We don't own YYH...This is just for fun... And the dots in the story shows time skips...on with the story... Never mind I found out how to make the little line that separates the story...I will use that for time skips instead hope that okay...anyway thanks for reading
Shortly after leaving the apartment of Mr. Smith, Shiori Minamino started heading to her car when she remembers that her eldest son wanted her to check in with him when the meeting with her newest case was over.
While thinking 'My boy is such a worry wart' she takes out her phone and dials his number. She waits for him to answer the phone and, of course, he picks it up on the first ring.
"Hello mother. Did your meeting go well?"
"Oh Shuichi, the girl is just adorable! Her name is Suri... Her file says she refuges to go by her last name. She's probably about the size of your friend Hiei maybe a tad bit shorter and her eyes... They are the most enchanting shade of blue. I can't even describe them to you. It almost made it hard to look her in the eye. And she is such an eccentric child. She'll just start laughing at nothing. In fact she started laughing so hard she fell out of her chair during breakfast."
Chuckling from his mom's enthusiastic description of the girl, 'Fell out the chair during breakfast?' "I'm glad you like her mother. She sounds like an interesting girl."
"Shuichi she really is. I got to talk to her for a little while with it just being me and her. She told me a little about her past. The poor girl, it seems like she has never had a stable home before. It seems like the system just tossed her around and stuck her where ever they could."
On the other end of the phone Shuichi could almost feel the sadness his mother felt for the girl.
"What's her foster family like?" He asked as a way of distracting his mother from her saddened thoughts.
"..."
"Mother is everything alright?"
"Yes, everything's fine it's just...Her foster family is really a foster parent and I'm not sure how to describe him. It's just like there's something off about him. Like there's something hiding beneath the surface. He was perfectly polite, but the way the two interacted in front of me...just ...well it just seemed fake.
"And the girl has been there for two months and the man hasn't even begun the paperwork to enroll her in school. I told him that I would bring over all the documents to get her started at the closest school...He almost seemed nervous about that. ...Maybe I'm just reading too much into the situation."
"Maybe they're just finding it difficult to adjust to life as a new family."
"Perhaps." She replied uncertainly. Saying quick good byes, Shiori hoped that nothing else was going on in the little girl's new home.
"Ahh-Choo!"
Darn it! What the heck is going on? I've been sneezing ever since I left the apartment. I remember hearing something about people sneeze whenever someone else talks about them. That makes me a bit paranoid. I mean if someone talking about you makes you sneeze, couldn't your enemies use this as a weapon and devise a plot against you?
All they would need to do is stalk you; wait until your alone carrying something up a flight of stairs. Then discretely say a few sentences about you. These few sentences causes you to sneeze, and this sneeze (that was planned by your enemies) causes you to lose your balance and because of the stuff your carrying, you can't catch yourself as you fall and because you can't catch yourself, you crack your skull open on the stairs. Thus killing you because the only ones there that could help you are your enemies and they panned the whole thing, so they're not going to help you.
Maybe there's some way I can use this idea to my advantage in the future. I'll need someone to test it out on though. Suddenly all the thoughts that were flying threw my head stop and I find myself on the ground.
"Hey! Watch where your... Oh I'm sorry little girl. Are you alright?"
Blinking up from my place on the ground, I see a very tall man with a mop of orange hair standing over me looking like he doesn't know whether to help me up or call an ambulance. I know to most people I look fragile, but this dude seriously looks like he's about to panic.
"I'm fine carrot top." Is my reply as I bring myself to a sitting position.
"Are you sure? Where's your mommy and daddy? Do you need...Wait, who you are calling carrot top!? You runt your supposed to show your elders some respect!"
Wow that took him a whole minute there. "First off, I'm calling you Carrot top, Carrot top."
Then looking him straight in the eye I say, "Secondly, I. . . I. Am. Not. A. Little. Kid. I. Am. Fifteen." I make sure to enunciate every word to insure that the idiot gets it.
"..." There's a pause of silence then "Your fifteen?! That's impossible. You're the size of a grade schooler! Ahhh! HAHAHAHAH!"
Growling under my breath, I send the big idiot my best death glare, but the glare is wasted because he is laughing too hard to see me. I'm about to make him cry like a grade schooler, but I hear magical music and that makes me stop. Apparently, Carrot top hears the music as well because he stops laughing.
Looking up we both see an ice cream truck parked over in a little space reserved for it.
"Man I want some ice cream." Carrot top whines.
"So do I."
"I don't have any money though."
"Neither do I...but I know how we can get some." I say with an evil smirk.
"W-what do you mean?" he asked nervously.
Jumping off the ground I tell him just to follow my lead and take off to the most populated part of the park.
...
"Are you sure about this?" Carrot Top asks me for the up-tenth time.
"Yes! I'm sure." I say rolling my eyes way to the back of my head. "You want some ice cream don't you? Well that requires money and in order to get that money we need to do this. Besides I do this stuff all the time, so trust me."
"If you do this all the time, why do you need my help?"
This question causes another eye roll and a glare. "I don't need your help. But if you want me to split the cash with you, you're gonna need to do some of the work!"
"Fine. Fine. No need to get snippy."
"Shut Up!"
Letting out a startled squeak, Carrot Top complies with my request. We're now standing in the middle of the park. There are packed benches in front of us and groups of people walking and talking around us. Because of all the people, it's the best place to make some cash.
Handing him my bag, I begin to look around inside. I have both of my arms and my head inside the bag searching before the idiot notices something strange about it and starts shouting.
"What the heck?! What's wrong with your bag?! It looks like its eating you!"
Rolling my eyes, I'm starting to think they'll get stuck in the back of my head, I say, "Shut up! There's nothing wrong with my bag. I just put a spell on it so it would hold more stuff... Ah ha found it!"
Emerging from my backpack, I victoriously hold up my awesome black top hat with neon color stars. I put the stars on myself with puffy paint; the hat itself I got at a garage sell years ago and the owner just gave it to me.
Looking up, I see Carrot Top staring at me. "What? Got a problem with my hat?"
"What do you mean you put a spell on your bag? Isn't that something witches do?"
"I am not a witch! I am a magician. One that can do real magic!"
I say the last part with a smile and a little bragging. Out of all the people I've met, and trust me that's a lot of people, I'm the only one that can do real magic. "B-but magic isn't real." he said but doesn't seem too sure of himself.
"Says who? The only reason no one believes in magic is because they've never seen it and even if people see it they still won't believe it because they can't explain it."
Looking him in the eye I say, "I'm about to use your help to put on a real magic show. Not something with a bunch of smoke and mirrors. All these people here will think that it's cool, but they will never believe that it's real. They'll applaud, think it's cool. Some will even give us some cash thinking we're regular street performers, but none of them will believe it's real." By the end of this explanation I'd become a little depressed.
"Hey. Look your right I don't believe in magic, but I've never thought that it could be real... Well I guess I did when I was a kid, but I grew out of it when I got older because I never got to see the real thing. All of these people probably are the same way. I'm an open minded person. How about while we do this show you show me real magic and make me believe in it again? Look around there are little kids here who probably still believe and if nothing else maybe the show can keep them believing a little longer."
This guy is really sweet and his words do make me feel better; he's also really fun to tease.
"Man you really want that ice cream, huh?" I say with a signature eyebrow raise.
He pauses for a sec then I see his eye twitch and I start the mental countdown.
3-2-1...
"Grrrrrr...I can't believe you! You're an ungrateful little brat! I say all that sentimental crap and made myself look like an idiot for nothing!" He yells.
Chuckling, I say "Yeah. How about we get this show on the road?"
Still grumbling, I can't believe how easy it is to mess with this guy, he gestures for me to start.
I begin to draw the crowed towards us by waving my hat around and raising my voice to yell, "For all those who wish to be amazed, gather around! For those who are not afraid to believe the unbelievable, gather around! For those who are just bored, come gather around!"
Smiling, I see the crowds of spectators start to gather around us. I hear children urging their weary parents to hurry because they want to see what the little girl with the silly hat is doing. I twitch a little at that last part.
Once there are enough people around I toss my hat way up into the air murmuring a mirage spell. The air fills with hundreds of brightly colored butterflies that appear to becoming from my hat.
Mirage and invisibility spells are my favorite. With the mirage spell as long as I have the mental image in my head, I can make everyone see what I want them to, but as I watch I see as one of my butterflies lands on a baby's face. I am reminded that not only can people see these images I make, but they can also touch them as well. I'm not really sure how it works; all I know is that it's cool.
Turning towards my partner I see he's memorized by the butterflies. I hate to interrupt his fun…..not really the dude is supposed to be helping out. Elbowing him in the stomach I get him to bend down.
"Okay. You're going to cuff your hand together down at my height. I'm going to step in them then you're going to launch me into the air around where you think the hat is going to land. Got it?"
"I can't throw you. You're a girl."
Narrowing my eyes, "I'm not your average girl and you will do it. Understand?" I spit out the sentence from my mouth while sending him my death glare. This time my glare has the desired effect.
Making a loud gulping noise he nods his head and cuffs his hands together.
Stepping into his hands I look him in the eyes, "Thanks for the pep talk earlier." I say with a smile.
Grinning like a fool he replies with a quick, "No problem."
And with that, I'm in the air. I'm a bit surprise the fool can throw me so high, but it might just be one of those all brawn no brain things.
I do an impressive three back flips in the air and am surprised to see he manage to throw me right in front of where my hat landed.
Picking up the hat, I dust off a few of the butterflies that are left on the rim, wave my hand over it a few times while murmuring another mirage spell. Putting the hat back on the ground leaving the inside facing the side, I smile to the audience and watch their faces as they look on in amazement as a white sign, like the ones they used in the old Saturday morning cartoons, springs up from inside the hat.
The sign reads: Please Give Money To Help Magician Feed Her Giant Assistant
Chuckling, people started tossing money into the hat and the show was only just beginning.
...
"So do you believe in real magic now?" I asked while we sat on a park bench enjoying our ice cream.
When the show was over, we used the money to get us both an ice cream cone, and then we split the rest. I now had enough money to buy me a decent meal tonight, but I need to find a place to crash before it gets dark.
"Yes! That was so awesome! How did you make that guys hair turn blue? And where did all those butterflies come from? Can you do it again? Please do it again." he begged.
"That's good that you believe, but sorry can't tell. It's not that I won't, it's just that I can't explain it. And no, I'm not doing it again. Your cone is melting so either eat the rest or throw it away." I said pointing to where his cone was dripping down his arm.
"Aww Crap! Hold on, I'll be right back!" He said while running behind the tree next to us where the closest trash can is.
From behind the tree, I hear him yell out, "What's your name?"
Getting up, I call over my shoulder, "My name is Suri."
Walking in the other direction, I lick some of my ice cream and don't hear him reply, saying that his name is Kazuma Kuwabara.