Title: Doctor Minamoto
Inspiration(s): Doctor Zhivago
Author: Miss Rei Faun
Anime: Yu Yu Hakusho
Type of Fanfic: Alternative Universe; set in Revolutionary to Communist China and it begins in the year 1923 to 1973 (the "present").
Genre: Romance/Drama
Couple(s): (Not telling you)
Yaoi Yuri, or Het: Het
Original Characters: Er...let's just say, the only characters that are NOT original characters are Kurama and one other person...
Notes/Warnings: Nothing much...but hopefully this YYH girl won't be too OOC (that is, I don't want her to be gloomy like Lara, but I don't want her to be too cheerful like she sometimes is...) Oh yeah—some historical accuracy is not guaranteed!
Rating: R for some language and violence/death (because of war and revolution) but mostly because of hard lime (almost lemon)
Chapter Rating: PG-13 (for political reasons and something else)
Disclaimer: YYH belongs to Togashi/Toei/FUNimation; Zhivago belongs to Boris Pasternak

Shanghai, 1933

"And for tomorrow, class, we'll study more interesting prokaryotes!" A male teacher announced as the final bell rang, which meant the end of the school day. All the students left the classroom, except one familiar young man.

"Kurama, I know you must be excited by bacteria and such, but school's over, son," the teacher said to him.

"I know, Doctor Huang, but...it's so amazing..." Kurama smiled.

Dr./Mr. Huang smiled. "You really want to become a doctor, do you, son?"

Kurama nodded. He's seventeen, now, and ever since he took chemistry it was his life long dream.

"Well, you just keep going, son," Dr./Mr. Huang smiled and ruffled Kurama's short hair. "I'm sure you'll be the best doctor yet."

Kurama grinned.

Huang suddenly looked out the window. "Say! Isn't that the bus about to leave?"

"HUH!" Kurama grabbed his book and zoomed out of the building like lighting...

He made it just in time!

Breathless, he sat at the only seat available.

The girl next to him paid no attention. This young glasses-wearing girl with short, sky-blue hair and pink eyes simply stared at the window.

Kurama shrugged and sat back, enjoying his almost missed ride...

It was a lovely spring day in 1933. There were certain places where Shanghai was most gorgeous, and there were certain places where it was most horrid. Either way, that really couldn't change two certain political problems which will later be explained.

Anyway, the blue-haired girl stood up and pulled the bell, and then the bus stopped.

She quickly got off and the bus droved on.

The girl was heading towards a park. There were flyers posted on some trees. Some say, "Together We Can Drive Out the Japs!" Others say, "Destroy all capitalists!" or "Nationalists are Jap Sympathizers!"

You see, there's already a civil war between the Communists and the Nationalist that began in the late 1920s. Things get worse when the imperial Japanese have gone Fascist and seized Manchuria (and renamed it Manchuko). Apparently, the Nationalist were concentrating more on defeating the Communists than trying to get the Japanese out of Manchuria.

Some people were handing out these flyers to other people.

One of them was a tall young man with glasses. "Support the Revolution! Support Mao!" He urged each person. Suddenly some officers marched right over to the man.

"Excuse me! Just what are you doing?" One officer asked.

"I'm simply doing my duty as a loyal citizen...if you don't mind." The young man answered.

"These aren't acts against our leader Chiang Kai-shek, is there!" Apparently, the leader of the Nationalists has been killing any Communists (or people suspected of being a Communist) around this period.

"Chang!"

The officers and the man known as Chang turned to find the frightened blue-haired girl.

"You know this man, miss?" One of the officers asked.

The girl tried to be brave. "Y-Yes!" And then she got her senses together and marched right over to Chang. "And if he doesn't return home, mother will surely kill us!" And then she dragged the taller man.

"Are you sure you two are siblings?" The puzzled officers asked. "I mean...your hair..."

The girl nodded, smiling...and the two ran off...

"Botan..." Chang began.

The girl looked up. Apparently, Botan Xiao (or Xiao Botan, however you want it) had enough money for two ice cream cones at the best malt shop in Shanghai. The record player played some of the best swing tunes around (this is the '30s after all...).

"You could've told them...that you were my fiancée..."

Botan shrugged; she's just happy he's not in trouble.

"It's the truth."

"I doubt society would approve of two young people marrying, without our families' consent," she answered, and proceeded to chug down the ice cream...

"Society will change under Mao," Chang assured.

Yuo-Ling Chang was in fact a revolutionary. The two were childhood friends...and then the teenagers pretty much fell in love and wanted to get married.

"So, how did you...know I was here, anyway?"

"Well, you didn't show up for school, as usual," the girl grinned, "So I figured you be at the park, trying to help liberate China."

"It's not easy, Botan."

Botan's expression soon became serious. "Not only that, Chang, but it's dangerous! Please be careful—the Nationalists kill anyone who sympathizes with Communism!"

"I know...I'll try to be more careful."

Chang walked Botan home. It was actually a clothing shop, in which her mother owns, producing the finest silk, Chinese dresses.

"Will you be at school, tomorrow?" the girl asked.

"I don't know..." the young man answered, "but if I don't you know where I'll be, right?"

"Yes sir!" Botan giggled and ran inside, while Chang smiled and went on.

"Mama!" The girl called. "I'm home!"

"Botan!" It was her mother, with short, curly black hair (that was the style of the 30s.) and pink eyes. She didn't look too happy. "You're late! Where in the world have you been!" She began coughing.

"Sorry, Mama," Botan sighed as she secretly rolled her eyes. Her mother can be a real pain sometimes... "I was talking to a friend of mine." She began to walk up to her room so she can change.

"What friend?" Her mother demanded.

Botan sighed. "He—er—she's that girl...her mother owns that shoe shop, remember?"

"Oh yes! Yes of course..."

The girl was about to shut the door, until—

"Qing-Po Huen is own his way here, Botan, so hurry and help me clean up this place!"

"But Mama!" She protested.

"No buts! Our financial health depends on him." And at that her mother went to another room.

Botan groaned. She had homework to do! And she didn't really want to see Qing-Po Huen either...


Meanwhile...

"Kurama!" Uncle Qi shouted happily and proceeded in practically squeezing the boy!

"Oohhh brother," Aunt Yin shook her head with a smile.

"Did something good happen?" Kurama asked.

" 'Did something good happen!' " Uncle Qi repeated. "Why, Mei's coming home from Hong Kong!" And then he took Aunt Yin and started doing the Charleston with her!

"Hey, stop that!" She protested. "I have to cook, you know!"

"That's wonderful!" Kurama smiled. "When will she return?"

"In two weeks!" Uncle Qi shouted happily.

A butler and a maid looked at them, strangely. Then, Uncle Qi ran and started doing the Charleston with the maid!

Aunt Yin shook her head again.

"It's been two years since she went to that school for girls in Hong Kong," the boy said.

"It sure is!" Aunt Yin answered. "She's been reading every poem of yours, you know."

"Really?" Kurama was quite the poet.

Aunt Yin nodded and then gave her nephew a warm smile. "You see, you do have a gift...and it's with your pen." She then ruffled his short hair and said, "Now you keep up the good work." And at that she left.

Meanwhile...

The doorbell ran.

"Coming!" Botan (in her regular clothes) ran to get to the door. As soon as she saw who it was, she frowned. "Qing-Po..."

"Princess," Qing-Po Huen replied.

"Botan! Is it..." Mrs. Xiao stopped as she saw the older man. "Qing-Po..." She ran to him and they kissed passionately. Botan turned around, casually.

"How's your cold?" Qing-Po asked Mrs. Xiao.

"Well, it's not getting any better..."

True, this man was their finance advisor, but he and Botan's mother were also lovers. Botan didn't like him one bit...and it's not because of the relationship.

"Mama," Botan sighed. "I'm gonna do my homework." And she left.

While Mrs. Xiao was checking on the dresses, Qing-Po walked over to Botan's room. Indeed, Botan was doing homework. Qing-Po couldn't help but glance at her. She has grown into a "beautiful woman," as he would say sometimes.

Botan knew very well he was staring at her. "You can stop staring at me, now."

Qing-Po cleared his throat. "What makes you think I'm staring at you?"

And then she turned around to face him, pretty mad. "You always stare at me!"

"Not every time..."

"Yes you do, you liar...I hope you don't start becoming a pervert, you..."

Qing-Po sighed. "I can assure you I'm not a pervert."

"And besides, I already have a boyfriend."

Qing-Po shrugged. "A boyfriend at your age will cause a scandal...and besides, I'm not that interested in you, Princess. All I'm saying is that you're becoming a beautiful lady."

"And I don't care!" She retorted with a huff. "And stop calling me 'Princess.' That sounds weird..."

"Boy, can you be such a spoiled brat sometimes." And at that, he left.

Botan sighed in relief.

She had known him since she was only twelve. They never got along very much, but kept that secret from Mrs. Xiao. Well, years passed and she was now fifteen (and in those days, considered a woman...). Now if Qing-Po was taking an interest in Botan...well...she couldn't do anything about it. He was their financial advisor and without him, they're doomed to poverty. No one else would help them, but him. So if he tried anything, the only thing she could do is to watch her guard...and she's pretty good at it, as we had just read.

Two Hours Later...

"Oh dear..." said Mrs. Xiao, who was checking on her temperature. She seems to be running a fever. "There's no way I can go with you tonight."

"Oh, Mama...I'm sure you'll be fine," Botan answered.

"No...I can't go...Botan, you'll just have to accompany Qing-Po."

"You sure?" Qing-Po asked.

"Of course," she answered.

"But, Mama!" Botan protested.

"Nonsense, dear," her mother insisted. Then she turned to Qing-Po. "This is her first party, you know. I want her to get into the society."

Botan sighed. Oh great... she thought. And it wasn't just that... And with him no less!

((A/N: That's it for now...stay tuned...))