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Disclaimer: I don�t own Yu Yu Hakusho.

A Little Laughter is based in part on true events and
characters, and therefore I have changed some of the names to protect them. I
humbly ask that you are aware that this deals with suicide, sex, bondage, and
psychological disfunctions of the mind. ^_^ If you do not feel you can handle
�seeing� someone kill themselves, please exit now. Thank you!

UKImouto presents her first posted lemon.

Chapter 1: Night Terrors

I can feel the gun in my hand. It�s beautiful, a work of
art all in itself. At the same time, I know it�s not me who�s holding it. It�s
Michael. Michael with the gun, staring at me, straight in my eyes. His green,
green eyes are so full of pain. He never showed that pain before, never before
now. He was always smiling at me.
But now he�s near tears.
Now�
Now I can see�he�s been dying all this time.
I feel the gun in my hand.
I know it�s not in my hand.
It�s Michael�s hand.
My hand jerks, his hand moves.
His hand brings the gun to his mouth.
I can feel the barrel in my mouth.
I feel the pain in my head, like the biggest headache
ever.
And then�I feel nothing.
It�s a darkness, a lightness, a sleep so complete that I
can�t even open my eyes for a few moments. I clutch my pendant to my
chest�Michael�s pendant.
And suddenly, I open my eyes.
And I scream.
I scream.
I hear Michael�s screams, but I don�t see him any more. I
don�t see him there, he�s down on the floor, the gun at his side. I scream.
I scream.
I can�t help it�I scream more.
I don�t know what I scream. All I hear is this roaring
noise in my ears�the sound of the gunshot ringing, ringing, ringing. It�s still
firing, I still see Michael, flying against the couch, the gun still in his
mouth.
And still�
All I do�
All I did�
Was scream.
I felt the gun in my hand.
I felt the barrel in my mouth.
I felt the pain in my head.
I saw the darkness that is death.
And yet here I sit, screaming, still alive.
Still alive.
I sat up in bed, the scream dying in my throat. My mother is
used to my dreams by now, used to me screaming at six in the morning, every
morning. It didn�t matter what time I went to bed, nor did it matter what I
did. I always woke at six in the morning. The doctors do not know what is wrong
with me.
They don�t know about Michael.
No one knows about Michael.
I kept him secret.
Kept him safe.
And now he�s dead, just like I am, only I�m still walking,
waking, screaming. I sighed and reached behind me to the hook on the wall. My
pendant hung there, full of the life I didn�t have. Today, my mother hoped,
would be the day all that came to an end. The doctors and my mother hoped that
by transferring me to another school, I would be �cured� of my delusions and
hallucinations.
My delusions. My hallucinations.
The demons and ghosts that live everywhere I go, that haunt
me. I love them almost as much as I hate them. Never once have they harmed
me�they seem to think I�m special enough to leave be in that regard.
Michael was just one casualty of their love.
They want me all to themselves.
I�m in no particular way very pretty or smart, nor am I very
powerful when it comes to spiritual power. The reasons they want me�the reasons
the demons haunt me is quite different than those. It�s much more complex.
Although I have minimal spirit power, I can see them. This
intrigues them, because most humans can�t see demons unless they have unusually
high spirit energies. So they, like everything else, are curious beings.
Curious as to why I can see them, feel them without a significant spirit
energy.
Of course, I only found that out because Michael told me
before he died. The demons and ghosts don�t like to talk much. They only do
that when I�m dreaming. And for some reason, I only dream of the deaths they
have caused around me. Michael wasn�t the first or the last, but he was the closest
thing I ever had to a real friend. Someone I could count on when times got bad.
And with me, times gone bad happen every single day.
I made my bed and dressed in the new school uniform. It was
pink, of all things. I didn�t necessarily dislike pink, but I didn�t very well
like it much. I preferred black or blue, red and silver. Sometimes yellow or
bright green, if used appropriately.
Of course, it didn�t very well matter much either way,
because no color really flattered me. I was not the kind of person who could be
flattered by clothing. Fashion is mankind�s worst mistake. But who am I to
argue with the persons who want to wear buckets on their heads and paint their
eyes orange if it�s in fashion?
I made pancakes and eggs as my mother trudged her way out of
the larger bedroom. I didn�t have a dad, or sisters or brothers. Just my mom
and me. She plopped down at the kitchen table as I handed her a stack of cakes,
which she proceeded to drown in syrup. I poured two cups of hot water from the
coffee maker and made hot chocolate.
Neither my mom nor me could get through the day without a
cup of hot chocolate.
�Is your book bag ready, Rei?� she asked in a murmur, egg
dangling from her lips. �I hope for your sake Meio will be better than the last
school��

I smiled and patted mom on the arm. �The demons came back last night, Mom.
Maybe a friend will help me chase them away, though.�
Mom nodded and shoved the last pancake whole into her mouth.
�Don�t forget your book bag��
She promptly collapsed back in bed.
I smiled and followed her into her room, setting her alarm
for eight o�clock�she would head to work then. I walked back to the kitchen and
washed the two plates, the mugs, and the silverware. The warm water felt good
on my hands. I put on some music, loud but not deafening so I wouldn�t wake Mom
up.
I set up cleaning the house as the music played.
All day�staring at the ceiling makin�

Friends with shadows on my wall

All night

Hearing voices tellin� me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be
Good for something
Hold on
Feeling like I�m headed for a
Breakdown
And I don�t know why
But I�m not crazy
I�m just a little unwell
I know right now
You can�t tell
But stay awhile
And maybe then you�ll see
A different side of me
I�m not crazy
I�m just a little impaired
I know right now
You don�t care
But soon enough
You�re gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Me

After listening to Matchbox for almost an hour, I sighed and
glanced around at my handiwork. Nearly half of the apartment was already clean.
The clock rang out the half-past seven hour. The Felix cat on the wall
tick-tocked its tail back and forth, telling me without words: School.
My new school was only a few minutes more away by bus, and I
climbed aboard one not even a few seconds after I�d walked out my front door. I
knew the bus schedule almost as well as I knew some of my more common demon
visitors. I slid into a seat near the front, alone. It was the only empty seat
on the bus, meaning that between here and the school, someone would have to sit
by me. I cringed at the thought.
What if it was some fat old guy with rolls of fat and a
little tea cozy hat? I shuddered at the idea, the pure image itself making me
want to gag. On these little buses, the seat would barely be big enough for the
seat to contain him. I would get squashed!
The bus rolled on, completely oblivious to my thoughts. In
fact, if you thought about it, everyone was oblivious to me. I never told
anyone about myself much farther than my name. It usually led to too many
questions.
When the bus stopped at the next place, the stop just before
my school, a fat old man just like the one I�d imagined climbed on the bus.
Fortunately, though, he got his own seat. I hadn�t counted on the fact that
people would get off at this stop, too. But when the last person got on, I was
ill prepared.
Because who would it be, but Michael.
He was the same in every way, except perhaps a little older
and more mature. The same vibrant red hair, the same intuitive, kind, mature
green eyes, the same lithe body and pretty face. And he sat next to me, that
same gentle smile on his face.
�Hello. Do you go to Meio, too? I�ve never seen you there.�
�I just�transferred,� I said, casting my eyes down. If I
didn�t look at him, maybe my mind would stop reminding me over and over again
that he looked just like Michael and acted just like him.

But this was not Michael.
What demon was it this time making a human boy from
my new school look like Michael? Did they like seeing me trying to hide my pain
from him? That had to be it. They loved to see me suffer.
�Welcome to Meio, then,� he said, a smile touching his lips.
So like Michael� �I am Minamino Shuichi.�

Definitely not Michael.
�I�m Galis Rei.� At his cocked brow, I rushed ahead. �My dad
was from America, so I got his name��
�Ah, I understand,� Shuichi smiled. �It is nice to meet you,
Galis-san.�
�Nice to meet you, too�Minamino-san.�
The bus pulled up about a block from Meio, and I followed
Shuichi off the bus. Despite or because of the fact that he looked like
Michael, I dropped back a little in hopes of avoiding him all together. I found
the office quickly and received my homeroom assignment and elective rooms. Gym
and art. How wonderful.
The school itself was like every other middle school I�d
ever been in. It was white walls and white floors, with white doors that slid
open, marked only by white signs with black letters and numbers. I was in class
3-A.
With the Michael-look-a-like, Shuichi, how like my luck.
Classes seemed to drag, but maybe that was only because I
couldn�t help but stare up the row next to me at the red-haired boy who looked
so like Michael. After morning classes, a group of three girls came up to me,
all glaring. I could tell, this would all end in tears for at least one of us.
�How dare you stare at Shuichi-kun!� stated the first girl,
a rather good-looking one. �If you cannot abide by the rules set by the club,
then do not go near him!�
�I wasn�t doing anything,� I stated, my eyebrow cocked. �And
what club? I don�t recall joining one.�
�The Shuichi Fan Club!� she exclaimed, waving her arms
erratically. �He belongs to us!�
And they say I�m insane.
�Look, whatever rubbish is coming out of your mouth, I don�t
understand, and I don�t think I want to understand anyway. So why don�t you and
your�buddies, just leave me alone.�
�Just stay away from Shuichi-kun, new girl. We�ve given you
fair warning.�
I sighed but bit my tongue as they retreated. In my little
corner at the rear of the room, in a row started just for me, I ate my lunch
alone for only a few minutes before I was again interrupted. This time by none
other than Minamino Shuichi himself.
�Why are you all by yourself, Galis-san?�
�Because apparently getting off the bus behind you is a
mortal sin,� I said with an off-hand shrug. �I usually am alone�once people
find out about why I was transferred. You�ll probably want to go now, if you
don�t want to get tainted by that.�
�Tainted?� Shuichi settled into the seat in front of me.
�What do you mean by that?�
�I mean, they say I�m crazy,� I said with a bright smile.
�Cause, ya know, I see stuff.�
�What kind of �stuff� do you see?�
�Demons and ghosts, mostly,� I said, returning idly to my
lunch. �But I have weird dreams, too. Doctors can�t make heads or tails of it,
mostly because they only know what my mom tells them.�
�Why don�t you tell them?�
�Because what I see and know is my own damn business, and
unfortunately, the demons tend to not like their presence being known.�
Shuichi smiled. �Then why are you alive, may I ask?�
�Cause they like me, or something, I dunno.�
�That is a devious proposition, Galis-san. Why would demons
like a human?�
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eyes, still eating
slowly. �Why are you so interested in it?�
�It�s rude to answer a question with a question, Galis-san.�
�Whoever said I was polite?�
The bell rang and Shuichi returned to his seat without
another word.
What did he know that I didn�t?
I could see it, gleaming in his green eyes.
He knew something.
But what?

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A Little Laughter

All day�staring at the ceiling makin�

Friends with shadows on my wall

All night