[Anime] Ghosts Resurrected

[Poisyn]

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho... But i do own Sakura/Kitty/Kit any other character I put in here, and this plot. STEAL AND I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN!! Have a nice day now...

Terms that you may or may not know:

Yokai: Japanese Demon
Ningen: Human
Makai: The world of the Yokai

Chapter One:
SURPRISE!!!

(A Century later)

BEEP! BEEP!

A raven haired girl with silver streaks throughout lay sprawled face down on her bed. With a groan, the apparent seventeen year old reached over and flicked off the alarm clock.

“SURPRISE!!”

With a cry, the purple eyed girl fell through her second story bedroom floor, through the kitchen underneath and into the basement where she landed in a crouch.

“Kitten?? Kit!?”

“I’m down here!” ‘Kitten’ called back up. She raced up the basement stairs and into the arms of a man looking like he was in his late thirties. She resisted the urge to play with his long, also raven locks as he looked her over for any injuries.

“I’m fine.” ‘Kitten’ said again as she leaned back to look in his own purple eyes, which seemed to soften as he met hers.

“I know Sakura, I just worry sometimes.” He said with a sigh as he ruffled her hair.

“Master Kuronue, is Lady Sakura ok?” one of the maids finally said. The man and girl turned to see the entire kitchen staff looking at them. The servants were use to strange occurrences around their boss and his daughter, and told no one because they owed much to the duo.

“Again, I say I’m fine.” She paused. “You know what I just realized?”

“Other than you developed yet another new trick overnight?”

“No… well, yeah, but that’s not the point.” She pouted at his superior look. “I just realized that I’m a lot like that one girl from X-Men… You know, Shadowcat? Her nickname is Kitty.”

“But your real name is Sakura.” Kuronue began to lead her back to her room.

“We-” She stopped suddenly and smiled up at him, her hand cluching a silver pendant with a red gem in it. She always wore it: it was proof that she was cared for and trusted.

Kuronue wasn’t fooled though.

“Its perfectly ok for you to question your origins… no one would blame you, certainly not me-”

“Someone’s been reading parent help books… and here I thought I had taught you that I’m not defined in books.”

He smiled and opened her bedroom door for her.

“Well, I needed some help after someone got pierced.”

The door closed behind her, but she knew that he was still there. In their family, a closed door was not the end of a conversation.

“But, Batman,” She began with her favorite nickname for her father, “there are loads of respectable people with piercings.” She moved in front of her full sized mirror as she pulled off her pajama shirt and pulled on the shirt for her school uniform. The girl in the mirror was slightly taller than most girls her age, with a stubborn chin and a nose that, if it was only a little smaller, would have been considered buttonish. Full lips suggested that she was vulnerable, and her wide eyes seemed to support that. “For cheesy crust’s sake, there are babies that get piercings.”

“Yes, but those piercings are in their EARS!”

Sakura didn’t bother to hide her grin as she slipped on her school uniform skirt.

“I have piercings in my ears.” With a frown, she noticed something that she couldn’t live without was not included in the outfit. Sighing lightly, she set about making the alterations to the uniform.

“Something wrong?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“Because it doesn’t usually take you five minutes to dress.”

“Don’t worry ab-”

“Too late.”

“Just go downstairs… I’ll be down in a moment.”

Sakura’s sensitive ears heard the slightest shift of movement outside her door, signaling that her dad wasn’t there anymore. She moved quickly, her stitching sloppy because of her lack of time.

‘I should have realized the problem when we first got the outfit… how careless of me…’

Finished, she stood in front of her mirror again, checking that anything potentially strange about her was covered up. The white dragon ‘tattoo’ on her left shoulder was hidden by her sleeve, and the piercing they were just conversing about was invisible. The girl brushed her hair so that there weren’t any snags and reached over for the ancient looking metal band on her night stand. Shaking her locks, they became an earthy brown color to be slung over her shoulder and into the metal band.

After one more check, she turned, put on her cross earrings, and left her room. The teen slid down the banister of the mansion to land on her feet and walked to the dining room where Kuronue was eating his toast while reading the paper.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” the man said as she leaned over to kiss him on the forehead.

“’Morning Bats.” She slid into the seat next to him as one of the maids put down a plate of waffles. “Thank you.”

“So, what took you so long?”

“Oh, um, there were no pockets…” She trailed off as her cheeks turned a rosy color at his rich laugh.

“Sorry Kit, should have checked myself before this morning…” He pulled back up the newspaper.

Adopting her prize-wining Cheshire smile, she put her finger to the newspaper and made a happy face by scorching the paper, but not letting it catching on fire.

“Haha, stop that.”

She pouted.

“It’s my only active power-”

“What about your ‘phasing’ thing?”

Her pout deepened.

“I can’t work it…”

Behind the paper, the raven haired man smirked. He put down the paper and looked at his watch.

“Oh dear… I forgot that your school starts earlier than your old one… I think we’re late-”

“WHAAT?!” The teen slammed her hand on the table, only to have it sink through, causing her face to nearly hit the same spot.

“Haha, very funny,” she commented when he couldn’t control his laughter.

“Sorry Kit, but I’ve been waiting forever for a power of yours that is activated by fear, or at least surprise.”

She turned her back to him as soon as her hand was free, looking much like a kicked kitten.

Again he sighed. He folded the paper and made to finish his coffee, signaling that they didn’t have much time left. Without looking at him, Sakura knew what he was doing, and quickly ate her breakfast.

“You’re giving me a ride today, right?”

He flinched.

“Yeah, of course. But I can’t take you the rest of the week and I can’t pick you up.”

“So, when is my bike going to be out of the shop?”

“Next week at the latest.”

“So, its back to the old skates?”

“I could get one of the help-”

“No, that’s ok… I need to work out.”

“Your school has P.E. and it isn’t optional… I better not be getting any calls that you’ve been ditching.”

“Me? Ditch? Never!” She gave him her best ‘kitty-cat’ eyes, which he snorted at.

“Don’t forget your glasses.” He got up and held a hand out to help her to her feet.

She sighed, hoping he had forgotten them this time so she wouldn’t have to wear them at this school. Sakura pulled out a pair of round rimmed glasses and put them on, her blazing purple eyes turning to a not-so-blazing blue color. She rushed upstairs to brush her teeth and make a final inspection.

Finally, she raced to the car jumping into the passenger seat as she pulled her iPod out of her pocket to plug into the car. Kuronue put the car into reverse as she touched his hair, turning it into a brown color like hers. This caused him to turn to look at her for a moment before turning to the road.

“If your teacher asks you to introduce yourself-”

“I’ll say ‘Hello, I’m Sakura Battoman. My friends and dad call me Kitten or Kit, and speaking of my dad, he’s a couple centuries old bat Yokai that use to be one of the most infamous thieves in Makai. But wait, there’s more: I’m not a Ningen or a Yokai, or one of the divine; I’m possibly the last of a race that hasn’t been seen since people could write.” She paused, thinking, and then turned to him. “Did I leave anything out?”

“Hardy-har-har. The beginning was good right up to the ‘My dad’s a Japanese demon’ part.”

“Should I tell them I’m adopted? They probably wouldn’t figure it out otherwise…”

“Do you want them to know?”

She paused for a moment.

“Naahh. Apparently, some normal dads do pull out a rocking chair and shot gun when their daughter is coming home with a boy-” The car lurched. “Don’t worry; I’m not planning on bringing a boy home- yet.”

Kuronue turned to look at her again.

“No Boys!”

She chuckled as he turned back to the road and stopped the car in front of the school.

“Bye Dad!” Sakura said as she pulled her iPod out of the car and placed it in her pocket. She leaned over the seat to kiss his forehead before getting out of the vehicle. As she picked up her messenger bag, she bumped into someone. She knew at once that it was a member of the opposite gender by the way her dad tensed up. She waved her dad off and spun quickly to apologize to the boy, noticing in the spin how the other girls looked at her and who she bumped into.

“I’m really sorry.” She began, before she made a complete turn. The boy looked Irish on first inspection: Long red hair, which vaguely reminded her of a tail, and bright green eyes. He stood just a centimeter taller than her, a good height for a boy his age. As far as she could tell, he wore no jewelry, or anything else that would show which clic or group he belonged to. If it wasn't for his unusual hair and eye color, he might not have stood out.

‘Hello Mr. Popularity. Careful girl, this interaction will make or break how the girls at school treat you.’

She bowed at the same time he did, almost bumping heads.

“The fault is with me.” came the boy’s alto. “I should have looked where I was going.” He paused, straightening up as he looked her over. Sakura had to bite the inside of her cheek before she let loose a witty comment. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“No, I just transferred here last week, my first day being today.”

“Well, then do you need help getting around?”

She paused for a moment. She already knew where everything was, but she wasn’t sure if declining his offer was going to bite her back later or if accepting it was.

“I already know where to go.”

The boy graced her with a dazzling smile.

“Forgive me; I must have forgotten my manners: My name is Shuichi Minamino.”

She shook the offered hand.

“My name is Sakura Battoman.”

His face didn’t change emotion, just his eyes.

‘Smooth.’

“Yeah, my name is Cherry Blossom Batman. Whatcha going to do?” Sakura said with a shrug and a look to the sky. Shuichi bit his thumb to keep from laughing.

“Well, Cherry Blossom Batman, welcome to our humble high school.”