A/N: I got bored at work and this idea came into my head. That and the fact that I think I become psychic for a split second very often. XP

Plus, I was mad my computer deleted my ch 3 of The Extended Family.


The strangest customers have started coming into the store I work at recently. I work at a dry cleaners, fun right? When I say strange, though, I mean they look normal and for the most part they act normal, but whenever one of these three customers comes into the store, the air seems to change and I start to get goose bumps. I can't explain why, I just know there's something off about these people.

Around noon today one of them came in. His name in the computer system is Yusuke Urameshi. He's kind of short for a guy and he slicks his hair back and it makes him look like a gangster. I think that's what he's going for though. He always has a really bad attitude.

The door chimed as he walked in with a huge bag of dirty clothes and he waved at me. I came over to the counter, "Good afternoon, Mr. Urameshi," I greeted him like I did with all my other customers.

"Hey, my fiancé wants to know if we can get all this back tomorrow, she's kind of demanding," he huffed as he set the bag down on the counter, he looked really annoyed.

"Sure, that's no problem," and I print out a receipt that's supposed to remind him when the clothes will be ready.

He crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash can, "Can I ask you for advice?" he asked out of the blue. Huh? What? He wants to ask me for advice? Why me?

"Umm," I hesitate to reply, "About what?"

Yusuke sighed and leaned on the counter top, "My girlfriend has been up my ass lately, what do I do?" He seriously just said that didn't he?

"Err," I turn so he doesn't see my eye twitching, "What kind of things has she been getting on to you about?" Why am I doing this?

He sighed and started looking at the pictures on the walls, "Things like not coming home in time for dinner with her parents and being gone for several days, stuff like that." Really? He doesn't know why she's up his ass about that? What kind of person is this guy?

I had to catch myself from making another "Umm" noise, "It's probably because she's worried about your safety, I guess. Does she know where you go when you leave? She might be insecure about the relationship."

He looked at me with a furrowed eye brow, "Insecure? Why would she be insecure? She's the most non-insecure human I know!" He just referred to his girlfriend as "human". What. The. Fuck! I just stared at him, completely thrown off by his dialog. When he noticed I was gawking at him he quickly changed his posture, "What?" His tone made me feel afraid for my safety. I remember kids like him from middle school and high school, always going around bullying everyone and using physical force to get what they wanted.

I quickly come up with something to say so he doesn't think I'm aware of his crazy-talk, "I'm sorry, I was thinking about the situation, she's probably worried you're going off with another girl or something." Why am I talking to this guy about this? Why didn't I just say I wasn't good at giving advice?

He starts to ponder what I've said, "How do I prove that I'm not hooking up with other girls?" he asks to one of the pictures. Jesus Christ, dude! I don't know! Stop going off for several days on end?

"Uhh," I look around for a moment, "Take her with you next time?"

"That's a great idea!" Yusuke smacks his fist into the palm of his other hand, "I'll take her on my next small mission! Thanks, dry cleaner lady!" Mission? Human? What, is he some kind of alien? He runs out the door, probably to go talk to his girlfriend about it. I sigh and sit back down in my chair. No one's ever going to believe that just happened.

At about six p.m. another strange one comes in to pick up clothes, his presence doesn't threaten me though, he just makes me feel weird, I'm not sure how to explain it. His eyes are a vibrant green and he talks like he's a fucking encyclopedia. He comes in for Shiori Minamino's clothes, she used to come in herself but lately it's been this rock-star looking guy.

He comes in and in this cool monotone asks, "May I pick up Shiori Minamino's clothes please?"

"Yeah, sure thing," I say as I start to go through the racks for the clothes, "May I ask you a question?" Holy shit, I'm afraid that I'll make him angry and do something crazy. He has a similar presence to that Urameshi guy... And a lot of customers get angry about really stupid things.

"Sure," he says with a smile.

"Why have you been running Miss Minamino's dry cleaning errands lately, Is she alright?" She used to come in and talk about her son a lot and cheered my up when a customer had dampened my day.

He gave a light chuckle, "She's about six months into a pregnancy and she has difficulty running around town so I convinced her to let me do them. I'm her oldest son, Suichi." WHAT? This guy is the son of an Asian woman? How the fuck did that happen? Wait! This is the son she was always telling me about? He laughed behind his arm at the expression on my face, "I know, there's not much of a resemblance."

I find the clothes and put them on the front rack next to the cash register, "Well, that's sweet of you," I say brokenly; I'm not the best at customer service. "It'll be a thousand yen."

He hands me the money with a smile and thanks me for our services and walks out with the clothes. This time was thankfully far less awkward than most so I sighed in relief. I can't believe that guy is the one Miss Minamino wanted me to date!

The rest of the evening is filled with the normal deadbeat rich people and I close up shop on schedule.

The next day I come in hoping there won't be any of those strange customers, but sure enough, the first guy that comes in is the one that creeps me out the most. His family name is Kuwabara, his sister makes him run a lot of errands. He goes to one of the local colleges as a full time student and he brags about being psychic. This guy is huge; I have to strain my neck to look up at his face. It looks like he was used as a punching bag a few too many times as a kid and his hair is orange and curlier than mine. When he speaks, he sounds like an idiot but he seems very nice.

"Hey, I have a question," he asks as he puts a t-shirt on the table.

"Sure, what is it?" I say sleepily.

"My kitty ripped my favorite shirt, is there any way it can be fixed?" he shows me this giant rip in the shirt.

"A cat did this?" I asked surprised. More like a gremlin did it!

He laughs, "Yeah, I know, I was surprised too." I start to takes notes down on a tag for the seamstress when it hit me. All of a sudden I felt like I was in a giant freezer and all of my senses grew dull. "Hey, are you okay?" he asks, looking concerned.

I look up at him and he seemed to be experiencing the same chill I did. He looks at me then looks out the windows at the front of the shop. I can't do anything but stand there, stupefied. What the hell was that?

Mr. Kuwabara turns to me and has this scarily serious face. It reminded me a little of the short guy who looked like a greaser. "Did you feel that too?" He spoke as if he didn't want anyone outside to hear him. I'm not sure what to say, I feel kind of stupid admitting it so I just nod a little. "Where do you guys keep the trash around here?" What the fuck kind of question is that?

I point to the right wall, "Its right next door," I mutter. He abruptly pushed through the door and walked up to the door next to the shop. I followed him out, he would need a code to get in, but why the hell did he want to see the trash? Before I can tell him he needs the code, he kicks the door so hard it flew down the hallway. How the hell did he do that? I follow after him as he marches in, "You can't just do that!"

"Shh!" He turned to face me with a finger up to his lips. I twitch and follow him silently. The lights are motioned censored, some crazy, creepy new technology. He gets to the end of the hallway and we hear a scream come from the dark room. Then the craziest shit happened. Mr. Kuwabara replied by shouting, "Spirit Sword!" and then a sword appeared in his hand that was glowing yellow and orange! My jaw dropped; this is by far the weirdest thing I have ever seen. A cat definitely did not tear up his shirt. He leapt into the dark room which triggered the lights to turn on and I saw a giant, dark green creature holding an old woman in one hand.

I was truly petrified. What the hell was going on? Why were there monsters in the dumpsters! How'd this guy make a sword from thin air? WHY IS HE CHARGING THE MONSTER WITH HIS LIGHT SABER? I watch motionless as Kuwabara cuts down the monster and turns to attend to the old woman. He begins to ask her if she's hurt but the old woman throws up her arms and screams again then starts running towards me. She's almost right next to me before I can get my body to react and I start to back out of her way and trip over the door that Kuwabara had busted down. I fall flat on my back and stare up at the automatic lights for a second before my vision fades to black.

The droning ticking of the store clock starts to eat at my ears as I open my eyes. I'm lying face up on the bench inside the store and its night time. I sit up with a fit and look wildly around, "What—." The lights were on in the store and Mr. Minamino was leaning against the counter top staring at me. "Holy shit!" I jump out of my skin, feeling the coldness of his seriousness. "I'm really sorry, I—."

He waves my apology off, "It's quite alright. I was more concerned with whether you were alright or not." …Okay… Why were you watching me while I was asleep? Creep. I stand up and look out the window to the street, everything's normal. The door to the store was locked and I stare at it for a minute. "I locked the door for the business's security, is that alright?" he noticed my stare rather easily seeing as he was watching the back of my head. Can he read minds or some shit?

I turn to face him, "What happened to Mr. Kuwabara and that trash monster?"

He tilted his head with confusion, "What?"

"Mr. Kuwabara," I start again, his face looking even more confused, "He made a sword out of thin air and—," Oh my god! What am I saying? I start to feel my face get red from embarrassment. "I…"

Mr. Minamino starts to giggle behind his hand, "That must have been one dream you had."

I get even hotter in the cheeks and scurry over to the computer to distract myself from this humiliation. Who the hell is ever going to believe that happened? Was it really just a dream? I find my really flat soda and chug down the rest of it. I think it made me feel worse rather than better. I turn back to Mr. Minamino, "I'm really sorry, were you here to drop off clothes?"

He looked at me with a blank face for a second, "Well, now that you mention it," he took off his tan blazer and started to unbutton his dark green button down shirt. Oh my god! Don't get undressed right here! In front of me! My face felt sun burnt by this point. He thankfully had a white wife beater underneath and handed the shirt and jacket to me with an innocent smile, "My apologies, I seem to have gotten these rather dirty earlier today."

I take the clothes and hand him his receipt. He takes the receipt and looks me over again then smiles again and left before I could respond. I start to look at the blazer and shirt and realize they were soaked. I laid them down on the table and analyzed them more thoroughly. The back of the green shirt had three giant rips in it and it was soaked in blood that seeped through to the inside of the jacket. What. The. Fuck. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

I decide to put it off until the next morning and start to do the closing procedures. As I'm closing the front door to the shop, I start to feel really weird again. This time I feeling like someone is watching me intently. So much that I feel like their eyes are piercing my shoulder blades. I look around, but I don't see anyone looking at me. It's just the normal citizens on their way home, or out to eat, or to the bars. I look up to the sky and see someone standing on the corner of a building across the street from the store. As soon as I notice the figure, it's gone. I shiver, "Now you're just imagining things," I whisper to myself and head for home.

The entire way home, the feeling of someone watching me never decreases even though I've stopped several times and looked all around to see if anyone was actually there. I never saw a strange figure again though. I go to bed and wake up late and almost don't get to work in time. When I'm done with everything that is needed to be done at work (including dealing with Mr. Minamino's bloody clothes), I set my head down on the small table next to my chair behind the counter. The density of sleep starts to hit me quickly and I let it embrace me. I'm a light sleeper, if anyone came into the store, I would be woken up with a jolt from the front door jingle.

I start to feel abnormally heavy though, and I can't seem to even twitch a muscle. I can't seem to make clear thoughts either, I try to sit up or open my eyes, but nothing. It feels like the world is slipping away and I'm now trapped inside a black abyss. Literally. I try to snap myself out of it and wake up but instead I start to see a blur of swirling lights. After a moment it starts to be coherent, Mr. Urameshi has just walked into the store. Wait, now Mr. Kuwabara is in the store too. They say something that sounds like they're talking about me but I can't really make out what they're saying, I just know they're talking about me. Then they start to yell and get in each others' faces.

The door jingle rings and I was startled so much that I literally jumped out of the chair and landed on my ass. I stand up to see Mr. Urameshi was a faint smile on his lips. "Oh, Mr. Urameshi!" came out of my mouth involuntarily. What the hell just happened, NOW?

He comes up to the counter, "Hey, I'm here to get my fiancé's clothes," he says wearily.

I nod and start to collect his clothes on the front rack, "I thought it was imperative that you came to get these yesterday," I try to say in a joking manner, but it's obvious that I'm not having a good morning.

He laughs a little and opens his mouth to reply as the door opens again. Kuwabara walked in, "Oh, hey Urameshi!" he greets in his normal manner of stupidity. I stop in my tracks and stare. How is this happening? I just saw this happening. What the fuck is going on? Please tell me they aren't going to get into a fight in the store!

Mr. Urameshi looks over at me staring, "Is something wrong?"

"Ehk!" I snap out of my thoughts, "Oh, no. Sorry!" I disappear behind racks upon racks of clothes to continue gathering his clothes. As I'm gathering them, I try to listen in on what they're saying.

"Do you think she remembers?"

"She seems to be acting differently, I wouldn't doubt it."

"Well, what do we do?"

"Tell her the truth I guess."

"No, Koenma said not to unless she started asking questions and stuff."

"Well, do you think she knows anything?"

"I don't know. I gave her the memory serum. Kurama said he watched over her until she came to."

Ok, that's it. I walk back out with half of the clothes, "Who's Kurama?"

They both snap their heads towards me and their faces go pale, "Uh," Kuwabara replies.

"Oh, great going Kuwabara!" Yusuke exclaims, "She heard your loud mouth!"

"Yeah, well she definitely heard that!" Kuwabara retorted.

"You blew our cover you idiot!" Yusuke gets in Kuwabara's face.

"Hey, you're just as much at fault as I am!" Kuwabara presses back.

"Um, excuse me," I say blankly but I'm ignored entirely.

"Well, if you hadn't have walked in here while I was in here, this wouldn't have happened!" Yusuke starts to clench his fists.

"Yeah, well—!"

"HEY!" I shout angrily still holding the clothes. They both stop and look over to me. "If you guys wouldn't mind taking this outside, this is a store, you know. And seeing as you two obviously have something in for me, you could at least respect my job so I don't lose it." I'm shaking in my skin and they notice and mutter apologies and run out of the store. "REALLY?" I shout angrily again. I really wish someone would tell me what was going on! What the hell is happening to me? I'm losing my mind!"