Solemn Lives- Part 1: Tidal Motions

-A Yu Yu Hakusho Fanfic.

By painin uranus

Chapter 2: Getting Started

Rise's eyes snapped open so quickly, readily, that it probably would've set a record in the Guinness World Records book had there been a couple witnesses or so, a reporter with a TV crew, and an audience that were tuned into the appropriate channel. Of course, there weren't a couple witnesses or so, a reporter with a TV crew, and an audience that were tuned into the appropriate channel, and also it is a completely useless talent (if it can even be classified as such), so there's really no point even mentioning it at all.

She was currently lying on her bed, in a green T-shirt with gray sweat pants, holding a bag of Doritos in her hand as if she would die if she let go.

She sat up, and smiled. Not a happy, it's-a-wonderful-day to-be-a-neighbor-of-a-guy-that-likes-singing-to-puppets, smile. It was a happy, evil-mad-man-that-just-got-his-revenge-on-a-teenager-that-kept-whipping-his-$#-every-time-he-tried-to-conquer-the-world, smile.

She sat up on her bed, cross-legged. She stayed that way for as long as it took you to read this chapter up to this point, therefore adding up to a minute, give or take a few seconds, thus also resolving almost as inadequate to actually be of any importance as the first paragraph of this chapter.

"Rise, it's time to head out! Are you awake, yet? We need to get going! We still need to unpack and buy your supplies for school!" yelled a grown female voice floated down the hall and reached outside her door.

Rise didn't respond to the voice, but just got out of bed and started to get changed, thinking about her quite pleasing dream.

'The Dream of Thy Revolution.'

That's what she called it. Rise was now 15 years old and had recently moved, after having caused some trouble at her old school. She had accidentally used some powers that she couldn't control. Of course, she didn't believe that she had powers.

…But, one couldn't ignore the fact that freezing an Olympic pool, causing tsunami's big enough to wipe out half the school, and drinking enough water to have to go visit the Little Girl's Room at least 5 times a day, was not normal for a 10-year-old girl. Or for anyone if you actually think about it.

Anyways, Rise dismissed these events, saying that the air conditioning knob for the pool area was turned to the temperature of a freezer, the jets for the pool were turned on at high velocity, and admitting that she had been dehydrated due to activities at home. Can anyone say, 'de-ni-al'?

So, these anomalies were causing chaos to issue and, since Rise couldn't explain why, they had moved back to where Rise had been born before her father had taken her to the U.S.

Tokyo, Japan.

"Rise! You heard your mother! Hurry up we're going to be late! That's not the best way to start off a new life!"

Rise scoffed.

As a matter of fact, that wasn't her mother.

Rise's mother had died giving birth to her.

Her name was Mitsyo.

Emiko, her stepmother, had met her father not too long after they moved to the United States. She had moved there around the same time and had gotten along well together. Truth be told, she helped him get over her death. After all, her father and mother were deep in love. Cheesy, huh?

So, they got married and were living happily ever after. End of story.

But, Rise didn't like it. She used to, before the… 'Revolution'. She used to think it was sweet, she used to think that God had sent a caretaker to… well, take care of her father, to help him overcome her mother's death.

But, now, she just couldn't stand it. She thought the whole ordeal was sickening. It's not like Emiko was a bad person. It's the total opposite. Emiko tried hard to make Rise open up to her without pushing too hard, and she even succeeded when she was little. Rise had started calling her 'Mom' without hesitation, but now that she had changed, in however way that may be, she couldn't call her 'Mom'. It was just too… perfect.

Rise pulled on some pants with well-worn holes in the knees and ripped pant cuffs and a dark blue T-shirt that was loose enough to feel comfortable. Then she pulled a dark blue sweatshirt with a hood, also known as a 'hoodie', over it. Rolling up her sleeves, she put on her black gloves with finger holes cut out for them, brushed her short, dark brown hair that had that familiar hint of blue, and put it up into a small ponytail with the ends sticking up, slightly thick strands framing the sides of her face.

Lastly, she put on her dark brimmed glasses. The glasses were fake, but she didn't tell her family about her change so it would've seemed awkward if she didn't need them anymore, since she was, as in used to be, practically blind without them.

Rise pulled the door of her room open silently and walked out- only to run into a little boy in the process.

Rise grunted in surprise.

"Get out of the way, Hiroshi," she growled quietly.

"Hey, Rise!" he replied, his good mood evidently not effected by her hidden threat.

The little boy standing in Rise's way, blocking her from moving any further down the hall to meet up with her father and stepmother, was her cousin, Hiroshi Tuchida.

Hiroshi was 12 years old with reddish maroon hair, fiery red eyes, and a frighteningly pale complexion. If he were to lie on the ground with a substance that resembled something like ketchup splattered on his head, hands and torso, and had maybe a knife protruding out of an important part of his body, he would have looked dead to anyone who was actually looking down. Of course, that would be too grotesque and disconcerting to actually mention in this fanfic, so do the author/ess a favor and just pretend that he/she didn't even mention this bit of information. Also, he/she prays that before you 'forget' this bit of information that you were able to get an idea about how frighteningly pale Hiroshi's complexion really was and hopes that you will forgive him/her for choosing such a poor way to get the idea across.

So anyways, Hiroshi wasn't deathly ill, or had a skin problem, or recently had a major bloody nose that took about 15 minutes to stem the bleeding. It was just natural for him to have that frighteningly pale complexion just like it was just natural that he had that reddish, maroon hair and fiery red eyes.

Also, he was roughly about 4'6 ½ ".

"Hiroshi?"

"Yeah?"

"Get out of my way."

"I could… but then I would be condemning you to a 30 minute shout out, which, in your case, would escalate to around another 30 minutes which would unquestionably have us even later than we are currently," he responded astutely.

Rise, not surprised by his intellect, asked, "Emiko's lost her Doritos?"

"Yeah-pretty-much," he said almost grimly, which is a strange thing to see as his aunt's voice drifted down the hallway, sounding extremely pissed. "Why don't you just call her 'Mom'?"

"I'll handle it," Rise said, turning around and heading back into her room, not bothering to answer the question he just LOVED to ask. She came out a few moments later holding the bag of stolen Doritos while saying sternly, "Don't. Say. A word."

Hiroshi turned away from her, mouth dramatically 'Okay', and quietly went down the hall, quickly turning the corner to avoid running into Mrs. Urata or, to him, Aunt Emi.

Rise came down as soon as he turned the corner just as quietly, hiding the bag as much as possible by her side. She opened the pantry that her 'mother' had closed not too long ago and buried the Doritos under bags, plastic and paper ones that were saved from previous shopping expeditions. Then, she closed the door and went on a quick search for her 'Mom'.

She found her throwing pillows around their living room.

"Honey! Are you SURE that you haven't taken the Doritos again? I have a powerful urge to snack on something crunchy and cheddary and I am currently unable to fulfill that urge!"

"Then eat Cheetos," Rise suggested in a monotone, though the entertainment her stepmother was providing was extremely amusing.

"Haha. You're very funny. I admire your sense of humor in such a dire situation." Emiko stood up from her crouching position, stretching yet her head still swiveled around, continuously looking for the bag.

Rise sighed. "Why don't you check the pantry?"

"I did! I checked everywhere! I checked the cabinets! I check the bedroom! I checked the bathroom! I looked under the couch! And I am now currently shredding the couch apart for the fifth time!"

"Knowing you, you probably missed it since you're getting so frantic. Here, I'll show you." She turned back around, smiling slightly, though Emiko couldn't see, and disappeared for a few seconds. From where Emiko was standing, you could hear a triumphant 'Aha!' and the Rise appeared in the entryway, holding the bag of Doritos in front of her, waving it tauntingly.

"Whaddya know? I found the Doritos," she said, smirking.

Emiko jumped and grabbed the bag, practically falling off the couch and almost hitting her head on the floor in the process. Fortunately for her, the author/ess says 'practically' because he/she feels like being nice to Emiko and does not feel like conflicting any physical pain on her character for he/she finds no pleasure in pain considering that he/she seems to be able to stub his/her toe among other various injuries everyday and is surprised that he/she is still alive to write this wondrous fic, therefore deserving a round of applause. Of course, the author/ess is kidding. Maybe.

"Aha! Now, we can go."

"Good. I was starting to tire from watching your antics."

"Well, excuse me!" Emiko joked, though Rise wasn't laughing. She clambered over the cushions that were once on the couch and got to the stairs, yelling as she did this, "C'mon, Hiroshi! Time to go! Honey? Get off the toilet, please!"

Soon, meaning 15 minutes later, everybody was assembled in the kitchen. As the two adults lead the way to the car, Hiroshi leaned slightly over to Rise and whispered, "No bad."

She simply smirked and replied with, "Even you couldn't have done better."

"Well… I… could've… if I absolutely had to… just so y'know…"

"Sure."

At Rise's New School…
The Urata family, including Hiroshi Tuchida, entered the building with a sign that you would usually find outside of a school reading "Sarayashki Jr. High".

"It's depressing that I'm still so far away from freedom," Rise had sulked quietly to Hiroshi as they'd passed the sign on the way in.

They reached the front office area in a matter of minutes, in which Emiko and her father were pointing out all the perks of living in a 'nice' neighborhood. Of course, Rise didn't believe it. On the drive there, she had seen what looked like faces peeking out of alleyways.

Probably thugs, she had thought silently. She had looked over to Hiroshi, who had also noticed the figures. She'd nodded, and he'd nodded back. He had thought so, too.

They pulled into the parking lot conveniently located right outside so that they wouldn't have to walk that far and strolled into the building.

There was a lady at the counter who had looked up when they entered the school. The counter was one that was like an extra room built into the wall and just happened to have a nice little counter area. Rise could see shelves and what looked like piles of boxes surrounding her as well as her feet.

The lady looked to be around in her graying-hair years, wearing her white hair into a tight bun that seemed to pull at her face, which held glasses that magnified her eyes ten-fold. Dressed in a plain white shirt and a long black skirt, she had been simply sitting down at the desk-built-into-the-wall, staring at something, and looking as if she'd been practicing her smiling ability.

She smiled, and Rise shivered.

I think a LITTLE more practice wouldn't hurt…

She continued to grin smartly, at least, that's what she thought she was doing but was actually doing the exact opposite, and Rise looked beside her and saw Hiroshi visibly shiver as well.

Of course, it wouldn't do any GOOD, either…

Rise glanced at Hiroshi again and they both sighed. They continued to walk to the desk-that-was-built-into-the-wall, or DTWBITW, though dragging behind as far as possible. As soon as they got to the DTWBITW, the lady stood up from her seat and asked, "What can I do for you?" It looked as if her smile would fall off any moment.

Rise's father cleared his throat. "We're here to enlist a student," he replied smartly.

"Oh? And who would that be?" she asked, looking between Rise and Hiroshi. Her smile was really straining…

"It would be the brunette."

"Ah."

She ducked behind her desk for a moment. Rise played with the idea that she was getting a glue stick so that her smile would stay on better. How that would work, she did not know, so she gave it up when she heard the lady ask loudly from behind the desk,

"What're her height, age, and weight?"

"She's 5' 3", 15 and 105lbs (she's not obese—not that there is anything wrong with being obese)."

Rise, in the meantime, was imagining the lady's smile splat off right in front of her parents and have them screaming, making everyone else in the building go crazy, and having the lady get knocked outside and locked out somehow, when she was pulled sharply back to reality as the lady popped back up into view with a packet of paper for her parents to sign and…

"Uh," Rise's father stuttered, looking back and forth between Rise's face and the girl's uniform, which was wrapped in plastic wrap, then back to Rise's face. Hiroshi was also staring at Rise, thinking,

Oh no, not again…

Here's a little more info on Rise. She hates skirts, dresses, coulotts (those things wear it's a skirt as well as a pair of shorts), and everything that is pink, frilly, and girly-looking. The girl's uniform was something that she didn't like, and when she didn't like it, her face turned red.

Her face was turning red. Rise's dad turned back to the lady hurriedly saying, "I am SO sorry. I got them mixed up AGAIN!" He turned to Emiko. "I thought I asked you to tell me which one we were bringing! I thought Aki was going to the other school!"

Emiko shrugged hopelessly, "Uh… I forgot?" she said hesitantly, her brow wrinkling in uncertainty.

Rise's father turned back to the old lady, who was wearing a perplexed look. Obviously, she didn't know what he was talking about.

To be perfectly honest, no one did but him.

"I'm sorry. She's a twin," He said, motioning to Rise. "I got their schools mixed up. It's a complicated story. But, we don't need to go back and get Aki; we'll just use her as a prop. Is that okay, hunny?" he asked, looking at Rise, silently telling her to play along. Rise, still with a slightly red face, simply nodded jerkily.

"Good. They're the same height, same weight, same everything, it's almost scary. We'll just need the BOY'S uniform and everything will be dandy."

The old lady blinked, not exactly smiling anymore, showing that she really must've been an old grouch, looked back to the blue skirt, then looked back at them. Then she smiled, which made Rise think that it would rip her face in half if she continued doing so, the wrinkles on her face even more pronounced.

"Of course! Now, let's see…" and she disappeared once again behind the counter.

"Aha!" and she popped up again. She handed Rise's father the boy's uniform, which was also wrapped in plastic wrap, and said, with a fake-happy tone, "I'm surprised that such a… loving father would get his children mixed up!"

"Well, nowadays, it… it's just so easy…" he said with a tone of shame and innocence that still managed to make him seem to be easily offended. "Oh! I almost forgot!" he leaned over so that Hiroshi and his family couldn't hear. "Aki has a… slight hair problem," he whispered. "Is there any chance you'll let… him come to school with a hat? He's very self-conscience and we recently moved from a school where, uh… he couldn't concentrate so he had failing grades. We had him tested, so we know that he is smart… it's just… he can't work with people knowing, so don't tell anyone that doesn't need to know, okay?"

The lady had wide eyes, then she returned back to normal, which wouldn't be considered normal compared to other people, but that's not the focus of the story, so we'll just skip on over and say that she nodded in agreement, told him not to worry, and said that everything would be taken care of.

The lady nodded in agreement and told him, "Don't worry. Everything will be taken care of."

There. See? Told ya. Now, on with the story...

"Now, just fill out those forms and either mail them back in or, if you want him to start immediately, you may drive them in and we'll get to them as soon as we possibly can," she told him as he turned back to the family that was walking out of the door.

"Sounds great. Thank you SO much."

Quietly walking outside of the school, the family got into the car and proceeded to initiate the engine, steering themselves out of the parking lot.

Rise stared at her dad in, though she didn't show it, absolute amazement. Then, she scowled and faced her window sharply. She was supposed to be the deceitful one, though she always wondered whom she got the knack from. So, she asked harshly, "What's the hat for?"

Her father glanced at her, then returned his gaze to the street. "Well," he started, "I figured that you wouldn't want to have to cut your hair and be a boy 24/7, so I thought that you would want to put it up into a bun or something and hide it when you're out and about as Aki."

She frowned. "What kind of name is 'Aki'?"

"It was your grandfather's name. It means 'autumn'."

"Ah."

Her father was silent, but then he asked, "Rise… how did you know I asked for a hat?"

'Uh-oh! A normal kid couldn't do that!' a familiar voice in her head thought fearfully.

"U-uh…" she stuttered. "I- uh, dropped a penny and- um- I went back to get it…?" Uh-oh. Rise Urata never stuttered. And if she did, it was because she was… dun dun dun… lying.

"It's true Mr. Urata," Hiroshi jumped in. "We-we were betting on… the-the possibility that if you were to- uh- drop a-a coin on the ground, it would most likely land on… uh…"

"Heads!" Rise concluded for him, regaining her calm wits. "Yeah, and it rolled close to where you were, so I just happened to overhear what you were saying… sorry, but it didn't seem to be that important, so I didn't think that it really mattered if I told you… sorry," she repeated.

"Oh! Okay." Her father replied without a comment. Unsure of that what meant, the two kids stayed quiet in fear of blowing it. Rise looked over to Hiroshi, who in turn gave a wide smile, reaching from one ear to the other. Rise, unable to fight it down, let out a small smirk.

The rest of the drive home was in silence, though it did not last long. They reached their house in a matter of minutes in which Hiroshi complained to a barely listening Rise about from having to go to that school in the next two years to how 'cool' it was that she was able to pose as a boy for the time being just so that she didn't have to wear a skirt.

"Well, I'd feel more comfortable wearing concealing clothing instead of a blanket wrapped around my waist," Rise had countered defensively as Hiroshi smirked.

"Whatever."

"Yeah. Whatever."

Later That Week…
It was nighttime at the Urata household, and everyone was doing their own thing during their own time. Mr. And Mrs. Urata were watching TV in their room while reading a newspaper clipping about teens getting house arrested or a book about raising potential Goths. Hiroshi was in his room trying to control his consistent urge to set something on fire, like a Barbie doll, a skirt that Rise had given him when she had received it once for her birthday, a paper ball… anything. Rise was in her bathroom, taking her shower that lasted approximately an hour or so, about 15 minutes after the hot water runs out. Why she would censure herself to such obvious torture is left a mystery.

The last words floating through her mind were, "Tomorrow's a big day! I hope you are prepared for it, like I warned you to!" Yeah, it was a big day, starting school and all.

But, little did she know… tomorrow would be bigger than she was actually prepared for… even though being prepared for it… would be seemingly… impossible…

.:AN:.

The second chapter of Boresville has now been complete. Next comes the fun, action, suspenseful scenes that will be sure to make you want to keep reading it even though the story may be over! I also wanted to say that I am aware that I am using names from my other stories. Some of that is done on purpose, others the characters have nothing to do with each other. Hopefully it will make sense later on in the long run. Turn in next time join Rise on her first day at acertain hero's school. Find out who it is in the next chapter of:

Solemn Lives- Part 1: Tidal Motions by painin uranus!

Here's a Sneak Peak at what's to come in the next chapter of Solemn Lives- Part 1: Tidal Motions…

"Sorry, punk, but you can't drink here!" exclaimed the brown-haired teen.

"And why not?" Rise growled.

"This is ------(insert hero's name)------'s territory and he specifically asked us to guard this fountain!" replied the frantic blond.

Hmph. This ------(insert hero's name)------ guy sounds like a total ditz...

"Is that so?" she asked in a fake excited tone. "Well, good for you! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get a drink of water."

"Sorry, man, but that's a no-go. You can go to one of the other fountains or drink and ------(insert hero's name)------'ll pound your face in. Or better yet, I'll do it for him!" the brunette stated while cracking his knuckles.

Rise pretended to think.

"Hmmm… y'know, that's a tough one… give me a minute to think… wait! You know what?"

They shook their heads idiotically.

"I think even better when I have something to drink."…

Until Next Time…

On Solemn Lives- Part 1: Tidal Motions by painin uranus!