Turn back time

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Firstly, I do not own Yu yu Hakusho or any pictures relating to it. This is a one-shot story that had been swimming in my mind for a while now and I finally was able to put it into words. It is a tragedy. There will be no happy ending. If you guys really like it and wish for me to make a few chapters of Yusuke getting to know the reader then I will do so. If not then this will stay as a one-shot. I usually give my characters names but in this one I decided to let the reader choose. _______ will be whatever the reader wishes it to be. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it. 

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Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Dammit don't cry!!' As she stares into those dark eyes of the one she came to love, her shame and anger built up inside. Her thoughts of violence and lashing out in hostility were beginning to overwhelm her. 'Stop staring at me.' The hatred in his eyes, she could tell, was rising. 'Please... just leave me be.'

"You have nothing to say? You're just going to stare?" He spit those words at her like viper venom. "How can you forgive yourself?" Again silence. "Say something dammit!" He demanded answers of her. Answers she didn't want to give. 

She bit her tongue. The words were there in her mind but refused to come out. There was a painful lump in her throat where the words had crammed themselves. They built up to a point where she wanted to vomit. Her heart raced with fear. Fear that he truly hated her for what she did. This fear that he managed to remind her of. Something she had forgotten so long ago. 

"So that's it then?" His voice had lowered but was still laced with poison. Her gaze fell down to the cold tiled floor of her bedroom. She could no longer meet his chocolate eyes. "When Koenma called me into his office to tell me about our latest mission and the newest tournament for control over the demon world, about how I was supposed to be on a team with some girl I'd never heard about or seen, I thought it wasn't a big deal. Nothing I couldn't handle. I had heard rumors of you. That you were cruel and lived up to your demonic nature. When I met you, you didn't look like anything I expected. I thought you to be some sort of frightening demon. But you weren't. To me, you looked like some regular person. Someone that if I had to pick out in a crowd, wouldn't have stood out. I thought I could find a friend in you. I thought I could help you. I thought... it doesn't matter now. I see you for what you are. A monster." He could no longer look at her. His anger forced tears to swell in his eyes but he forced them away. Yusuke swiftly headed for the door and slammed it shut on his way out. 

Looking past her dark curtains and through her large bedroom window, she saw as the boy clad in green made his way through the garden and past his teammates. She saw as the tall red-head tried to make conversation with the boy but he brushed him off and walked further away. Kurama turned his gaze towards the girls bedroom window and spotted her staring. She quickly shut the curtains in embarrassment and shame. 

She stood like a statue for what seemed an eternity. Footsteps passing by her bedroom door were heard but she remained silent. Once she was sure no one was around to hear her, the girl fell to her knees and allowed the pent up anger to come forth in a scream. A scream in agony, frustration and pain. Her heart raced with a ferocity she had felt only in the most dire of circumstances. Like the adrenalin she'd feel in battles of life and death. Tears pooled around her eyes and streamed down her face. One after another after another the tears refused to stop. 

Her voice gave out and she fell to her side. She was curled in a fetal position with tears still spilling from her. Her throat felt dry and whenever she hiccuped now and then, it felt like a knife slicing through her delicate flesh. 'How could you understand? Even if I told you the truth would you believe me?' At least her thoughts were safe from the curious ears that were pressed up against her bedroom door.

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