Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Concrete Angel ❯ Concrete Angel ( Chapter 1 )

Hey. This is a little one shot that I couldn’t help but right. This is out to my best friends/reviewers, KawaiiNekoYokai, and SGS. Thanks guys. You don’t know how much you mean to me! Now, on with the story. This is a one-shot.   Concrete Angel   She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace   A seven-year-old boy opened the door to a small house and walked out onto the side-walk, a brown paper bag in hand. His hair was black and fell into his eyes, shadowing his chocolate-colored eyes. He wore a green jacket, white t-shirt, and blue jeans with tennis shoes, even though it was spring time and he should have been wearing shorts. Yusuke slowly made his way past a few giggling children and froze when he saw a girl get hugged by her smiling mother before going into the school. Pressure built behind his eyes, but he held back from crying. How he wished his mother could be like that.   The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask   Yusuke sat in his seat, a piece of paper, a test, in front of him and a pencil in hand, jacket off. The teacher walked down the aisle, but faltered when she noticed a line of bruises, most likely made by rough hands, lining his tan arms.  
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Yusuke watched the other children play games and laugh. It was recess, and Yusuke was the only one not playing. He was alone. Sitting on a cold, wooden bench. No one would play with him. It was always the same. “Hey.” Yusuke turned, brown eyes wide, and they met a pair of emerald eyes. A young boy, not a month older than him, sat next to him, smiling. “It can’t be any fun sitting here watching all these mean people play.” This boy wore a Chinese outfit made of red and gold silk, his long, crimson hair flowing over his shoulders. Yusuke smiled. “No, it’s not. Why are you talking to me?” “I live next door to you. I just moved in yesterday. You wanna go play?” Yusuke laughed. “Sure. I’m Yusuke, by the way.” “Shuiichii. But you can call me Kurama.” “Great. Let’s go play!”   Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

A few days later, Yusuke knelt near his window, chin resting on his fists. Kurama’s head appeared in the window across from his. They did this almost every night since they had met. “Hey. What’s up?” “Nothing. My mom’s drunk again.” “Oh…let’s hope she doesn’t catch us.” Kurama took notice of the bruises lining his friends’ arms and the red surrounding his eyes. Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights

Atsuko came in and Yusuke jumped, startled. “Mom!” “Dammit! You stupid little bastard! I told you to go to bed!” Atsuko stomped across the room, and grabbed Yusuke’s arms in a bruising grip that would leave dark marks in the morning. She started to shake him as she screamed and yelled. Yusuke was crying as he looked over at Kurama, emerald eyes wide and sad. “I’m gonna kill you, you little bastard!” she grabbed Yusuke and dragged him away from the window.   A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

Kurama could only stare in fear as he heard the sounds of flesh being beaten, many cracks, screams, and the smell of blood. Finally, he got the strength to get up and ran for his parents. And 911.   Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Lights flashed in front of the small house. Ambulances, police, even the sheriff’s department surrounded the house. A paramedic ran into the house, scared shitless of what she would find. Kurama stood behind the yellow tape lining the house, tears falling down his small face. He was scared. Really scared. Yusuke was his first and only friend. Nothing should have to happen to him. But it did.
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face

A medley of colored leaves fell down from the almost-bare trees, rain falling from the sky in a saddening tempest of wind, rain, and thunder. Everything was dark, but Kurama stared at the stone and marble marker as if he could see it just as clearly as he could during the day. Tears welled up and created a brackish mixture with the rain falling around him. His small hand traced over the words that were carved in the marble. Yusuke Urameshi 1995-2002 A concrete angel   Her name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

“Kurama?” the voice rang angelically from behind him. The boy turned, red hair limp and eyes red. “Y-Yusuke?” He smiled. A glow surrounded him, and the same was around Kurama. “Let’s go home.” He held out a small hand, and Kurama smiled, taking it in his own, paler hand.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel   “Yes…let’s go home.”   A/N: Yes, I know, that was almost pointless…but…it still made me feel better now that I’ve written it. Thanks for reading!