|| A Bouquet of Red and White Roses || [Yu Yu Hakusho Fan-fic] {Edits}

15k Special - Extra

(Since this story has finally hit 15k reads, I thought I'd do something a little more special and give some sort of background behind Hanamura Hanae, Shiori's mother. Extra chapters don't usually have anything to do with the original storyline, but I thought I would just write about this to give some background information. I plan on including how she first discovered the Nakanishi clan up to when Shiori was born. Or so I plan to, you'll have to find that out. This story begins way before Shiori's birth. In some ways, Hanae plays a very important part in the story. Thank you so much for supporting this story. I'm very thankful. I hope you can stay with me until the very end of this book. Until then, enjoy! Oh and also, since this background is kind of long, this 15k special is part 1. 20k special will be the continuation of it, otherwise known as pt.2 of Hanae's story.) 

This world has come a long way. In the end, that sacrifice was made. However, was it worth it ?

As the spring rain slowly made its way through the afternoon, I watched as the gray clouds loomed over the house without a care in the world. Today was the day that I was supposed to go to that Omiai, but it seemed impossible now. The rain was pouring and it didn't seem as thought it was going to go away any time soon. In some ways, it was a relief to me. I didn't like the idea of an arranged marriage. Especially when it was for nothing more than status. This Omiai was brought up after I caught the attention of a wealthy man. It was by chance. I had no recollection of ever seeing him before. His attendant approached my aunt and asked about me. The rest went from there. After it was brought to my attention that my aunt and uncle were planning to give me away for money, this gentleman would occasionally send me gifts to woo my heart. It didn't work. My aunt noticed it right away.

Soon, a feeling of distrust and doubt loomed over me as I started to lose hope in people. When my aunt realized that I was going to refuse the Omiai, my world was suddenly shadowed by corruption. Soon, there was nothing more than threats. It was clear that they would not take "no" for an answer. Even my own cousin, whom I had trusted so much, turned away from me. Words that cut deeper than an existing knife. Tears which hid behind a feign smile.

"You ungrateful child! Is this how you repay us after all these years !?"

It always crossed my mind. A question that I had asked myself when I locked myself away. When genuinely loved, was it necessarily to repay with something that required money? Love did not require money. Money never required love. I didn't understand. The relatives who had taken me in three years after the death of my very own parents had disappeared. In their place, a family who vied for nothing more than money. What more could I do in a situation like this? To their dismay, I inherited a mischievous side from my deceased parents. It was the only thing I had left. The choice was all mine. To live a miserable life or to live the life I chose. I took that chance I had and ran away from that life. Of course, there were sacrifices that I was willing to take. In order to avoid capture, I cut the hair that I had tended to for so long. It was no longer waist long but shoulder length. I gave myself a messy fringe. I exchanged my extravagant kimonos for a workers kimono. The only thing that I took with me was my allowance and an old hair piece that my parents had given to me for my 15th birthday. After that, I was on my own.

A few days passed and I found myself in a new place. I never really intended to stay around when I first arrived. However it seemed like fate had something in store for me. While I was looking for a place to stay for the night, I was attacked by a monster. It was a demon, something that I had been warned about before. For the first time in my life, I thought that I was really going to die. But I didn't. That night, I was saved by someone who was wearing a type of crest on his clothes. As he took it down without a second thought, I watch him feeling intrigued yet shaken up. I must have passed out because when I awoke, I was in another place. A slight rush of concern overcame me as I glanced around. I was uneasy. In order to distract myself, I thought about what had happened the night before. That was when I noticed a familiar crest in the room. It was engraved in the window frame as a type of design. I slowly got up from the futon and walked over to the window. They were closed so I slid them open to see that it was raining. It was hard to tell how many days had gone by since the attack. I sighed and turned to the door. The last thing I wanted was trouble. I returned to the futon and took a seat.