Disclaimer: Oh, dear. I can't think of anything at all clever to say here, so I think that I shall simply leave it at "Yu Yu Hakusho is not mine" Yes, I think that will work nicely.
acceptance
(Author's note: I do not AT ALL condone smoking. It is merely used for symbolism, and it's a habit of Shizuru. Trust me on this one, I'm a Southern Californian, and we all hate cigarette smoke. Anyway, on with the story!)
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"Koneka gets your clothes feather-soft and clean as a-"
"Try Genki for all your Tupperware needs-"
"Use Shinichi rice, It's really nice, For tasty sushi, Use Shinichi-"
I hate commercials.
It's not just that they're stupid, boring, unconvincing, and pointless. It's also because they can't hold my attention for more than 2 seconds. And I desperately want to be distracted.
It was only happened this morning, when Yusuke, Kurama and Hiei showed up at our front door, asking for Kazuma. I, being the good sister I am, delivered him promptly to the door, then requested that they come inside for tea and rice cakes. They declined, they grabbed my brother, they left. All while leaving me gaping at the door. All alone.
I rise from the ugly brown couch and slowly walk to the kitchen, my footsteps echoing quietly through the hall. I stop to look at some of the photos on the wall. The majority are of our parents and distant relatives, but there is one in particular that I want to look at. My eyes scan the wall until I locate it, a small photo in a boring brown frame. Nothing out of the ordinary. It's of Kazuma and I. I was only about seven, pushing a little 2-year-old with fire red hair and two large front teeth on a rusty swing. It's the only picture in the collection that is of us as children.
I love that picture.
I continue on tho the kitchen, and pour myself a cup of the now cold tea, staring at it forlornly. How long ago was it that Kazuma came running when I had made him a snack? That he would have told me beforehand that he was going out, and where he was going, and everything else that was going on in his life? How long ago was that? I don't remember.
I need a cigarette.
I can't even remember how I picked up this nasty little habit, but it was a long time ago. Kazuma doesn't approve, but...who cares what that moron thinks?!
I don't mean that. For all that I beat him up, I do care. What kind of heartless creature would I be if I didn't care about my own brother?
I take a long drag on my cigarette, and slowly, slowly exhale the smoke. What a noxious odor, I think to myself. And yet, it somehow fits me, right now, in this when and where. Dark...mysterious...shadowy. Like an old movie.
If I were a poet, I'd say that my soul is in a sea of torment and dispair. But I'm not a poet, so I'll just say I'm really pissed. I love my baby brother, but this...this whole "spirit cop" thing...he just runs off, all the time, not only leaving me alone, but leaving me to explain where the hell he is to our parents! He...he just abandons us here to go off on his little adventures! For Kami-sama's sake, he went off to the Dark Tournament, to die for all I knew, without saying a damn word! And it's not just him, and it's not just me. All of them, Kurama, Hiei, Yusuke; they just go off. And it's not just me, but Botan, and Suichi's mother, and Genkai. Even worse is when Yusuke and Kazuma don't say a word to Keiko and Yukina. It's not fair! It's not fair that all we can do is sit at home and cry! That we don't know if those men are ever going to come home!
I just...sometimes I wish I could go along with them. I could be an asset, I know I could. I have stronger spirit awareness than even Kazuma, and my training in martial arts is decent. I was able to defeat quite a few demons outside the arena of the Dark Tournament. I could help!
I glance up, and take a sip of my now room-temperature tea. Though my mind has been racing, my countenance has retained its normal stoic qualities. I sigh, releasing a large amount of pent-up anxiety.
Who am I kidding? I couldn't do half the things the Reikai Tantei can do. Maybe if I had trained for years, like Genkai, but...no. Perhaps...perhaps, this is where I am meant to be. If my psychic training has taught me anything, it's that sometimes we must go along with fate.
Maybe I'm meant to be here. There's something to be said for the sarcastic advice from the sidelines...along with the occasional ass kicking.
I put my cigarette out, stand, and stretch my legs. Maybe I can't directly help those gangling boys, but I suppose that I can help in the ways that I can. I mean, cheerleaders may not be the main focus when a person goes to a sports game, but they're still influential.
I pick up my jacket and keys, and head out the door. I'm going to go talk to the girls. I think we can do something other than cower and whimper.
Wait a minute. I hate cheerleaders.
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Hello, minna! Here's another chapter! I'm sorry it took so long to get it out, but, you know, life. Oh well. Anyway, here's review replies!
Black Dragon: That's what I was aiming for! Thankies!
Asian princess 61: Thank you for the compliment. ^-^ Just to let you know, I'm not going to do any "questionable" parings. I might make little statements that could lean one way or the other, depending on how you look at them. If you don't want Hiei/Kurama, well, you can interpret it the way you want. That way, everyone's happy!
Bard: Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm saving Yusuke for last. I think he would be the perfect way to close this collection. And I'll try to have him reflect on everybody.
Angel Red Flame: Sorry this wasn't Kuwabara, but it was his sister! I got close! Actually, I'm trying to put characters that aren't connected next to each other, so that I get varying ideas.
Panther-chan: (for anyone who's wondering, yes, I do know Panther.) Yes, I had to talk about the tall objects, and yes, I was working on it during chemistry. ^-^
Sparrow 319: Wow, this has to be the nicest complement I've gotten in a while! To answer your questions, I'm almost 16, and I've been writing little stories on paper since I was about 10, but I've written stories in my head since I was 3. (I still do that!) I'm sorry about the beginning and ends, but...well, Notebook is not nice to me. If it's still messed up when I post this, I'll fiddle with it until it's fixed!
Ok, that's all, I think. School gets out in about two weeks (hooray!!!) so I should have more time to write. Still, don't expect this to get out very fast. I go weeks without an urge to write. Just to let you know, I've written each of these in a day. I just get lazy in between...snff...oh well. If you want chappies to come out quicker, review, because it makes me want to keep writing!
I'll talk to you all later! And tell me who you want next!!
-WMG
P.S. I've decided to add a quote at the end of my chapters from my quote collection. Ok, here we go (clears throat):
"Well, congratulations. The people were clamoring to make asses of themselves and you gave them the means to do it." -Joan, Clone High
acceptance
(Author's note: I do not AT ALL condone smoking. It is merely used for symbolism, and it's a habit of Shizuru. Trust me on this one, I'm a Southern Californian, and we all hate cigarette smoke. Anyway, on with the story!)
***
"Koneka gets your clothes feather-soft and clean as a-"
"Try Genki for all your Tupperware needs-"
"Use Shinichi rice, It's really nice, For tasty sushi, Use Shinichi-"
I hate commercials.
It's not just that they're stupid, boring, unconvincing, and pointless. It's also because they can't hold my attention for more than 2 seconds. And I desperately want to be distracted.
It was only happened this morning, when Yusuke, Kurama and Hiei showed up at our front door, asking for Kazuma. I, being the good sister I am, delivered him promptly to the door, then requested that they come inside for tea and rice cakes. They declined, they grabbed my brother, they left. All while leaving me gaping at the door. All alone.
I rise from the ugly brown couch and slowly walk to the kitchen, my footsteps echoing quietly through the hall. I stop to look at some of the photos on the wall. The majority are of our parents and distant relatives, but there is one in particular that I want to look at. My eyes scan the wall until I locate it, a small photo in a boring brown frame. Nothing out of the ordinary. It's of Kazuma and I. I was only about seven, pushing a little 2-year-old with fire red hair and two large front teeth on a rusty swing. It's the only picture in the collection that is of us as children.
I love that picture.
I continue on tho the kitchen, and pour myself a cup of the now cold tea, staring at it forlornly. How long ago was it that Kazuma came running when I had made him a snack? That he would have told me beforehand that he was going out, and where he was going, and everything else that was going on in his life? How long ago was that? I don't remember.
I need a cigarette.
I can't even remember how I picked up this nasty little habit, but it was a long time ago. Kazuma doesn't approve, but...who cares what that moron thinks?!
I don't mean that. For all that I beat him up, I do care. What kind of heartless creature would I be if I didn't care about my own brother?
I take a long drag on my cigarette, and slowly, slowly exhale the smoke. What a noxious odor, I think to myself. And yet, it somehow fits me, right now, in this when and where. Dark...mysterious...shadowy. Like an old movie.
If I were a poet, I'd say that my soul is in a sea of torment and dispair. But I'm not a poet, so I'll just say I'm really pissed. I love my baby brother, but this...this whole "spirit cop" thing...he just runs off, all the time, not only leaving me alone, but leaving me to explain where the hell he is to our parents! He...he just abandons us here to go off on his little adventures! For Kami-sama's sake, he went off to the Dark Tournament, to die for all I knew, without saying a damn word! And it's not just him, and it's not just me. All of them, Kurama, Hiei, Yusuke; they just go off. And it's not just me, but Botan, and Suichi's mother, and Genkai. Even worse is when Yusuke and Kazuma don't say a word to Keiko and Yukina. It's not fair! It's not fair that all we can do is sit at home and cry! That we don't know if those men are ever going to come home!
I just...sometimes I wish I could go along with them. I could be an asset, I know I could. I have stronger spirit awareness than even Kazuma, and my training in martial arts is decent. I was able to defeat quite a few demons outside the arena of the Dark Tournament. I could help!
I glance up, and take a sip of my now room-temperature tea. Though my mind has been racing, my countenance has retained its normal stoic qualities. I sigh, releasing a large amount of pent-up anxiety.
Who am I kidding? I couldn't do half the things the Reikai Tantei can do. Maybe if I had trained for years, like Genkai, but...no. Perhaps...perhaps, this is where I am meant to be. If my psychic training has taught me anything, it's that sometimes we must go along with fate.
Maybe I'm meant to be here. There's something to be said for the sarcastic advice from the sidelines...along with the occasional ass kicking.
I put my cigarette out, stand, and stretch my legs. Maybe I can't directly help those gangling boys, but I suppose that I can help in the ways that I can. I mean, cheerleaders may not be the main focus when a person goes to a sports game, but they're still influential.
I pick up my jacket and keys, and head out the door. I'm going to go talk to the girls. I think we can do something other than cower and whimper.
Wait a minute. I hate cheerleaders.
***
Hello, minna! Here's another chapter! I'm sorry it took so long to get it out, but, you know, life. Oh well. Anyway, here's review replies!
Black Dragon: That's what I was aiming for! Thankies!
Asian princess 61: Thank you for the compliment. ^-^ Just to let you know, I'm not going to do any "questionable" parings. I might make little statements that could lean one way or the other, depending on how you look at them. If you don't want Hiei/Kurama, well, you can interpret it the way you want. That way, everyone's happy!
Bard: Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm saving Yusuke for last. I think he would be the perfect way to close this collection. And I'll try to have him reflect on everybody.
Angel Red Flame: Sorry this wasn't Kuwabara, but it was his sister! I got close! Actually, I'm trying to put characters that aren't connected next to each other, so that I get varying ideas.
Panther-chan: (for anyone who's wondering, yes, I do know Panther.) Yes, I had to talk about the tall objects, and yes, I was working on it during chemistry. ^-^
Sparrow 319: Wow, this has to be the nicest complement I've gotten in a while! To answer your questions, I'm almost 16, and I've been writing little stories on paper since I was about 10, but I've written stories in my head since I was 3. (I still do that!) I'm sorry about the beginning and ends, but...well, Notebook is not nice to me. If it's still messed up when I post this, I'll fiddle with it until it's fixed!
Ok, that's all, I think. School gets out in about two weeks (hooray!!!) so I should have more time to write. Still, don't expect this to get out very fast. I go weeks without an urge to write. Just to let you know, I've written each of these in a day. I just get lazy in between...snff...oh well. If you want chappies to come out quicker, review, because it makes me want to keep writing!
I'll talk to you all later! And tell me who you want next!!
-WMG
P.S. I've decided to add a quote at the end of my chapters from my quote collection. Ok, here we go (clears throat):
"Well, congratulations. The people were clamoring to make asses of themselves and you gave them the means to do it." -Joan, Clone High