Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Spirit Detective ❯ Same Old Sad Songs ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: MuriKyono-san 
Introducing the unluckiest girl alive.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Comedy / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.05.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 707 | Visits: 235 | Status: Completed
Introducing the unluckiest girl alive.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Comedy / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.05.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 707 | Visits: 235 | Status: Completed
"Shen Hau, age fourteen today, tired of listening to the same old sad songs," the Chinese-American girl read off of her new interactive horoscope program. "Perfect. And what is my future?" She typed as she spoke. A minute later a response flashed up on the screen in a word bubble.
'Shen Hau, your future contains yet another day where you will be tangled between the goodies and the baddies, both groups from which you draw your own philosophy. It's best to lay low for a while, and take it easy. These mysteries come down hard, and they may affect you later on if you don't act immediately, but sometimes it's best to let others do their jobs.'
She wasn't absolutely sure if that response made sense. Her fingers were busy across the keyboard as she retyped the question. "What is my future?"
The same response flashed up in the same bubble.
"Stupid code. I messed it up again!" Exasperated, Shen acted on impulse and immediately shut off the computer, figuring it needed to cool down, but a split second after she hit the power button she realized the computer would take hours to start up again due to the massive amount of anti-spyware software she had downloaded. "No, no, no, no!" She banged on the screen, but the computer went silent and the screen went black. She felt like screaming.
"I can predict my own future!" she cried, resting her head on the keyboard hopelessly. "I'll listen to more sad rock songs and pretend I'm on TV, realize that this is the real world, and go eat nachos or something. That's my life, all right!"
She stood suddenly, and her chair clattered to the floor. Dramatically leaping onto her bed, she decided to write her own sad rock song and show all those young adults obsessed with love and money what real sadness was like. Snatching up a pen and paper, she used her math book for a writing surface and sang as she wrote.
"Shen Hau
Age fourteen today
Tired of listening to the same old sad songs
Shen Hau
Age fourteen today
Wishes things would stop
Going completely wrong!"
Slamming the pen down on her night stand, she buried her face in her pillow and reviewed her life on that very spot. It was true. Everything since she was six had gone south. She was out of luck .
"Shen, your mom says if she can hear you from the living room again, you're grounded!" her sister-in-law called through the door. "Can I come in?"
Shen paused, and decided talking to Yamiko was always a good idea. "Go on, I haven't locked it yet!" she called back. The strange thing about her family was that their blood stretched all throughout Asia. She, her mother, and her brother were mostly Chinese, but her late father was Vietnamese. Her sister-in-law and niece were Japanese, and a few distant cousins of hers were of other nationalities, yet all had made the pilgrimage to America at some time in their life. Shen had only been two.
Sometimes, she thought it was great to have people who loved her from around the world.
'Shen Hau, your future contains yet another day where you will be tangled between the goodies and the baddies, both groups from which you draw your own philosophy. It's best to lay low for a while, and take it easy. These mysteries come down hard, and they may affect you later on if you don't act immediately, but sometimes it's best to let others do their jobs.'
She wasn't absolutely sure if that response made sense. Her fingers were busy across the keyboard as she retyped the question. "What is my future?"
The same response flashed up in the same bubble.
"Stupid code. I messed it up again!" Exasperated, Shen acted on impulse and immediately shut off the computer, figuring it needed to cool down, but a split second after she hit the power button she realized the computer would take hours to start up again due to the massive amount of anti-spyware software she had downloaded. "No, no, no, no!" She banged on the screen, but the computer went silent and the screen went black. She felt like screaming.
"I can predict my own future!" she cried, resting her head on the keyboard hopelessly. "I'll listen to more sad rock songs and pretend I'm on TV, realize that this is the real world, and go eat nachos or something. That's my life, all right!"
She stood suddenly, and her chair clattered to the floor. Dramatically leaping onto her bed, she decided to write her own sad rock song and show all those young adults obsessed with love and money what real sadness was like. Snatching up a pen and paper, she used her math book for a writing surface and sang as she wrote.
"Shen Hau
Age fourteen today
Tired of listening to the same old sad songs
Shen Hau
Age fourteen today
Wishes things would stop
Going completely wrong!"
Slamming the pen down on her night stand, she buried her face in her pillow and reviewed her life on that very spot. It was true. Everything since she was six had gone south. She was out of luck .
"Shen, your mom says if she can hear you from the living room again, you're grounded!" her sister-in-law called through the door. "Can I come in?"
Shen paused, and decided talking to Yamiko was always a good idea. "Go on, I haven't locked it yet!" she called back. The strange thing about her family was that their blood stretched all throughout Asia. She, her mother, and her brother were mostly Chinese, but her late father was Vietnamese. Her sister-in-law and niece were Japanese, and a few distant cousins of hers were of other nationalities, yet all had made the pilgrimage to America at some time in their life. Shen had only been two.
Sometimes, she thought it was great to have people who loved her from around the world.