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 Botan
Notes/Warnings: It's all about Botan and Qing-Po. Kurbot (Thanks by the way!), there'll be some good news about Botan, a sigh of relief if you will...so don't worry!
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 adult situations and some language)
Disclaimer: YYH belongs to Togashi/Toei/FUNimation; Zhivago belongs to Boris Pasternak

Three hours later...

Botan suddenly woke up from the couch. She felt a little woozy.

She looked up at the ticking clock.

Four A.M... Two hours before school...

Was it a dream?

She put on her glasses and glanced at her bright ornate Chinese dress poorly buttoned.

It wasn't a dream after all.

She silently sobbed. "What am I going to do!"

Suddenly someone knocked on her door, startling her. Who would even be up at the time of night or morning!

"Who is it?" She whispered.

"Botan! It's me!" A voice of a young man whispered. "Chang!"

Chang! What is he doing up? Botan silently walked to the door, so she wouldn't wake up her mother. (She just remembered that she had screamed earlier...Botan was lucky that her mother was a hard sleeper.)

"Chang! What is it?" She whispered. "Are you all right?"

"Just open the door." He sounded very serious. Angry even.

So she had opened the door...

And as soon as she saw Chang she gasped in horror. "Chang! Wh...what happened to your face!"

A long bloody scar ran down his face. "It was those policemen! Those bastards!" He cursed. She led him inside.

"Chang, what have I told you about being careful?"

"There were kids as young as eleven, Botan!" He snapped.

She stood still, still horrified.

He continued, "While all the rich fuckers were eating all the food they can get...and all the fucking wine they could drink...we get murdered just because we want some deserved help!" He banged his fist on the wall!

"Chang!"

"Botan, dear?" It was her mother. "Are you up so early?"

Botan called back, "Yes, Mama, just getting a drink of water."

Chang became slightly worried now. "Quick, where's the iodine?"

"Huh? Oh! It's just right here..." She began searching though one of the cabinets. "There we go!"

"What kind of dress is that? And what happened with your hair?"

That froze Botan...she completely forgot once again that she was still wearing the disheveled Chinese dress.

Yuo-Ling Chang...her childhood friend and sweetheart. She couldn't bear to imagine his reaction should he find out her drunken defloration with an older man...

"Oh...um..." She managed to choke out. "It's a dress Mama wanted me to try out..." She also got a piece of cloth. She never faced him, for she was ashamed. "Silly me!" She managed a fake giggle, "Just I overslept in it...Mama's gonna be mad!"

"Botan?" Chang became concerned. "Have you been drinking? You smell like you have."

Suddenly she turned back to him, angry (more at herself than him, though). "NO! Why would you assume that! It's...just bad perfume!" She silently wished that was all it was. She had the unopened bottle of iodine in one hand and the cloth on the other. "I got it all ready, now!" She walked closer. "Now just stay still...this may hurt a little—"

"Owww-shit!"

"Chang, be quiet!" She whispered. "Mama may be up for all we know! Besides, you're the one who wanted to go to that protest! I—" She stopped short at what she just said. Chang was staring at her, his eyes cold. "I'm sorry...yammering again..." She grimaced while dabbing the scar with the iodine. "This is ridiculous...there! That should do it."

She but the cloth in the sink and put back the iodine. Behind her, Chang silently pulled something out of his jacket. She turned around...

And she gasped in horror—she almost shrieked! Chang had to calm her down.

You see, he had pulled out a pistol.

"Chang! What in god's name—"

"I need you to hide this," he simply whispered. "It's loaded, so be careful."

"Are you nuts!"

"I'm through play nice with these fuckers, Botan and so are many others. Those fuckers want bloodshed? We'll give them bloodshed."

"Botan? Are you coming up to get dressed?" It was her mother once again.

"I'm coming!" Botan called back.

"Please, Botan..." Chang began.

She began shoving him out the front door. "Okay, okay, fine! Just leave, mother's coming down! Wait! Let's go to the back door!" Botan hid the pistol in a hidden cabinet and they silently tip-toed to the back door.

Botan asked quickly, "So you will not be at school, today?"

"No." Before he went out, he said, "Thank you, comrade."

"Chang..." Botan whispered, hearing the word "comrade" and how unfaithful she was to him...

How she wanted to cry again.

At school...

Botan simply stared at the window, full of thoughts. She couldn't bear seeing Qing-Po, that bastard, again, for what has happened. And poor Yuo-Ling. Her sweetheart. Then there's her own mother, who Qing-Po's supposed to be in love with.

Suddenly, the bell rung, signalizing the end of the school day.

She was saying goodbye to some of the other schoolgirls and was about to hop on the bus when suddenly caught her hand.

To her horror it was Qing-Po. He looked uneasy, almost guilty.

"Wha?"

"I need to talk to you."

Botan became enraged, in fact, she didn't even care that she was surrounded by people. This society was treating women like dirt and she was a victim of that. "LIKE HELL YOU WILL!" And she ran off, shocking the others, as well as Qing-Po (who was also embarrased and mad).

Kurama, who just happened to be there, watched the scenario.

"Will you just shut up, girl!" Qing-Po shouted when he finally caught her in an alley.

"NO!" she screamed, struggling to break from his grasp.

"You have embarrased me!"

"Like I care! GO AWAY!"

"Look! Just hear me out!"

Botan calmed down for a little. Just a little. "You don't even deserve being heard. Not from me!"

"If you must know, what happened wasn't as bad as you think!"

Botan stopped for a moment, and looked at him like he was retarded. "What!"

Qing-Po sighed. "I can't remember why I even brought you to my place...I guess that wine got the better of me."

Botan looked away, still pissed.

"But you were drunk as well, so don't put the entire blame on me."

He was right, she sadly had to admit. She did get drunk, but wasn't he encouraging her?

"But it's my fault for giving you champagne in the first place. I don't even know what I was thinking..."

Botan was quite amazed. "Wow...you really are sincere about this."

"I'm not that much of a bastard. Besides, Princess, I don't even think you're that attractive...I said that before. Look, let's go somehwere and talk more about this." He reached for her hand.

"I'm not holding your hand," Botan muttered.

"Fine."

They decided to sit in the malt shop Botan like to be in. She was still uneasy being with him. So, it had turned out he didn't mean to take advangtage of her. Not that it was in any of their control anyway...with the wine and champagne. Or maybe she WANTS to believe that. Who knows?

"I...I still don't see why it wasn't as bad," Botan began. "We still...you know..."

"No we didn't."

"Yes we did! I'm sure we did."

"We didn't, because when I woke up, I saw that we both still had on some clothes."

Botan's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"I'm an expert on this...if we had gone all the way, we wouldn't have worn anything. You still had on your underwear and slip and I still had on my shirt and pants."

Botan stood dumbfounded, "So all that happened was probably just kissing and stuff?" She grimaced at that...I mean this is Qing-Po...but then it could have been worse...right? "But we were both drunk...why—"

"Lucky for the both of us, we passed out before we could go further."

The strange thing about this was...it was all true. Botan could not remember, and was reluctant to believe all this at first. Then she questioned, "What do you mean 'both of us'!"

"I'd be ruined!" He snapped.

Botan looked out at the window and rolled her eyes at that. "Hmph."

Then Qing-Po looked at her right in the eye. "Hey! Just be glad...it could've been worse, you know."

"You'd still be ruined if anyone should find out about this, period," Botan explained, worried about her mother and Yuo-Ling. "And what about Mama?"

He looked at the window and sighed miserably. "What about your mother? We just don't say anything. We keep this between us—we don't even think about it."

"I'll try."

At home...

"I'm glad you both are finally home...I made some dinner." It was her mother. "Thank you for picking her up, darling." And she ran up to kiss Qing-Po. Both he and Botan looked at each other nervously, remembering what they've discussed.

After they were done eating, Botan began washing dishes while Qing-Po and Mrs. Xiao were simply talking. She was knitting things...and Qing-Po...

Well, he was staring at Botan, thinking about what could've happened...not that he cared that much about her, only about what would happen to him...

Little did he know, Botan was thinking about this as well...

"Well, I have to fix the dress Botan was wearing and—" Mrs. Xiao stopped short, seeing that her lover was staring at Botan. "Huen? Why are you staring at Botan?"

"Oh! I was staring at the windows...they look pretty old..." He answered, as casual as he could get.

She looked back at her knitting. "Oh...really?" Mrs. Xiao suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, suspicious even.

The one thing Botan was happy about, was that she and Qing-Po never did it, only kissing...

That made her frown again.

Even though it could've been worse, it was still just as bad. Neither Yuo-Ling or Mrs. Xiao would take it. And it could still cause a scandal, not only ruining Qing-Po's career, but Botan and Mrs. Xiao as well.

And so she and Qing-Po were faced with a dilemma.

((A/N: Okay, that's enough for Botan right now...let's get to Kurama...))