Disclaimer: I own not the Yu-Yu Hakusho series . . .
A/N: If I spent my time wisely, I would be doing a report for school . . . But I don't. So, instead, I'm writing a fiction. Why? I don't know. How? With Microsoft Word. Who? Me. Okay, I'm done with the twenty questions thing now.
----------******Chapter one: How the Times Change *****--------
Nanji stared at the ceiling as he lay in his bed.
Where the tales really true?
Did those bedtime stories his parent's used to tell him as a child true?
Had his grandfather REALLY fought in a tournament of darkness filled with demons?
Or were those stories just make-believe?
His parent's stopped telling him bedtime stories once he turned 11, and now he was 14. But when he stopped at a fortune-telling booth the other night at a carnival, the seer had told him this: "You know of your great inheritance from you elder, but you do not know it yet. Your time will come where you will step into the shoes for your grandfather." Of course, he laughed at this at first. Not only did it not make sense, but also it could never be true. All his grandfather ever was was a street fighter with a big reputation.
He shifted onto his side. It was all just non-sense.
***
Nanji walked down the hallway sleepy eyed. The past few days, ever since he was at that carnival, he had barely gotten any sleep. And on top of that, he had to go to school.
Nanji hated school. When he was younger, people used to beat him up and take his money. But now he was almost as good a fighter as his infamous grandfather.
He greeted his mom with a grunt as he walked into the kitchen.
"Look at those bags under your eyes!" She exclaimed, "You're worse than your father!"
His dad worked late shifts. Really late shifts. From 7 P.M to 7 A.M. And the trip to his office was three hours. One and a half to work, and one and a half back.
"You should really get more sleep, Nanji." She said symtheticly, "You're end up fainting."
"Yeah Mom, I'll do that," he said dully. He'd been in worse situations than fainting. He'd been knocked out cold by guys from rival schools and hit by the canes of old women. Those old people had really good swings. "Hey mom, about those stories you used to tell me . . ." He paused for a moment. "Are they true?"
Now it was his mother's turn to pause. "This may sound stupid, but, they are. Well, they kinda are."
"What do you mean 'kinda'?"
"Well, a lot of the stuff was made-up, like a lot of the hero-ism. Yusuke, your grandfather, usually won battles on flukes. And there usually were no tactics behind his fighting. But, it did happen."
"Why didn't you ever tell me that this stuff was real?!"
"Because I didn't want you to feel like an outcast!" She cried.
------**** End chapter one ------****
Hiei: That was probably the most stupid chapter I have ever saw. And I have read some of Rebekah and the Fool's stories, too.
Bri: I NEVER ASKED YOU!!
Hiei: You were going to ask the readers to comment. And I read the story. So that makes me a reader. So I commented.
Bri: *narrows eyes* you and your evil explanations . . . Anyways, please review. Ja! . . . .Say bye, Hiei.
Hiei: *smirks* Bye Hiei.
Bri: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!!
A/N: If I spent my time wisely, I would be doing a report for school . . . But I don't. So, instead, I'm writing a fiction. Why? I don't know. How? With Microsoft Word. Who? Me. Okay, I'm done with the twenty questions thing now.
----------******Chapter one: How the Times Change *****--------
Nanji stared at the ceiling as he lay in his bed.
Where the tales really true?
Did those bedtime stories his parent's used to tell him as a child true?
Had his grandfather REALLY fought in a tournament of darkness filled with demons?
Or were those stories just make-believe?
His parent's stopped telling him bedtime stories once he turned 11, and now he was 14. But when he stopped at a fortune-telling booth the other night at a carnival, the seer had told him this: "You know of your great inheritance from you elder, but you do not know it yet. Your time will come where you will step into the shoes for your grandfather." Of course, he laughed at this at first. Not only did it not make sense, but also it could never be true. All his grandfather ever was was a street fighter with a big reputation.
He shifted onto his side. It was all just non-sense.
***
Nanji walked down the hallway sleepy eyed. The past few days, ever since he was at that carnival, he had barely gotten any sleep. And on top of that, he had to go to school.
Nanji hated school. When he was younger, people used to beat him up and take his money. But now he was almost as good a fighter as his infamous grandfather.
He greeted his mom with a grunt as he walked into the kitchen.
"Look at those bags under your eyes!" She exclaimed, "You're worse than your father!"
His dad worked late shifts. Really late shifts. From 7 P.M to 7 A.M. And the trip to his office was three hours. One and a half to work, and one and a half back.
"You should really get more sleep, Nanji." She said symtheticly, "You're end up fainting."
"Yeah Mom, I'll do that," he said dully. He'd been in worse situations than fainting. He'd been knocked out cold by guys from rival schools and hit by the canes of old women. Those old people had really good swings. "Hey mom, about those stories you used to tell me . . ." He paused for a moment. "Are they true?"
Now it was his mother's turn to pause. "This may sound stupid, but, they are. Well, they kinda are."
"What do you mean 'kinda'?"
"Well, a lot of the stuff was made-up, like a lot of the hero-ism. Yusuke, your grandfather, usually won battles on flukes. And there usually were no tactics behind his fighting. But, it did happen."
"Why didn't you ever tell me that this stuff was real?!"
"Because I didn't want you to feel like an outcast!" She cried.
------**** End chapter one ------****
Hiei: That was probably the most stupid chapter I have ever saw. And I have read some of Rebekah and the Fool's stories, too.
Bri: I NEVER ASKED YOU!!
Hiei: You were going to ask the readers to comment. And I read the story. So that makes me a reader. So I commented.
Bri: *narrows eyes* you and your evil explanations . . . Anyways, please review. Ja! . . . .Say bye, Hiei.
Hiei: *smirks* Bye Hiei.
Bri: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!!