bRight Now, Untitled..../b
iBy: DS/i
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Prologue:
Meet Krislin Takahashi
Krislin isn't a perfect girl; silent, short tempered, too curious, and she has a family that doesn't fit even one out of the many standards that make up the definition of a family. Her life, in her opinions, is the worst, leading her to thoughts of suicide in her spare time. But who would care if she died? No one really noticed her most of the time and if they did, they would ignore her anyways. Though she knew that she wouldn't die, you only get one life to live, and even if it was extremely a terrible one, what was the point of dieing? Her answer would always be to end it, somehow part of her just wouldn't agree to such a simple philosophy as that. That part of her was smothered and forgotten but it still kept her thoughts of suicide just thoughts that she would waste her time to think about instead of actually making it a reality.
How can someone's life be so miserable? you may ask. Well, who ever said that Life would work out to everyone's benifet? Exactly, no one. So why would you think it? The girl born in an Asian family with a mixed heritage, pale skin, light brown hair with pale gold streaks, and eyes of emerald green like fresh leaves in late spring had thought that life wouldn't be so hard. She had second thoughts to whatever the grown ups had said about life never being quite that easy. She couldn't imagine it. Everything was going great except the day of her sixth birthday when more than half the members of her extended family got killed. And the other half too overwhelmed with grief that they hardly seemed to be related except for their looks to which had connected them as blood relatives.
It was only about eight years ago that that happened but it seemed like an infinity, like every happy moment before September 11 of the Moon Festival, of Krislin Takahashi's sixth birthday was just a dream mocking her constantly everytime she laid down at night. Since then, mostly everyone tried to ignore her. She didn't fit in they had noted at her birth but had ignored. Her skin was too pale and her lips barely had enough color in them except for the lightest shade of sakura pink to be natural. And her eyes were a rare green that she couldn't have inherited from anyone in her family, and it seemed such a big coincidence that it was her birthday that they died. The deaths were reported to be that the house caught on fire but why was it that she was in the heart of the fire and had only come out with an extremely high fever but everyone else had to spend one or two weeks in the hospital?
Little things like that quickly developed a personality that none liked to be around but even when she moved to a new home with a mother who had hangovers nearly every four or five days of the week, even when she spent her first minute in school, more than half the kids and teachers there would rather be more content on being just aquaintances. Those who tried to be friends with her found someone who was always too quiet, that rarely listened or talked in any conversations that usually didn't really have a real begining nor end to it.
It's her second time in Tokyo, Japan, counting the time she lived here before she moved, and it was her fourteenth birthday. But instead of having some event to celebrate it, she had to spend her time in the cemetry mourning for the dead and then getting ready for the Moon Festival that wouldn't lift her mood to much of any degree because the festival wasn't celebrating her birthday but some holiday that was started even before she was born. It was selfish to think about it, so she had skipped both events to wander around which wasn't really selfish just kind of rude.
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DS: . I'm a pathetic author aren't I?
Yusuke: Yes, defiantly. I'm suprised you figured that out by yourself.
DS: -_-;; How mean.
Hiei: You made that---that Krislin girl similar to me!
DS: Did not! *knows she is lieing*
Yusuke: Yes you did.
DS: *sniff* Meanie. At least she's not a girl version of you that is exact or almost 'too' similar to you. Be greatful, jerk.
Yusuke: o.o;;.................Krislin and Hiei sitting in a tree, k.i.s.s.i.n.g.
Hiei: *unsheaths his katana, putting it's blade a millimeter from Yusuke's throat* Shut up.
DS: *nervous laugh and sweatdrops* er........it's not really going to be you with her Hiei and there isn't really 'that' much romance
Hiei: *glares at Shadow* You shut up too.
DS: You big fat meanie. *looks at the sword with wide eyes that's now close, too close, to her throat for comfort* O.O;;
Yusuke: *laughs silently at DS*
EVIL EVIL EVIL EEEEEVVVVVIIIIIIILLLLL Disclaimer: I don't own YYH and never will! ;_;
P.S.: REVIEW!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAH *coughcough* -.-;; stupid laugh
iBy: DS/i
............................................................... .........
Prologue:
Meet Krislin Takahashi
Krislin isn't a perfect girl; silent, short tempered, too curious, and she has a family that doesn't fit even one out of the many standards that make up the definition of a family. Her life, in her opinions, is the worst, leading her to thoughts of suicide in her spare time. But who would care if she died? No one really noticed her most of the time and if they did, they would ignore her anyways. Though she knew that she wouldn't die, you only get one life to live, and even if it was extremely a terrible one, what was the point of dieing? Her answer would always be to end it, somehow part of her just wouldn't agree to such a simple philosophy as that. That part of her was smothered and forgotten but it still kept her thoughts of suicide just thoughts that she would waste her time to think about instead of actually making it a reality.
How can someone's life be so miserable? you may ask. Well, who ever said that Life would work out to everyone's benifet? Exactly, no one. So why would you think it? The girl born in an Asian family with a mixed heritage, pale skin, light brown hair with pale gold streaks, and eyes of emerald green like fresh leaves in late spring had thought that life wouldn't be so hard. She had second thoughts to whatever the grown ups had said about life never being quite that easy. She couldn't imagine it. Everything was going great except the day of her sixth birthday when more than half the members of her extended family got killed. And the other half too overwhelmed with grief that they hardly seemed to be related except for their looks to which had connected them as blood relatives.
It was only about eight years ago that that happened but it seemed like an infinity, like every happy moment before September 11 of the Moon Festival, of Krislin Takahashi's sixth birthday was just a dream mocking her constantly everytime she laid down at night. Since then, mostly everyone tried to ignore her. She didn't fit in they had noted at her birth but had ignored. Her skin was too pale and her lips barely had enough color in them except for the lightest shade of sakura pink to be natural. And her eyes were a rare green that she couldn't have inherited from anyone in her family, and it seemed such a big coincidence that it was her birthday that they died. The deaths were reported to be that the house caught on fire but why was it that she was in the heart of the fire and had only come out with an extremely high fever but everyone else had to spend one or two weeks in the hospital?
Little things like that quickly developed a personality that none liked to be around but even when she moved to a new home with a mother who had hangovers nearly every four or five days of the week, even when she spent her first minute in school, more than half the kids and teachers there would rather be more content on being just aquaintances. Those who tried to be friends with her found someone who was always too quiet, that rarely listened or talked in any conversations that usually didn't really have a real begining nor end to it.
It's her second time in Tokyo, Japan, counting the time she lived here before she moved, and it was her fourteenth birthday. But instead of having some event to celebrate it, she had to spend her time in the cemetry mourning for the dead and then getting ready for the Moon Festival that wouldn't lift her mood to much of any degree because the festival wasn't celebrating her birthday but some holiday that was started even before she was born. It was selfish to think about it, so she had skipped both events to wander around which wasn't really selfish just kind of rude.
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DS: . I'm a pathetic author aren't I?
Yusuke: Yes, defiantly. I'm suprised you figured that out by yourself.
DS: -_-;; How mean.
Hiei: You made that---that Krislin girl similar to me!
DS: Did not! *knows she is lieing*
Yusuke: Yes you did.
DS: *sniff* Meanie. At least she's not a girl version of you that is exact or almost 'too' similar to you. Be greatful, jerk.
Yusuke: o.o;;.................Krislin and Hiei sitting in a tree, k.i.s.s.i.n.g.
Hiei: *unsheaths his katana, putting it's blade a millimeter from Yusuke's throat* Shut up.
DS: *nervous laugh and sweatdrops* er........it's not really going to be you with her Hiei and there isn't really 'that' much romance
Hiei: *glares at Shadow* You shut up too.
DS: You big fat meanie. *looks at the sword with wide eyes that's now close, too close, to her throat for comfort* O.O;;
Yusuke: *laughs silently at DS*
EVIL EVIL EVIL EEEEEVVVVVIIIIIIILLLLL Disclaimer: I don't own YYH and never will! ;_;
P.S.: REVIEW!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAH *coughcough* -.-;; stupid laugh