid if you touched me. Your thoughts continued to wander as you closed your eyes and drowned out everything else. A song popped up in your head so you sung it to yourself.
Your father was always breaking up possible fights when he was around. When he wasn't, you had to count on yourself not to go at her with a hammer or anything else, damage causing and easy to reach, like a screwdriver. You smiled as you pictured hacking her away with a hammer. Then scattering severed limbs in different places…like down the toilet, into the food processor, into a wood chipper, and then setting whatever was left on fire. Ah, but alas, you can't do that until you truly go mad, and uninhibited. When you lose control over your building insanity. When she or her little piss-off daughter push you over that last edge. You were on the edge of the edge; it couldn't be much longer now.

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Joanna: That was chapter one, just an intro so you could get a feel for the house. Next chapter you move into your room and meet Kuwabara's friends. Weird things may start happening, but I won't spoil anything.
Read and review! And if you're wondering this is not a reader Kuwabara fic! I don't know if there will be a relationship yet. But its definitely not with Kuwabara.