I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. There, are you happy, I said it!
This is my first attempt at a serious fic. Bear with me.
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(Words in parenthesis)= authors inserts.
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~Words between these things~ = time indication.
Prelude
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Youko Kurama POV
~Present day kurama referring to his youko past~
Damn, I remember that night. It was cold. So I made a shelter. Why the hell did it have to snow I remember thinking and on that day of all days. I had plans. I had to make a fire and catch my own food. Damn.
I remember everything that had entered my mind. I was getting wood to make my fire then it me of a ningen song. How does it go? One, two pick up sticks, Three four, get some more? Whatever. It doesn't matter. Humans are terrible writers (he he), not that demons bother to write for that matter. Oh well. Then I found her lying there, in the snow. She was still breathing. I didn't care at first. Why would Youko Kurama care? She's probably just some low class demon. Her life doesn't matter. I finished collecting my wood and made my fire back at the den. I was finally getting warm I closed my eyes and she was there. I saw an image of her lying there. Helpless. Freezing to death. Trying to hold on to her slipping life. Why did I care all of a sudden? I was supposed to be the heartless Youko kurama. Why did I care? Why did I decide to save a life? To save her life? But I did.
How was I supposed to know she would bare my child?
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Tell me how you like it. Should I finish the idea? Review please. Please.
(Words in parenthesis)= authors inserts.
*Words surrounded by stars *= actions.
~Words between these things~ = time indication.
Prelude
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Youko Kurama POV
~Present day kurama referring to his youko past~
Damn, I remember that night. It was cold. So I made a shelter. Why the hell did it have to snow I remember thinking and on that day of all days. I had plans. I had to make a fire and catch my own food. Damn.
I remember everything that had entered my mind. I was getting wood to make my fire then it me of a ningen song. How does it go? One, two pick up sticks, Three four, get some more? Whatever. It doesn't matter. Humans are terrible writers (he he), not that demons bother to write for that matter. Oh well. Then I found her lying there, in the snow. She was still breathing. I didn't care at first. Why would Youko Kurama care? She's probably just some low class demon. Her life doesn't matter. I finished collecting my wood and made my fire back at the den. I was finally getting warm I closed my eyes and she was there. I saw an image of her lying there. Helpless. Freezing to death. Trying to hold on to her slipping life. Why did I care all of a sudden? I was supposed to be the heartless Youko kurama. Why did I care? Why did I decide to save a life? To save her life? But I did.
How was I supposed to know she would bare my child?
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Tell me how you like it. Should I finish the idea? Review please. Please.