Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ ~Manzokushi~ ❯ It's My Life to Live ( Chapter 1 )

~*~Manzokushi~*~

~Chapter One~

~My Life to Live~

It seems like it's been years, but in truth it has been but a few moments since he has been gone. I supposed you are wondering whom I am talking about? Who I even am? Yet you wouldn't understand if I just said these few things you may wish to know. Therefore I shall tell you the whole story, from start to finish. Here is the story…

I found it quite hard to close the yearbook once my father called me. His picture almost pulled her into a trance every time she saw it. He took perfect yearbook pictures. A knock on my door woke me from my dreamland. "Karu! Dinner is ready! Come eat!" "Coming dad." I spoke quietly and quickly placed the yearbook under her bed covers before rushing out of my bedroom door.

As I walked across the cold wooden flooring the house creaked beneath my feet. It was an old place but it did the job of keeping my father and me out of the cold and rain. After supper I hurried on back to my room to finish up my homework. I was a good student, but that was probably because I rarely had any distractions. You see, I'm not like other people; I have no friends and no relations. My dad is the only person I have ever really talked to.

No other person ever wished to talk with me. Teachers sometimes ask me questions but other than that I am a very solitary person. My mother died when I was only three years of age. I never knew my mother that well but my father said that she was a very talented, kind, and smart woman. I've always tried to be like her, my mother. Or so I thought, until I later on learned that my mother never died, she disappeared long ago. On top of that, she had drinking problems. Someday, I still wish to find her; and I'll still try my hardest if only for my dad's happiness.

As the sun caressed my checks my eyes slowly opened. Adjusting to the light as they did so. After rushing through a shower and breakfast I flew out the door. The school was a mile from my house so no bus came to pick my up; I walked to and from school every day. My father worked hard; he worked from 4 a.m. to 6 p.m. I rarely saw him but the moments we shared were dear for he is the only one I ever am able to talk with.

"Okay class, time to take today's attendance." My name was third on the list and the teacher didn't bother calling it our. He knew I was there. Even if I never spoke he always knew. "Shuichi Minamino?" The teacher looked up from his attendance book, "Shuichi? Gone again…where could he be?" He asked himself.

He's been gone for a week and a half. I was hoping he'd be back by this Monday. I guess I was wrong…again. Shuichi is an old classmate of mine, if you have not already heard of him. He is number one in this class, biology. His is the picture I have one mentioned before. The one that pulls me into a trance every time I see it in the yearbook. Yes, him, the boy with the long red hair and memorizing emerald eyes.

We did a lab in class today. Though, there were an uneven amount of kids so I worked alone. The teacher told me to work with another group and just make it three to one group but I refused. Don't get me wrong! I don't mind working with other people, I'm not selfish and snobby! I just…have a slight problem with being able to communicate with others.

As I was walking out of class that day, ready to go home, the teacher stopped me. "Karu! I forgot to ask in class if anybody could bring Karu his schoolwork. I'm afraid he'll fall behind if he doesn't get this work done. If it's too much to ask than I'm sure I can find somebody to bring it to him tomorrow." "No," I said, "he shouldn't have to wait until tomorrow. I'll bring his work to him today. But I don't know where he lives."

The teacher went through his files and pulled out a piece of paper, which he copied something off of. He gave me the piece of paper that he had writing something on. I glanced at it. It was Karu's address. Nothing to take lightly I assure you. "Thank you," was all I said before leaving the classroom.

As I exited the school I breathed in a breath of relief. My dad wouldn't know what time I got home if I got home a bit later than usual. Surely I would be able to deliver this work before he got home. I guess I better get to it. I smiled slightly as my eyes skimmed over Karu's address once more.

"What-cha looking at?" Came a voice from over my shoulder. A rather…annoying voice. I turned, only to be met with frustration. This girl never leaves me alone! I said nothing as see tried to take the piece of paper fro my hand but failed. Surely this girl had once again gotten the chance to amuse her friend by bugging me, and she always takes every chance at doing so.

"Give me the paper already!" I mentally smirked as I moved the paper every time she reached for it. Her face grew red as her friends laughed at her. "You're making a fool of me you stupid wench!" I tucked the paper inside my pocket and proceeded to walk. I had grown tried of her constant whining and foolish name-calling.

I know stood at the foot of the doorway to the house that was claimed as Shuichi's home. Just as I began to have second thoughts a woman opened to door. "Can I help you?" She asked politely. I smiled wearingly and when I spoke it was quiet. "I brought schoolwork for Shuichi. It is so he doesn't fall behind. Is he okay?" I stopped my voice. If I spoke too much she might actually think I'm one of Shuichi's friends and bring me to Shuichi.

"He's not home right now, but you can come in if you'd like to." "Well I-" "don't be shy, dear, I'm sure he'd love to see his friends from school when he gets home. He hasn't seen them for quite a while." I didn't protest. I should've, but I didn't. Shuichi might need some work explained to him or…well…to tell the truth I only stayed to see Shuichi. I hate feeling like such a girly little stocker.

Shuichi's mom let me sit at a table that also had his schoolwork on it. I waited patiently as she brought me a drink. Before she got a chance to start up a conversation once more the front door opened and closed. My heart skipped a beat as it did so. "Mom! I'm home." Shuichi entered the room while talking. "I was wondering if-" he paused as he saw me.

"Well hello. Karu, is it? You are in my biology class, right?" My cheeks turned red and I couldn't speak. All I could do was turn my head away from his direction and nod. "Karu brought you the schoolwork that you missed while you were away." After hearing what his mother said, Shuichi turned towards me once more. "Thank you, Karu. I wouldn't want to get behind in my class-work." "Well," I said quietly, "I have to go now. Good-bye."

I rushed out of the room with my eyes on the floor. As I reached the front door I crashed into something firm yet soft at the same time. When I looked up I found a boy with dark brown hair that was slickened back causing it to look almost black. "Sorry." I tried to pass by him but he step in my way. Looking up once more I gave him a questioning glance.

"Why do you look so familiar?" He asked, his voice full of curiosity. "Ummm…" "Yusuke? Why are you still here?" Shuichi's voice came fro behind me but I froze in place as soon as I heard it and couldn't turn around. "I just had to ask you a few questions about the case before we close it up." Case? What was the boy that Shuichi called Yusuke talking about?

While Yusuke was distracted I managed to slip by him and hurry home. I was in such a hurry, though, that when I finally got home I noticed that I had forgotten my backpack at Shuichi's house. Perfect…this is just simple perfect. Note that sarcasm there. I don't want to go back there. I don't like not being able to breath when Shuichi puts his eyes one me. I don't like my heart skipping five beats when he talks to me and I don't like freezing in his presence. I just don't like it.

(A/N~I know the first chapter is short but the next ones wont be…and I know the story is a bit boring right now but it'll get much more interesting…trust me ^_^ Also, if I have any spelling/grammatical errors please feel free to point out my stupidity. That what makes people better writers; pointing out the things that they've done wrong.