Sorry I've taken so long to update, I wasn't sure what direction I wanted this to go, I figured it out now. So Enjoy! I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, but I do own this plot and all characters in this chapter!
"Well, well what do we have here?" a voice called from above me. I rolled over slowly so as not to injure my already hurting wing and looked up into a pair of big indigo colored eyes. Wiping the tears from my eyes I try to look as mean and angry as possible, which is not easy when your very life has been destroyed. The odd looking man before me is huge, 7ft tall at the least. His skin is as white as bone and covered with the black markings of a Cheetah. He has sharp crude features, including a long golden-tan colored tail and cheetah-like ears. His hair is short and a crazy sky blue. His garments are as odd as his appearance, his gray pants were tucked neatly into his combat boots and his purple shirt matched his eyes. All in all he had a very cocky, goofy look about him.
"Who might you be dear? A little birdie fallen from the nest perhaps?" the man said with a smirk. Already I didn't like him; he was just like the Doctor, self-righteous and very mightier-then-thou. "I am Unwanted, best you stay away, before my deplorable luck rubs off on your disgusting clothing." I spat this in his face, leaping to my feet and glaring up into his eyes. To my surprise, as well as his, he took a step back, "Feisty one ain't ya? Well 'Unwanted', I'm not worried about luck, don't believe in it, and as for my clothing, I made it myself thank you very much!" He tried his best to look offended, and managed to do an amazingly accurate impressing of a bullfrog puffing up, such talent as this, the likes of which I have never seen! I wonder if I could have the bullfrog impression talent, if I had such a power, would I have been kept in the tribe. Would they have made me 'Frog Imitator'? Or would I still be Bella, flightless, worthless, and unwanted.
"...way to a take a message to Yoko and maybe you could come, better then dieing right?" Lost in my thoughts I here nothing the man is saying, my mind has me imprisoned with awful, mean, self-hating thoughts, and against my will the tears return. Every tear I never cried came back, this time in quick short breaths I cried and cried. The man stops in mid sentence and looks down at me, pityingly. That is one thing I can't stand, and so, blinded through me tears I run crashing into trees and bushes until I find myself alone. If the man follows, he is silent, even my racing mind has quieted. I lay down in the grass muttering "Everything will look better in the morning." before falling asleep. I was so wrong; the next morning would be Hell.
Well, that was fun! In case you haven't noticed my character is a bit depressed, you would be too, if an aspiring writer with a twisted mind was putting you through hell! REVIEW! Love to all my reviewers! Feel free to flame, I don't mind! oh! and sorry it's kinda short!