Sadly, once again…I don't own YuYu Hakusho. Stop bringing it up! ::crys::
If you had a choice between a shovel or a wig, what would you choose?
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Sunlight shined through the window, announcing a new day. Julie stretched, and pushed back the covers, yawning as she went to the bathroom. No matter how hectic her life seemed, the world always moved on. There was always a new day, a new beginning. When things got rough, she felt safe falling back on that confidence.
Julie used the bathroom, washed her hands and face, and proceeded to the kitchen. She wasn't really hungry, but some food in her belly would help energize her. She needed some energy. She hadn't slept that well.
Done fixing her cereal, she walked to the living room, sat on the couch, and thought her previous day over. While thinking, she noticed the room was trashed. Her mother probably had one of her fits again, and now she was stuck with the mess.
She stared down at her bowl, watching the cereal float around. The room wasn't the only mess. Her life was also one, too. How was she going to work training around her regular life? And what about this tournament? She wasn't too thrilled about having to fight, possibly kill someone. And how was she going to explain her absences to her mother? Her mom wouldn't even let her out of the house without a good reason. She liked Julie home so she had someone to take her rage out on.
Julie stared angrily at her cereal. Everything was her fault in this house. Every worry or trouble was caused by her. Her existence had caused universal disaster. It was never her mom's own fault or the booze's fault. Just hers.
She blinked and felt a tear run down her face. "I hate crying," she thought as she angrily wiped at it. Crying made her feel weak and being weak made her dependant. And she never wanted to have to depend on her mother or anyone else that could hurt her.
Julie sighed and stood-up. She'd barely eaten any of her cereal. "So much for that idea," she whispered while walking back to the kitchen. She drained her bowl and threw away the cereal bits caught in the drain stopper. Her head was starting to hurt again. "Ugh," she muttered. This day wasn't starting out good. The only thing she could think of that would help was a scented bath, and she happily obliged. The living room would just have to wait until she was done.
Walking to the bathroom, she didn't even notice the shadow lingering in the tree outside the window.
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Hiei leaned back on the branch, surveying the land. Even he had to comment on its beauty. The pastures were a healthy green and horses grazed in one of them. Large oaks and pines bordered the pastures.
But it wasn't his job to look at flowers all day. He was here to protect the girl and to make sure she didn't know he was here. It would lead to too many questions and topics which Koenma didn't want her to know about, yet.
He heard water running and assumed she was bathing. If she was, then he'd have the opportunity to survey the house. Earlier that morning, she'd been sleeping too shallowly for him to do much except watch. He knew that if he was going to protect her, he'd have to know all means of escape and entrance, though he doubted that he would be the one who'd have to try to escape. It would be his victim who would try.
Hiei quietly jumped from his tree and crept to the door, taking care that the dogs didn't know about his presence. It was an easy task, and he soon reached the back door. He opened it and stepped in, surveying his surroundings. Apparently this was the laundry room. To his right was the girl's section of the house. She had the noise prone room, but it was also the room farthest from her mother's. It was apparent to Hiei that they didn't get along too well. He knew for sure that he would never be able to get along with the baka onna. Just from watching her storm off to work, his first impression of her was distaste, and that was his remaining impression.
He would look at the girl's room last since he already had a general idea of what it looked like. Next was the kitchen, which was neat. The girl probably had to clean it daily from what her mother showed about house keeping. He moved on to the small dinning room. The house was done in a country theme, with wood panelling. It definitely wasn't his style or near his tastes.
Hiei was now in the middle section of the house. To his right was the grand bedroom. It was horrid so he proceeded to the front section were the living room was located and next to it, the computer room. This is were he had first seen the girl happily singing to her music. Thankfully she didn't have it playing. He knew that he would probably slice the computer into pieces if it wasn't off.
There was only one section left. The back section were the bathroom and her room was. He had no intention of going into the bathroom while she was bathing. He wasn't going to violate her privacy, and he wouldn't lower himself to Yusuke's level.
The bathroom door was closed so he crept quietly past and down into a mini hallway. A few white pieces of paper hung in frames on the walls. Kurama had some in his room so he recognized the awards even though they were in English. The majority of them were in a stack on top of a bookcase, like afterthoughts. She probably didn't like bragging.
There was no door to her room, just a frame. The hallway was too small to comfortable allow a door so she's improvised with hanging wooden beads. Hiei pushed them back, trying to make as little noise as possible. Once he was through, he stopped and listened. She mustn't have been able to hear over the running water.
"Some fighter. She can't even detect my spirit energy," he thought smugly.
Her room was small with old, stained carpet and the ceiling had tape in some spots. The room appeared to be the worst condition but at least it was the cleanest.
There were two windows. An extremely large one that almost took the whole wall was in front of him, and the other was to his left. It was normal sized and had a cheap, wooden writing desk in front of it. The larger window had the daybed and nightstand along side it. Her dresser was on the free wall, next to the closet, and it was painted in a dark bluish/purple with bright, green stars. The night stand matched.
Hiei looked back over at the desk. Papers were cluttered all over it, some had even fallen on the floor. Out of the neat and organized room, it was the only thing out of place. He examined the papers closer, curious. They were drawings, sketches, and watercolours. Very good, too.
A gurgling noise came from the bathroom, as water drained down the pipes from the tub. She must be done with her bath.
He had to get out of here and quickly too. Suddenly, out of sheer, random impulse, Hiei grabbed some of the papers and carefully stuffed them into his shirt. He had no idea why, but his time was running short so he couldn't logically think it over.
The bathroom door clicked open, but he was gone in less than a blink of an eye, long seconds before she stepped into her room.
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At noon, her time, someone would be there to pick her up. Koenma had told her this before she'd stepped through the portal and rushed back into her room. It was now 11:40. Julie sat patiently on the couch, waiting.
The two pit bulls started barking, and she jumped-up, hurrying towards the door. Her stomach dropped. It was her mother. What was she doing? She wasn't suppose to be home.
Julie stood there with her heart pounding. This wasn't good at all. Not at all. What if the gang showed-up? What if she saw them? Why was she here? Had her mom been fired? Was she drunk? A million questions ran through her head but one kept coming back. What if they asked what happened?
She didn't think she could handle answering the gang's questions about the bruises on her face. She knew for sure she couldn't handle their pity or whisperings behind her back.
The engine killed. The car door opened. There was shuffling and footsteps.
"Please don't hit me on my face," Julie begged to something that wasn't there.
The gate clicked, opened and closed. Footsteps. Her mom was walking up the steps now.
"Please…"
The dogs stopped barking. Every step brought her closer. Now the screen door.
The air felt horridly thick. She felt like she could barely breath, almost like she was drowning.
Silence. The doorknob turned.
"Julieeeee," came a horrid screech that wasn't her mother's voice. She could barely recognize her name out of the noise. "Julieee," it came again. She stepped back, her heart ready to burst. Who was that? The door opened and a claw reached out, ready to grab her. "Julieee!" it yelled, springing through the door. It jumped on her, pinning her to the ground. This thing, it wasn't her mother. It had her face but it wasn't her. This thing, it had claws and a twisted, mutilated body. Julie struggled, her heart pounding in her ears. What was it?!
"Get off me!" she yelled. She pushed at it, but it had her arms pinned to the floor. It was so much stronger than her. She looked to her left and right. Nothing that could help. Damn. It was trying to kill her! Tears of desperation welled in her eyes. "This thing isn't going to make me cry," she thought bitterly. Her anger surpassed her fear. "This thing is going to make me cry!" Something gave way. A warm, electric feeling engulfed her, and she could feel herself winning against the monster's strength. "Damn you to hell!" she screamed and punched it square in the face.
There was a sound of shattering glass but her mind droned it out.
The river of emotions that had built up for so long was swelling and churning. The dam was cracking, ready to break.
Julie stood-up, panting. A strange silver aura danced gracefully around her body, twirling and spinning in the air. It was beautiful and deadly at the same time.
Her mother, the monster, it… she didn't know what was lying in the corner, snickering at her. The only thing she knew was her utter disgust for it.
It was laughing now, a strange, insane laugh.
"Shut-up!" she screamed. What was happening? This wasn't her, this wasn't her nature. She wasn't this hateful person. What was she turning into? Was she like her mother… turning into that, that thing? Julie was suddenly afraid more of herself than the monster in the corner.
It laughed even more. "My master was right," it said in-between snickers. "Blood does taste better tinted with hate."
Julie paled. She hadn't realized that a warm liquid was running down her neck. The thing must have bitten here while they were fighting on the floor.
"What…what are you?" Hiei jumped in-between them, but she barely noticed. His sword was drawn, ready to strike the creature if it neared her.
"Why I'm your mother…" it screeched. It had replaced its horrid laugh with a grin.
"No! My mother may not have been a good person, but she wasn't…wasn't…" she couldn't find anything to describe what she saw. Her repulsion for it was too great.
"My dear…dear Julie," It stood, outstretching its arms, as if asking for a hug, "don't you recognize me?"
Hiei pointed his katana at its throat. "You'll remain were you are if you value your life."
Julie stared at it, dumbstruck. What kind of mind games was it playing?
It glanced at Hiei then back at her. "I've raised you after all these years, and this is the thanks I get?" it put its arms down, as if disappointed.
"Who are you trying to fool? You're not my mother!"
"Poor, poor child," it teased, "doesn't even know…"
This time Hiei spoke, "Know what?" His tone was menacing, almost as menacing as the sharp katana poised over the creature's throat.
Its gaze shifted back towards Julie. "You're father didn't have a boating accident…I killed him."
Shock.
"What…?"
"And your dear, sweet mother. Her blood was the best…"
Julie couldn't comprehend what it was saying. She didn't want to.
"I killed them both and took the liberty of raising you," it was laughing again. That damn laugh. "And I've been waiting ever since for the day when your blood would be ripe…"
Yusuke, Kurama, and Kuwabara ran in.
"What's going on?!" Yusuke yelled. The trio froze at what they saw.
"Who are you working for?" it was Hiei. His blade was pressed taunt against the demon's skin.
It laughed even more. "They never found the bodies! They never found the bodies!" it repeated while laughing even harder. "They never…"
The noise ended in one quick slice. Silence.
Julie stood there, numb. Was this real? Suddenly, she felt very weak and her spirit energy lowered. Blackness began to engulfed her. She was so tired…so tired, but she didn't want to go into the blackness. After being there all her life, she didn't want to go back.
More shattering glass. It was the pit bulls, but it wasn't at the same time. Their bodies were twisted and mutilated. Just like her mother, they weren't real.
She couldn't hold on, couldn't hold on to the light.
She collapsed on the floor, passing out from blood loss. Once again, the last thing she saw were two emerald green eyes peering down at her.
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That was the longest chapter so far. Three and a half pages…wow. Message me and tell me what you think, hate, love, etc. Sry about all the descriptive junk. I hate writing that kind of stuff so it's not very good. Next chapter will explain most of what happened in the last part so if you're confused, chill.
Love you readers!! Chickens rule! Peace!
Sincerely
Queen Chad
If you had a choice between a shovel or a wig, what would you choose?
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Sunlight shined through the window, announcing a new day. Julie stretched, and pushed back the covers, yawning as she went to the bathroom. No matter how hectic her life seemed, the world always moved on. There was always a new day, a new beginning. When things got rough, she felt safe falling back on that confidence.
Julie used the bathroom, washed her hands and face, and proceeded to the kitchen. She wasn't really hungry, but some food in her belly would help energize her. She needed some energy. She hadn't slept that well.
Done fixing her cereal, she walked to the living room, sat on the couch, and thought her previous day over. While thinking, she noticed the room was trashed. Her mother probably had one of her fits again, and now she was stuck with the mess.
She stared down at her bowl, watching the cereal float around. The room wasn't the only mess. Her life was also one, too. How was she going to work training around her regular life? And what about this tournament? She wasn't too thrilled about having to fight, possibly kill someone. And how was she going to explain her absences to her mother? Her mom wouldn't even let her out of the house without a good reason. She liked Julie home so she had someone to take her rage out on.
Julie stared angrily at her cereal. Everything was her fault in this house. Every worry or trouble was caused by her. Her existence had caused universal disaster. It was never her mom's own fault or the booze's fault. Just hers.
She blinked and felt a tear run down her face. "I hate crying," she thought as she angrily wiped at it. Crying made her feel weak and being weak made her dependant. And she never wanted to have to depend on her mother or anyone else that could hurt her.
Julie sighed and stood-up. She'd barely eaten any of her cereal. "So much for that idea," she whispered while walking back to the kitchen. She drained her bowl and threw away the cereal bits caught in the drain stopper. Her head was starting to hurt again. "Ugh," she muttered. This day wasn't starting out good. The only thing she could think of that would help was a scented bath, and she happily obliged. The living room would just have to wait until she was done.
Walking to the bathroom, she didn't even notice the shadow lingering in the tree outside the window.
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Hiei leaned back on the branch, surveying the land. Even he had to comment on its beauty. The pastures were a healthy green and horses grazed in one of them. Large oaks and pines bordered the pastures.
But it wasn't his job to look at flowers all day. He was here to protect the girl and to make sure she didn't know he was here. It would lead to too many questions and topics which Koenma didn't want her to know about, yet.
He heard water running and assumed she was bathing. If she was, then he'd have the opportunity to survey the house. Earlier that morning, she'd been sleeping too shallowly for him to do much except watch. He knew that if he was going to protect her, he'd have to know all means of escape and entrance, though he doubted that he would be the one who'd have to try to escape. It would be his victim who would try.
Hiei quietly jumped from his tree and crept to the door, taking care that the dogs didn't know about his presence. It was an easy task, and he soon reached the back door. He opened it and stepped in, surveying his surroundings. Apparently this was the laundry room. To his right was the girl's section of the house. She had the noise prone room, but it was also the room farthest from her mother's. It was apparent to Hiei that they didn't get along too well. He knew for sure that he would never be able to get along with the baka onna. Just from watching her storm off to work, his first impression of her was distaste, and that was his remaining impression.
He would look at the girl's room last since he already had a general idea of what it looked like. Next was the kitchen, which was neat. The girl probably had to clean it daily from what her mother showed about house keeping. He moved on to the small dinning room. The house was done in a country theme, with wood panelling. It definitely wasn't his style or near his tastes.
Hiei was now in the middle section of the house. To his right was the grand bedroom. It was horrid so he proceeded to the front section were the living room was located and next to it, the computer room. This is were he had first seen the girl happily singing to her music. Thankfully she didn't have it playing. He knew that he would probably slice the computer into pieces if it wasn't off.
There was only one section left. The back section were the bathroom and her room was. He had no intention of going into the bathroom while she was bathing. He wasn't going to violate her privacy, and he wouldn't lower himself to Yusuke's level.
The bathroom door was closed so he crept quietly past and down into a mini hallway. A few white pieces of paper hung in frames on the walls. Kurama had some in his room so he recognized the awards even though they were in English. The majority of them were in a stack on top of a bookcase, like afterthoughts. She probably didn't like bragging.
There was no door to her room, just a frame. The hallway was too small to comfortable allow a door so she's improvised with hanging wooden beads. Hiei pushed them back, trying to make as little noise as possible. Once he was through, he stopped and listened. She mustn't have been able to hear over the running water.
"Some fighter. She can't even detect my spirit energy," he thought smugly.
Her room was small with old, stained carpet and the ceiling had tape in some spots. The room appeared to be the worst condition but at least it was the cleanest.
There were two windows. An extremely large one that almost took the whole wall was in front of him, and the other was to his left. It was normal sized and had a cheap, wooden writing desk in front of it. The larger window had the daybed and nightstand along side it. Her dresser was on the free wall, next to the closet, and it was painted in a dark bluish/purple with bright, green stars. The night stand matched.
Hiei looked back over at the desk. Papers were cluttered all over it, some had even fallen on the floor. Out of the neat and organized room, it was the only thing out of place. He examined the papers closer, curious. They were drawings, sketches, and watercolours. Very good, too.
A gurgling noise came from the bathroom, as water drained down the pipes from the tub. She must be done with her bath.
He had to get out of here and quickly too. Suddenly, out of sheer, random impulse, Hiei grabbed some of the papers and carefully stuffed them into his shirt. He had no idea why, but his time was running short so he couldn't logically think it over.
The bathroom door clicked open, but he was gone in less than a blink of an eye, long seconds before she stepped into her room.
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At noon, her time, someone would be there to pick her up. Koenma had told her this before she'd stepped through the portal and rushed back into her room. It was now 11:40. Julie sat patiently on the couch, waiting.
The two pit bulls started barking, and she jumped-up, hurrying towards the door. Her stomach dropped. It was her mother. What was she doing? She wasn't suppose to be home.
Julie stood there with her heart pounding. This wasn't good at all. Not at all. What if the gang showed-up? What if she saw them? Why was she here? Had her mom been fired? Was she drunk? A million questions ran through her head but one kept coming back. What if they asked what happened?
She didn't think she could handle answering the gang's questions about the bruises on her face. She knew for sure she couldn't handle their pity or whisperings behind her back.
The engine killed. The car door opened. There was shuffling and footsteps.
"Please don't hit me on my face," Julie begged to something that wasn't there.
The gate clicked, opened and closed. Footsteps. Her mom was walking up the steps now.
"Please…"
The dogs stopped barking. Every step brought her closer. Now the screen door.
The air felt horridly thick. She felt like she could barely breath, almost like she was drowning.
Silence. The doorknob turned.
"Julieeeee," came a horrid screech that wasn't her mother's voice. She could barely recognize her name out of the noise. "Julieee," it came again. She stepped back, her heart ready to burst. Who was that? The door opened and a claw reached out, ready to grab her. "Julieee!" it yelled, springing through the door. It jumped on her, pinning her to the ground. This thing, it wasn't her mother. It had her face but it wasn't her. This thing, it had claws and a twisted, mutilated body. Julie struggled, her heart pounding in her ears. What was it?!
"Get off me!" she yelled. She pushed at it, but it had her arms pinned to the floor. It was so much stronger than her. She looked to her left and right. Nothing that could help. Damn. It was trying to kill her! Tears of desperation welled in her eyes. "This thing isn't going to make me cry," she thought bitterly. Her anger surpassed her fear. "This thing is going to make me cry!" Something gave way. A warm, electric feeling engulfed her, and she could feel herself winning against the monster's strength. "Damn you to hell!" she screamed and punched it square in the face.
There was a sound of shattering glass but her mind droned it out.
The river of emotions that had built up for so long was swelling and churning. The dam was cracking, ready to break.
Julie stood-up, panting. A strange silver aura danced gracefully around her body, twirling and spinning in the air. It was beautiful and deadly at the same time.
Her mother, the monster, it… she didn't know what was lying in the corner, snickering at her. The only thing she knew was her utter disgust for it.
It was laughing now, a strange, insane laugh.
"Shut-up!" she screamed. What was happening? This wasn't her, this wasn't her nature. She wasn't this hateful person. What was she turning into? Was she like her mother… turning into that, that thing? Julie was suddenly afraid more of herself than the monster in the corner.
It laughed even more. "My master was right," it said in-between snickers. "Blood does taste better tinted with hate."
Julie paled. She hadn't realized that a warm liquid was running down her neck. The thing must have bitten here while they were fighting on the floor.
"What…what are you?" Hiei jumped in-between them, but she barely noticed. His sword was drawn, ready to strike the creature if it neared her.
"Why I'm your mother…" it screeched. It had replaced its horrid laugh with a grin.
"No! My mother may not have been a good person, but she wasn't…wasn't…" she couldn't find anything to describe what she saw. Her repulsion for it was too great.
"My dear…dear Julie," It stood, outstretching its arms, as if asking for a hug, "don't you recognize me?"
Hiei pointed his katana at its throat. "You'll remain were you are if you value your life."
Julie stared at it, dumbstruck. What kind of mind games was it playing?
It glanced at Hiei then back at her. "I've raised you after all these years, and this is the thanks I get?" it put its arms down, as if disappointed.
"Who are you trying to fool? You're not my mother!"
"Poor, poor child," it teased, "doesn't even know…"
This time Hiei spoke, "Know what?" His tone was menacing, almost as menacing as the sharp katana poised over the creature's throat.
Its gaze shifted back towards Julie. "You're father didn't have a boating accident…I killed him."
Shock.
"What…?"
"And your dear, sweet mother. Her blood was the best…"
Julie couldn't comprehend what it was saying. She didn't want to.
"I killed them both and took the liberty of raising you," it was laughing again. That damn laugh. "And I've been waiting ever since for the day when your blood would be ripe…"
Yusuke, Kurama, and Kuwabara ran in.
"What's going on?!" Yusuke yelled. The trio froze at what they saw.
"Who are you working for?" it was Hiei. His blade was pressed taunt against the demon's skin.
It laughed even more. "They never found the bodies! They never found the bodies!" it repeated while laughing even harder. "They never…"
The noise ended in one quick slice. Silence.
Julie stood there, numb. Was this real? Suddenly, she felt very weak and her spirit energy lowered. Blackness began to engulfed her. She was so tired…so tired, but she didn't want to go into the blackness. After being there all her life, she didn't want to go back.
More shattering glass. It was the pit bulls, but it wasn't at the same time. Their bodies were twisted and mutilated. Just like her mother, they weren't real.
She couldn't hold on, couldn't hold on to the light.
She collapsed on the floor, passing out from blood loss. Once again, the last thing she saw were two emerald green eyes peering down at her.
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That was the longest chapter so far. Three and a half pages…wow. Message me and tell me what you think, hate, love, etc. Sry about all the descriptive junk. I hate writing that kind of stuff so it's not very good. Next chapter will explain most of what happened in the last part so if you're confused, chill.
Love you readers!! Chickens rule! Peace!
Sincerely
Queen Chad
