One of those wonderful disclaimers I've gotta add in.
I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho (much as it pains me to say it). And...don't sue me. Or send Hiei after me oO;; If you send anyone, send Kurama (hahaha...)
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"Thorns Have Roses Too, You Know"
Chapter 1
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La la la la la...I'm Izumi. Hi. Nice ta mee'cha. And...yeah. Nice ta mee'cha. Again.
Begin strange intro now:
Well, I'm Izumi and I'm writing this lovely fanfic. Yay...stop looking at me like that. I know that was beyond obvious. I have come to tell you of a tale of...tellingness! Yes, a taily tale! Not really. Unless you consider-whacked! OKAY FINE, I'LL STOP STALLING!
Once upon a time...well, it wasn't really all that long ago...there lived a dude. Whoohoo, my intros rock.
"If you don't leave RIGHT NOW, I'm gonna hurt you. Seriously. Go now. LEAVE." I pleaded/commanded/wished to physically harm my brother. He was hovering over my shoulder when I was trying to read a fanfiction. I HATE when people read over my shoulder. It bugs me. Really. "If you don't go RIGHT NOW, I'm gonna call mom." He looked at me, grinning a grin stupid enough to suit Kuwabara. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"None of your business. Get out"
"You have the screen minimized. What are you hiding?" He's as persistant as my dad!
"Nothing. I'm not hiding anything." Lies! ALL LIES!
"Suuuuuuuuure..." His voice cracked as he answered with extra-extra-emphasized sarcasm.
"I'm serious. GO AWAY"
"Read me something funny first." I sighed at his childish request. He always wanted me to read him my funnier fanfictions. I was usually forced to humor him, but this time, I wasn't in the mood. I took a deep breath, prepared to call for reinforcements. He refused to leave. "Last chance." I warned. He sat there, unmoving, the Kuwabara-grin plastered to his face.
"MOMMMMMMMM! ICHIRO WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE"
"ICHIRO, LEAVE YOUR SISTER ALONE!" she yelled from downstairs. "SHE'S DOING HOMEWORK"
"NO SHE'S NOT! SHE'S-" I tried smothering Ichiro with a pillow, knowing he wouldn't die; he's too annoying and cochroach-like. He struggled free and FINALLY left the room. I sighed in relief.
I could finally get back to reading the wonderful fanfiction I had been reading earlier.
Kurama, Kurama, Kurama. You're such a wonderful character. You're so cute, I could just hug you.
A loud bang sounded downstairs.
Stupid stupid stupid brother. Always dropping and breaking things. I think I've rubbed off on him in that way...
Then, the house was silent. Why on earth hasn't mom yelled at him yet? Did dad finally grind him into a pulp? Do I have a few moments of silence on my hands?
...silence...
...kinda creepy...
...uh...hello?
I walked left the room I was in and peered over the banister.
...uh...anyone here? That bang didn't quite sound like a door slamming...
I went back into the room and sat back down at the computer. Silence was nice...but...definately not normal in my house...strange...
Maybe he's dead.
Maybe I'm dead.
Maybe this is like that movie I saw last week. What was the name...it had ghosts and stuff...and dead people saw only what they wanted to see, or something like that...
What am I talking about? Of course I'm not dead. If I was dead, I'd be with my darling Kurama.
I turned around in my chair. And I was face to face with the emerald eyes I have read and thought so much about.
I am DEFINATELY dead.