A/N: Just need to tell you all that I will paragraph everything that is
written in the special fanfic. So no one is lost in the dust. To
make it a little bit easier, the real life is in first person pov,
and her fanfic is in second pov.
A/N: I do not own any of the Yu Yu Hakusho characters, besides "Death",
Aritsume, and the fanfic writer, whom I'm not going to name at this time.
A/N: Please R&R.
The Beginning of Aritsume
I sat at my laptop trying to figure out the beginning of a new fanfic I was going to create, but as what any writer has found, the infamous writer's block occurred. I leaned over, and placed my hand to the side of my plain white mug. From the snowy weather outside, to the warm mug resting on the table, which helped calm my bad mood, that was formed by a stupid writer's block.
I brought the steaming cup that I ordered from the café, to my lips and drank the hot contents. My burning tongue and boiling tea was now all that passed my mind. After I was able to get my tongue under control, I stared back at the blank laptop. "Let's try something new," I thought. I began my story again, for the eighth time that day.
She calmly closed her eyes as she was being told she was the last of
her kind, like she would believe that. She was sitting in an old
fashioned blood-red kimono, her white hair laid flat to her back with
two strands falling casually in front of her face.
She then opened her eyes, and looked at each person in the room in
turn. The first person her eyes met was a ningen, (as were most
people in this room) he had black hair that was slicked back, and he
was in a slightly dull, green outfit, the clothes illuminated his
brown eyes in the dark room. Two of the people in the room were
demon, a tall red head, and a small fast black haired boy. The final
boy, another ningen, in the room had red hair and wore a vacant
expression on his face.
"You see, Aritsume, your powers are wanted by every living demon, and
they'll do anything to get it," a small, wanna-be baby began to say.
Yes, my good-for-nothing powers, all that it did was allow me to drain
my opponent and take their powers for some time. It wasn't worth the
trouble.
"Are you even listening?" he asked, sucking hard on his pacifier.
Something hit the window next to me. I jumped and looked out of the window. Phew, only some immature kids my age throwing snowballs. "How lame," I mumbled. I turned back to my black laptop.
"Good so far, now, where was I? Hmm. He asked, sucking hard on his pacifier..."
"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes, he didn't seem to notice.
"You are wanted by every demon of this world and the next, we are here
to make sure that doesn't happen."
"I can take care of myself," Aritsume said in her ice-cold,
untrustworthy voice.
"Then let us help you. Even a demon like yourself can't deny help
when you need it," the little boy said, his eyes pleading to me. "If
you'd just let us-"
"As I said, I can handle myself."
"Why do you deny the fact-"
"I can see there is no reasoning with you. We are finished here."
"But-"
"We are finished!"
I leaned back in my chair, pleased at my work. I slowly turned my head to look at the window at my left. The sun had set, and a full moon has taken its place.
"Aritsume, we're closing up."
The Beginning of Aritsume
I sat at my laptop trying to figure out the beginning of a new fanfic I was going to create, but as what any writer has found, the infamous writer's block occurred. I leaned over, and placed my hand to the side of my plain white mug. From the snowy weather outside, to the warm mug resting on the table, which helped calm my bad mood, that was formed by a stupid writer's block.
I brought the steaming cup that I ordered from the café, to my lips and drank the hot contents. My burning tongue and boiling tea was now all that passed my mind. After I was able to get my tongue under control, I stared back at the blank laptop. "Let's try something new," I thought. I began my story again, for the eighth time that day.
She calmly closed her eyes as she was being told she was the last of
her kind, like she would believe that. She was sitting in an old
fashioned blood-red kimono, her white hair laid flat to her back with
two strands falling casually in front of her face.
She then opened her eyes, and looked at each person in the room in
turn. The first person her eyes met was a ningen, (as were most
people in this room) he had black hair that was slicked back, and he
was in a slightly dull, green outfit, the clothes illuminated his
brown eyes in the dark room. Two of the people in the room were
demon, a tall red head, and a small fast black haired boy. The final
boy, another ningen, in the room had red hair and wore a vacant
expression on his face.
"You see, Aritsume, your powers are wanted by every living demon, and
they'll do anything to get it," a small, wanna-be baby began to say.
Yes, my good-for-nothing powers, all that it did was allow me to drain
my opponent and take their powers for some time. It wasn't worth the
trouble.
"Are you even listening?" he asked, sucking hard on his pacifier.
Something hit the window next to me. I jumped and looked out of the window. Phew, only some immature kids my age throwing snowballs. "How lame," I mumbled. I turned back to my black laptop.
"Good so far, now, where was I? Hmm. He asked, sucking hard on his pacifier..."
"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes, he didn't seem to notice.
"You are wanted by every demon of this world and the next, we are here
to make sure that doesn't happen."
"I can take care of myself," Aritsume said in her ice-cold,
untrustworthy voice.
"Then let us help you. Even a demon like yourself can't deny help
when you need it," the little boy said, his eyes pleading to me. "If
you'd just let us-"
"As I said, I can handle myself."
"Why do you deny the fact-"
"I can see there is no reasoning with you. We are finished here."
"But-"
"We are finished!"
I leaned back in my chair, pleased at my work. I slowly turned my head to look at the window at my left. The sun had set, and a full moon has taken its place.
"Aritsume, we're closing up."