Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Orenji no Taiyou ❯ Proud Owner ( Chapter 1 )

I remember going through two big white doors, and then everything went dark. Looking back on it all, I would have done it the same. However, if I have no regrets, why do I feel so badly about my decisions in life? I say I have no regrets, I think I would have done everything the same if given the chance to make my mistakes again, and yet…and yet I am not so sure myself. My being is full of self-doubt and questions.

 

Those two doors…were they the doors that lead to the place of my death? I remember the smell of blood. Was it my blood? It is possible. Maybe that is what that crimson stain on my favorite shirt was.

 

I remember a voice. Clear. Was I in a hospital? His pulse is going! We're loosing him. Why did they put me into the hospital? The cuts are too deep… What cuts? I don't remember any cuts. The knife is in too deep. I was wondering where my army knife went. Stop…We've lost him. And then everything went dark.

 

Chapter One

 

The school bell sounded as a flock of fifteen-year-olds left their classes. Everyone went about doing their own thing: mopping the floors, cleaning the chalk boards, doing their fair share in the school cleanup. After that was done, everyone went to their respected clubs. It was very uncommon for a student of Meiou High to not participate in an after school club. Any student who wanted in good with the teachers stayed late. Then, why was it that the smartest kid in school always left early? What was he hiding?

 

Minamino Shuuichi was your above average high school student. He always made all A's, he always got the top score on the test, he always cut the curve, he was popular, and he was hot. So why then, would he rush home as if afraid of the closeness he could experience if he actually made friends among his classmates?

 

As Shuuichi snuck away from his teacher's watchful eye, other students questioned his intentions. He had the perfect life, the perfect girlfriend, and the perfect hair. Hell, his hair was better then his girlfriend's.

 

Girlfriend. That was a new concept for most people. Ever since any of his fellow classmates could remember, every girl in Shuuichi's grade would throw themselves at him and he would turn each and every girl down. It came as a shock when Hotaru Dai announced that she was dating the heartthrob and Shuuichi did not deny it. He didn't confirm it, but he didn't deny it. For the longest time, no one believed Dai. Then one day a student saw her kiss him and he did not push her away.

 

So why then, if he had so much to stick around for, did Shuuichi insist on cutting himself off from his peers?

 

“Mother,” the red headed teen said as he opened the door, “I'm home.”

”Shuuichi, dear,” a light-hearted voice called out in reply, “make dinner, your father will be home soon.”

 

“He's not my father,” Shuuichi would mutter under his breath as he began to put together an easy to make stir fry meal.

 

This is how it was every day: come home, get ordered to do something for his `father', and do it mindlessly like a trained puppy.

 

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Homework was easy. All he had to do were a few math problems and some English work. Shuuichi had finished the rest of his work the day before. Thank Kami for Gold Week. Just what everyone needed was a break.

 

Journal,

Step-father is at it again. He has started bugging little Shuuichi to get a girlfriend as well as to get into my school, not to mention his constant pestering for me to get into Tokyo University for business. Little Shuuichi has taken to staying out as late as possible to avoid his accusing gaze, so one would think that I am getting the bulk of the work, but I'm not. I'm barely noticed.

Since he is a doctor, he works late and when he is home, he is all Mother takes notice of. He and younger Shuuichi occupy all of Mother's time. This does make it easier for me to sneak out and see my drag friends but, I must say it saddens me. I miss the times when I was the one Mother waited on to return home. Though it doesn't matter much, I suppose.

In related news, Step-Father has in fact become a politician. He is trying to`re-westernize' Japan in a political sense. He has heard about America's President trying to ban things such as Gay marriages and fighting wars on Terror. Step-Father has adopted those conservative ideas for himself and has begun to force these ideals onto the higher-ups in the Japanese parliament.

It isn't just in politics he is doing this though. He found out my friend Fujita from school is gay. He has been banned from my home. Step-Father has become a homophobic bastard and he has begun to have Mother think the same way. To avoid suspicion, as well as to please Mother, I asked out some girl in my class. I forget her name though.

I know how that sounds, but no, I am not stringing her along. I explained the situation to her and she was happy to help. It isn't that bad really. I take her out to eat every once in a while, and we will go to a movie. It makes people think it is real. She has become my…I think the American word for it is fag-hag. It has worked so far.

-Shuuichi

 

Shuuichi finished his journal entry and stashed the book under his bed covers as a knock came from the door. Without permission, a shorter boy with greasy black hair and chocolate brown eyes entered the room.

 

“Oi! `Rama!” The younger boy of fourteen called Shuuichi by a shortened version of his true demon name.

 

“Good Evening Yuusuke, what brings you here?” Shuuichi pretended to brush his hair as he made sure the book was well hidden before standing.

 

The younger boy was busy checking himself in a nearby mirror. He had noticed Shuuichi's odd behavior in the mirror, but pretended not to notice. “It's time to go. The shrimp,” as Yusuke playfully called Hiei, their other friend, “is waiting impatiently at Genkai's for us. I blackmailed him into hanging around during Gold Week.”

 

Shuuichi frowned, giving Yuusuke a confused look. “Why are we going to Genkai's?”

”My mom is out drinking, Kuwabara is mooning over Yukina, and we thought that you would want to get away from this place for a while.”

 

Shuuichi thought for a moment. What if I already have plans? Ever thought of that? “Yuusuke, I need to go pick up some things from school before we leave. I forgot that we are to clean out lockers today. Everything left behind is being thrown away and there are things I need,” Shuuichi smiled. “It will only take a moment.”

Yuusuke frowned, a winkle forming at the top of his nose. “Since when do you forget things? That's not like you.”

 

“I've…had a lot on my mind recently.” The truth was easy to spill, as long as it was not detailed. “You can wait here if you would like,” Shuuichi offered.

 

Yuusuke looked around the off-white room. It was not what he was used to. It was too clean and empty.

 

The room contained a window on the right hand wall. Under the window in the corner was a western style bed with plain white sheets and a white pillow. Next to the bed was a desk that contained a few books and a flip day calendar. Kitty-corner from the bed, there was a rosewood dresser. Atop the dresser was a vanity mirror. There was another full length mirror behind the door. This was the mirror the raven-haired teen had used upon his arrival.

 

Yeah, compared to Yuusuke's apartment, this was just way too clean. “I'll come with you.” Yuusuke frowned as he noticed Shuuichi tense up at his statement.

 

“All right, I suppose…”

Shuuichi lead the younger boy out of the room, his mind dense with “what-if” thoughts. Yuusuke followed with suspicion. What was he hiding?

 

“Where are you going?” Just as luck would have it, Shuuichi's step-dad came in right as the two boys were leaving.

”School, I forgot some books,” Shuuichi moved from the doorway to let his step-dad in, “We'll be back in ten minutes tops.” The older man nodded and allowed the two teens to leave.

 

Shuuichi hurriedly walked down the street, Yuusuke in tow. It was obviously a high-end neighborhood. All of the houses were big, by Japan's crowded standards, and had small lawns with even a tree or two here and there. The roads were freshly painted and all of the stop signs were new with fresh printed kanji.

 

Before he knew it, Yuusuke found himself staring at a large school with a front lawn and a mid-courtyard entrance. “This way,” Shuuichi mumbled. Yuusuke followed the taller boy through the court yard, up some stairs, and into the main building.

 

The halls were covered with lockers, all of which were painted a suggestive olive green. Shuuichi lead Yuusuke up another flight of stairs and through a white hallway until they reached another wall of olive green lockers.

 

Yuusuke watched as Shuuichi went to one and hurriedly opened it. 24-18-02. From this three number combination came nothing but a plastic grocery bag.

 

“I thought you told your step-dad you left books.” Yuusuke stared at the bag. He couldn't make out much through the white translucent plastic, but he could definitely tell it was clothing. There was something familiar about it too.

 

“Well…I didn't exactly want him to know about this,” Shuuichi chose his words carefully.

 

Yuusuke looked on thoughtfully for a moment before a relatively new bruise on his arm reminded him.

 

Two days ago, Yuusuke had been left alone in Keiko's room when she had to go help out in her parents' kitchen. Yuusuke, being the bored ADD-like perverted (you know, average) teenage boy he was, decided to go through her drawers.

”Those are panties in that bag!” Yuusuke accused. There was no mistaking the frilly edges and dainty figure of white fabric he was seeing against another, bigger piece of plaid fabric. “Whose are they? Where'd you get them? Can I see?” The questions began to pour out of Yuusuke's mouth.

 

Shuuichi winced. “Err…they're…they're Dai's!” He said, finally remembering the name he had failed to include in his earlier journal entry.

 

“But you said that you had never been to her house.”

”I did? When?”

Shuuichi watched as his excuse plan began to unravel before him. Not good.

 

Yuusuke starred at the older boy. Something was going on, and he didn't like not knowing. He is my friend, Yuusuke thought, so that means he'd tell me if something was up, right? Maybe he's been to Dai's house since the last time we talked.

 

Shuuichi starred at Yuusuke, waiting to be called on his bluff.

 

“I'll make you a deal,” Yuusuke smirked. “If you let me have those panties, I won't question any further.”

Shuuichi tensed tighter. Yuusuke, the demi-god dream punk, wanted his panties. Granted, he didn't know they were his, he just knew they were panties. Logic said that panties equal girl. Eh, what Yuusuke didn't know couldn't hurt him. Shuuichi tossed him the lacy pink and white panties.

 

Yuusuke smirked in satisfaction, clearly proud of his newfound treasure. Who said you couldn't acquire panties without getting hit extremely hard in the arm by your girlfriend?! Take that Keiko!

 

“You'd better put those away before we get home,” Shuuichi warned. Yuusuke nodded and did as told before the two boys started walking back to the Minamino household.