Yuka's POV
"Yuka Izumi, can you please come up here?" I look at the judge nervously before forcing myself to walk to the chair next to him. Dad was sitting next to me when we first entered the courtroom, as well as Auntie Ume and the man, Takashi, she was talking to. On the other side of the room, Mom was there and another man.
"So, when did these... hittings start?" Takashi asks me in a serious tone. I gulp loudly. Mom is glaring at me, but since there's police officers in the room, I'm not really worried. I'm just nervous about seeing all these people.
"Whe-when Dad divorced Mom," I reply nervously. Mom is still glaring at me. If looks could kill, I'd have been dead the second I glanced at her.
"Do you know why?" he asks. I shake my head.
"N-n-no." I'm stuttering! Damn it!
"When did your father divorce your mother?" the other man, the one sitting next to my mom, asks.
"Excuse me Toshihiro, but I'm asking the questions," Takashi says to the man, Toshihiro. He's irritated. I can hear it in his voice.
"That's right, Shirasaki. All the questions directed towards Miss Izumi are to be from Takeda until it's your floor. Continue," the judge says. Takashi smiles.
"Thank you. Are you sure you don't know why your mother hits you?" he asks gently. I'm shaking now.
"Uhh... Wh-when she gets mad at me, I always bring up the div-divorce, and then she slaps me across the f-face. She always argues w-with me, an-and I don't know why." I'm still stuttering!
"So, what does she argue to you about?"
"Any-anything. Like two d-days ago when my friend Kioshi died, my other friend Yuu had told me about it. Th-then Mom comes in and y-yells at me and Yuu, even though Yuu didn't do a thing."
"Is there another reason why Kasumi Ishizeki called the police on your mother?" Takashi asks me.
"W-well, I tried to call my dad, but Mom cut the phone cord. So I-I run outside and sit on the grass. Mom tries to get m-me to come back in and..." I choke up.
"And?"
"And I r-refuse. So I kept t-thinking and didn't hear her come up from behind me. She pulls my hair and t-tr-tries to drag me into the house. I already saw Mrs. Ishizeki on the phone and then D-Danny comes out of his house."
"And what happened after that?" I stole a glance from Mom and Dad. Dad is trying to egg me on while Mom is fiddling with something in her coat.
"Mrs. Ishizeki tells D-Danny to tr-try and get Mom's hands off of my hair, and he tries. Only when the police sirens went off was when Mom took her hands o-off of my h-hair." My face is wet. I'm crying.
"Can I ask her something, Takeda?" Toshihiro asks, raising his hand slightly. He nods and sits back down. Toshihiro stands up and walks in front of me.
"Can you tell me if your mother has done anything else to you?" I think.
"W-well, when I was leaving to the living r-room, she yanked the back of my shirt collar."
"Now see, this just sounds like Aiki was trying to get her attention, and Miss Izumi refused to cooperate," Toshihiro tells the judge.
"WHAT?!" Dad, Auntie Ume, Takashi, and I yell in disbelief. Mom smirks.
"I object!" Auntie Ume yells angrily. "My niece has been abused, and I will not have it!"
"Ume, calm down," the judge says. She huffs and sits back down. The judge looks at me.
"Would you say his theory is correct?"
"No! She slaps me across the face, she pulls my hair, she yells at me, she doesn't care if I even live!" I shout before bawling. Mom stands up.
"You know, Yuka's right for once." Everyone, including myself and Toshihiro, stare at her.
"About what, Ms?" the judge asks, a bit taken back. Mom pulls out a gun from her coat. That's what she must have been playing with. I feel myself choke up again, this time in fear. What was she going to do?
"That I don't give a damn if she lives." I heard a crack, and I'm now in a dark world.
...
I could see someone in my way.
"Hey! Can you please move?!" I ask angrily. A boy turns around. I gasp. "K-Kioshi?" He waves, a little bored, like always.
"I miss you!" He shrugs. "Can you talk?" He nods. "Can you talk now?"
"Why?" he asks in his somewhat dark voice.
"Kioshi!" We both look forward. I can see a man, someone unfamiliar to me, but someone who Kioshi knows, since he's running away. His short black hair is wavy now.
"W-wait! Kioshi, where am I?" He stops.
"In a place where you're not supposed to be in." And he's gone.
"Well, where the hell is that?" No answer. Of course. That's when I could feel something shake me gently.
"H-huh?" I open my eyes. Dad is hovering over me, crying.
"She's awake!" he cries out happily. He hugged me tightly. Of course, being me, I have no idea what's happening. I'm in a bright room, a hospital room, no doubt. I look around and see Auntie Ume. No Takashi, no judge, no one else but us three.
"W-what happened?" I ask weakly. Dad sighs sadly.
"Ume, can you- Of course, my son." Auntie stands up and takes Dad's place. I try to sit up, but I feel a pain in my stomach, making it extremely difficult and painful.
"No, just lie there," Auntie instructs.
"Seriously, what happened?" I ask her weakly and demandingly. "All I remember is a loud crack, and then... blank."
"Your mother is in jail for life."
"For child abuse?!" No way can that be true. I mean, many other people got it worse than me.
"For attempted murder."
"Who'd she try to kill?" That's when I remember her last words.
"That I don't give a damn if she lives." CRACK!!
"You."
"So, where'd she shoot me?" That's obvious, Yuka! You idiot! And I'm talking to myself again!
"Your abdomen."
"Where's that?"
"OK, your stomach area."
"Ohh..." My eyes popped open. "So what's gonna happen to me? Did Dad win?"
"Win what? Your custody?" Auntie asks, cocking her ehad.
"Yes!" Dad looks at me with sad eyes. He lost.
"Honey, I'm sorry. The judge told me that you're to be placed in foster care, or with a relative. That's why Aunt Ume is here." I started crying again.
"B-but why?! THAT'S NOT FAIR!!"
"Your mother- I don't care about her anymore! I've been through two years of hell with her!" I yell, frustrated. I cut off Auntie, but I can't stand it anymore!
"When Mom won you're custody, I was only allowed to see you on Father's Day," Dad says, looking towards the ground. "So when I saw you two days ago, I broke the law and either had to pay a fine, or to go to jail. I chose to pay."
"B-but- Let's go Kage. Dear, I'll see you tomorrow," Auntie says, wiping my tears from my face, only to be replaced with fresh tears. I watched them leave, Dad's head was hanging, and Auntie was trying to console him. I sigh shakily before looking out the window. I almost screamed. That boy with the weird hair was sitting in that tree. I think fainted after that.
JJ: OK, where's Fox? I'm starting to get the idea that you're making a HieiOC story, T.
DT: Well, Hiei is Kurama's best friend, so I thought, why not make Hiei the stalker?
JJ: THAT SOUNDS LIKE A HIEI/OC, DAMN IT!!
DT: Shut up.
JJ: And another thing, how could someone shoot a ten year old girl like Yuka, and be dumb enough to do it in a courtroom?!
DT: Shuddup JJ...
JJ: And people, T says to review. T, I hope your comps gets fixed soon. I'm tired of sleeping at night, knowing a friend is sleeping on the ground.
DT: Maybe you should let me sleep on the couch?
JJ: Pfft. Fuck that. OK, see ya!
DT: Yep, bye!