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Yu-Yu-Hakusho

Seven-year-old Yusuke ran excitedly to the kitchen where his father was talking to his mom. His arms outstretched and his small hands holding a recently painted picture.

"Daddy! Look what I did!" he held his arms higher up, trying to get his father to look at the painting. But, as usual, all he did was look at the woman across from him.

"Do something about your son," was all he said. It was all he ever said when it concerned the small boy. As always, Ansuko took Yusuke by the hand and hurried him to his room, kissed him on the forehead, and told him to stay put. Then she closed the door and went back to her husband.

Tears came to his eyes at the rejection. It had happened to him many times before, though he never knew why. Whenever he asked his mother, she'd just hold him tight and says she loves him. The man never once looked at Yusuke, never spoken a word to the black haired boy, never took him anywhere that most fathers took their sons. To him, Yusuke didn't exist, and no matter how hard he tried, Yusuke couldn't get him to take notice.

There wasn't a single time that Yusuke remembered when he had truly been happy. His whole life had been spent on trying to do the impossible, to please his father. He never knew, however, how to do that. So he did what he thought his father would want. He went to school, had the best grades in class, and behaved like an angel. Whenever he got home, he went to his room, picked up all of his toys, did his homework, and then began to play quietly.

Even though he knew his father wasn't happy, even though he knew his father would never pay the slightest attention to him, and even though he knew his father would prefer to be somewhere else, anywhere else, he never thought that he would leave. He had never thought that it would come to that. But it had.

It had been early morning, the sun just creeping up. Yusuke had woken up suddenly from a loud bang. He jumped out of bed and rushed out of the room in time to see his father storm out of the house, the door slamming shut behind him. Yusuke rushed after him, ignoring his mothers yells for him to stop. He yelled over and over again, telling his father not to leave, even as he watched as the car drove away.

Yusuke fell to the ground, sobbing. He never felt his mother pick him up and carry him to his room, or when she placed him on the bed and covered him. He never knew when he fell asleep, but he welcomed the darkness.

Yu-Yu-Hakusho

-Runs into hiding- I know! It's short...extremely short. But I only wanted the prologue to explain things with his father. I promise that the chapters will be longer. Even though it's an insult even to prologue's with how short it is, I hope you liked it. Next chapter Yusuke will be a teen, about 16 or 17, haven't made up my mind yet. I promise to update as soon as I can...I KNOW! I'll put off my math homework! Hate the stuff anyway. Well, anywho, review.