Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Innocence ❯ Going to School Leads to...Falling into a Portal? ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note: I still don't own anyone from Yu Yu Hakusho. I do own Alexi, however. Well, here's more of the story and it seems that we'll be getting to the demons faster then I had foreseen! Probably by the second or third parts you'll be seeing familiar faces (though more then likely they'll be rather OOC, which is why I love the words Alternate Universe. Don't be surprised if demons that are supposed to be dead are revealed as still alive…all right, I'm done rambling. Here's part one, enjoy!

Part one: Going Back to School Leads to…Falling through a Portal?

Dinner is silent and Alexi is looking forward to returning to his room and disappearing from the rest of society. "Alexi," his mother says suddenly. He looks at her. "Your father and I think it would be a good idea if you started back to school tomorrow." He stares at her incredulously.

"T-Tomorrow? Isn't that a little soon?" he asks.

"We think it would be best if you started right away," his father tells him, "The sooner you go, the sooner you get used to the kids again." Wordlessly, Alexi gets up from the table and walks back into his room. Of all the nerve! How could they think he was ready to face his classmates who would probably know of the circumstances of his kidnapping not to mention he was four years behind them! There was no way he would make it! Once more, hot tears spill down his cheeks and he begins to pummel his pillow. Life absolutely sucked sometimes.

After a while, the tears subside leaving him exhausted and emotionally drained. He pulls the covers over himself and drifts off to sleep. His slumber is plagued by the memories of his captor and the cruel tings done to his body. He sits straight up in bed screaming himself awake. Instantly, his door is thrown open and his dad is standing in the doorway. "Alexi, are you all right?" he asks.

"J-just a bad dream is all," Alexi says quietly. He knows that his dad wouldn't react too well with the details of his "dream". Both his parents are homophobic and are in denial about him having been sexually molested by a man even with the doctor's report. It hurt to know that he could never speak of the horrors of the past four years with them.

Morning finds him exhausted but unwilling to sleep. He wordlessly goes about getting himself ready for school wondering if he would even understand half of what they were talking about. He knows that he is in no way ready for this. His mom sends him on his way acting as if he hadn't been gone for any length of time and Alexi wants to scream.

He heads to the bus stop with his head down so that his bangs hide his eyes. he doesn't want to face the insults he know are coming. He is wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and blue jeans and has his long red hair up in a ponytail. When he arrives he sees a group of about seven already there. "You're that kidnapped kid aren't you?" one of the teens asks, "The one who was raped." Alexi doesn't answer.

"Did ya like it?" one of the others jeers at him, "Bet ya did, faggot!" Alexi still doesn't answer and the slurs get worse.

"I bet he asked him to shove his cock up him."

"Yeah, I bet he enjoys that kind of thing."

Through it all, Alexi doesn't look up. The words cut deeply and he struggles to remain calm. He hadn't asked to be kidnapped and he had definitely not asked the man to rape him. Thankfully, the bus comes and the slurs stop. He gets on and takes a seat in the very back of the bus. He curls up in the seat and struggles to keep the tears from falling. Up a few seats he can hear the conversation between two guys. "Did you see that redhead? He's the one who's been kidnapped for four years. They're saying that he was raped by his male kidnapper."

"I hear that he wanted it."

"So did I."

Alexi has finally had it. He can no longer stand listening to these rumors. "Then you heard wrong," he says sitting up. Both teens look at him. He hardens his voice. "I most certainly did NOT ask to be raped."

"Yeah, well fairies like you wouldn't admit to liking it," one of them jeers back. Alexi feels his face flush angrily.

"I am NOT a fairy," he grits out.

"Yeah right," another student retorts. Alexi realizes the futility of the argument and sinks back down into his seat. He felt so dirty now. `I am not a fairy,' he thinks angrily to himself, yet there was a part of him that wasn't too sure of that fact. He closes his eyes as he feels the tears welling up in their gray depths. They spill down his cheeks. "Aww, the poor faggot is crying."

Alexi arrives at the school with a red face wishing he were dead. He doesn't want to see how much worse the comments could get. He only wishes someone would stand up for him and tell them to knock it off. It seemed no one was on his side. Wiping his cheeks, he heads to the office to get his schedule. He knows that this day is only going to get worse. He's right, too.

By the time lunch rolls around, Alexi is wondering if suicide may not be a good idea. "Bastards, they have no right," he mutters, "I didn't ask for this. I didn't want him to kidnap me and I didn't want to spend the next four years being raped and torture for his sick pleasure."

`You enjoyed it,' a voice in the back of his mind says. Alexi shudders at the memory that thought invokes. He doesn't want to remember what it felt like when his captor was kind to him. `Maybe you are gay.' He pushes that thought away not wanting to dwell on it. It was hard enough living here with a bunch of low class idiots who were probably all homophobic without having to worry about being gay himself. He doesn't eat the lunch his mom packs and at the end of lunch throws it away. He doesn't go to his next class, though. He does the one thing, four years ago he would never dare do; he ditches school and heads into town. He needed some fresh air, though he knows that he's hard to miss so he pulls his hood up so no one can see his face. He had brought the jacket just in case he decided to leave. He isn't stupid. He heads to the place he had always loved as a child; the park.

It hadn't changed in the four years he had been gone and he immediately heads for the bench he had always gone to when he had been here. He gets halfway there when the unexplainable happens. He steps forward and the ground disappears out from under him…