Okay....this is something new for me so bear with me. Titanic, Yu Yu Hakusho style. Me and my bestest buddy, Saiai stayed up all nite copying down this script (Thanks for that, by the way, Saiai-chan!) Note: The words have been changed around to suit the situation, so, bear with me.
I decided only to do a couple scenes....and this is the first one...where Jack and Rose meet for the first time. So, I hope you enjoy, please review and NO flames...I worked to hard on this...
DISCLAIMER: I own neither 'Yu Yu Hakusho' or 'Titanic' Titanic was a big ol' ship...my mommi wouldn't let me keep it...*Sobs* so...enjoi!
::Jack and Rose's First Meeting::
He ran, all the voices and chaos catching up to him. He didn't want to be there, here, and wherever. He let the invisible tears slide down in stern cheeks as the night sheltered him. He ran across the deck, throwing himself in the direction of the back of the monstrous boat known only as the Titanic, the Unsinkable Ship, the pride and glory of Britain. With a mind clouded with visions of bright lights, people babbling mindlessly, and a mother who just wouldn't understand, he sprinted away from it all, bumping into people and horribly placed tables as he finally reached his destination., the bow of the beautiful behemoth. Taking slow steps, he looked around, seeing no one's wandering eyes upon himself as he walked nearer and nearer to the edge, placing gentle hands on the bars that separated himself from a watery grave. Taking caution, he lifted a leg over the bar, and another, until he stood freely, holding on to the bar. The wind toyed with the raven cape that hung off his shoulders and cascaded down his back. The black dress slacks his mother made him wear were wrinkled and the white dress shirt clung to his body, dripping with sweat. He thought he was alone as he looked down to his supposed graveyard, until a voice from behind forced him to take notice.
"Don't do it!" A man with crimson red hair flowing down his shoulders and mesmerizing jade eyes stood , a lit cigarette poking out of his mouth. The man who stood on the edge looked perplexed at his caring, as he looked back into the icy night.
Snapping back in almost a snarl, he laid his crimson eyes on the "Stay back! Don't come any closer!" His eyes flared with anger as he looked into the blackened water. The man with the red hair took a short step forward, concern filling his voice.
"Come on, just give me your hand and I'll pull you back over."
"No! I mean it! I'll let go!"
Seeing he was serious, the scarlet haired man took a short drag on his cigarette, inching forward. He motioned to him to allow passage to throw the smoke overboard. The ebony haired man nodded, a trail of tears leading down his face. Flicking the cigarette into the icy water, he looked up at him with a sly look. "No, you won't." He muttered.
In a snarl, the ebony haired man glared at him with anger. "What do you mean 'No, I won't'. Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do. You don't fucking know me." Such a vicious tone he took as he spoke with words of frustration.
"Well, you woulda done it already..."
The man who stood close to death had fire in his eyes as this other man opposed him. Who was to say he wouldn't do it? His feet inched closer over the edge. "You're distracting me! Go away!" He hissed again, seeing the crimson haired man taking off his jacket.
"I can't. I'm involved now." Unlacing his right shoe, he looked up with a grin. "You let go and I'll have to jump in after you."
"Don't be stupid! You'll be killed!" He almost laughed at this man's stupidity, but he snapped back with a witty remark.
"I'm a good swimmer." Now, he started unlacing the left shoe.
Eyes widened, the black haired man looked on, baffled at the carelessness of the man. Was he really that stupid? "The fall alone would kill you..."
"Oh, it'd hurt. I'm not sayin' it wouldn't. To tell ya the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about the water being so cold..." With a sly grin, he heard not words from the man close to death, but a long pause. He knew he had gotten through to him by the look in his pale blood eyes.
After the pause, he turned his head to look at the scarlet haired annoyance. "How cold?"
He retorted. "Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over, which is why I'm not looking forward to going in after you." He smiled, walking to his side, looking down into the watery depths of Hell with a sheepish grin. "Like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm just kinda hopin' you'll come back over the rail and get me off the hook here."
"You're crazy!" The man shrieked, looking at the idiotic man on the other side of the rail.
With a short laugh, he replied. "That's what everybody says, but with all due respect, sir, I'm not the one hangin' off the back of a ship here..." His boyish accent caressed the black haired one's ears gently. "Come on. Come on, give me your hand..." He extended a caring hand with a grin. "You don't wanna do this."
Truly, he didn't, so with some hesitation, the one with the black haired reached out a shaking hand and wrapped it around the redhead's .
"Phew..." The crimson one sighed. "I'm Kurama."
"I'll have to get you to write that one down."
Hiei snickered at his charming stupidity, as he began to make his way over the rail. He stepped up, only to slip on his own cape. He let out a frustrated grunt, as he fell, hanging on to the edge. Kurama quickly extended his hand, grabbing Hiei's and holding it tightly.
"Come on!" Kurama shirked, pulling him up closer. Hiei had no strength as he dangled there, his hand wrapped tightly around Kurama's. Kurama saw the panic faintly in his eyes as he shouted caring words. "Listen to me! I got you...I won't let go..." And with one more yank, Hiei flew over the bar, landing on top of Kurama. Hiei breathed heavily as Kurama looked up to him with a smile. He had just saved a life.