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14thShrineMaiden: perhaps some OOC. But all YYH characters will hopefully be the same old people/demons. Original characters will also come in play. I cannot draw good anime- therefore I do not own any of the things that are in YYH. Henceforth, this applies for the whole story.

This should be placed a couple of months after the Dark Tournament, but their ages are different (about to graduate as freshmen in high school, which should be later on in the series). I just wanted to change it because I dislike the Sensui Saga and the Three Kings Saga.

Key:

"Talking"

"Mental conversations"

'Thoughts'

-(These set the time/place/whatever)-

A/N: authoress' notes

(#) you scroll down to the bottom of the chapter to figure out what these are about

Sometimes when you read a flashback, it will be in italics or not. Don't worry, I haven't figured out whether I should make them italics.

Also, italics/bolds/underline can be used for emphasis or for song lyrics.

Now read. That's a command.

Millefiori

Chapter 1

Sarayashiki High had just let out its students for the day. The wind swirled around the students, carrying with it the summer like air. A brunette walked out the gates calmly, smiling and talking politely to a fellow classmate.

"Thanks! See you Keiko!" The classmate waved and left. Keiko waved also.

"Hey!" A different female voice called her. "Hey! Aren't you going to wait for your friend!"

"Hm? Yumiko! Hello!" The brunette's mouth turned upwards in a larger smile.

The girl grinned, sliding to a stop, bending over as she panted. "I got out of Math late, sorry. I came over as soon as I could. Do you want to come over to my house? Takeo said he would be coming home late."

The teenager shook her head. "I'm sorry. I promised that I would go with Yusuke and his friends."

Her friend, paused, and then smiled. "That's alright. Have fun!" Keiko waved, and left, running to the waiting gangster. The younger girl winced as she saw the boy get slapped for touching her in the wrong place. Quickly making up, they walked down the street, talking together.

Yumiko sighed, stopping, and slipped a packet of paper back into her backpack. A red-marked corner of the essay shouted out a 74 before it could be shoved to the bottom, probably never to be seen by another again. She headed to the park, as she usually did when she got upset. Better than yelling at someone and ending up in trouble for it.

Slipping on a pair of headphones, she began to play some American music. The lyrics were a bit strange, but some understanding was made. Setting off at a casual pace, she made her way through the crowds of teenagers getting out of school. It was getting nearer to the end of the school year- which meant for her more boredom, but for others it meant more free time. Groups of students already flocked to the park (perhaps it was the summer air), despite the end of the year tests and such.

Sitting under a widespread tree, she took out a pencil and a sheet of paper, she started to draw; she didn't know what it was. A hybrid between a man and an animal. Perhaps she could go over it in watercolor later… she had gotten a set of them as a present from Takeo. Medium length dark green hair brushed past her shoulders, shadowing her face and concealing obsidian eyes. A thin, lean-ish, build, was earned by her intense love for athletics. She was around 5'2'' and 14 years old. Long, pale fingers held the pencil incorrectly as she sketched.

"Damn," she grumbled to herself. "Just because I couldn't read the instructions! And I made just a couple of small mistakes- I swear she calculated it wrong!" She pounded the ground beside her, before delicately adding in the hybrid's hands. "I could have gotten an 80 if she hadn't snatched my test- the extra credits were easy, and she probably knew it! She let those stupid plastics have more time! Ugh!"

"The only reason I'm practically failing Literature is because of her! Evil b----!" She threw her pencil randomly away from her. Only half finished, the faint grey markings on the page that composed his body only went down to around his knees.

"Ow!"

'Aw s---…' she glanced up quickly, turning backwards where the exclamation had come from. The pencil had somehow managed to land an assault on another person, who was seated in a group several feet away from her beneath a tree. It had apparently hit the back of his head, from the way he was rubbing it and holding up her pencil in a perplexed fashion.

The group was staring at him, some laughing and chuckling. She recognized two of the members to be Keiko and her boyfriend. The one with orange hair who she had hit was arguing with him.

Her eyes flicked over the group in curiosity. In addition to those three, the people there were composed of: a brunette, a girl with hair dyed blue, a girl who had her hair dyed aqua-green, and a redhead.

The latter turned his head slightly, facing her direction now. Her breath hitched- was she that obvious?

Scrambling up, she grabbed her backpack. The one she had hit looked angry enough to punch, and the redhead had probably slipped something of her presence and offense. Even Keiko's influence might not help her in this situation.

And those eyes of the redhead seemed so… cool and calculating… like liquid fire. It burned and flowed onward at the same time, at it's own pace; it cooled to become immovable.

…Except his eyes were emeralds, chiseled away by the finest craftsman so that the most appealing showed wherever it was turned. But the effect was all the same.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she ran to the path she had come, not minding the others she nearly ran into.

-(Another POV)-

"Shut up Urameshi! Someone threw this at me!"

"Well obviously!" He snorted amusedly. "Unless you're imagining that the pencil's even there."

"Let me see it." Kurama held his hand out, where the said object dropped into his hand. "'Yumiko owns' and 'Hiya protects'," he said aloud, reading off the scratches on the pencil, rolling it in his fingers.

"Yumiko?" Keiko leaned in. "Is her name on that?"

"Do you know her?"

"She's one of my friends- about to graduate from Junior High. A year behind us."

He growled. "So why'd she throw her pencil at me!" Kuwabara stood up, fists clenched, angered. "I don't even know her!"

"I doubt she meant to hit you, Kuwabara. It was an accident."

"Are you hurt though Kazuma?" Yukina peered over, innocent red eyes staring up at him.

"Aw, I'm fine Yukina." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, blushing from her gaze. "Nothing could stop me-"

"From being my idiot baby brother?" Shizuru exhaled a breath of smoke.

"From being a jackass?" Yusuke smirked, sharing amusement with Shizuru from across the circle.

"What did you say!" His demeanor changed instantly from 'loving suitor' mode to 'angry brawler'.

"You heard me!"

"Then take it back!"

Yusuke jumped up. "Make me!"

The fox coughed lightly, chuckling at their banter along with Botan and Shizuru. "I'm sorry to say that I must go. I promised my mother that I would be home earlier this day." He rose, pocketing the pencil.

"See you later Kurama!"

"Bye!"

He smiled as a farewell, stooping under the tree to pick up a piece of paper. Examining it, he folded it up and tucked it in the same pocket of his uniform.

"A strange girl, wouldn't you agree Hiei?"

"Hn. Her energy signal, more so."

: End Chapter

14thShrineMaiden: I am starting to rewrite my story! Which means, I'm editing the earliest chapters to make them a little bit longer, or less dragged out at least. I'm also going to make them more constructed. It will not end up on hold- I'll just update a little bit slower perhaps.

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