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: Thanks "Stargrl" and "YYHfan" for the reviews. I couldn't reply by email, so... In response to the supporting communist thing, "Stargrl," if you mean by me, I'm no Communist—it's too extreme. I'd rather go for Socialism if I had to choose between the two. I can understand why anyone would support it back then, with corrupt leaders and politicians, economic problems, corrupt businessmen, etc. If you mean Botan, then...well, she doesn't care whose the ruler, as long as there's peace and no lives are taken, which is happening right now, so she's is concerned. The thing is, though, she's a 15-year-old teenage girl who's got her own problems. Yuo-Ling's a revolutionary, so she's worried about him more than anyone else. Right now she's willing to support him through thick and thin, so long as he's careful. Don't worry, you're not offending me!
So anyway, for this chapter, there's Political Violence. And then something bad is going to happen to Botan. 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/R (for violence and mature situations)
Disclaimer: YYH belongs to Togashi/Toei/FUNimation; Zhivago belongs to Boris Pasternak
"I think I'm gonna catch a picture, tonight," Kurama called out to Aunt Yin and Uncle Qi as he grabbed his coat.
"All right, dear," Aunt Yin called back. "Be careful!"
"All right, Aunt Yin." Kurama walked out the door and simply whistled as he walked about two blocks to a movie theatre.
Downtown...
The heart of downtown Shanghai was full of glittering lights, cars, and whatnot, and it was pretty...well...pretty...
Well, a very nice looking taxi cab stopped by one of the most extravagant restaurants, which was French. And out came Qing-Po with Botan, whose hair was curled and bangs were pulled back...and she was wearing a silk, light blue ornate Chinese dress.
And boy was she embarrassed! It was her first party after all...not that she was all that interested. And on top of that, that dress was exposing her legs on the sides. Oh boy...
"Qing-Po!" Someone shouted. "Who's the girl?"
"She's my niece," Qing-Po answered.
Ooohhhhh boooy... Botan thought, totally embarrassed.
Every couple held close to each other and danced to the fast jazz music that was a cross between the Charleston and Ragtime to the Swing of the later '40s. Most of them were French, British, American, or Japanese. There were few Chinese—wealthy Chinese, that is.
After Qing-Po and Botan were checked (for reservations), they each took a seat. Botan took out a menu to look. Unfortunately they weren't any milk shakes or ice cream or rice balls for her—only fancy food. She grimaced at some of the choices. What the heck is a caviar? What the...hmm! Is that what Mama's been eating! No wonder she's sick!
"That's...a nice dress," Qing-Po spoke.
Botan looked up. "Oh...well thank you. Mama made it."
"She does make pretty dresses."
"She sure does."
"Bon Jour!" A waiter spoke in French.
"Bon Jour," Qing-Po spoke back. While he was explaining what he wanted, Botan just sat there dumbfound. She knows no French at all. I mean, the only foreign language she knew was English.
The waiter asked, in French of course, "And what would the mademoiselle like?"
"Um..." Botan just said. Then she turned Qing-Po. "Tell him I want...er...whatever this is..."
And then Qing-Po spoke in French to the waiter. The waiter left.
"I also ordered some champagne," Qing-Po said.
"But I'm too young for that. And Mama—"
"Ah, but Mama doesn't have to know," Qing-Po replied with a wink.
Botan stared at him for a moment and then they both laughed.
"You know," Botan began, "Sometimes you're not as bad as you are at other times."
"And sometimes you're not as annoying as you are at other times."
Meanwhile, many students, half of them very young, were planning to stage a peaceful protest (and getting the mayor to sign a petition) about the Japanese. Among these students were Yuo-Ling Chang. As a revolutionary, he wasn't afraid of the consequences.
And so, carrying a petition, they all marched, all the way to the city hall...
"Say, this es-cahr-got isn't so bad!" Botan grinned. She was a little drunk; on the account of she had drunk a little too much champagne...
"Oh really?" Qing-Po replied, drinking his wine, getting a little drunk as well. "Didn't know you like snails."
Immediately Botan spit the whole stuff out! "Oh gyad!" Botan then jugged a whole glass of champagne and suddenly she wanted to throw up...
"Oh stop acting like a child. You'll get used to it."
" 'Get used to it'!" Botan slurred angrily. "Are you nuts!"
"Well, here, Princess, you can have some of my beef." And he gave a couple of pieces to her.
"Thank you," but instead of eating that she poured down another whole glass of champagne.
"You should stop drinking so much..."
"But I LIKE champ-ahgen!" She giggled.
Suddenly, shouts from outside were getting louder and louder enough to every one at the restaurant to hear and for the musicians to stop playing. There were shouts like, "Get the Japs out!" and the like.
When the shouts faded, some people began laughing. Others shook their head and some others said something anti-Chinese. Had Botan been sober she'd go up and beat the crap out of that person.
"Let's dance," Qing-Po said.
"Dance? Oh all right..." Botan sighed as the two went up to dance to the jazz waltz...
...But not before Botan took another gulp of champagne...
Qing-Po held her close to keep her from slumping. "Stop slumping, will you? You're making a fool out of us."
"I'un care 'bout that! I wanna dance!" she slurred.
Qing Po sighed. He then looked down at her.
A person drinking makes people more attractive than they really are, and that is what was happening to Qing-Po on Botan. Some new feeling was coming to him. His hand unconsciously glided from her back to her waist...and then even lower...
She didn't even notice.
"I nee..."
"What was that Princess?"
"I gotta teach Chang how ta..." And then she yawned, "...dance..."
Qing-Po continued staring at her. And then one thought crossed his mind. He needed more wine.
"Let's get more champagne and wine, Princess."
Botan's eyes bright up a bit. "Now that'sh more likeit!" And she laughed drunkenly. "Whoo!"
The shouts continued. Sometimes it would get fiercer.
Kurama just happened to walk by from the theatre. He enjoyed the movie (the theatre was kind of outdated, so it ended up being a silent movie, but he still enjoyed it.).
Suddenly he just happened to hear the anti-Japanese shouts.
Now Kurama was part Japanese. Though he was sometimes made fun of at school for that (and he hadn't had any friends as a result), he still loved China—he lived there his whole life, and didn't like what the Japanese were doing.
Suddenly, several police were walking out, facing the students. The students quieted down, watching what will happen now. Everything quieted down.
And so began a few moments of suspenseful silence...
The taxi cab came back to pick up a drunk Qing-Po and an even more drunk Botan.
As the taxi cab was taking them home, Botan and Qing-Po were just sitting there.
Being drunk, Qing Po couldn't keep his eyes off of her body or legs. That new feeling in him was stronger than ever.
"Boy! That wash de best night evar!" Botan slur-shouted and grinned
"I'm glad you like it."
She yawned and then...
Her head ended up on his shoulder and her arms ended up wrapped around his arm... "I wish I had more cham-pagen..."
Qing-Po looked at her exposed legs, those creamy virgin legs.
He couldn't take it anymore...
He took up her hand and kissed it. Botan didn't even notice...
"I have more wine at my house if you'd like," Qing-Po slurred in a low voice.
"Super!" Botan slurred just before she went on to sleep.
His house was exactly where the taxi cab drove on to...
Meanwhile, the students were still waiting to see what the police will do. The "captain" raised his arm. Some of the students were beginning to be afraid.
Kurama stood there anxiously to see what will happen.
The captain had his arm up for a few moments. Everyone stood there, wondering whether he direct his arm at them or at the soldiers (to hold their fire).
The arm pointed at the students.
Kurama gasped.
So did Yuo-Ling.
Most of the students screamed and they all tried to run away.
And then the massacre began.
BANG! BLAM!
Screams pierced the night!
Even more piercing were the guns!
People—young people—some young as eleven—fell into puddles of blood while the others tried to get away!
Police chased after them.
It was pure chaos.
Many ran right by Kurama! And that pretty much told him to get the hell out of there, because the police were chasing them that way as well.
The police even fired at the people...and some fell dead!
Kurama, running with them, was horrified at what was happening. And he feared that his short life may end. He saw a dark alley and managed to sneak to there.
And from there he ran on home, frightened.
It began to rain.
An hour later...
A taxi cab stopped by the clothes-making shop. And out stumbled Botan.
Her hair was wild and all over the place and her face was as wild. Plus, her dressed was only half buttoned. She somehow managed to get inside the house. Botan, a little more sober now and completely soaked, tried to remember what she was doing at the restaurant. The sharp headache made her realize that she must have been drinking a lot of champagne. She tried to remember what happened afterwards. Botan remembered being in the cab with Qing-Po, and then looking at her half-fastened dress made her remember waking up in his house...in a couch...wondering what happened to her dress.
It was only after that did she began to realize what just happened to her.
Botan's eyes widened right after. Her heart began beating fast. She could now hardly breathe, and soon the tears came.
She screamed and collapsed.
"Kurama!" Aunt Yin and Uncle Qi exclaimed.
There he was, panting and still very frightened.
"You look a fright!" Aunt Yin cried.
"What in Sam Hill happened to you!" Uncle Qi exclaimed.
The young man simply stood there, until... "Police..."
"Come again?"
"People...dead..."
"Kurama! What do you mean?" Aunt Yin shouted.
"It was peaceful protest!" Kurama shouted at last.
"Peaceful protest?"
"All they wanted to do is get a petition signed."
"Who?" Uncle Qi asked.
"The students," Kurama answered. "Some of them were younger then thirteen, Uncle Qi."
"And then what happened?" Aunt Yin asked.
"The police..."
"They arrested the students?"
"Worse. They...they kil—"
"They KILLED them!" Aunt Yin shouted in horror.
"So all the guns shots we heard were from there..." Uncle Qi said.
"But...why! Why in hell would they do this!" She shouted, very angry.
"Because the government would hear none of it, dear," he answered. "You know how they are, these days. If only Sun Yat-sen were still alive..."
"Aunt Yin," Kurama began. "Why does the government kill anyone who disagrees with them? Why can't we address our opinions? Wasn't that what Sun Yat-sen wanted?"
"A republic?" Aunt Yin replied. "Yes...that was what he wanted, but when he died, that idea slowly died with him, dear. And as you know, people don't get killed for voicing their beliefs in a republic."
Kurama sighed.
"How did you get caught up in this, anyway?"
"I just happened to walk by."
"Well you need to be careful, son!" Uncle Qi exclaimed.
"Just be glad we gave him and Mei an afternoon curfew back in '27," Aunt Yin sighed with a faint smile. "Things were really ugly then."
"Don't I know it!"
Kurama looked up at them with a faint smile. He suddenly had hope in China.
Maybe in years to come, China may finally be a republic again...
((A/N: Well, I don't think I have anything to say, so just stay tuned.))