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HS: okay, now this might start out confusing, so just bear with me, i'm trying to give out some backround information.
Youko: Yes, it does start off odd...
HS: quiet! You're supposed to be pretending to be captured
Youko: well... i am tied to this chair, *whispers * but i am finding a way out
HS: well, i have to go find Hiei, so enjoy the story
Yura gritted her teeth as her father edged towards her glaring.
" Wothless bitch!"
She had forgotten to do the laundry, but she was never told to do it. " But, I never heard.."
" Shutup!!! You know I told you to do it!! You never did!!!!!!"
" But.."
He silenced her with a puch in the cheek. Yura wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
" You're a worthless peice of shit!"
He kicked her in the knees causeing her to fall to the ground. The tile floor was cold, it hurt so much as he repaetly kicked her in the side yelling at her to get up. She whimpered slightly and crawled to her feet. He smirked at her.
" What do you have to say?"
" I, I didn' know."
He growled at her and puched her in the stomach with his demon strong fists, she buckled over and tilted her head upwards to her mother. She was stnding in the corner bottom lip quivering and holding her sides as her daughter was beat.
" Mother.."
" Don't ask for her help! She won't help you!!!!!"
Her mother turned her head aside as her daughter was once again punched. Yura moaned. Her father hit her again in the other cheek. Yura couldn't even wipe the blood away. Gasping for breath she stood up. Her father glared.
" Wench!" Yura fliched under his intense glare. " Say something!!"
" I'm, s- sorry." Yura whispered.
" Good!"
Her puched her in the skull, Yura whimmpered again. He hit her in the some place over and over.
" Now get out!!!!! I never want to see you again!"
" Where am I supposed to go!!!"
" Who cares!!!!"
Her father grabbed the kitchen knife and went to plange it into her stomach but moving quickly she jumped letting it enter her leg before it hit her stomach. She groaned in pain.
" Get out!!!"
He litterally threw her from the house her damaged body landing on the alleys cement with a sickening thud. She slowly stood up. She had to get somewhere, before he came outside, or before she, no she couldn't think she'd die. She limped into an alley across the street hoping that no one would bother her, she would die, it would happen. Maybe the peace would be good, she wouldn't be forced to go back, she wouldn't be forced to leave again after every beating, which happened almost every night. Yura looked around at her surroundings, laying down on the softest place she could manage she turned to her side feeling her skull where he had hit her.
It was dented in, badly and it was gooie, it was bleeding badly, it would kill her, she was on her death bed, and it was a peice of dirty foam. She let a few small tears drip from her eyes. No one wanted her, she was beaten by her father for being a halfbreed, and being born, adn she was undefended by her human mother for the same reason, yet somehow her powers wouldn't work. She gasped a sudden wave of darkness came over her. ' It must be death.' Yura shut her eyes ready for what would surley come that night if not in the morning.
The next day
Kurama humed softly as he walked down the road. He was caught up in his own thoughts and without realizing it he had wandered into the downtown area. Deep downtown. People were passed out on the sidewalk everywhere. Suddenly a different type of body caught his eye. A body of a young girl, perhaps about thirteen. Running into the alleyway he looked down at her.
Her head was dented in one side, a knife was deep in one leg. Her face was bruized badly as was her legs, dried blood covered her. Kurama quickly leaned odwn and exaimned her better. She went to his school, a loner, always limping, wearing all black covering all of her body. He felt for a pulse, there was one, which was quite shicking but he quckly sttod up with her in his arms and ran to the hospital, even he couldn't help something like this.
15 minutes later
Kurama was standing outside a room waiting for a docter to come out. He came out looking quite solem.
" Do you know who did this? Who she is? Where did you find her?"
" I don't know who did this but I found her in an alley and her name is Yura, that's all I know. Is she going to be alright?"
" Yes, she needs stitches in her leg and part of her skull will need to be repared, it will take about three days."
" Alright, I need to be leaving though, can I come back for her in three days?"
" Yes."
The docter reentered the operation room. Kurama sighed in relief and left the building.
HS: okay, now this might start out confusing, so just bear with me, i'm trying to give out some backround information.
Youko: Yes, it does start off odd...
HS: quiet! You're supposed to be pretending to be captured
Youko: well... i am tied to this chair, *whispers * but i am finding a way out
HS: well, i have to go find Hiei, so enjoy the story
Yura gritted her teeth as her father edged towards her glaring.
" Wothless bitch!"
She had forgotten to do the laundry, but she was never told to do it. " But, I never heard.."
" Shutup!!! You know I told you to do it!! You never did!!!!!!"
" But.."
He silenced her with a puch in the cheek. Yura wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
" You're a worthless peice of shit!"
He kicked her in the knees causeing her to fall to the ground. The tile floor was cold, it hurt so much as he repaetly kicked her in the side yelling at her to get up. She whimpered slightly and crawled to her feet. He smirked at her.
" What do you have to say?"
" I, I didn' know."
He growled at her and puched her in the stomach with his demon strong fists, she buckled over and tilted her head upwards to her mother. She was stnding in the corner bottom lip quivering and holding her sides as her daughter was beat.
" Mother.."
" Don't ask for her help! She won't help you!!!!!"
Her mother turned her head aside as her daughter was once again punched. Yura moaned. Her father hit her again in the other cheek. Yura couldn't even wipe the blood away. Gasping for breath she stood up. Her father glared.
" Wench!" Yura fliched under his intense glare. " Say something!!"
" I'm, s- sorry." Yura whispered.
" Good!"
Her puched her in the skull, Yura whimmpered again. He hit her in the some place over and over.
" Now get out!!!!! I never want to see you again!"
" Where am I supposed to go!!!"
" Who cares!!!!"
Her father grabbed the kitchen knife and went to plange it into her stomach but moving quickly she jumped letting it enter her leg before it hit her stomach. She groaned in pain.
" Get out!!!"
He litterally threw her from the house her damaged body landing on the alleys cement with a sickening thud. She slowly stood up. She had to get somewhere, before he came outside, or before she, no she couldn't think she'd die. She limped into an alley across the street hoping that no one would bother her, she would die, it would happen. Maybe the peace would be good, she wouldn't be forced to go back, she wouldn't be forced to leave again after every beating, which happened almost every night. Yura looked around at her surroundings, laying down on the softest place she could manage she turned to her side feeling her skull where he had hit her.
It was dented in, badly and it was gooie, it was bleeding badly, it would kill her, she was on her death bed, and it was a peice of dirty foam. She let a few small tears drip from her eyes. No one wanted her, she was beaten by her father for being a halfbreed, and being born, adn she was undefended by her human mother for the same reason, yet somehow her powers wouldn't work. She gasped a sudden wave of darkness came over her. ' It must be death.' Yura shut her eyes ready for what would surley come that night if not in the morning.
The next day
Kurama humed softly as he walked down the road. He was caught up in his own thoughts and without realizing it he had wandered into the downtown area. Deep downtown. People were passed out on the sidewalk everywhere. Suddenly a different type of body caught his eye. A body of a young girl, perhaps about thirteen. Running into the alleyway he looked down at her.
Her head was dented in one side, a knife was deep in one leg. Her face was bruized badly as was her legs, dried blood covered her. Kurama quickly leaned odwn and exaimned her better. She went to his school, a loner, always limping, wearing all black covering all of her body. He felt for a pulse, there was one, which was quite shicking but he quckly sttod up with her in his arms and ran to the hospital, even he couldn't help something like this.
15 minutes later
Kurama was standing outside a room waiting for a docter to come out. He came out looking quite solem.
" Do you know who did this? Who she is? Where did you find her?"
" I don't know who did this but I found her in an alley and her name is Yura, that's all I know. Is she going to be alright?"
" Yes, she needs stitches in her leg and part of her skull will need to be repared, it will take about three days."
" Alright, I need to be leaving though, can I come back for her in three days?"
" Yes."
The docter reentered the operation room. Kurama sighed in relief and left the building.