A New Chapter

A New Chapter


Chapter 2: The First Day of School

A Yu Yu Hakusho fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy

A/N: I objectively want to know if this fanfiction idea sucks so far, and also if any of my OC's seem Stuish/Sueish in any regard. Also, sorry for keeping you all waiting. I had other plotbunnies, and also tons of work to do for school.


Ulrike took some time out of her busy schedule the evening after they had gone for sushi to talk to her cousin. Yes, her thesis needed polishing, and there was leftover Japanese homework from her college seminar class she took on Friday afternoons, but, as of late, she had been sensing and seeing something very strange. It sent shivers up her spine, and, whenever she felt the shivers, there appeared somewhere around the vicinity of the house a tall woman with blue hair and eyes, dressed in a kimono and obi. She did not recognize her, but the pain Ulrike saw in her eyes (whenever she was close enough or her eyes to be seen) behind her cold exterior was too much for her to bear.

A ghost...?

Maybe. But why was the ghost dressed in traditional Japanese clothing...?

Ulrike knocked on Kiyoshi's bedroom door. "I need to talk to you."

"About what?" He opened the door.

"I was wondering...have you seen a tall woman with blue hair dressed in traditional Japanese clothes?"

"You...you saw her too?"

"Yeah. Do you know what or who she is, and what she's doing around here?"

"I...I saw her for the first time when we were having sushi."

"And?" Ulrike lighted a cigarette and daintily took a puff.

"I don't know what she's doing here in Germany either. She's a Koorime- an ice maiden- and I thought they were limited to Japan if they were to come to the human world...but..." Kiyoshi grew flustered trying to explain Shirahime's presence to his cousin.

"Interesting." She took another drag off of her cigarette and pushed her hair back from her face. "Next thing you know, you'll be telling me Enma-daioh is real...and that he has a son! Ha!" She started laughing between her teeth and slapping her knees while holding the cigarette in between her teeth. "I don't know about you sometimes..."

As she slammed the door, Mitarai muttered under his breath, "...But he does..."

Ulrike went back to her room and looked through her Japanese mythology texts under "snow woman". And, lo and behold, there was an illustration of a woman who looked very similar to the blue-haired one she had seen.

Her cousin was right.

Ulrike's jaw dropped as she tried to catch and put out the cigarette.

The next morning was the first day of classes. Mitarai went through his normal morning routine, with a few changes because of where he currently was. His breakfast of fish and rice had been replaced by coffee, sausage, and toast; and he had to remind himself not to wear his Meioh uniform, since schools in Gemany did not require uniforms, and, were he to wear it, he would most certainly be bullied like he was in junior high.

So he decided to put on the grey flannel suit that his mother had bought for him he week before he had left Mushiyori. He was proud because he had ironed it himself the night before; nothing was out of place. He made the final tug of his tie, grabbed his bag, and rushed downstairs to walk the five blocks to school; however, Ulrike, being an early riser, had already left the house.

He still worried how his classmates would like him. There was a part of his mind that gnawed away at him, expecting to be bullied and tormented yet again, this time for being the foreign kid, the "kid from Japan" as opposed to "the half who looked like a girl". But then there was another part of his mind that was fending off the specter of bullying, telling him that it would be okay, if he kept himself together.

Upon entering the Goethe-Gymnasium, he looked down dark hallways to find his classroom: 11-2. Eleventh year, second class. The numbering system for grades and classes was so different from Japan, he thought nervously. He looked in the window of the classroom door, and saw teenagers talking in little cliquish groups.

He didn't know if he even belonged there. Everyone seemed so happy without him.

He slowly opened the door, and sheepishly looked for an empty seat. As he looked around, a lanky ginger-haired girl glared at him.

"Like hell you're sitting next to me, pipsqueak," she spat.

As she got up, Mitarai felt a knot form in his stomach. "Um...I'm sorry..."

"Sorry doesn't cut it! You have no right to tread in here! Who do you think you are?"

"This...this is my classroom. I'm the exchange student from Japan...Mi...erm, I mean, Kiyoshi Mitarai." He had to catch himself from saying his name in Japanese name order.

"...You're still a miserable pipsqueak. You don't deserve to live." She turned up her nose at him as she loudly pulled her chair away from her desk and plopped down into it. "Besides, you've probably got nothing on Liese."

A boy in the seat in front of her turned towards Kiyoshi. "Don't mind Nina. She's just really irritable because she's as flat as an ironing board!"

"Yeah", chimed in another boy. "Plus she's probably a total lezzie for Liese!" He made a kissy-face at her. "Oh...does Nina miss her girlfriend in Japan?"

"SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS!!" Nina yelled at the top of her lungs as she stamped her foot down onto her desk. "I am not gay, and I am definitely not flat!" She kept on muttering to herself. "Boys...so stupid...some day I'm going to kill every last one of them..."

By this point in time, Mitarai was hiding under one of the classroom's empty desks, cowering. He was scared of Nina; he was scared that she was going to start kicking him around like a soccer ball, he was scared she was going to beat him up, and, most of all, he was doubly scared of her because she happened to be a girl and capable of doing these things to him.

In a moment of weakness, he looked up at Nina and made eye contact with her.

She glared back and kicked him in the face. "Stupid pipsqueak...you're not even worthy of this school..."

As Kiyoshi rubbed the newly bruised part of his face, he got up from under the desk and took his seat.

The boy next to him whispered, "I think Nina likes you."

Mitarai's stomach began to sink again. "Huh?"

"She beats up all the boys she likes. She may say you're a worthless piece of crap, but...every guy she's had an interest in, she's beat the snot out of. Or so I've heard."

Mitarai rubbed his face again. "That...that's weird."

"Heh. Girls are weird. It's part of life."

As the homeroom teacher walked in, everyone took their seat. He took attendance, and then introduced Mitarai to the class. He swore he could hear Nina snickering at him, belittling him in her mind, waiting for a chance to strike against him.

As he sat down, first period began. It was something even worse than being beat up by a girl: Latin. He cursed himself for not knowing any Latin whatsoever, and struggled to keep up with the rest of the class, guessing as to the grammar based on the same cases in German.

"Herr Mitarai...I will not put up with this nonsense! You should know this!" Herr Zils, the Latin and homeroom teacher, waved his arms furiously at Mitarai.

Kiyoshi's head sank.

Today had to be the worst day of his life, and, considering his life, that was saying something.

-END CHAPTER 2