Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Dragons of Shame ❯ Chaptire 10 ( Chapter 10 )

AN: So what's up my little darlings? I hope you are doing well. I haven't been feeling too hot lately but it's alright. I'll get better eventually. But for now I feel like dootie, maybe that's why the past couple of chapters have BEEN dootie. So whatever, deal with it. Again, than k you for sticking to the story, I am so grateful to you. Now, from the previous chapter: I said “He stared at himself in the mirror, his hair was not in full blown, natural, thick spikes. His bangs, which had hidden his bruises, were now completely gone and their place were lovely spikes that stuck straight up.”

 

What I meant to say was “He stared at himself in the mirror, his hair was now in full blown, natural, thick spikes. His bangs, which had hidden his bruises, were now completely gone and in their place were lovely spikes that stuck straight up.” So yeah, I really couldn't type the other night and like I said before, I have been feeling really crappy. I'm getting sick and I really don't feel like doing anything. But whatever, life happens. The end of the semester is coming up, holidays are approaching and I still have no boyfriend. Gag. SO!

 

Back to the story and reel in from my crappy social life: Yes, I HAD to put myself in the story. I had to add an original character to make it funny! And yes, I am giving slight hints to Saiyuki—but it is also from the book Journey to The West, which is why it's “Sun Wu K'ung” and not “Song Goku” although I did mention his name once or twice. So, there, that explains that crap.

 

Please enjoy chapter nine: The New Roses Have Grown and Now They Are Dead.

 

THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A LINE BUT THE FANFIC.NET CRAP TAKES IT OUR SO THERE IS NO SEPARATION

 

Botan Death sat at her desk, racking her brain for the next word she would use to complete one of the many sentences of chapter seven in her latest book. She continued to ponder on what word she should use, she wanted a word that would strike fear into the very reader's heart. A word that described pain at its worst, however she was finding that difficult due to the fact that her editor, Ken Saotome, was currently screaming bloody murder on his cell phone.

 

“NO!” He bellowed “How many times must I say it: SHE WILL NOT DO A BOOK SIGNING! You may send the books you want to have signed to me and I will get them to her! Is that fair? Yes, I believe so. The price is ten thousand—“

 

“Three thousand yen,” Botan cut in not looking back at him, although she could practically feel his eyes boring into the back of her head “I want it to be affordable. Not everyone is wealthy, Ken. Give me a word for a lot of pain…”

 

“Botan Death” Ken muttered before returning to his conversation on the phone. After several more minutes of arguing, debating and negotiating, Ken finally yelled “GOOD DAY” and hung up. Botan turned around to stare at him, his face was red and slightly blotchy, she smiled and stared up at him.

 

Ken was a very handsome man, he was tall and thin and had a very young and delicate face for the age of forty three. Why he wasn't married, Botan could not figure out. He was kind and sweet and knew how to take charge of an uncontrolled situation. He had short, black hair, and grey eyes which he hid behind his glasses. His smile was kind and warm, yet cruel and cold at times as if the man were hiding a very dark secret. But it was very rare that Botan actually saw that smile. In fact, she had only seen it once a very long time ago when a rival author committed suicide.

 

But that smile was in the past, and Botan had never thought about it or noticed any odd behavior after that. What she did notice was that Ken Saotome was a highly attractive man and since it was now mid October, he would begin to strip his extra sweaters to reveal a thin, form fitting shirt and nice slacks, he was a VERY attractive. He noticed her gaze and he smiled.

 

“I didn't mean to disturb you, Botan.” He said softly “But you know how the bookstores are when it comes to hit authors like you.” Botan giggled and sighed, she leaned her head back against the chair and closed her eyes. A moment passed and then she felt Ken's soft hands running through her hair, pulling it down from the ponytail she normally wore it in. Another sigh escaped her and she leaned into his hands.

 

Ken smiled and leaned over to kiss her forehead before he rested his own forehead there. They stayed in that position for a while, reveling in each others warmth. “Ranma would be angry if he knew about us.” He whispered, Botan groaned and sat up.

 

“I know.” She sighed “But he'll have to deal with it.”

 

“He hates me.” Botan said nothing to this and instead fell back into her book writing, thankful for any distraction from the truth of Ken's statement. But it wasn't just Ken who Ranma loathed, no, he hated anyone who threatened their happy life together. She knew she was his mother and she should have control over her own life, however she also knew that if Ranma was angered he could flip and leave her completely. He had the power to do so, and he had places to go.

 

Botan thought about what would happen if she and Ken actually told Ranma of their relationship. She could imagine it now: Ranma's face would pale, he would clench his fists tightly and turn away from them. They would try to console him and he would lash out, and scream. He would yell at Botan and demand to know why his love wasn't enough, why she couldn't just be his mother and his friend. He would demand to know why she insists in ruining everything. And he would bolt; he would throw down his cell phone and probably break random objects as he walked out of the house.

 

He would leave his mother calling after him in the dark, and he would stay away forever because that is just how he is. With these thoughts buzzing in her head, she completely lost her train of thought. She made an impatient noise and closed her laptop. “I can't do this anymore.” Ken looked up from the magazine article he was reading on the couch.

 

“What did you say, love?” he asked.

 

Botan smiled, she loved it when he called her that. It reminded her of the times when she and Kurama were together. “Let's do something!” she said suddenly “I'm bored.” Ken smiled and asked her where she would like to go as he grabbed his car keys.

 

THIS IS ANOTHER LINE BECAUSE THE THINGIE STILL SUCKS AND STUFF…YEAH, BABAY YOU KNOW IT!!

 

Ranma left Jessy at her school, giving her specific instructions on how not to draw attention to herself. He could only hope she would heed his words. He dreaded having to take her to his job after school, since his mother would be at a meeting with the publishers.

 

As Ranma walked through the hallways of his school, the students stared at his new hairstyle but mainly his fresh cuts and bruises, though nobody dared to ask what happened. When he walked into the class room he was mildly surprised to find Yuji already in there. He was sitting atop Ranma's desk, gazing out the window with glazed eyes. He was obviously still asleep.

 

“Good morning” Ranma greeted quietly, they were the only ones in the room, but Ranma worried if he spoke too loudly Yuji might jump right off the desk. Yuji blinked and lost the glazed stare as he turned towards Ranma.

 

“Good morn-what happened to your head?!” Ranma frowned and nudged Yuji off his desk.

 

“Why does everyone keep saying it like that?” He muttered, Yuji furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it. Instead, he ran his hand through Ranma's spiky new due for a moment.

 

“Where did you get this hair cut?” he asked.

 

“Nowhere, I did it.” Ranma replied, Yuji's mouth formed into a perfect “oh.”

 

An awkward silence passed, during which Yuji fought the urge to just start hammering Ranma with questions. “What happened?”; “Who did this to you?”; “Why did you butcher your hair?” and “What's wrong?” But he knew the answer to every one of these questions.

 

“Don't worry about it” That's what Ranma would say, but Yuji would worry about it. It would be what distracted him for the rest of the day. Up until lunch time rolled around, for which the two boys went to the roof for, Yuji made sure to slip out unnoticed by his brother.

 

They sat in silence for the first half of the lunch period. Yuji kept throwing glances in Ranma's melancholy corner, who would rub his head and then wince from pain but obviously lost in thought. Finally, when Yuji could stand the silence no longer “What's on your mind, Ranma?” he asked.

 

Ranma seemed to snap from a trance and blinked rapidly before his eyes focused on his friend. “What did you say?”

 

“I asked you what you were thinking about.” Ranma snorted and looked away, walking toward the wire fence of the roof.

 

“Nothing, don't worry about it.” He replied, of course Yuji knew that would be his answer, but it did not mean he had to live with it.

 

“You'll feel better if you tell me what's going on.” he said slowly, Ranma whipped around and pierced him with a warning stare, but the stubbornness Yuji Urameshi attained from his father would not allow the young boy to be intimidated “My dad always feels better when he gets stuff off his chest. Sometimes he takes it out on Yuki…but it does help.” Ranma snorted again.

 

“Well,” he snapped “I'm not your father, am I?” Yuji didn't reply, he allowed the patient side of his mother take hold for a moment. Ranma could feel Yuji's eyes on his back, expecting. It was an odd sort of feeling, like someone who could nag the paint off the wall. It continued to build up as the silence continued until finally he could stand it no longer.

 

“My master came over last night and he was angry with me…well, my uncle was angry with me so he somehow convinced my master to `teach me a lesson' like some sort of atonement for my sins.” Ranma said quickly, his face going red as he turned to face Yuji “My uncle is a powerful man, he's like a fucking priest, no, a God would be more appropriate. He can have this power over you even if he's not around and you have only ever met him once. He leaves this incredible impression on you that's comforting and warm, and sincere and angry and strong at the same time. And it isn't like I couldn't fight back because I knew I was being punished! The whole time he was throwing me around I kept thinking `I'm glad my mom isn't in here right now.' At the end of the whole beat down my master stands over me and says that the beating is from my uncle.

 

“AND—to top it all off—my little cousin, my God-like uncle's child is staying with us for a year! Do you know what that's going to be like? Do you have any fucking clue what she's like? She's just like her father only with less self control therefore she's FIVE times more destructive. Oh, but that isn't the BEST part, no no. The BEST part is that she and her dad are so attached to each other he will be dropping by every now and then, and when Goku drops by all HELL breaks loose because YOU NEVER FUCKING KNOW WHEN HE WILL SHOW THE FUCK UP! AND IN THE MOST RANDOM PLACES! I could be upstairs MASTURBATING and the door will fly off the hinges and you'll see the GOD walk in `OH HELLO RANMA! OH MY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ARE YOU AT THAT AGE ALREADY?! WOW, THAT MUST BE AMAZING! I REMEMBER MY TEENAGE YEARS! I LOVED IT! DO YOU LOVE IT?' And I know this happens because he did that to THREE of my team mates! AND THAT'S GOING TO BE MY NEXT YEAR! LA-DEE-FUCKING-DA!” Ranma ended with a scream, nearly purple in the face, breathing heavily. He gasped slightly with each breath and stared down at Yuji, who just sat there with his mouth open slightly.

 

After several moments, Yuji cleared his throat and Ranma went pale, he had just given WAY too much information. “Well,” Yuji started gently “I can sympathize, my dad has walked in on me while I was having a…'moist' dream…and he yelled about it to all of his friends about it, so I get all of these safe-sex talks.” Ranma blinked and smirked “Your uncle's name is Goku?” Ranma rolled his eyes and sat down next to Yuji.

 

“Yep.” He sighed “And my cousin is named Jessy.” Yuji nodded.

 

“And the hair?” Ranma smirked.

 

“Do you like it?” Yuji's face went pink and he nodded, Ranma smiled pleasantly “I cut it because I felt it was time for a change.” Yuji chuckled and continued to ask questions, attempting to avoid staring at Ranma's good looks for too long.

 

“I…thought you said it had only been you and your mother for as long as you can remember?”

 

“Goku and Jessy aren't really related to me.” Ranma explained “Jessy is only nine, so I was there for her birth and that's where I met her dad. But he's always known my mom, so that's why he's my surrogate uncle.”

 

“Ah, I see…” Yuji nodded “Why didn't he become a surrogate father?”

 

Ranma snorted “Yeah right, Goku is barely a father to his own kid. He won't have time for another person's child. In fact, he's so busy he pawns the girl off on people who will care for her. She was with our master because he volunteered, and now that the Master has become busy as well, Goku used us. And mom just couldn't say no. Poor kid, she's thrown around like a doll, no wonder she looks like one.” Yuji chuckled, and then the two sat in a comfortable silence for a long while. The young Urameshi was grateful that Ranma felt comfortable around him, and he hoped their friendship grew stronger as the time went by.

 

And so it did, as the months went by, October turned into November and November turned into December and almost suddenly, it was winter break for Sarayashiki Junior High. Yuji had been given the pleasure of meeting Ranma's cousin and mother and spent almost every weekend at their house. The two boys were nearly inseparable and had become very close, although Yuji still didn't know Ranma worked at Kurama's flower shop.

 

It was about ten in the morning on a Saturday during the winter break when Ranma came downstairs to find Jessy sitting at the breakfast table alone, watching cartoons on the new television while snacking on rice cakes. She was currently on her eighth one. She didn't look at him as he walked in and sat down next to her.

 

“Good morning,” she said dully “Botan had to leave for a little while, but she left some food on the stove for you.” Ranma blinked and stared at the rice balls, as if reading his thoughts “These are mine. I made them myself.” Ranma blinked again before frowning, he had slept in due to being in the demon world training until four in the morning, and Jessy had been there with him.

 

“What time did you wake up?” he mumbled.

 

“Six.” Jessy replied, finishing her rice ball and moving for another one “Gods don't really need sleep, we mainly do it out of habit from being human.” Ranma frowned again.

 

“You were never human.” Ranma put in.

 

“But Sanzo was,” Jessy snorted “And he sleeps all the freaking time…he says he's meditating…but I've heard him snore.”

 

Ranma pondered on this for a moment “Your dad sleeps a lot, though. Almost all the time and he's never been human.”

 

“Daddy actually is meditating.” Jessy licked the rice off her fingers “Besides, he's a king.” She furrowed her brow angrily “He can do whatever he wants…like dump me on Master Yu for four months and then have him leave me here for two and a half…” She turned towards Ranma who was slowly waking up.

 

“I haven't seen my daddy for over half a year now!” she frowned again and grabbed another rice ball “He probably doesn't even know what today is…” Ranma yawned.

 

“And what is today?” he asked from behind his hand.

 

Jessy didn't answer for a moment, she only chewed for a long time “It's my mother's birth day. I've never met her and even I know.” An awkward silence passed and it took Ranma a few minutes to comprehend what Jessy had just told him. She had never before mentioned her father in a derogatory manner and had never even acknowledged she had a mother, Ranma had wondered if she even knew she had one.

 

“Well,” he started “your dad's a busy person. He's coming to the tournament—“

 

“In six months. If I don't see him before then—it will have been a year. He would have missed my birthday, too.” Jessy said sadly “Daddy isn't busy…he's selfish.” Ranma blinked rapidly again, he had no idea what to say. Jessy pushed the plate stacked with rice balls towards him and stood up.

 

“I'll go warm up your food.” She said walking towards the kitchen, she stopped just outside the sliding door, hand on the screen. “You know,” she said over her shoulder “you're real lucky to have a mom who pays attention to you…imagine how much better it would be if you had a dad that was the same way…even if he was a step-dad. I'd totally envy you, Ranma, even more than I do now.” And with those final words she walked into the kitchen and shut the door behind her.

 

Ranma sat at the table, his feet under the warm blanket, staring at the closed door. “YOU'RE SO EMO TODAY!” he shouted “ARE YOU ON YOUR PERIOD?” a plate of cold food flew through the sliding door and smashed into the wall just behind Ranma's ducked head.

 

“GO TO HELL!”

 

Another line for the special people in this super special awesome world! Hooray for people who read!

 

After cleaning up the food and broken shards of expensive, eighteenth century china given to Botan by the Jade Prince as a house warming gift, Ranma called Yuji and invited him over. Yuji stood against the kitchen counter on the house phone, talking to him. Yuki glared at his twin brother from the kitchen table, but when Yusuke caught the fierce look he slapped Yuki over the head without a word.

 

Yuki clutched his throbbing head and hissed, Yusuke continued eating. “Dangit, dad, that freaking hurts!” he snarled glaring at his father with tear-filled eyes. “Why do you only hit me?”

 

“Because you're the only one who acts like a little, fucking girl, Yuki, now shut up, eat your food and quit staring at your brother.” Yusuke snapped, Yuki sneered and Yusuke pulled his hand back again but his son began to eat. “That's what I thought, you ungrateful little brat.”

 

“Yusuke!” a four-month pregnant Keiko gasped as she walked into the kitchen with another plateful of food for her husband. “I've told you not to call Yuki that!”

 

“I only tell the truth to our kids, Keiko.” Yusuke said offhandedly, pecking her on the cheek as Yuji hung up and rejoined his family at the table. “Who was that, Yuji?”

 

“Oh, that was Ranma.” Yuji replied “He wants me to go over there, is that alright?”

 

“Yeah, sure that's fine.” Yusuke answered “Just finish your food first, then you can go. Do you want a ride?” Yuji nodded and dug into his lunch once more.

 

“How come you never invite him over here, darling?” Keiko asked.

 

“Because he's a freak.” Yuki put in, Konrad came into the kitchen to the sound of Yuki getting smacked over the head again. “DANGIT, DAD!”

 

“Shut up or I'll hit you again, you little brat. Konrad, you nerd, why are you up so late?” Yusuke asked, receiving a slap on the arm from Keiko.

 

“Don't call him a nerd, Yusuke!” she said angrily.

 

“Well-“

 

“Its fine, mom, really.” Konrad smirked “It's a lot nicer than what Yuki calls me anyway.” Yusuke snorted as he and Yuji finished their meals and walked out of the kitchen as the sounds of Keiko smacking Yuki over the head started. Yusuke grabbed his car keys and coat and walked out to the car with Yuji behind him.

 

Yusuke warned him about the ice before they took off in the green SUV. They sat in silence for most of the ride, the octagon picture frame hanging from the mirror spun distractedly as they drove. “So, really…” Yusuke started slowly when they were halfway to the house “How come I haven't met your friend yet?” Yuji took his eyes away from the multi-faced picture frame to his father's aged face, his grey streaked hair in his eyes.

 

“Well, Ranma's family is really private.” Yuji explained, eyes averting back to the frame, a picture of Kurama flashed by, then a picture of Hiei, then Keiko before he continued “I'm surprised Ranma ever invites me over…” Kuwabara flashed by before Yukina then Hiei again, then Koenma…

 

“What are they, in the Yakuza?” Yusuke joked, capturing his son's attention again, they were now a street away from Ranma's house.

 

“No, nothing like that…” Yuji laughed as Koenma's face flashed by again, before a blue blur went by, a blue blur Yuji had never paid much attention to previously. “I'm actually not sure, what the deal is. I've never even met anybody other than his mother and his cousin who is living there now…her dad is supposed to visit sometime and apparently he hasn't so she's kind of…grouchy. That's why Ranma invited me over today…” They were on Ranma's street now, the blue flashed by again.

 

They were only a house away now, the blue flashed again, the octagon was spinning. Yusuke hit the breaks and Yuji jerked foreword slightly, the blue picture spun wildly for a moment, Yusuke smiled and said “goodbye.” The picture stopped.

 

Yuji tore his eyes away from his father while opening the door and glanced at the picture. Botan's smiling face and long blue hair were staring back at him from the picture. Yuji's mouth fell open, but he was already out of the car and his father was already driving away.

 

The front door of Ranma's house opened, he was standing in the doorway, in tight blue jeans, and a black sweater with a white polo underneath, and the collar of the polo sticking out. He crossed his arms in the cold “Get your ass in the house, Yuji! It's fucking cold!” Yuji turned around and faced his friend who was turning back into the house yelling at Jessy “GO AHEAD AND FUCKING TELL, YOU PMS-ING LITTLE MONKEY! GET OFF YOUR FUCKING HORSE AND STOP RUNNING MY ASS OVER! YEAH YEAH, KEEP TALKING WE'RE ALL LISTENING…Yuji! C'mon!” Yuji was silent as he was enveloped in the warmth of the Death's home.

 

Jessy was standing at the top of the stairs, screaming her head off “DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU BIG POOP FOR BRAINS BOY!”

 

“YEAH WHATVER, KEEP TALKING MONKEY!” Ranma shouted back “BECAUSE WE ARE ALL SO FUCKING INTERESTED!” Yuji snapped out of his momentary shock and chuckled at the other two, if they weren't cousins and Jessy was about six years older the two would make a really cute couple. “AGH, GO SUCK ON YOUR BOTTLE YOU BUTT MUNCHING BABY!”

 

“I'M A LITTLE KID AND I KNOW THAT DIDN'T MAKE SENSE! GET SOME GRAMMAR LESSONS!” Jessy screeched “I WIN THIS FIGHT!'

 

“HERE! HERE, TAKE SOME MONEY AND GO BY SOME MIDOL!” Ranma threw some coins from his pocket up at Jessy who only rolled her eyes and walked away to her room, slamming the door behind her. “THAT'S RIGHT, WALK AWAY!” Yuji laughed and patted Ranma on the back.

 

“I think she won, dude.” He chortled, Ranma sneered.

 

“My ASS she did.” He snarled, turning away from the stairs towards the kitchen, Yuji followed his friend and thought no more of the picture of Ranma's mother swinging from Yusuke's car mirror. He wouldn't think about it for the rest of the day, until he went home later in the evening to find Koenma visiting from a meeting of the Gods.

 

But that is another chapter, all together, boys and girls. Yeah, that's right.I said it!

 

 

AN: Alright, ladies and gentlemen! As always, please read and review. All criticism is welcome—AS LONG AS ITS ABOUT THE STORY AND NOT SOME STUPID GRUDGE YOU HAVE AGAINST ME. Haha. Good times, goooood tiiimes! So, yes the rating of the story has gone up due to…well, this chapter. Haha. Enjoy it!