Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ New Generation ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: MageDragon17 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.12.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 201 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.12.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 201 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Summary: It's been fifteen years since Hikori was born. Now he's going to a public high school for the first time after being home tutored all of his life. Will the half apparition half demon get through it without getting harassed by bullies, and what about this new evil, the new evil that's coming after him?
-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 1
(Why high school?) The young man wondered. Actually, he was anything but human. He looked like a human, but there was apparitional powers hidden behind his violet eyes. He was not really looking forward to going to a public high school after being tutored for so many years, but he couldn't say the same for his companion.
"Ah lighten up Hikori," she said. "It won't be so bad. You'll be able to get away from the temple everyday."
"Easy for you to say Mitsuki," Hikori said. "You like going to school, unlike your dad."
Mitsuki laughed. "Yeah, my dad was pretty bad about that. But my mom did always give him an earful about it."
"Does she have to give him an earful every time he doesn't go to work?" Hikori asked, already knowing the answer.
"Oh yes," Mitsuki answered, mocking sadness. She broke into a grin, "but he still manages to bring in a paycheck."
Hikori changed the subject. "I don't know why my parents decided to send me to a public school. I was doing just fine being home schooled, why'd they change it now?"
Mitsuki shrugged, "I don't know. But you have to admit, having Kurama as your tutor while he still works at a private school is a tad stressful on him." She looked down at him, for all he was nearly a year older than her; he had the height disadvantage his parents had.
"Yeah," Hikori groaned. "Getting up at four is going to take some getting used to." He yawned to emphasis what he meant.
"You'll survive," Mitsuki said with a smile as they reached the school. "Here we are." Hikori didn't look at all thrilled, but he followed Mitsuki into the school without complaining. "Let's hope we're in the same class," Mitsuki said.
Hikori followed her into the building. It's not that he was angry that he had to go to a public school; he just wished his parents hadn't sprung it on him. In his opinion, he would much rather have stayed home and done home schooling, but his parents still had a good point that it would get him out of the temple and out in the world where he should be. It also took a load off Kurama.
Inside the building, it seemed like total chaos. All of the students, new and returning were looking for their homerooms. Mitsuki said she would see where their homerooms were so Hikori wouldn't have to risk getting lost in the crowd. Hikori stuck his tongue out at her at the teasing remark of his height and watched her wade into the crowd.
She was only gone a few seconds when she came bouncing back. She hugged him tightly, squealing, "We have same homeroom!"
"How nice," Hikori gasped as he pulled away from Mitsuki.
She grinned, "Come on lets go."
Hikori followed her down the hall, not particularly paying much attention to anything. He did pay attention when Mitsuki stopped in front of an opened door.
"Here we are," she said. "I wonder if any of my old friends from junior high are in here?" She walked into the room and Hikori followed her. Almost immediately she raced to a group of girls by the window, and Hikori figured that they were her friends from junior high.
Hikori put his book bag down on the desk that Mitsuki had dropped hers, and then went back out of the room to look out the window. One window was open, and he rested his arms on the sill and looked around with vantage of being upstairs. "This is definitely going to take some getting used to," he mumbled.
"Looks like someone needs to go back to grade school where they belong," someone said behind him.
Hikori glanced around quickly, he sight landing on a group of three big teenagers, probably seniors. (Oh great,) he thought, (just what Kurama warned me about.) He stayed quiet, pretending he hadn't heard them, and turned back to the window.
"We know you heard us, shrimp," the same guy said. "Turn around."
Hikori complied, turning around with his face as unreadable as he knew how to make it. As much as he knew, he knew that most high school bullies were dumber than most people, so he figured giving them an unreadable look would stall them for a minute.
His guess was somewhat correct. It proved that these three weren't all that bright, but apparently they were smarter than most.
"Nice try shrimp," the leader said, "That's been pulled on us before. Now why don't you get back into your little classroom and get out of our hallway?"
Hikori risked being smart. "You're blocking the door," he said, the unreadable look turning into a smirk he'd learned from his father.
The leader glared at him, "Don't try getting smart with us, you'll regret it pretty soon."
"Prove it," Hikori said. He knew he was pushing his luck, but he wasn't afraid, he knew too many ways to defend himself to be afraid of three over-sized humans.
The leader grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off his feet. "You want proof, I'll give you proof." He slammed Hikori against the glass of a closed window.
Hikori heard a muffled 'clank' that only he heard which was the thin short sword that he'd been taught how to use as a small boy. The only way something like that could be concealed was by wearing a baggy jacket, or made by Hikori's mother.
In this case, Hikori's mother made it, but of course Hikori couldn't use it now. He just hoped no one would ever find out about it in this school. He was about ready to get out of the bully's grip when some behind the group said, "What are you boys doing?"
The three bullies looked over their shoulders at the teacher. He glared at them and the leader put Hikori down.
"Why don't you three go to class and let this young man do the same thing," the teacher said, and it was not a request.
The three walked off without a word as Mitsuki came out of the classroom. "Are you okay Hikori?" she asked.
"Fine," Hikori answered. In a lower whisper, he said, "You should know I can take care of myself against things like that."
Mitsuki smiled, "Yeah, I know. I like how you called them things too."
Hikori nodded and they went inside their classroom.
***
After the first few class, none of them which Hikori and Mitsuki had together, Hikori met up with Mitsuki outside their homeroom during their lunch break.
"So where do you want to go?" Mitsuki asked.
"Outside," Hikori answered. "You know I hate being stuck inside somewhere for a long period of time."
Mitsuki smiled, "Yes I do. You get that from you dad."
"I get everything except my eyes from my father," Hikori grumbled.
"You didn't get his attitude though," Mitsuki pointed out. "To think how things would be if you had gotten that."
"True," Hikori said. They got outside, and Hikori resist the urge to jump into the nearest tree.
"So how are your classes?" Mitsuki asked as she sat down under the tree Hikori had been eyeing and took out her lunch.
"Boring," Hikori answered as he plopped down next to her. "I already know most of the stuff that these teachers are talking about."
"I wonder how long that will last," Mitsuki said. She picked up a bit of rice with her chopsticks and pointed it at Hikori, "Eat. I know you when lunchtime rolls around. You don't eat, and you'll wish you had in a little while, you still have yet to have gym class."
Hikori ignored the rice and pulled out his schedule. His last class of the day was gym, which was only three classes away. "Whatever."
Mitsuki shoved the rice in his mouth. "If you don't eat now you won't be able to until you get home, and home is a long walk for you. Now eat your lunch."
"I don't have one." That was a lie. His mother had purposely gotten up before him and had made him one. Remembering that, he felt guilty and pulled it out.
"I knew you were lying," Mitsuki said, and then scowled at the contents of his lunch. "No far, yours is better than mine."
Hikori shrugged as he popped a bit of smoked fish into his mouth. "Blame my mother."
Mitsuki stuck her tongue out at him and went back to her lunch.
***
When gym class rolled around, Hikori realized something. How was he supposed to hide his sword when he changed for class? He figured that if he dawdled long enough, he could wait until practically everyone was out of the locker room before changing. As soon as almost everyone was out, he quickly changed, leaving his sword in his locker under his clothes.
Gym class itself was easy. Hikori had played many of the games when he was younger with Mitsuki, her father, and Kuwabara, so he wasn't completely unaware of what to do.
But unlike all of his other classes, which were separated by grade level, gym class was mixed, and there was one person in his class that Hikori wasn't too thrilled to have, the leader of the gang that had confronted him earlier that morning.
Hikori did his best to avoid him, but by the end of class, he knew it would be impossible once he entered the locker room. He used his strategy from earlier, but when he walked in just before the bell to end school ran, the guy was waiting for him.
He had found out his name, Noroko Michizuki. Of course, that was all he knew, and that's all he wanted to know. And right now, Noroko looked ready to give Hikori what he wanted to earlier.
"Looks like I can prove myself now," Noroko said as he approached Hikori.
Hikori avoided most of Noroko's hits, but Noroko did mange to score a black eye and a split lip on him. Hikori hid in the showers until Noroko gave up looking for him and left. By then the bell to end school had rung, so Hikori quickly dressed and ran out to see if Mitsuki was still there or had gone home.
"There you are," Mitsuki said as she saw Hikori coming. "What kept you?" she asked, and then she saw. "Did one of those bully's get you?" she asked as she inspected his darkening eye and split lip.
"Yeah," Hikori muttered as he pulled away and started walking. "Lets just go home."
***
Author's Note: So, what do you think? If you like it, let me know and I'll get the next chapter up.
Summary: It's been fifteen years since Hikori was born. Now he's going to a public high school for the first time after being home tutored all of his life. Will the half apparition half demon get through it without getting harassed by bullies, and what about this new evil, the new evil that's coming after him?
-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 1
(Why high school?) The young man wondered. Actually, he was anything but human. He looked like a human, but there was apparitional powers hidden behind his violet eyes. He was not really looking forward to going to a public high school after being tutored for so many years, but he couldn't say the same for his companion.
"Ah lighten up Hikori," she said. "It won't be so bad. You'll be able to get away from the temple everyday."
"Easy for you to say Mitsuki," Hikori said. "You like going to school, unlike your dad."
Mitsuki laughed. "Yeah, my dad was pretty bad about that. But my mom did always give him an earful about it."
"Does she have to give him an earful every time he doesn't go to work?" Hikori asked, already knowing the answer.
"Oh yes," Mitsuki answered, mocking sadness. She broke into a grin, "but he still manages to bring in a paycheck."
Hikori changed the subject. "I don't know why my parents decided to send me to a public school. I was doing just fine being home schooled, why'd they change it now?"
Mitsuki shrugged, "I don't know. But you have to admit, having Kurama as your tutor while he still works at a private school is a tad stressful on him." She looked down at him, for all he was nearly a year older than her; he had the height disadvantage his parents had.
"Yeah," Hikori groaned. "Getting up at four is going to take some getting used to." He yawned to emphasis what he meant.
"You'll survive," Mitsuki said with a smile as they reached the school. "Here we are." Hikori didn't look at all thrilled, but he followed Mitsuki into the school without complaining. "Let's hope we're in the same class," Mitsuki said.
Hikori followed her into the building. It's not that he was angry that he had to go to a public school; he just wished his parents hadn't sprung it on him. In his opinion, he would much rather have stayed home and done home schooling, but his parents still had a good point that it would get him out of the temple and out in the world where he should be. It also took a load off Kurama.
Inside the building, it seemed like total chaos. All of the students, new and returning were looking for their homerooms. Mitsuki said she would see where their homerooms were so Hikori wouldn't have to risk getting lost in the crowd. Hikori stuck his tongue out at her at the teasing remark of his height and watched her wade into the crowd.
She was only gone a few seconds when she came bouncing back. She hugged him tightly, squealing, "We have same homeroom!"
"How nice," Hikori gasped as he pulled away from Mitsuki.
She grinned, "Come on lets go."
Hikori followed her down the hall, not particularly paying much attention to anything. He did pay attention when Mitsuki stopped in front of an opened door.
"Here we are," she said. "I wonder if any of my old friends from junior high are in here?" She walked into the room and Hikori followed her. Almost immediately she raced to a group of girls by the window, and Hikori figured that they were her friends from junior high.
Hikori put his book bag down on the desk that Mitsuki had dropped hers, and then went back out of the room to look out the window. One window was open, and he rested his arms on the sill and looked around with vantage of being upstairs. "This is definitely going to take some getting used to," he mumbled.
"Looks like someone needs to go back to grade school where they belong," someone said behind him.
Hikori glanced around quickly, he sight landing on a group of three big teenagers, probably seniors. (Oh great,) he thought, (just what Kurama warned me about.) He stayed quiet, pretending he hadn't heard them, and turned back to the window.
"We know you heard us, shrimp," the same guy said. "Turn around."
Hikori complied, turning around with his face as unreadable as he knew how to make it. As much as he knew, he knew that most high school bullies were dumber than most people, so he figured giving them an unreadable look would stall them for a minute.
His guess was somewhat correct. It proved that these three weren't all that bright, but apparently they were smarter than most.
"Nice try shrimp," the leader said, "That's been pulled on us before. Now why don't you get back into your little classroom and get out of our hallway?"
Hikori risked being smart. "You're blocking the door," he said, the unreadable look turning into a smirk he'd learned from his father.
The leader glared at him, "Don't try getting smart with us, you'll regret it pretty soon."
"Prove it," Hikori said. He knew he was pushing his luck, but he wasn't afraid, he knew too many ways to defend himself to be afraid of three over-sized humans.
The leader grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off his feet. "You want proof, I'll give you proof." He slammed Hikori against the glass of a closed window.
Hikori heard a muffled 'clank' that only he heard which was the thin short sword that he'd been taught how to use as a small boy. The only way something like that could be concealed was by wearing a baggy jacket, or made by Hikori's mother.
In this case, Hikori's mother made it, but of course Hikori couldn't use it now. He just hoped no one would ever find out about it in this school. He was about ready to get out of the bully's grip when some behind the group said, "What are you boys doing?"
The three bullies looked over their shoulders at the teacher. He glared at them and the leader put Hikori down.
"Why don't you three go to class and let this young man do the same thing," the teacher said, and it was not a request.
The three walked off without a word as Mitsuki came out of the classroom. "Are you okay Hikori?" she asked.
"Fine," Hikori answered. In a lower whisper, he said, "You should know I can take care of myself against things like that."
Mitsuki smiled, "Yeah, I know. I like how you called them things too."
Hikori nodded and they went inside their classroom.
***
After the first few class, none of them which Hikori and Mitsuki had together, Hikori met up with Mitsuki outside their homeroom during their lunch break.
"So where do you want to go?" Mitsuki asked.
"Outside," Hikori answered. "You know I hate being stuck inside somewhere for a long period of time."
Mitsuki smiled, "Yes I do. You get that from you dad."
"I get everything except my eyes from my father," Hikori grumbled.
"You didn't get his attitude though," Mitsuki pointed out. "To think how things would be if you had gotten that."
"True," Hikori said. They got outside, and Hikori resist the urge to jump into the nearest tree.
"So how are your classes?" Mitsuki asked as she sat down under the tree Hikori had been eyeing and took out her lunch.
"Boring," Hikori answered as he plopped down next to her. "I already know most of the stuff that these teachers are talking about."
"I wonder how long that will last," Mitsuki said. She picked up a bit of rice with her chopsticks and pointed it at Hikori, "Eat. I know you when lunchtime rolls around. You don't eat, and you'll wish you had in a little while, you still have yet to have gym class."
Hikori ignored the rice and pulled out his schedule. His last class of the day was gym, which was only three classes away. "Whatever."
Mitsuki shoved the rice in his mouth. "If you don't eat now you won't be able to until you get home, and home is a long walk for you. Now eat your lunch."
"I don't have one." That was a lie. His mother had purposely gotten up before him and had made him one. Remembering that, he felt guilty and pulled it out.
"I knew you were lying," Mitsuki said, and then scowled at the contents of his lunch. "No far, yours is better than mine."
Hikori shrugged as he popped a bit of smoked fish into his mouth. "Blame my mother."
Mitsuki stuck her tongue out at him and went back to her lunch.
***
When gym class rolled around, Hikori realized something. How was he supposed to hide his sword when he changed for class? He figured that if he dawdled long enough, he could wait until practically everyone was out of the locker room before changing. As soon as almost everyone was out, he quickly changed, leaving his sword in his locker under his clothes.
Gym class itself was easy. Hikori had played many of the games when he was younger with Mitsuki, her father, and Kuwabara, so he wasn't completely unaware of what to do.
But unlike all of his other classes, which were separated by grade level, gym class was mixed, and there was one person in his class that Hikori wasn't too thrilled to have, the leader of the gang that had confronted him earlier that morning.
Hikori did his best to avoid him, but by the end of class, he knew it would be impossible once he entered the locker room. He used his strategy from earlier, but when he walked in just before the bell to end school ran, the guy was waiting for him.
He had found out his name, Noroko Michizuki. Of course, that was all he knew, and that's all he wanted to know. And right now, Noroko looked ready to give Hikori what he wanted to earlier.
"Looks like I can prove myself now," Noroko said as he approached Hikori.
Hikori avoided most of Noroko's hits, but Noroko did mange to score a black eye and a split lip on him. Hikori hid in the showers until Noroko gave up looking for him and left. By then the bell to end school had rung, so Hikori quickly dressed and ran out to see if Mitsuki was still there or had gone home.
"There you are," Mitsuki said as she saw Hikori coming. "What kept you?" she asked, and then she saw. "Did one of those bully's get you?" she asked as she inspected his darkening eye and split lip.
"Yeah," Hikori muttered as he pulled away and started walking. "Lets just go home."
***
Author's Note: So, what do you think? If you like it, let me know and I'll get the next chapter up.