Yuyu Hakusho Novels & Stories

I skip further into the little book, slightly curious about the dates I've noticed this far until I reached a page that caught my eye. December 21, 1997. The ground is covered with snow, the tulips and rose buds I've come to love and treasure are no more, yet I don't feel lonely or cold. Someone lies ever so comfortable in her basket figetting about- right now only just smiled at me. Her skin is a creamy pale colour with burnt brown hair that dares to become red at the touch of light, her eyes sparkle with such a vibrant pink it's hard to never smile whenever I think of the child before me. I've named her Yuuki, because she was born at the time of snow. December 17, 1997.

Then, seeing the tortured look on Yssy’s face, adds: “Which it won’t.” Kate opens their door as slowly and quietly as she can and then sticks out her head. She looks left and right to make sure the hallways are empty. Kate dips the hood of her hoodie low and gets into her go-to ninja fantasy: Ichi, the kunoichi-class character on Dungeon Raydens. Then, she looks back at Yssy who, like an unconvinced "genin", gives an uncertain thumbs-up. Kate gets on her way with a noiseless on-balls-of-feet ninja run – or at least that’s how she imagines she sounds.

A drowsy smile tugs at my lips as I respond with a string of sleepy, nonsensical syllables before finally succumbing to the welcoming arms of slumber. The sound of giggles erupts, echoing in my subconscious. Two miniature versions of myself appear, angelic in their matching white dresses, their tiny hands clasped together in girlish delight. As they chase each other in circles. At their feet, a little white Samoyed named Yuki dances, her fur fluffing with each joyful leap.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.