Hey guys. I know. 'What's she doing, putting up another story?' Right? Well, this one's just a oneshot that popped into my head. I needed a little break from other stories for a bit. Sorry it's so short. I'm not used to writing something that's not really long. Anyways, I should probably let you read on.
Disclaimer: I seriously don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. I'm a girl, not a guy. Unless I've recently developed gender problems, but I seriously doubt it.
Shiori sighed as she heard the postman pull up next to her mailbox. She would rather not think about how much mail would be waiting out there this time, though she often thought that many of the letters were cute.
Her reason for dreading when the mail came? Well, let's just say it had something to do with the female population. It was unnerving, yet sweet, how many love letters came in the mail for him. Some of them were absolutely ridiculous, while others were sweet, but still somewhat scary.
Of course, she wasn't surprised at how many letters he got; he had always been extremely handsome. But was it really necessary for the girls to send so many love letters? He never even bothered to read them, much less reply to them. So why did they continue to send more? She read them for amusement. She'd actually seen one that said:
You've never replied to any of my letters, so I'm guessing they must have lost my last 37 letters in the mail. Those mail people are really irresponsible aren't they?
Shiori had laughed so hard at that one, and when Shuichi had asked what she laughing about, she showed it to him. He had sighed and begun to massage his forehead, walking away and ignoring yet another proclamation of love.
The first few love letters that had ever been sent to him were sweet, but he had ignored them. The way he just brushed them off used to remind her of the way he used to just brush her off when he was a child, but she had really loved him and, after receiving far too many letters to count, she had realized that these girls didn't really love him. It wasn't true love, it was merely a crush.
They only noticed him because he was cute. Sure they loved his personality, but if he hadn't turned out to be so handsome, would they have bothered to try to get to know him in the first place? She had often wondered this, and always came up with a no. She simply loved him because he was her son. That was all she needed. These other girls probably wouldn't have given him the time of day if he wasn't cute.
She realized that Suichi probably knew this too, and that was why he had always ignored them. Most teenage boys would have had an ego the size of Venus by now, but not her son. She often wondered if maybe he was lacking self-esteem, but she couldn't for the life of her know why.
She had reached the mailbox by now and looked at the letters sticking out of the mailbox and the others on the ground next to it. Ah well, more for the shredder. It seemed like a waste of good paper to her. She sighed once more and heaved them all up, carrying them inside the house only to start her morning process of sorting, reading, and shredding.
After all, among those letters were a few important ones for her.
Review please. They make me feel warm inside. Especially flames, but the warmth is more from anger. And please don't yell at me for how short it is, I've already apologized. Ciao for now.