Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Dirty Little Secret ❯ It's settled, we're * gulp* related ( Chapter 2 )

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

Chapter 2: It's settled, we're * gulp* related

A/N: Well when writing the 3rd chapter I all of a sudden got pelted with writer's block syndrome DX
And being the idiot I am I'm going to just continue writing. I MIGHT edit the 3rd and 4rth chapter, but since i'm completely drop dead LAZY I might just ask someone to do it for me.
Also, since i'm so innocently aware that I'm a n00b to writing fanfiction ( on the worldwide internet, which is remarkably like underground plumbing), I've come to realize the difference between my story and those on mediaminer: my stories suck and their's doesn't.
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Well, putting my dumb self aside, here's the second chapter! Like I said before, no idea how to spellcheck, so there's ALOT of typos.

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It was shortly after my fight did more start coming. First it was fights after school. Then before school, suddenly I found myself punching and kicking at lunch. Some went so far as to challenge me in between the halls.

Not just me, others as well. It seemed that I had set a new trend. I must have looked so joyful fighting, others want to do it to. By day 6 on my list, My skin was littered with bandages and such. I struggled to see whatever was before me as I headed off of the school campus.

With one eye temporarily closed and my remaining eye with a swollen bruise over it, I sauntered down the sidewalk. It wasn't 30 seconds into my peace that I was flung into a back alley, bruised ass and all.

There were atleast four of them, two had shiny aluminum bats. Being the idiot that I am, I take on their challenge, heading at them with full speed. I had managed to slam a fist into one guy's stomache, before a bat came swinging at me.

It hit me dead center of my back, causing a yelp out of my system before another bat slammed full force onto my right shoulder. I was hefted off the man, a foot found its way into my own stomache.

I gave a gasp, eyes wide, before I hit the ground. Stupid cheaters, who dare use WEAPONS in a hand to hand combat? To them, my fall did not signal the end of our little spar, the other two had somehow remembered that they too had bats...

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For once, after my brutal beating, I didn't wake up in a hospital. Infact, I was in a house, bandaged like a mummy from a b-listed movie, but alive, like I cared. I sat up quickly, the sheets rolling down my upright form to show my bandaged chest and abdomen.

I blushed, I really hope my savior wasn't a man. And I believed that too, when savior in question walked into the room, he was so beautiful I believed he was a girl for that single moment. Until he spoke. " Oh, you're all better are you?"

I flushed when I saw he was carrying my clothes, washed and folded neatly, I quickly collected the sheets and pulling them up to my exposed form, though it was thickly covered in gauze. He smiled when he caught the flush on my cheeks, " It's alright. I'm a doctor, I'm used to it."

" A doctor?" I asked, for once my usually arrogant tone sank under my curiosity. He nodded,
" Yes, I'm still in training, but don't worry." He said as he placed my clothes on the foot of my bed. " My friend had found you in an alley, I'm surprised you didn't die from your internal injuries. " Well I've been through a lot worst." I grumbled sliding on the shirt of my uniform.

He lifted an eyebrow, " A fighter I see, So your being beat up was expected."

" It's not my fault those cowards use fucking BATS instead of fists. I should wipe the floor with their face just for thinking about it." I growled, talking more to myself then the man.

He mumbled something to himself that I picked up as "...runs in the family..."
For once I wasn't quick to tongue lashing, he didn't look ready to be kicked forcefully out of his thoughts unless he was prepared to snap at anything that moved.

" Of no importance." he said finally, " I've contacted your brother. he should be here shortly."

That took me back a few, " How do you know my brother?" was the first thing that came out of my mouth. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. A stalker? Worse, and INTERNET stalker?

" Yusuke called me, asked me to find you, said he sm- had to talk to you about something."

Smelled? Was that what he was going to say? Sounded a lot like it. Well, suspicions aside...
" He won't come, ' I said confidently, " he hates me."

" I assume the feelings are mutual?" the man proposed, offering a bento box. I ignored it, " How do you know Pole-up-his-butt? I'll laugh if you tell me ya'll met at a knitting club."

" No, and you know as much as I that Yusuke practically invented impatience."

" True." I nodded, though I didn't add that genetics weren't on my side.

" From the look of your other scars, I'd say you were a proffesional fighter."

I snorted, " I wish. It would save me a couple trips to the hospital. No, I get beat up 55% of the time a fight starts. I have a tendency to be overly enthusiastic when someone pisses me off."

" Indeed. Did you even stop to appreciate your eyesight when you saw them pull out bats?"

I glared, " It's not in my interest what they use! I was gonna beat the pulp outta him,, end of story."

He didn't seem to convinced, yet a knowing smile chastised his lips. There are times when the world is against you. There are also times, when the world plays you for a fool. This is one of those times.

" Dammit." I growled, " Quit grinning."

His smile only grew wider as he stood up, " I'll leave you to your changing then."

I slid slowly into my uniform. Maybe it was because I was too proud to say it, but I was kinda hoping for Yusuke to take me home. I was hungry dammit! But it was true... I wasn't very good at the whole reflex thing. If a punch goes my way, I'll be sure it hits for you. I just, put all my life into my fists, just to land a punch on them, makes me feel way better.

I have anger issues, no doubt. Like I said before...genetics are a powerful thing.

I didn't bother tying the bow. I tied my (dyed) blonde hair into a ponytail, allowing a couple strands to fall into my face. One time my father told me that wasn't a very good style for me, I believed her, so I kept on doing it till it became a habit.

I checked myself in the mirror. I was surprised that prissy boy didn't run out screaming, I looked like I had just came form the depths of hell. One completely blue and purple closed eye, another with an overly swollen lump over the eye. My cheek red and puffed, the other scratched like a cat was set on me, my nose a crooked mess, my lip busted in several places. Then my body ached when my moved, proving that the cut on my thigh WAS infected, I was slightly worried about the yellow oozing form it.

And then Yusuke burst in, with all the annoying atmosphere that came with him. My first conclusions were the following: (A) bust out laughing cause I looked like a total loser, all beat up and stuff. (B) Snapped at me the moment he saw me and telling me to never come back to the house again or they'd call the police or something along those lines. (C) He'd mock me about how horrible a fighter I was if I got bruised this bad.

But neither A,B, nor C had happened. He just took one look at me, a long hard look, scoffed, turned around and walked out the door. " Come on. Dinner's getting cold."

I stared at him, puzzled for a moment, before slowly walking after him, prepared for any traps or anything else hidden in that mysterious staircase of pretty boy's. Nothing.

We walked in silence the rest of the way. It turned out the Uremeshi's apartment wasn't too far from pretty boy's, just a couple blocks down. As the silence stretched, so did my patience. It was too damn quiet, whenever in the presence of Yusuke, noise was sure to present itself in a split second notice.

" Hey..." I finally said, the sun wasn't going to stay up for much longer. I dunno why, but the sun, its warmth, it always gave me some type of confidence. I stopped in my tracks, face downwards to look at my shoes. Marvelous shoes if I do say so myself. They're brown with a small heel that hurts like hell, but it weighs a ton so you can probably get excersize if you ever walk a block or two.

He grunted in response, I guess we are related. " This...isn't fixing anything you know." I warned him advance, looking up into his eyes with a fire I didn't know I had, " I still think you're an obsessed bad-ass who needs to be taken down a few pegs."

His quisitive forwn suddenly turned into a cocky grin, the bastard. " Heh," he scoffed, amused,
" Guess we are related."

I blinked at his retreating form. Well what do you know, that practically seals it in blood, Yusuke Uremeshi was definitely my brother, half or not. I followed in his wake, basking in the remains of the sun, setting down on a new turn of events, I can't wait to see what happens the next time I come close to death.

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Once we got back, we found out Atsuko had eaten all the pizza, me and Yusuke joined forces for just that moment to yell at her. What a family.

A/N: Hiei will be in the next episode! cross my heart and hope to...er...well, if I die who would write the story? Right? RIght? Wrong! No! Er... Right!

Anyways casting is open! I need a girl! Make up a character if you have to, but I need a character so KuramaxOC can happen. This character will enter the story as soon as I find the perfect entry, because I'm out of ideas to what she should be( hints of writer's block creeping in).

Well watever. I completely forgot about this story so I apologize for the fact that I have only typed one chapter because of my...writer's illness. And the fact I havent' slept in three days because of two parties I went to for the new years. AHAHAHA!

Besides my boring life drabble, going through some stalker problems so i'll write chap 3 later.