Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Cry For A Shadow ❯ The Accident ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Lady Kikyo 
The accident. Tsume is hurt, Botan comes to you, and tries to explain. You want nothing to do with her, and you take Tsume home.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 08.16.2004 | Updated On: 08.16.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 524 | Status: Completed
The accident. Tsume is hurt, Botan comes to you, and tries to explain. You want nothing to do with her, and you take Tsume home.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 08.16.2004 | Updated On: 08.16.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 524 | Status: Completed
Cry for a Shadow
Author’s Note: This is a CYOA story, obviously. It’s a You/Hiei or You/Kurama story, and yes, the romance will be gradual, as I plan to make this story about 30 or so chapters. The chapters will be pretty long. I’m honestly not sure. But anyways, let me explain the plot. You are the reincarnation of a famous youkai, you have no idea that you are her reincarnation, but you have always been able to do weird things, you are a very distant, aloof person at first, but the more time you spend around the Spirit Detectives, you become a lot more happy and friendly. You have one close friend in the human world, who’s name is Tsume. Think of the place as half American/Half Japanese. It’s kinda weird, but hey, bear with me. Okay, so here we go.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, any of the characters, except your demon form, you(for the story), and your friends and family in the story. No infringement or claiming is intended. Blah..Blah…Blah… I also don’t own the title of this story; it is the title of a song by The Beatles. I do however; own the lyrics, because the song has no lyrics. So it’s basically my own version of the song, my own lyrics.
Thoughts are as follows {Text…blah…}
==1==
You looked up at the sky; it was dark, gray and ominous.
{Great…A storm. I wouldn’t mind it though…dark…just the way I like it.} You thought to yourself, as you walked over the abandoned side walks of your neighborhood.
You began humming a song to yourself, and then you started singing the first line of the song.
“Don’t come looking for me in dark places, I don’t deserve to be found, I don’t deserve your sympathy, I don’t need you to cry for a shadow, I don’t need you to cry any unnecessary tears for me.” you continued walking home, the street lights were all almost out, because it was 3:30 in the morning, you couldn’t sleep and you’d decided to go for a walk.
You couldn’t sleep because your mom had just had a new baby with your dad, and he was up in the middle of the night, bawling. You’d just walked out of the house, despite all the protest from them that you could get hurt or kidnapped.
You didn’t care what happened, you didn’t want to be near anyone in your family. In your eyes, it was their fault that you were unhappy, that you had a few friends.
It was their fault that no one understood you, and your interests.
You stopped and sat down on a bench, you opened your bag, and pulled out your journal and took out a pen. You looked around you, and began to write.
What is the point of me staying here? I can’t stand my family; I can’t stand my surroundings, my school. It’s like I’m stuck in the middle of hell and I can’t get out. Or worse, I’m stuck in a black hole and I can’t get out. I can’t get away from any of these people. They all know me, or at least they think they know me. “Oh we know her, she’s the outcast, the one obsessed with depression, the one who’s a masochist, the one who cuts herself for her hobby. She’s the one with no friends.” They’re right about the outcast part, the rest isn’t true. I don’t cut myself. I don’t hurt myself, nor would I ever do anything of the sort. I have one friend, my best friend. She’s the only person on this earth worth saving. Tsume Sei Kanzaki. She is my best and only friend. I guess you could said we’re friends because we both can relate to each other, and we both have gone through some tough crap together. Take last year for example. She got angry at some one, and two seconds later, he was frozen to death. Or my example, I also got angry at someone, and next thing I know, there is just a pile of ashes on the floor. I honestly don’t know where that power comes from, but it feels like there is this strange power inside of me. I don’t know. I just don’t know. I wish I knew.
With that, you stood up, replacing the cap on your pen, and shutting your journal, and you stuck them both back in your bag, and continued your walk home.
As you walked, you thought of your new baby brother, Isha, and how you hoped he wouldn’t have to live the same kind of life you lived with your parents. As you continued your walk, you noticed a few police cars and an ambulance surrounding something on a side street.
You quickened your pace, hoping no one was injured, and soon you arrived at the scene of the apparent accident.
You squinted your eyes and politely pushed your way through the crowd of people that had formed at barriers of the police tape.
You squinted again, and you saw that it was a girl, there was a car, that had apparently gone through the front of a store, you asked someone what had happened, and they’d told you that the girl’s brakes had lost control, and the girl had flown and hit the wind shield, which hadn’t smashed, and the girl had just hit her head hard, and the glass from the windows had cut her in the abdomen. (A/n: Lucky Tsume, Lucky Accident.)
You squinted once again at the girl, as she opened her eyes. You gasped and burst into tears. It was Tsume. The girl who had gotten in the accident was Tsume.
One of the officers stepped away from the car and walked towards you, holding a photograph. He looked down at it, and looked around the crowd, his dark brown eyes stopped on you, and your lips quivered.
“Excuse me Miss, but are you,” he looked at the back of the picture, and looked up again, “are you (Your full name)?” he stepped closer to you.
You looked at him, dumb founded, you started to answer him, but before you could finish, he took your arm, and slowly led you over to Tsume. She was laying on a stretcher, her head bandaged and a cold and glazed look was in her eyes.
You approached her side with a little coaxing from the officer.
“Tsume?” you asked, as you leaned in closer to her.
“(Your name)?” she asked, holding up out a hand to you.
You took her hand and squeezed it, reassuring her that you were there.
“It’s me, Tsume. I’m here.” You said softly to her.
“I don’t know what happened…I was just driving home and the next thing I know, I’m here. They said the brakes went out on me. I knew they hadn’t been working right. I meant to get them fixed tomorrow.” She said, laughing a little.
“Don’t worry about that now Tsume. You need to go to the hospital.” You whispered to her.
You looked up and around for an ambulance, you gasped at what you saw.
Time appeared to have frozen, and you gasped again, when you turned around and you were standing face to face with a tall blue haired girl, who was wearing a pink kimono.
You eyed her suspiciously, “Who, or what the hell are you and what did you do!?” you shouted, backing away from her, and shielding Tsume protectively with your arms.
“Oh, (Your name), I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Botan, and I’m the guide to the river Styx. I’ve come here to take you and your friend Tsume here to the Spirit World.” She said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.
“Are you drunk or something, miss?” you asked, looking over Botan, and then raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, of course not.” She said giggling.
“Well, what do you need me and Tsume for?” you asked, lowering your arms.
“Well of course you both know you are the reincarnations of the famous demon team Amiko and Tsumiko. And I’ve gotten specific orders from Lord Koenma to bring you to the Spirit World so you can help out our team with some problems we’ve been having as of late.” She said, raising one eyebrow.
“Um…no.” you said, looking at her like she had 8 heads.
“Well, miss (Your name), step this way.” She motioned her hands towards a portal, and you raised an eyebrow.
“Are you insane? I’m not going any where with you! Just get away from me and leave Tsume and I the hell alone!” you growled, and picked Tsume up in your arms, and began to run with her. You had wondered where you’d gotten the strength to do that. You figured it was the adrenaline rush.
You had managed to get Tsume to your house, which was one floor, and into your room.
You looked at the clock and realized it was almost 5. You laid down on your make-shift bed you’d made out of your spare blankets and pillows. You’d taken pretty much everything out of your room and put it into 3 boxes. You’d recently been getting rid of the stuff you didn’t need. You’d planned on running away, but now you weren’t going anywhere until Tsume was better.
You slowly fell asleep after making sure Tsume was alright.
You never heard the soft foot steps of someone slipping into your bedroom.
A/n: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and R&R! Poor Tsume! But she’s okay! I swear! Read on! Chapters 2 and 3 are up too!
-Abby
==2==
Author’s Note: This is a CYOA story, obviously. It’s a You/Hiei or You/Kurama story, and yes, the romance will be gradual, as I plan to make this story about 30 or so chapters. The chapters will be pretty long. I’m honestly not sure. But anyways, let me explain the plot. You are the reincarnation of a famous youkai, you have no idea that you are her reincarnation, but you have always been able to do weird things, you are a very distant, aloof person at first, but the more time you spend around the Spirit Detectives, you become a lot more happy and friendly. You have one close friend in the human world, who’s name is Tsume. Think of the place as half American/Half Japanese. It’s kinda weird, but hey, bear with me. Okay, so here we go.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, any of the characters, except your demon form, you(for the story), and your friends and family in the story. No infringement or claiming is intended. Blah..Blah…Blah… I also don’t own the title of this story; it is the title of a song by The Beatles. I do however; own the lyrics, because the song has no lyrics. So it’s basically my own version of the song, my own lyrics.
Thoughts are as follows {Text…blah…}
==1==
You looked up at the sky; it was dark, gray and ominous.
{Great…A storm. I wouldn’t mind it though…dark…just the way I like it.} You thought to yourself, as you walked over the abandoned side walks of your neighborhood.
You began humming a song to yourself, and then you started singing the first line of the song.
“Don’t come looking for me in dark places, I don’t deserve to be found, I don’t deserve your sympathy, I don’t need you to cry for a shadow, I don’t need you to cry any unnecessary tears for me.” you continued walking home, the street lights were all almost out, because it was 3:30 in the morning, you couldn’t sleep and you’d decided to go for a walk.
You couldn’t sleep because your mom had just had a new baby with your dad, and he was up in the middle of the night, bawling. You’d just walked out of the house, despite all the protest from them that you could get hurt or kidnapped.
You didn’t care what happened, you didn’t want to be near anyone in your family. In your eyes, it was their fault that you were unhappy, that you had a few friends.
It was their fault that no one understood you, and your interests.
You stopped and sat down on a bench, you opened your bag, and pulled out your journal and took out a pen. You looked around you, and began to write.
What is the point of me staying here? I can’t stand my family; I can’t stand my surroundings, my school. It’s like I’m stuck in the middle of hell and I can’t get out. Or worse, I’m stuck in a black hole and I can’t get out. I can’t get away from any of these people. They all know me, or at least they think they know me. “Oh we know her, she’s the outcast, the one obsessed with depression, the one who’s a masochist, the one who cuts herself for her hobby. She’s the one with no friends.” They’re right about the outcast part, the rest isn’t true. I don’t cut myself. I don’t hurt myself, nor would I ever do anything of the sort. I have one friend, my best friend. She’s the only person on this earth worth saving. Tsume Sei Kanzaki. She is my best and only friend. I guess you could said we’re friends because we both can relate to each other, and we both have gone through some tough crap together. Take last year for example. She got angry at some one, and two seconds later, he was frozen to death. Or my example, I also got angry at someone, and next thing I know, there is just a pile of ashes on the floor. I honestly don’t know where that power comes from, but it feels like there is this strange power inside of me. I don’t know. I just don’t know. I wish I knew.
With that, you stood up, replacing the cap on your pen, and shutting your journal, and you stuck them both back in your bag, and continued your walk home.
As you walked, you thought of your new baby brother, Isha, and how you hoped he wouldn’t have to live the same kind of life you lived with your parents. As you continued your walk, you noticed a few police cars and an ambulance surrounding something on a side street.
You quickened your pace, hoping no one was injured, and soon you arrived at the scene of the apparent accident.
You squinted your eyes and politely pushed your way through the crowd of people that had formed at barriers of the police tape.
You squinted again, and you saw that it was a girl, there was a car, that had apparently gone through the front of a store, you asked someone what had happened, and they’d told you that the girl’s brakes had lost control, and the girl had flown and hit the wind shield, which hadn’t smashed, and the girl had just hit her head hard, and the glass from the windows had cut her in the abdomen. (A/n: Lucky Tsume, Lucky Accident.)
You squinted once again at the girl, as she opened her eyes. You gasped and burst into tears. It was Tsume. The girl who had gotten in the accident was Tsume.
One of the officers stepped away from the car and walked towards you, holding a photograph. He looked down at it, and looked around the crowd, his dark brown eyes stopped on you, and your lips quivered.
“Excuse me Miss, but are you,” he looked at the back of the picture, and looked up again, “are you (Your full name)?” he stepped closer to you.
You looked at him, dumb founded, you started to answer him, but before you could finish, he took your arm, and slowly led you over to Tsume. She was laying on a stretcher, her head bandaged and a cold and glazed look was in her eyes.
You approached her side with a little coaxing from the officer.
“Tsume?” you asked, as you leaned in closer to her.
“(Your name)?” she asked, holding up out a hand to you.
You took her hand and squeezed it, reassuring her that you were there.
“It’s me, Tsume. I’m here.” You said softly to her.
“I don’t know what happened…I was just driving home and the next thing I know, I’m here. They said the brakes went out on me. I knew they hadn’t been working right. I meant to get them fixed tomorrow.” She said, laughing a little.
“Don’t worry about that now Tsume. You need to go to the hospital.” You whispered to her.
You looked up and around for an ambulance, you gasped at what you saw.
Time appeared to have frozen, and you gasped again, when you turned around and you were standing face to face with a tall blue haired girl, who was wearing a pink kimono.
You eyed her suspiciously, “Who, or what the hell are you and what did you do!?” you shouted, backing away from her, and shielding Tsume protectively with your arms.
“Oh, (Your name), I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Botan, and I’m the guide to the river Styx. I’ve come here to take you and your friend Tsume here to the Spirit World.” She said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.
“Are you drunk or something, miss?” you asked, looking over Botan, and then raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, of course not.” She said giggling.
“Well, what do you need me and Tsume for?” you asked, lowering your arms.
“Well of course you both know you are the reincarnations of the famous demon team Amiko and Tsumiko. And I’ve gotten specific orders from Lord Koenma to bring you to the Spirit World so you can help out our team with some problems we’ve been having as of late.” She said, raising one eyebrow.
“Um…no.” you said, looking at her like she had 8 heads.
“Well, miss (Your name), step this way.” She motioned her hands towards a portal, and you raised an eyebrow.
“Are you insane? I’m not going any where with you! Just get away from me and leave Tsume and I the hell alone!” you growled, and picked Tsume up in your arms, and began to run with her. You had wondered where you’d gotten the strength to do that. You figured it was the adrenaline rush.
You had managed to get Tsume to your house, which was one floor, and into your room.
You looked at the clock and realized it was almost 5. You laid down on your make-shift bed you’d made out of your spare blankets and pillows. You’d taken pretty much everything out of your room and put it into 3 boxes. You’d recently been getting rid of the stuff you didn’t need. You’d planned on running away, but now you weren’t going anywhere until Tsume was better.
You slowly fell asleep after making sure Tsume was alright.
You never heard the soft foot steps of someone slipping into your bedroom.
A/n: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and R&R! Poor Tsume! But she’s okay! I swear! Read on! Chapters 2 and 3 are up too!
-Abby
==2==