Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ And I've Got You ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Prologue

 

 

This was frustrating. Really frustrating.

Keiko Yukimura sat there, arms crossed and a sneer/pout on her soft face. Yusuke had ditched…again. His stupid-ass boss kept calling him in randomly, so her boyfriend had to keep running out on their dates!

But, after a while, Keiko started to think the nightmare of all girls-who-were-head-over-heels of their boyfriend.

NO!! Bad, Keiko, bad! she mentally scolded herself. No WAY would Yusuke cheat on her! It was impossible!

“Or…is it?” she whispered but slapped herself for even thinking that. Yusuke was loyal, loving, caring, sweet, kind, and the hottest guy around! Though, he was a bit of a pervert…

Keiko shook her head. Why was she thinking such things?

I'm becoming too paranoid! I'll just go home, and at school tomorrow yell at Yusuke! Good plan! and with that, she pulled over a cab.

 

Keiko looked around for Yusuke, stuffing her hand into her blue-jeans pocket for her flip-phone just in case she needed to call him. She instantly recognized the greased-back black hair and chocolate-eyed boy coming her way with his usual goofy grin on his gentle face.

“Oi! Keiko!” he greeted and Keiko squeezed him into a bear-hug.

 

3rd Period…the worst class ever.

Math.

Keiko was good at Math, hell she was good at everything! But she hated Math class, she hated it, she hated it, she hated it. Yet, today, someone new entered the classroom (they knew when the door slammed open), and shit was he HOT!!

His midnight hair, with a white starburst in the front, defied all laws of gravity, a white bandana covered his forehead and he wore his crimson contacts perfectly. He had a label the second he entered the room. Actually, three labels:

Goth, Punk, and Hottie.

He wore all black, and a sneer was plastered on his perfect features, and looked around Keiko's age, 16. Maybe he was seventeen, hell no one cared how old the kid was, they only cared if he had good grades (so that they could cheat off his paper), single (for the ogling girls), was in some kind of sport (so the jocks could pick on him and the girls could stare at him), and if he was rich or not (so that they could decide what “social class” he bonged in).

“Are you the new student?” the teacher asked, breaking everyone's gaze from the new, short teen.

“Hn.” the boy replied.

“Sit in front of Miss Yukimura, Mister Jaganshi.”

The guy shrugged, strode over to his seat, and sat down. He only knew who “Miss Yukimura” was because she waved at him. The moment he sat and the teacher left, he was bombarded with questions, which he answered calmly.

“What's your name?”

“Hiei.”

“How old are ya?”

“Seventeen.”

Why does your hair stick up?”

“I had an incident with an electric socket when I was a child.”

“COOL!!”

“Baka.”

“Why are your eyes red?”

“Because I like them that way.”

“Do you have any siblings?”

“None of your business.”

“Wanna go out with me?”

“No.”

“CLASS!!” the teacher yelled and everyone seized their questions. Keiko kept staring at the back of Hiei's head, trying to figure out who used more gel:

Yusuke, or Hiei?

Little did she know, but that previous question would pop right back up one she et assumptions get in the way.