A Very Unbalanced Love Story Chpater 1 XD

When I first started watching Yu Yu Hakusho, I watched because I had nothing better to do. I had recently moved into the area. I had no friends at that point. (I have friends now; at least I call them friends. I don’t know what they tell themselves or each about me.) Back then, I watched whatever was on T.V. (When you don’t want to do homework [ever…] and you have no friends, there’s really nothing else to do… except read, but who wants to do that? I mean, come on, when you watch T.V. for lack for friends, your not going to be doing anything “exciting” very soon. In fact, your probably not going to do anything any time soon.) Yu Yu Hakusho didn’t really mean anything to me. It was just another show. Along with Gundam Wing, Yu-Gi-Oh!, and Dragon Ball Z, “Yu Yu” was “whatever was on”. I eventually found friends, and time passed. The people I “hung” with weren’t the most popular, or the “prettiest” in the bunch, but they were loyal and kind. (and most of them had a brain…) One reason we stayed together was this thing called ANIME. It turned out that all the shows I just happened to watch fell into this general category of cartoons. However, my friends all had these… “crushes” on ANIME men. At first, I couldn’t see how anyone could like a cartoon. These people weren’t alive, nor were they anywhere realistic (huge hair, big eyes, some had “powers”, some were normal Japanese studies, some from the past, others from the future, many can not be described with words, others were just to plain to take time to describe…) It baffled me. I just couldn’t comprehend the fact of having emotional entanglements with “things” that could not respond back. Not to mention, these (I use loosely) people, had no idea that my girl friends even existed. I couldn’t… wouldn’t fathom the idea. Until…
My friends weren’t close to me, yet, so I still had nothing to do (I still refused to do my homework, I still refuse to do some of my homework.) which usually meant I watched T.V. till I either got sick of it or nothing was on. After grueling, ear shattering jingles and blinding, flashing commercials, I was finally able to watch Cartoon Network’s Toonami. Saturday never seemed so satisfying. The main plot of the current show had to do something with a team of humans fighting demons in some tournament. (At that point I neither cared nor wanted to know the main plot of the story being told by pictures) Round after round, I watched in aw as the characters fought each other with blasts of energy, swords, and other strange weapons, some to disgusting or strange to compare to real items, each round leading to the same conclusion: the human’s victory over the hell-spawn creatures. I was about to change the channel, for at this point in my life fighting was something I wished to do (and wished to do it well, like a geek trying to be Jackie Chan), and watching other people fight well was as if they were mocking me. As my finger made contact with the channel button and my head came up to watch the electronic screen… I saw something. Rather someone. Red Hair flowed. Green eyes sparkling. And the way he was walking… I couldn’t stop starring. He was stepping into an area, ready to fight a hideous demon-like creature. My mind went blank, and the only thing that would recollect in it was him.
Soon the combatants starting fight. Ever once in a while I would catch myself cheering for this “red haired god”. Why was I doing this? It was like I was cheering someone on to victory, someone I cared about deeply. Not to mention every time I started to stand up and jump for joy, my parents and sisters would give me looks of “we don’t know you…”. As blissful and joyous those moments were, they were quick. The fight and episode ended. For a couple of seconds I stood there, with my hands held high, my mouth just finishing the sentence, “Yes! He WON!!”. Then, after a few seconds of realizing that the fight was over, my body did one of those “collapse from excitement” things. My stomach hurt, my cheeks were pink, and I felt as though a hot guy in school had just talked to me. (not that there are any hot guys in my school) I had to find out more. Who he was, what his history was, and anything else I could find out about him. Slowly the insanity began.

After that day, he was my … my… my something. I didn’t really know what to call it, or the thing it would become. Only his name. Kurama.