Beauty Reborn- A Yu Yu Hakusho Fic.

Written by- Painin Uranus

.:AN:.

I haven't seen a lot of these kinds of stories, and the ones I have aren't all that pleasing. But, instead of trying to point out all of their mistakes, I'll just write one of my own. I was actually planning on writing a review that says, "No, this isn't right because Kurama…" but I didn't because I realized that they worked hard on their story and nothing can be perfect, and it would be rude and inconsiderate of me to tell them that their hard work was complete garbage. And if you take away the problems, the intention was good, and I found a couple things that made me want to write my own. So, here's a try for me, and keep in mind this Author's Note because I know that a lot of people don't read them. Be kind in your reviews and make sure that you tell them what is wrong with their story in a way where they can change their mistakes in the future. So… here it goes:

Chapter One: The Meaning Of Hate: School- Among Other Things...

The sun was shinning brightly, spreading warmth over the human world like a small fire in a dark alley. Not all of it was friendly and comforting, but the neighborhood in which the sight was spotted was just that—friendly and comforting, with no strings attached. You just never see enough of the beautiful picture around the globe… but it's alright… for if you did, it would be a shallow place to live.

Kurama knew this well. He had seen sights that were not at all pleasing to the eye, had done things that was filled with unadulterated horrifying actions. Yes, it was his life back then, when he was free to do as he chose, and could control anyone if he inspired enough bone-chilling fear inside him or her. His power had been practically limitless, and his stolen treasures were taken with great force—and he had enjoyed every minute of it.

Or… so he thought. Now… he wasn't so sure.

"Suichi!" A female voice called affectionately. It drifted into a seemingly empty room, save a couple pieces of furniture and decorations. But, standing next to the wide, open window stood a boy around the age of 6, with thick red hair on top of his head and a small, yet lean frame for a body, looking innocently at the outside beauty the world held on that particular summer day. He was clothed in a simple red and white striped shirt and blue shorts, his socks white and bare, since good boys leave their shoes at the front entrance of the house. He turned around to see his mother standing in the entryway of the room, her hands folded in front of her.

"Yes, mother?" the young boy responded politely. She smiled lovingly at him.

"Tomorrow is your first day of school. Are you sure you've got everything ready?" He was unable to stop himself from smiling back up at her in return.

"Yes, mother. I made sure that I put everything near the door. If you look in the main hallway, you should see my backpack settled against the wall with everything that I will need for tomorrow. My lunch is also ready for tomorrow's meal—it is in the refrigerator. But, if I have forgotten anything, please let me know." His voice was sincere and his articulation was perfect. His mother sometimes marveled at his flawless personality.

"No, I believe that you've got everything under control," she said with a light laugh. "In that case, why don't you go on out and play while I make dinner? It's a beautiful day, it would be a shame to waste it inside."

Suichi brightened. "Do you mean it, mother? I can go outside?"

She laughed. "Well, yes! It's not like you're to be caged inside the house for the rest of your life. Go on, have some fun! You can have yourself a little adventure, what do you say?"

The little boy ran up to her and hugged her legs happily. "Thank you, mother!" Then, he stopped and looked up at her face. She looked worn out; weary, as if she hadn't been sleeping well for the last few days. The bags under her eyes were black while her face held a pale, sickly look.

"Mother?" he asked quietly. She looked at him questioningly. "Are you okay? You look tired."

She simply smiled, her eyes brimming with what looked like tears. "I'll be just fine, hunny. I just need to rest tonight, you'll see. I'll be perfectly alright tomorrow, in time for your first day of first grade."

Suichi grinned once more, and uttered a respectful, "Thank you, Mother," the quickly exited the room to escape to the outside. Shiori sighed sadly, watching her son walk calmly out of the house, unshed tears blurring him from her vision.

"My dear Suichi…"

Suichi walked outside, slowly taking in the strong sun, the stunning greenery, the wonderful aromas— he couldn't get enough of it all.

Stepping down the small stairway, he automatically went to the rose bushes lined up outside against their house wall. Bending down, he did a simple check to see how it was coming along. It was planted and nurtured by his own hands, and he was very proud of it. He saw some buds starting to sprout from its prickly branches and he beamed humbly at them, unable to hide the swell of joy that rose from his stomach.

Suddenly, Suichi had an urge to help it along. Looking left and right, then to the house, he made sure that no one was watching. Satisfied that he indeed was alone, he concentrated back onto the rose buds. Putting his hands on top of each other out in front of the small buds, he closed his eyes and tried to focus, digging deep within himself to find his buried power that use to be so easy to acquire. When he found a small bit of it, he slowly poured it into the buds awaiting lips, feeding it his energy gradually. The buds shook slightly, but accepted it greatly. They started to grow in size, turning from its immature green color to its ripe red. The rose's lips became more defined and started to unfold. By that time, Suichi stopped, and opened his eyes. His breath was slightly heavy, and he had started to lightly sweat, but all the same he gave a genuine smile. He didn't have to help the plant, he knew it could do it on its own, but he felt that it was a token of thanks—a gift of appreciation for its beauty that it gave the world. And he knew that the plant was grateful for it. He could tell. It was strange that he was questioning it now after such a long time, but he was suddenly enthralled by his powers to communicate and control vegetation. He guessed it was his new innocence that had come with his new body.

Suichi rose from his crouching position, and turned to look at the world he was now imprisoned in. It was beautiful, yes, but that didn't mean he didn't feel confined—trapped, while he was cut off from his powers and senses. Still staring at the glittering emerald leaves from high above him that were held by their strong, healthy based trunks, his eyes instantly tore away when he heard a loud coughing session coming from inside the house. It wasn't a simple "I choked on a bit of liquid" cough. No, this one was different… and definitely unnatural.

Suichi immediately forgot about all of the beauty that had first caught his interest, and ran back inside the house, quickly making his way to the kitchen where he knew the maker of the dreadful sound was located. His mother was hunched over the sink, coughing like she would loose a lung, and all he could do was stand their in shock and fear. He wasn't able to move a muscle and all he could think of was, no, don't take her away from me, please! After a short moment, he managed to force his body to approach her.

"Mother?" he asked tentatively, as if worried that if he spoke any louder, she would break into a million pieces. "Mother, are you okay? You… you don't sound so good." She managed to beat her coughing down, but she looked exhausted. She only stared blankly at her son as she fought for her breath.

She gradually made her way over to the nearest chair, in which she collapsed into without any worry of what she was sitting on, like the newspapers and a placemat that had been removed to finish paperwork. Shiori tried to smile at her worried son, but all she managed to do was show her teeth. "Yes… yes, I am fine, Sui…chi. Just give me… a… moment to… catch my breath. Dinner will be ready shortly…"

Without thinking, Suichi grabbed a small, plastic cup that his mother usually gave him to drink from, and filled it with cold water. He gave it to her swiftly, almost tripping over his own feet out of concern and panic. She muttered a quiet thank you, and drank deeply from the cup, emptying it of its contents in one gulp. Suichi grabbed it and refilled it once more and continued to do so until his mother was able to drink it in smaller portions. Her breath had returned, but she still looked drained of her energy. Even so, she stood up slowly, making her way back to the sink. Suichi watched with fear.

"Mother? Are you sure you're alright? You really don't look well, and I don't think you should be cooking with that cough," he told her, worry thoroughly included in his tone.

"I told you, I'm fine, Suichi. Please, do not concern yourself with this. I'll be perfectly okay, you go ahead and go back outside and play. Dinner will be finished in just a few, so be prepared to be called back in."

He simply stared at her, in a mixture of admiration and anger. Stubbornly, he told her, "No. If you will not rest, then I will assist you in fixing this evening's meal." And without another word from either of them, they set about to making dinner.

The dinner was Suichi's favorite, but for some reason, he didn't have much of an appetite. He couldn't tear his eyes off of his mother, for he feared that if he did, she would disappear in an instant… and he didn't want that to happen.

Strange, he thought to himself with a sad smile. The infamous Yoko Kurama, thief of the Demon World… afraid to loose his human mother. What would the others think? That was from the buried mind of Suichi's other self…

Yoko Kurama.

It was peculiar, walking to this school like a fearful little child; clinging to his mother's arm like if he were to let go, he would fall into the oblivion. Kurama knew that his eyes were wide with curiosity and alarm, but at the same time, he didn't mind, letting his childishness take over for his usual calm and composed self.

His mother stopped at the entrance. She turned and knelt down beside him, still holding his hand in hers just as tightly. It was almost as if she were truly as frightened as he was.

"Now, Suichi," She said with an unusually relaxed tone, "I need to talk to the principal with all of the other parents. So you go on and explore a little bit, okay? Make some friends, check out the playground… just don't stray too far away, please. Are you alright with that?"

Kurama simply stared at her and nodded blankly. For once, he was unsure of what would happen, since he had never been to such a place as this. It unnerved him, and he let it show—there wasn't a reason to hide it since it would be normal for a boy his age to be a little anxious.

"Yes, Mother. I'll be careful, I promise," he said, his voice shaking slightly.

She smiled reassuringly at him, squeezed his hand for a moment, then stood up and walked over to the small gathering of parents around the principal. So, Kurama stood alone, a nervous look of doubt crossing his seemingly naïve features.

What should I do? he asked himself silently. But, it was immediately answered when he spotted a couple of bushes in poor health. Running over, he saw with dismay that it was exactly like his rose bush at home.

Once more, he checked to see if anyone would be able to see him, and he smiled slightly when he saw that there was none, and crouched down. Returning his attention to the ill plant, for a second time he placed his hands on top of each other over the bush and closed his eyes, digging for his hidden energy that was becoming even more difficult to use. Finding some, he dug even deeper to gather more, and started to feed the plant directly instead of just a specific part. It was draining him greatly, but he could sense the bushes joy as the nutrients found its way to it. When he felt satisfied that he had helped enough, he stopped and opened his eyes, and the sight that they met was heart-warming. The bush had regained its rich, intense olive coloring, and rose buds were starting to show, only more father along than the ones at his own. And, right in the middle of them all, was a single rose that had such a deep red color that it was as if it were dyed. But even that would have been an insult because it was natural beauty, with no engineering from those disgusting humans that seem to think that genetic creativity could create a better flower than nature itself. It was simply stunning and Kurama just wanted to reach out and touch it.

And he did. He brushed the mounds of his fingertips over the delicate petals gently, unable to do anything more but stroke it slowly and lovingly. He couldn't help it, it was amazing and satisfying to see the effects his work had done, so much that it left him breathless.

A snap of a twig brought him back to reality, for it sounded unnatural. Simply unlike the sound a foot makes when it steps on a stick on the ground… it sounded higher up. Instantly swinging his head around, he saw two large boys across the playground breaking off the small branches of the surrounding trees—the ones that were to grow to replace the others that would die soon. The boys were laughing, like it was some game that they were playing. One would find one and snap it off, then the other would try to find another and snap it off, and they continued to do it until there were barely any left.

It enraged Kurama, and he stood from his crouched position and walked over to the duo, determined to make them stop. He could sense the trees discomfort and pain from their entertainment, and he didn't like the feeling at all.

Stopping a mere foot away, Kurama said with a calm boldness, "I suggest you stop this charade before I am forced to do something that I normally wouldn't want to."

The two boys stopped, but when they turned around, Suichi realized with a twang of terror that they were… big kids. He barely came up to their chests, and they were quite built. They were glaring down at him, and he suddenly felt very small in his defenseless human body, with his frail arms, his fragile legs, and the small upper torso that he would have had no trouble snapping in half in his old demon form.

One of the two scowled and said mockingly, "Really? Are you sure you can do that, little boy?"

His comment sent flames of fury inside Kurama that was burning in his stomach like a bonfire. His fists unconsciously balled at his side and he glared at them with pure hatred. He knew from the start that anyone cruel enough to torture a simple tree would be too stupid to care.

"Just don't continue your sick game," he attempted to say calmly, trying to fight the shakiness that was starting to enter his tone. "Your killing it, and it won't have any branches in the next summer to bloom. You'll kill it if you keep doing that. Please, go play with rocks or something. Leave this tree alone." He tried to stare them down, but they're gazes were cold and powerful, just like his use to be when he had the strength to back it. Kurama's stare wavered, and then he found himself looking anywhere but at the now-smirking boys.

"That's sad—can't even stare down his enemies," the other boy said tauntingly. "I think we need to give this guy a lesson, Yoshiro."

"You're right, Hiroshi," Yoshiro agreed. "We need to show this guy that only the strong and upperclassmen can boss people around."

They both smiled evilly down at the quivering Kurama. He was cursing himself for being so foolish, to think that he could still order those that use to be beneath him with his weak body. If he were in his natural form, they wouldn't be giving him such difficulty. Actually, if they knew what he once was, they wouldn't be doing anything of the sort.

The boys prepared themselves to start Kurama's beating, but were stopped when a whistle blew. They immediately brought their fists down and pretended that they weren't doing anything wrong, which almost amused Kurama… if it weren't for the fact that they were about to beat him…

"Attention, students! Please gather around, and we will begin our presentation."

The two boys, Yoshiro and Hiroshi, glared at him for a moment before saying, "We'll continue this later." Then, they walked off to their parents, pretending that they were the most angelic sons that any family could have. All Kurama could do was nod his head deeply, and watch them leave. His feet were planted and he slowly let out a breath that he was unconsciously holding.

Maybe this school thing wasn't going to be as easy as he had thought…

.:AN:.

So? What do you think? I've got many ideas, but I don't want to just spill them out all at once. It's gonna be difficult to gather all of the required information to make this story as truthful as I can, but I'll do my best. I just recently found out that Kurama has a girlfriend! Her name is Maya and she looks eerily like Kayko, 'Yusuke's Girl', except her hair is shorter. I don't want to sound stupid, but I never knew that and I'm really anxious to get caught up with all of the shows. I own the box sets (DVD, uncut version) for the first two sagas, the second movie, and I'm currently buying the first one on-line. I don't know whether it will help, but apparently there is stuff out there that I'm missing, so I'm fighting to find out everything that I can. If you have any information on it, I'd really appreciate it if you could inform me before I screw my story up badly. I want it to be accurate, I don't want to make it so farfetched that people won't want to read it. I am trying to make it just like the show, or as close as possible, though I am aware that I'm not doing it justice. So, tune in and give me as much help as you deem necessary. Thank you!