Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Dirty Little Secret ❯ What....The....Hell ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Dirty Little Secret

Rini Haruno was a run away by age 9, a delinquent by age 10, and a fighter by age 13. Her only rule, break all the rules! Having a boyfriend was no exception. Rin/Hiei. I tried to make my oc as realistic as I could so please read.

A/N: Who doesn't have a dirty little secret? :3
It's not originally named, despairingly enough. No, I was thinking of the song 'Dirty Little Secret' while writing this. Well actually, that song is the reason I ever breathed life into this story. All American Rejects sing it: it's a VERY OLD SONG. Still....SILLY STRING MEH WAHAHAHA!
No idea how to spellcheck so i did my best. So dorry double sorry TRIPLE SORRY WAAAH!

Disclaimer: As much as I would love owning any part of Yu Yu Hakasho, demon or human, my allowance is pityful. So I'm stuck owning this stupid story DX. Lmao.

I HAVE NO PART IN THE ORIGINAL CREATION OF YU YU HAKASHO

Prologue and 1st chapter together because the prologue is so small ^_^
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smallest prologue EVER

Oh....shit.

Yusuke, fuming mass of rage and bloodlust stood before my cowering form. " What were you two just doing?" he breathed with every form of malice I could think of. " Err...." I looked from Hiei back to my insane brother, " It was all bad ream." I said in a haunting voice, making Hiei slap his forehead, " You cave under pressure, woman." he sighed.

" Dead men shouldn't talk." Yusuke hissed at Hiei. " Dead?" I asked loudly, ah the naivity of innocence, " How could he be dead? He's standing right...here........oh shit."

" Oh shit's right." Hiei growled, grabbing my wrist and the two of us made way for the nearest exit. Whcih just happened to be my window...two. Stories. Above. The ground.

I giggled as Hiei and I ran from he-who's-anger-marks-defy-logic. I stopped laughing, though, when he chucked me out the window. The scream was involuntary, of course. But before I could hit the oh so comfortable ground, I was lifted off intot he air again, this time masculine arms not leaving me as me and Hiei escaped into the night.

Compared to the rage and yelling home, demonic forests seemed like a good thing.

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Chapter One: What...the....hell.

It all started with fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. And fuck was exactly what got me hauled into the detention room, along with all the other depraved fools that spent their miserable lives praying for forgiveness in this room of death.

Oh someone please save me from the clutches of BOREDOM.

Apparently, cursing is forbidden infront of teachers, a fact that my own teacher had not missed. She wasted no time in sending me striaght to the principal's office. Too bad, we were just getting along to.

And as I counted to number of gum pellets displayed proudly on the ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder if I should add one there myself. I've been here frequently enough, for sure. Actually, I'm surprised they hadn't kicked me out, with my otustanding tendency to skip school and cause multiple laugh-my-ass-off disruptions in class( whenever I'm there).

If anyone's wondering, the deliquent that's talking is named Rini Haruno, though most just call me Rin for short. My appearance? Well, it changes from day to day, depending on how good the fight is, but a traight that would never leave is my tan hair and amazingly mixed brown green eyes. The brown is logical, seeing as how 95% of the japanese population has naturally colored brown eyes. The green, though, was due to green tinted contacts, which was a miracle in istself compared to my broken down purple eyewear.

I popped a bubble lazily, chewing on my gum with disdain towards the school, and their faculty members. That includes that student body president, and his EVIL minions. Once the teacher flipped the page of his newspaper to the sports section, I, along with the rets of the detention buddies, knew that if we were to act, we would have to act now.

Some threw paper balls, other threw airplanes. But I have grown above their level, I threw no paper, mashed or folded to beautiful origami, I....threw gum....at the ceiling. It stuck on the multicolored gum collage with a ' kersplat' earning a face splitting grin form yours truly.

By the time I left detention, I had summed about 1/18 of the required daily sleep, and 1/4 of my amusement for the day. Finding absolutely no reason to go to my locker, I skipped lithely out of the school, stopping every so often to grete a couple friends, spit on a couple of nerds, and beat up a couple of people who looked at me wrong.

Outside of school was basically the same, this time teachers were replaced by police, and my enemies were ALOT bigger. And as I sprinted as fast as I could from the shrieking sirens of police cars, and deatht hreats form my retreating endeared enemies, I had to laugh a mocking laugh.

What a wonderful, normal day.

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You remember that time I told you how I was wondering why I was never transfered a couple days ago? Well, that was a jinx right there. Apparently yesterday my principal caught me running from the authoities as he was walking home, so, no alibi's for me; and I had grown so attached to the 'sleeping with my boyfriend' one.

Not that I had a boyfriend, some were shocked to hear. A put an effort to looking good, unlike many here. I actually EXCERSICE on a regular basis. Beating the crap out of people is a work-out in itself.

Well so far I've been to seven public schools, got kicked out of every single one. Well thsi would be a world record for me. I've lasted for two years at this school. The shortest I've ever attended a school would be...two months?

It wasn't fair. I had no clue about the weekly locker checks. They found my crack. No, I don't smoke crack, I do trade it in for some decent cash though. That was how I afforded all my clothes, not that I had much. I tried it one time, snorted it right back out, the stuff was disgusting.

I was too live with my brother and my step mother. A very unhappy bunch if you ask me. Me and Yusuke hit it off immediately. Kicking and punching and beating each other's brains out. The verbal arguments were very colorful as well. The moment I stepped into that crazed apartment, I walked right back out, and never wanted to go there again. Nah, I only went there every once in a while, taking all the yelling and fights that would spontaneously happen; I'll sleep ont he streets if I have to.

The one morning I actually stayed there, Yusuke had come stomping into the room, moment he saw me he opened his annoyng mouth and began to bitch me off. I, honorably, plucked up all the formality and manners in me...and bitched him back. I then found out the punk goes to the same school as me, dammit, why the hell doe sit happen to ME?

Sarayashiki school...hmm...it'll probably be like my other seven schools. A waste of my fuckin time. I had no life goals or talents( except in having fun. I'm a straight A student in that category). Well the teacher's always look funny when they yell.

And Sarayashiki faculty was no exception. The moment I got there.

" Ms. Haruno you better get your act back together!"

" Ms. Haruno get back in your seat!"

" Ms. Haruno! How dare you! Do you wish to go to the principal's office?"

Bitch, do this! Bitch, do that! Stop stabbing me, bitch, it's killing me! Oh please, the only thing I've noticed from their little rant was they all looked funny doing it. By the time third period started, I was in the principal's office, banging the back of my head on the wall, awaiting his call.

It wasn't very long. He was a stout man, with an ugly mug and missing patches of hair. His face was grave, yet looked ready to snap into anger the moment I would start speaking. " It's quite obvious why you're here." he told me absently, " Though you probably don't care, and you'd rather go off with your gangster buddies."

I blinked. Right to the point wasn't he? Looks like he dealed with kids like me before. Interesting.... " I don't have 'gangster buddies' I work on my own." I snorted, kicking my army boots onto his neat and clean desk, which wasn't so neat and clean anymore, form where I've been walking.

" We've got programs for kids like you." he said, not even trying to woo me to stop my violent behavior. " Shove it." I muttered crossing my arms over my chest.

" It's called the KPC. Kid's Probation Curriculum." he continued as if I hadn't even spoken. What a strange red neck...

" I've already been on probation, just threaten me now and get it over with." I snorted. How many times has the judge from my old home town put me on probation, only to bust me the very next day? Disgraceful.

" I see..." suddenly a small smile appeared on his face, " So you're THAT type of kid eh? Well in that case, forget the curriculum."

That took me back a few, " Say wha?" was it just me or did he seem to go a little fast?

" Curriculums didn't work on him either. No, I'll just let you run along now." he said, going back to his computer, " Have a good first day."
" So I can do whatever the hell I want in class." I started.

" Yes."

" And you won't punish me for it."

" Don't see why I should."
" Okay then." I cautioned.

" Okay then." he repeated absently.

" I'm going off to do pot."

" Good luck with that."

" And assassinate everyone in the school with a sniper I've got stashed in my locker" ( that of course, was a lie. I had no idea where my locker was, neither did I intend to anytime soon)

" My best reguards."

This is where my insides are screaming with two things: surprise, and joy. Screw class, I ran as fast as I could to the roof. When I got there, I went to the railing, and I let off a great big 'woop'.

Some may find me insane. Others may find me a loser. But did I care? Hell no! They can shank John Denver for all I care ( who's John Denver? No idea!)! I was beginning to like this school!
So the principal was going to just let me do whatever I want. Amazing. Simply amazing. Given up already, what a pushover. The first thing I did once lunch hit, was leap onto a lunch table, and yell at the top of my lungs,

" OI! Jackasses! Ya'll inteligently screwed yet or what?"

And I waited for the reply. There were whispers, naturally. I ignored those. What I really wanted to hear was-

" What was that bitch?!"

Like music to my ears. A small smile was on my lips as I jumped down from the table, looking for the source of the voice. It was a boy, of course, with chin length black hair and black eyes. Hah, this'll be fun.

" I said- ah why bother talking to an ass like you, it'll probably just go in one ear and otut the o-"

Whap!

Backhanding me right on my cheek. Getting over the momentary shock of how quickly my head swung to the side, I chuckled, scanning the curious, surprised audience around us. Oh this'll be a blast.

" That your best shot weakling?" I hissed mockingly.

" Oh that's it, BITCH!"

0.o Five minutes later 0.o

And me and the( apparently) junior were hauled off into the principal's office. The principal dismissed me the moment he laid eyes on me, a fact the junior had detested. " Say what? What the hell, Sensei?!"

" Pipe down!"

I didn't bother to hear the rest, swinging the door shut and trotting back to the roof. Strange, you'd think my lil' bro'd be up there or something. Obviously i didn't knwo him good enough or something, because he wasn't.

The roof was a nice place, of yes. Much more preferable to those lame stuffy classrooms. Strangely enough, I walked with a limp, and since lunch had just ended, the whispers were endless through the jungle of lockers as I made my bitchy way through the school. Damn junior had practically beat my leg off with his fists. Oh well, I grinned, I'd just ahve to deal with it.

My first day: principal's office
My second day: fight

Oh the world can fling whatever they want at me, I'll be running to it before they can think.


A/N: Whatcha think? Not my best story of the year...It's plot line's a bit shaky, actually, there really isn't one when going through the adventure category. Now that I think back, there'll probably be NO adventure whatsoever, save a few minor games. Action guarenteed, comedy wuarenteed, drama pop-ups ensured, put it together and what do you got?

A pain in the ass that's what! WAHAHAHAHA!

My duck pillow: I apologize she's always like this.

Me: the hell I am! XD review dammit! gimme ideas pweaze! Now where's that fox boy? I like tails and he's as close as i'm gonna get.

My duck pillow: RUN KURAMA!

Ahahaha. Er....