Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own YYH or any of its characters, or else this wouldn't be a fanfic, now would it?

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"Mother!" the young boy called down the stairs. "I can't find my dark blue uniform!"

"It's in the wash, Shuichi dear! Pick something else to wear!" she yelled back at the boy, who was making loud thumping noises up and down the stairs.

"Aw, Mom!" he moaned. "I wanted to wear it for my first day at my new school! I told you last night, remember?"

"Well, then you should have taken it out of the laundry basket," she yelled back.

"Okay, okay," he sighed. "I'll just wear my red one then."

She smiled to herself as she stirred the rice twice before lifting the steaming pot to put some in a bowl. 'How odd Shuichi is,' she thought to herself. 'Sometimes he acts just like a normal seven year old boy.' Then her smile dropped into a frown. 'But sometimes he acts odd. Like old and maybe a little mean. Cruel, even.'

"Is the rice done?" he asked, turning up behind her.

She smiled again, even though he couldn't see it with her back facing him. " Yes, Love," she told him. "Just take that bowl."

"Thank you, mother," he said as he picked up the bowl of hot rice, standing up on his tiptoes to kiss his mother's cheek.

He sat down at the small table in their little kitchen, shoving mouthfuls of rice into his mouth. "Slow down and eat a full meal," his mother told him strictly, turning around and wiping her hands on a towel.

"I want to get to school early," he told her, ignoring her advice.

She smiled down at him. 'He really is a good boy, she thought to herself. Even if he is a little odd.'

Already at the age of seven, Shuichi looked nothing like any of his relatives. With his fiery red hair and bright green eyes, he stood out in all crowds, making him look like a foreigner, rather then the native Japan boy he was. He seemed to have an odd personality, with a quick changing temper and a quiet demure. The lady sighed to herself, thinking how hard it was for her young boy to fit in, not to mention the resent death of his father.

 "Okay, Mom," he told her through a mouthful of food. "Thank you for breakfast!" He jumped up from the table and ran up the stairs to grab his school bag.

"Did you grab your lunch?" she asked him as he hopped back down the stairs again two by two.

"Yes, yes," he told her quickly, slipping on his shoes.

"And you know your way?"

"Yes, don't worry so much. You've only told me three hundred times," he said sarcastically.

"Well," she smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "You have a nice day at your new school."

The cheerful boy smiled up at her. "I will," he told her confidently.

He hopped down the two steps and closed the sliding door behind him. He dashed down their new house garden and onto the sidewalk. Glancing back at the door, he sighed once in relief to himself. Then, he started in a brisk walk down the street to his new school.

'Sometimes it's so hard having a mother,' he thought to himself. 'Particularly a human one. They always seemed to fuss over you when you were perfectly fine. I'm a six hundred year old demon,' he thought to himself. 'I don't need someone to remind me to brush my teeth every morning.'

'But all the same,' he thought, making himself smile a bit. 'I really do love her. It's a nice feeling, having someone love you, no strings attached. I am was used to being used, not loved unconditionally.'

'And I love her truly,' he realized to his surprise. 'I would give my life for her if I had to. I like the feeling that I have someone to protect, that I'm not alone anymore.'

'It's interesting,' he thought to himself. 'I became human out of purely selfish reasons, and here I am realizing I love something so unconditionally, I would do anything for it and a human woman, no less. I didn't know I had it in me.' He chuckled slightly to himself, turning the corner to his new school.

The school was big, but a normal one. Because it's students ranged from six to thirteen, it was large. It was a combination of blue, black, and white coloring and the students outside had several different color uniforms on, although all with the same basic style. 'Humans are so odd,' he thought to himself with another small laugh. 'They are already oppressing their children to be exactly like all the other human students their age.'

"Hey, Pee-wee," a voice said from behind Kurama. "What's so funny? Do you care to share the joke with us?"

The boy turned around to find a small group five or six boys behind him. They ranged from about ages ten to thirteen, all with green uniforms and greased back hair. 'These boys look like they're looking for trouble,' Kurama thought to himself. 'I'd better watch myself.'

"That's alright, Senpai," he told the boy with dark brown hair who spoke to him. "I'm not sure you would understand it."

Something seemed to click in the boy's eyes. "Not understand it?" he repeated, as if asking if Kurama had actually said that. "Do you think I'm too dumb to understand it?"

'Uh oh,' Kurama said to himself. "N-n-no," he told the older boy who took a step closer. "That's not it at all."

"Oh, it isn't, is it?" he asked sharply. Then, he suddenly grabbed the front of Kurama's shirt. "Look, boy, we don't like foreigners here."

"Well, that's okay," Kurama stuttered, waving his hands. 'Because, you see I'm not-,"

"Do you think we should teach the foreigner a lesson, Borno?" he asked the thin, black haired boy behind him.

The black haired boy chuckled cruelly. "Yes, Boss," he told the lead boy. "Let's."

Suddenly, something seemed to click inside Kurama. He was under attack. His body seemed to be almost programmed to react certain ways. He totally forgot who he was and why he was there. All he knew, was fight or die. Those were the rules he lived by. His mind became blank and he lost control. He became a killing machine.

When at last the odd boy came to and remembered again, he was standing on the sidewalk by his school. Everywhere he looked, there was so much blood. It lay on the cement, on his red uniform, and in his blood red hair. The bodies of the boys lay on the ground, each surrounded in a pool of blood. He felt his knees become weak beneath him. The other students were terrified, but not half as much as him. Because Kurama knew what really happened. He lost control. And when the boy lost control, HE came out. And whenever he came out, everything around him seemed to die.

He felt his hands start to shake and his eyes become blurry. As the boy slowly fell to the ground, the last thing he heard was the horrifying shout of a girl. "Call the teacher! That boy's a monster!"

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Hello, fans of YYH!

This is Dream Fox here with the first chapter to my new story "Fox Child," a story about the childhood of Kurama.

To be perfectly honest, I have a horrible memory and I'm really too lazy to look up everything, so not everything will fit the anime perfectly. Some things will not totally fit together perfectly, but just go with the flow people. It'd like it if people tell me when I do something wrong from the anime though. Like his mother's name? What the heck is it?

Because I watch the anime more then I read the manga (because not many are in English yet), it will be more anime based. I apologize if that isn't what you want, but there is really nothing I can do.

Last, this is actually my second fanfic. My first one is an Inu-yasha one. Can't you tell I love those Dog/wolf/fox (or to sum it up, canis) demons?  So if you guys like Inu-yasha, please read that story too! I already have eight chapters up, with my ninth up in just a few days. Yeah!

I think that just about sums it up! Please read, and defiantly review, so I know what you guys think!

Dream Fox