Eikichi Files

1. Awareness

Disclamer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. I own Eikichi's personality (since the author wasn't kind enough to pun an emphasis on the ONLY cat in the series); so read and don't forget your reviews. It will be comedy in the next chapters. Now I felt like making some explanations.

I woke up one day as I had been for the last year, in Kazuma's arms. But it felt different somehow. Realization came upon me when I looked into my eating bowl. Kazuma was so nice to remember my birthday. I am finally an adult.

I smile to myself; of course, humans cannot see when we smile or cry, but we do.

The night before, Kazuma returned at home beaten as usual, but somehow worse, I could tell. His clothes were torn, his energy was low, but he seamed pleased with himself.

Kazuma doesn't have a diary. Diaries can be read by other persons, and they would laugh at him if they read. He tried it a few years ago and that's what happened. He never trusted a paper with his thoughts again. I am his diary.

It's so much easier to trust a living thing. Someone who can listen, never complaining, always supporting. I am that person. My name is Eikichi and I am Kazuma Kuwabara's cat.

Last night he told me he had been in a mission to save humans from destruction. He defeated something called Byakko, if I'm not mistaken. He was indeed very happy about it. His thoughts towards me were no longer of sadness on depression, they were happy and for the first time in my life, I felt relieved.

I enjoyed his story, he is a very good storyteller. My Kazuma was finally someone.

All the last six months, he had done nothing more than talking to himself about how Yusuke beat him again and he's training now with Genkai. Then, he started to train himself into using Rei-ken, a sword made out of energy. I followed him outside, every day. I stood there watching in awe all the things he did to outmatch Yusuke's power. I opened my eyes, careful at all the details, and after a while I began to understand every part of it. Then, during the night, I would sneak out of the house and go into the park. I had to stand by my master no matter what.

I am a cat, an independent and intelligent cat. Behind my usually boring expression lies a powerful and shining personality. I had to be like Kazuma. So I trained myself as well. Sharpened my claws, jumped through the tree branches, slipped my furry tail up to the stray dogs' noses and run for my life afterwards…oh yes, real training. Then there was the climbing, long jumps, kicks and meditation. Days I watched Kazuma, nights I'd train. I developed a new energy, one that filled me with life and the will to fight. Was this how Kazuma felt?

I started to be more than an ordinary cat; I was starting to see things before they happened, like a vase falling on my head, and dodge in time. My eyes shone even during the daylight and Kazuma said I was happy. But I was more than happy. I was AWARE. Of myself, of the others, of the world. And then it happened. My first victory over a demon.