A/N: Hi all and welcome to the very first fic I have ever posted onto this site! I'm actually going back on my oath that I would never post anything without having finished the story first, but at the rate I'm going, if I stick to that method I will finally get a story posted in around 2025! So I am starting this, a new story, and updating it as I write it! This story has been pretty insistent about getting its face out there! I know here its going and, provided I don't get bored, it will be a long one! If bad language offends, turn away now! Oh, and there wont be pairing in this story but I think that by the end of it, you will definitely get the idea on who will eventually become the pairing! Hope you enjoy!
Summary: Raika was pretty paranoid once she realised that Yusuke Urameshi and co. had begun following her and her family. All she wanted was to live quietly with her psychotic family in peace! Was that too much to ask?? But with the Spirit Detectives eyes focussed on her and her brothers, she realises that her family secret is not going to stay secret for much longer! I am not planning a pairing for this part of the story, but in the next story there will be, provided my characters don't rebel against me! (Does anyone else ever feel that we don't write the characters, but they write themselves? Sometimes I feel like I have no control over them!
Chapter one
Will I tell you what the nicest, warmest, cosiest part of the day is? You know when you just wake up on a slow rainy day, and you can hear the soft patter of the rain on the window? When you're so snug and comfortable and built inside your vary own protective cocoon where no one can reach you and your mind is blissfully blank and empty, a place where you can simply exist. Yeah, that was me right now…Or it would have been if I couldn't hear my twin brother Raikou snoring louder than an air jet taking off beside me…Or the sound of one of my other brothers screaming at whoever had stolen the bathroom when he had clearly called it first at the top his voice just outside my door. Oh, and the sound of yet another brother catching his toe on the corner of the bed and giving the whole house a brilliant show of his colourful vocabulary. But besides all that, I was all cosy in my bed without a care in the world…honestly! BANG!
"RISE AND SHINE O FRUITS OF MY LOINS!!"
….Okay just forget about it! Hell, it was exactly like any other morning in my damn house! Loud, uncomfortable and crowded, with the mandatory punch up between which ever happened to be my more grumpier of brothers, Raikou waking me up with the fog horn lodged in his throat at an ungodly hour and my lunatic of a Dad making some weird comment with his uncanny ability to make even the most loose and carefree of people to go silent and stare at their shoes. Bloody family!
"Shut up Dad!" I growled in a failed attempt of trying to be threatening but the lunatic was unstoppable in the morning.
Dad reached Raikou first and pulled his warm cover off him. I clapped my hands over my ears at the predicted shriek as Raikou shrieked at the sudden drop of temperature.
"WHAT THE HELL DAD!!" Raikou, one of my many brothers and twin (unfortunately) hopped onto his feet onto his bed, brandishing a fist at Dad who just stood there in his annoyingly innocent way, meek smile and a "who, me?" look plastered on his face. I eyed him warily as he turned his attention to me. I clutched my blanket protectively. Not this morning.
"Are we going to have to do this the hard way Raika?" Dad asked me, hands clasped in front of him, preparing for his daily ritual torture.
I narrowed my eyes and grasped my warm, warm blankets tighter. He didn't grab my bloody blanket. He just tipped my entire mattress over!!
"WAAAAHH!" I yelled as I fell hard on my ass, and lets not leave this important detail out, the floor was fucking freezing!!
"OKAY! I'm up Dad, I'm up!" Me and Raikou glared as we watched our mental Dad fist the air in victory and took out the dreaded Notebook.
"Hahah! Kids 0 Me, great Master and benefactor 430! Once again I got you all up off your lazy asses! GODS I am just fabulous!" I glared as coldly as I could from my rumpled state on the ground, my long black and most likely horribly tangled hair covering my eyes.
"Dad?"
"Yes, oh loser daughter of mine?"
"…Just go and make breakfast…"
"Of course!!" he proclaimed, hands on hips in a classic Super-hero pose.
He marched out of my room, leaving the door open to the elements and stomped loudly down the stairs.
"And if you all aren't down here in ten minutes, I'm coming back up with the hose!"
My eyes widened…He wasn't joking! I learned that the hard way last week. Shuddering from the memory, I glanced out of my door, squatted on my bedroom floor to see the varying zombified forms of my brothers queuing outside the bathroom. Besides having a psycho for a Father, that was one the worst downsides of living in a family with six children! Getting to the bathroom first could only be accomplished with knives, arsenic and a heavy duty tank and calling in several favours to God and possibly the Devil! Sighing, I pulled myself to my feet and slumped across the tiny bedroom I share with my twin brother. I couldn't really complain about that though. My three other brothers had to share a room that was only a little bit bigger than this one! I got an INFINTE amount more of privacy than they do! We only lived in a three bedroom house, and with a total of seven people in the house, we all had to make our little sacrifices…Developing super human bladder control being one of them!
Kicking Raikou out of the room and slamming the door behind him, I dejectedly put on the Blue monstrosity that was my school uniform, equipped with cliché perverted skirt, and sailor type top. I still prided myself on one thing however. I didn't care how much detention I got (not that it really mattered. Who actually went to detention?), I will NEVER wear that yellow neckerchief! Ever. Still, the uniform did not suit me! I managed to look swallowed by the thing! I don't know how the other girls managed to get that form fitting sleakness, but we sure as hell don't buy our uniforms in the same place because my uniform seems to just…hang on me. Okay, it didn't help that had all the curves of a ironing board but still! It defied the laws of physics!
I sighed. My name is Raika Wakahisa, and I am disturbingly average looking. Glowering at my image in the mirror, I brushed my long, straight hair back over my eyes and proceeded to fight my never ending battle with tangles, a battle I fear shall never truly be won. Yeah, I was about as average as dishwater! If I were a dog, I'd be that scruffy looking mongrel that is so interbred that it has no breed! The types which frequent dumps a lot. And ya know, that wouldn't be a problem for me. Really, I don't really care about my looks at all, if it weren't for one thing. Apparently, all my brothers were blessed with the beauty in the genetic lottery, because most of my days are spent glaring at their fan club and going over my daily insult quota by a long shot! Now riddle me this! Why the hell is my entire family a pack of God damned Adonis and here I am, an insignificant Echo! I'm known only as the Wakahisa boys' little sister! Another on of life little jokes.
Just like how it landed me as the only girl in a huge family of men! It meant that I couldn't even fix my average looks with makeup like other sane girls do! Because the moment I put on even a hint of lipstick, ill have all five of my brothers swarming me demanding to know who I was trying to impress, if I had a boy friend, what was his name, until they got into such hysterics that they would go hunting again. Oh yes, this has happened before. Poor Yuki. All he did was ask for a loan of a pencil. And the whole fiasco ended in suspensions for all, and all because I dared to ware a bit of lip gloss. I have since learned my lesson.
With a hearty sigh, I pulled my door open and pushed my way past Raikou to head downstairs.
"Took your bloody time Raika!"
"Go screw yourself Raikou! Because no else will!"
After my morning pleasantries with my dearest twin, I made my way through my tiny house, and into our small but very used kitchen, most of which was taken up by the large circular table in the middle to accommodate all seven of us. Slumping onto my chair, several eggs, bacon and other artery clogging grease was piled onto my plate by Dad, who was equipped with apron, chef's hat and oven mitts, even though he didn't need them! I tucked into it quickly, in a vain attempt to kick start my still sleeping brain.
Looking to my right, I wasn't surprised to see my oldest brother Arashi bright eyed and bushy tailed as always. The crazy man was quite evil and demented, she was certain of it. No one who got up at the ungodly hours that he did could be sane. He looked as immaculate as always, his slightly darker uniform ironed and neat, a male replica of her own. At nineteen, he was in his final year in high school, but since the Junior High and Senior High were all under the same school, Sarayashiki high, and they all even had their classes in the same building. Arashi was always so stoic intense, and while the entire school fawned over him like lost puppies (Oh Arashi you're so smart! Oh Arashi you're so strong! Oh Arashi, blah blah and blah!), most people couldn't hold a conversation with him. Raika knew why they couldn't though. Arashi took eye contact to hold other level. He didn't even blink! Raika found it hilarious, and knew for a fact that he did it purely for intimidation purposes.
To Arashi's right, looking far more human with black circles around his eyes and munching dazedly on cornflakes and orange juice (he hadn't realised that there was no milk yet) was the middle kid, sixteen year old Ikazuchi who was by far the worst out of the lot of us when it came to mornings. Ikazuchi or simply "Ika" which we all had abbreviated out of annoyance many years before, was in the year ahead of myself and Raikou and was the schools' veteran "Mr. Athletic". He was the best at any sport he took his mind to. Captain of the swim team, the track team, the football team, the basketball team...unfortunately, what he made-up for in athletics, he lacked in the brains department. All of his siblings had agonised for hours with him, attempting to explain this maths problem, or that Chemistry formula, just to keep him passing, keep him afloat. He tried his best, but most of the time, it never clicked. The school let him away with a lot, with the amount of awards and wins he brought in for them, but eventually the school would be unable to turn a blind eye and Raika dreaded that day.
"Morning Raika…" Arashi murmured quietly, eyes reading the morning newspaper carefully.
"Mornin' Arashi. Disgustingly awake as always I see?"
"Yup. Say morning to your sister Ika!" said Arashi with a sharp thump to his brothers' arm.
"Nyargh!"
I assumed that that translated as "Greeting dearest sister. Salutations. Now leave me alone before I put this butter knife into an unpleasant orifice".
I gave a final yawn and a hearty shake, chomping on a slice of toast, watching the last of my dear brethren stumble into the kitchen. I took in Raikou and Kaze, my second oldest brother, both of whom were still in their pyjamas. Great! If I stall I might be able to skip school so long as Arashi, Ika and Shusui, the last of my brothers, go on ahead without me. Arashi, Ika and Shusui where always the go getters of the family in school. Arashi with general bossiness lead the pack, Ika with his amazing physical condition and Shusui, my mild tempered seventeen year old sibling, headed up the brains department. They were the achievers and were appropriately worshipped as Gods in the school. But me, Raikou and Kaze? We were different. We had nothing great going for us in either of those fields. We probably could if we tried but that was where we were so different to the others. We were lazy bums. Slackers. If we did bother going to school, we were sleeping for most of it. Well, we made up for it where it counted.
"Dad? We have training today?" I asked, gulping back some orange juice. We all turned as one to Dad who was cleaning some pots in the sink, luminous rubber gloves and all. He turned in one swift motion. It was always in moments like these that we all were reminded that beneath the insanity, hilarity and weirdness that was our Dad, he was so much more than that. Hell, when he wanted to be, like he was now, Dad could look intimidating in a floral pattered apron and yellow rubber gloves.
"Yes Raika, you know damned well that we have training today! And if you, Raikou or Kaze are late like you were last week, there will be repercussions!" said Dad, eyes flashing. All three of us nodded slowly, looking back at our breakfasts until we heard Dad whistling again. That meant we were in the all clear. Kaze was the first to break the silence.
"Hey Dad? Can we take the contacts out when we get home? They are really starting to bug me!"
"You know the answer to that."
"But Dad, come on! We'll be at home! And besides, I think I'm fucking allergic to the bloody new hair dye you got!"
"Watch your tongue! And really? Your roots showing already?" asked Dad, looking at Kaze's scalp carefully. And yes, there it was, a minute line of white showing at the very edge.
This was the one place where I wasn't quite so average. Most girls didn't have to dye their hair once a week so that no one would notice their white roots. Most girls didn't have to ware coloured contacts to hide the true pigment devoid coloured eyes. Most girls didn't have to train three times a week just so that they didn't blow up random buildings when they sneezed. Most girls didn't have to move every three years when their fathers got too paranoid to be around any longer.
Shusui snorted and raised his hand, drawing electrons around the space in his hand together, spinning them faster and faster, gathering them further and more compact together, his hand forming a small, highly charged electrical ball out of thin air.
"Yeah, I'm itching for a bit of a train. I'm starting to get a little angsty with all the pent up energy I've been storing this week!" The ball was absorbed into the skin of his hand, causing a shudder to pass visibly through Shusui.
Most girls didnt ahve conversations like these at breakfast. That is because most girls and their family aren't Lightning demons!
A/N: So this is the beginning! Yes, I realise it is a bit boring, but I need everyone to get a feel of all the characters, as all the brothers are going to be fairly prominant figures in the story! Hope you enjoy! ANd now the madatory begging! Please review! I would like your opinions, whether they are good or bad!