Prologue to Heartache

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Hineko: reads Disclaimer... Yu Yu Hakusho does not belong to me, but Hineko- hey! That's me! WHOOT!!!! Wait... I belong to her? No I don't! I belong to Yusuke!!!! YUSUKE MY LOVE!!!!!

Yusuke: Oo who the hell are you? We haven't met yet, stupid... though we may in this chapter BWAHA! You shall never know for sure.... maniacal laughter

IG: HEY!!!! I'M THE EVIL AUTHORESS!!! ONLY I GET TO MANIACALLY LAUGH! maniacal laughter see?

Yusuke: Sowwy...

IG: ON WITH THE FICCY!!!!!

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Hineko smiled and showed her mother the mobile she had made.

"It's beautiful dear." She smiled and patted her daughter's head between her fox ears. "Now run off and play, mommy has lots of work to do!" There was a loud bang at the door. "Who in the?" The door falling and revealing the villagers who lived by her with torches and pitchforks answered Yura Kurama's question before she asked it.

"Give us the girl!" A particularly sour looking Yoh-ko demanded. Yura glared.

"Go to Hell, she's just a kit!" The woman spat, forcing the demons away with her mental energy. Many growled and shouted that they'd return.

Yura shook her head. "Fools." She muttered, earning a strange glance from her daughter, who, though already in her late teens, looked four.

"Mommy? Why do the bad men want to hurt us?" She asked fearfully. Yura sighed.

"Because they don't think we deserve to live here... That's all... they're just cruel." She shook her head and busied herself with sewing before sending the girl to bed. Yura herself went to sleep around midnight.

The next morning the Hineko worked on her own sewing skills until a knock rang at the door. The small child ducked under the table, knowing it was the other Yoh-ko again.

"We know you're in there, Yura!" They jeered, "Yes. Let us have the half- breed! We'll do away with her well!" Hineko cringed at the thought, for she was the half-breed they described. The door finally gave way and Yura instructed Hineko to go through the back door and the woods that followed. She gave a quick nod and Hineko was gone, sprinting through the forest, weeds cutting at her ankles. She stumbled and tripped, falling into the mud face first, barely picking herself up; she continued her valiant pursuit to live. She heard the villagers realize her whereabouts and picked up speed, now into a full sprint. The chased her through the brush, waving torches and pitchforks in hopes of killing her with them. Tears fell from her gentle face and into her silvery hair, which trailed behind her like a tail.

"Leave me alone!" Her soprano voice called. "I'm only seventeen! That's too young an age to be dying at your hands, fiends!" She continued to make her way through the forest, the demons from her village in hot pursuit. Everything seemed to go into slow motion as she fell over a tree root. She landed hard in the leaves that covered the forest floor. The demons were almost instantaneously standing over her, preparing to stab her with their weapons. Then a small black haired human boy stood in their way. She looked up at him, tears streaming in appreciation.

"Thank you." She whispered as the boy put his arms out.

"STAY AWAY! SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" The demons growled and knocked him out of the way, but Hineko had already made her escape, leaving only a small token of appreciation, a small golden fox, for the brown-eyed boy.