I'm Supposed to Love You?
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Category:
Yuyu Hakusho › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,657
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuYu Hakusho, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I'm Supposed to Love You?
I have never and will never claim ownership to Nintendo!
Chap 1: My Big Day
5:45 AM, alarm clock blaring in a futile attempt to wake the dead, tired. So early that the sun doesn’t even threaten to peak over the tree’s awakening the wildlife. Planes haven’t started flying overhead, nor have the birds even thought of singing yet. But the sleeping beauty, head buried in her textbook, drool covering the page she’s facing needs to wake once again to continue her last minute study ritual.
The small coffee maker on the edge of a large mahogany desk, threatening to jump at any sudden movement, clicks on starting to brew a fresh cup of it’s dark highly-caffeinated substance that seems to give life to most young scholars. The noisy contraption doesn’t help the alarm clock’s attempt at waking anything, but the smell and promise of another day eventually is enough to bring life to the lifeless. With the promise of a cup of steaming coffee and an extra hour of studying, she slowly makes her way to the shower to ready herself.
After her shower the young lady sits newly beautified self to start her final cramming session and hopefully not make a fool of her self like she did last year. Silently reciting everything from Pythagorean Theorem to Newton’s Laws of Gravity and Motion, wondering why she keeps having trouble remembering the simplest of things. ‘Common Nozomi, you know this!’
An hour passes and finally the old familiar voice of her mother sounds, “Nozomi, you had better come downstairs and eat your breakfast, you don’t want to pass out from hunger today!”
“Coming mother!”
Slamming her books shut, Nozomi quickly pulls grabs her glasses and rushes down the stairs to meet her mother in the kitchen. “Now don’t you look like a doll! You are absolutely adorable!”
Nozomi always dressed the same way, black shorts or skirts, black flip-flops, and a black shirt with either colored stitching or some sort of writing on the front. She never liked to stand out, and never was able to fit into the whole “gothic” style, and when she attempted to fit in she was always considered a poser because she was never into the concept of drugs or cutting oneself. So she was always herself, and she thought that black complemented her shape and hair so nicely that she just had to wear it everyday. Her mother never liked the idea of her wearing the same clothes every day, so in attempt to get her to wear colors her mother had done everything from purchase brightly colored clothing to complement her every day. None of which worked because Nozomi was too smart.
Quickly downing a couple of waffles, a small glass of OJ, and an overly large glass of milk she was out the door and sprinting down the street to her school. Her parents never had the money to afford to send their daughter to a private school, pay for all her books, and pay for bussing, but when the opportunity arose for them to move close enough to a private school that she could walk there, they took it. After a little coaxing, they had talked the principal of the school to give her a full scholarship due to her high level of intelligence and athletic ability.
Today, Nozomi was going to make her parents proud. Today was going to be the day that she’s finally going to get the recognition she deserved from day one. Today she was going to be awarded the honor of being the smartest student in the school, she was finally going to beat out that overly popular, overly confident, and overly feminine Shuichi! She had never understood why all the girls were in love with him, he was a fool and he played the part very well.
But if it wasn’t for him, she’d be the smartest student in the school.
He was always better than her, at Biology, at Literature, at History, at EVERYTHING. He had always ran his mile 1 minute faster than her. He had always found the DNA of the plant cell before her. He had always written the better poem. He had always known the event in history first. He even hit the damn buzzer at last year’s Tournament of the Minds that split second before she did!
But this year was going to be different.
This year, he had been sick a lot more than last year and missed a good deal of school work. This year, she’d been practicing her reflexes on her new Nintendo Wii at least once a day. This year, she was going to win! And nothing was going to stop her!
Chap 1: My Big Day
5:45 AM, alarm clock blaring in a futile attempt to wake the dead, tired. So early that the sun doesn’t even threaten to peak over the tree’s awakening the wildlife. Planes haven’t started flying overhead, nor have the birds even thought of singing yet. But the sleeping beauty, head buried in her textbook, drool covering the page she’s facing needs to wake once again to continue her last minute study ritual.
The small coffee maker on the edge of a large mahogany desk, threatening to jump at any sudden movement, clicks on starting to brew a fresh cup of it’s dark highly-caffeinated substance that seems to give life to most young scholars. The noisy contraption doesn’t help the alarm clock’s attempt at waking anything, but the smell and promise of another day eventually is enough to bring life to the lifeless. With the promise of a cup of steaming coffee and an extra hour of studying, she slowly makes her way to the shower to ready herself.
After her shower the young lady sits newly beautified self to start her final cramming session and hopefully not make a fool of her self like she did last year. Silently reciting everything from Pythagorean Theorem to Newton’s Laws of Gravity and Motion, wondering why she keeps having trouble remembering the simplest of things. ‘Common Nozomi, you know this!’
An hour passes and finally the old familiar voice of her mother sounds, “Nozomi, you had better come downstairs and eat your breakfast, you don’t want to pass out from hunger today!”
“Coming mother!”
Slamming her books shut, Nozomi quickly pulls grabs her glasses and rushes down the stairs to meet her mother in the kitchen. “Now don’t you look like a doll! You are absolutely adorable!”
Nozomi always dressed the same way, black shorts or skirts, black flip-flops, and a black shirt with either colored stitching or some sort of writing on the front. She never liked to stand out, and never was able to fit into the whole “gothic” style, and when she attempted to fit in she was always considered a poser because she was never into the concept of drugs or cutting oneself. So she was always herself, and she thought that black complemented her shape and hair so nicely that she just had to wear it everyday. Her mother never liked the idea of her wearing the same clothes every day, so in attempt to get her to wear colors her mother had done everything from purchase brightly colored clothing to complement her every day. None of which worked because Nozomi was too smart.
Quickly downing a couple of waffles, a small glass of OJ, and an overly large glass of milk she was out the door and sprinting down the street to her school. Her parents never had the money to afford to send their daughter to a private school, pay for all her books, and pay for bussing, but when the opportunity arose for them to move close enough to a private school that she could walk there, they took it. After a little coaxing, they had talked the principal of the school to give her a full scholarship due to her high level of intelligence and athletic ability.
Today, Nozomi was going to make her parents proud. Today was going to be the day that she’s finally going to get the recognition she deserved from day one. Today she was going to be awarded the honor of being the smartest student in the school, she was finally going to beat out that overly popular, overly confident, and overly feminine Shuichi! She had never understood why all the girls were in love with him, he was a fool and he played the part very well.
But if it wasn’t for him, she’d be the smartest student in the school.
He was always better than her, at Biology, at Literature, at History, at EVERYTHING. He had always ran his mile 1 minute faster than her. He had always found the DNA of the plant cell before her. He had always written the better poem. He had always known the event in history first. He even hit the damn buzzer at last year’s Tournament of the Minds that split second before she did!
But this year was going to be different.
This year, he had been sick a lot more than last year and missed a good deal of school work. This year, she’d been practicing her reflexes on her new Nintendo Wii at least once a day. This year, she was going to win! And nothing was going to stop her!