AN: Hello. Welcome to the edited version of chapter one. Thanks to my wonderful beta reader, whom I would like to give all the credit of these revisions to, I have edited this chapter. Repetitive much? Well, yea. I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.

Losing Her Mind
CHAPTER 1
SHE JUST CAN'T REMEMBER

The young woman descended the stairs of the building. Though she looked to be only 13 years old, she was in fact much older. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes wearily. She felt something again. It was weird. She could just feel things. Things getting closer; things going farther away; things beneath her feet; things above her head. She could tell when there was an exceptionally weird person around. She would pass them on the street. Sometimes face them in a battle she would hardly remember.

Her hand traveled idly to her side. She fingered the katana that was hidden in her coat. She couldn't remember where it had come from or why she had it. It was just always at her side. She felt like it was suppose to be there. Somehow, she felt a promise had been made to keep it there. So she did. That was one thing she would never forget to keep it there. For whatever the reason.

She dug her hand back into the pocket of her coat. It was black wool with four large buttons down the front. A crimson scarf was neatly tucked under the collar and hung loosely down the front of the coat. It fell to her knees, and had deep pockets that her thick gloves fit in nicely. It was the middle of winter and this coat was very warm. The light snow outside didn't affect her. She couldn't tell what was warm and what was cold. Everyone was wearing these coats so she figured it would be best to wear one as well.

Her chunky hazel bangs fell everywhere over her face, not enough to completely hide her mauve eyes, and her long hair fell to her waist. She suddenly forgot where she was going and headed in a random direction. She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them, she saw a large building. That was the high school that wore pink uniforms. Oh, what was its name? She felt that odd feeling again. She headed towards the school. She had nothing better to do. She glanced up the tree she was drawn strongest to.

She raised her brow curiously. There was man clad in black with a white scarf and bandanna in the tree. She tilted her head to the side as his left eye opened, and he looked down at her with a slight sneer. His face was so familiar. Where? How? When? Why? She just couldn't place it. He hopped down from the tree and grabbed her throat; it was a subtle squeeze. She couldn't feel his hand, but she dearly wished she could.

"Onna." Woman. 'Woman' he said. What was that supposed to mean?

His eyes narrowed. He squeezed a little harder. She could hardly breathe, but her brain didn't register the pressure. Her memory was so foggy. Her hand slipped out of her pocket, and she reached for her katana. In a flash, she had unsheathed it and he was back on the defense with his katana pressed against hers. His eyes widened for a split second. She always noticed small things like that. She never could remember what they were later or assess what they meant, but she caught them. She cocked her head to the side, much in a similar fashion as before.

The man reached for his bandanna and tugged it off. Though she fell into the ground from lack of consciousness moments later, she caught the third eye imbedded in his forehead. She felt her mind 'lose itself' again.

Hiei began to search her mind using his Jagan. Inside her mind was a mystery. He saw doctors and brain scans and fighting scenes. He shook his head and ventured farther in. He searched for a beginning to all of the chaos. It seemed she couldn't remember if she ate breakfast or not even though there was a clear mental image. He looked for the past. Nothing was organized. He found a memory floating around in empty space. He touched it to enter.

She was standing there, as smug as ever, before the portal to the Ningen kai. Her hair was much shorter, only to her shoulders. He was standing in front of her dressed in his normal attire. He looked very cross and upset. He narrowed his eyes as she took a step closer to the portal. He didn't even know how she had gotten one.

"I will miss you, but it's not fair for you to do this," she spoke with a clearly upset tone.

"Hn. You will not go anywhere."

"Yes, I will, and I am. There's nothing you can do. I beat you here fair and square. You promised."

"I don't always keep the promises I make."

She sighed and took a step back. One more and she would be gone. Watching from a distance, he wanted to yell at himself to go after her, do something more than watch her leave. She smiled a sad smile and took that last, fateful step backwards. He was out of the memory soon enough not to have to watch himself break down, pounding the floor, ravaging the forest, all while no tears escaped.

He searched for another memory like that one. Floating with no particular direction or aim. The memory might hold what happened after she stepped through the portal. After a few minutes, which seemed like hours to him, he found what he was looking for. He touched it and entered. This time, he could see her only faintly. It was dark. The only light to be seen was a distant headlight and the light from the portal. She stepped out and looked around curiously. The headlights grew closer. She didn't know something deadly to ningens was attached the light. She squinted her eyes as the large car came speeding toward her.

His eyes widened as the car impacted her body. She ducked, the car hitting her head. Her frontal lobe, her memories. The car was coming to a stop, but the damage was done. Her head was bleeding, her memories jumbled or lost forever. The driver jumped out and examined the damage; it appeared to be pretty severe. Though being a demon, she would survive, but the poor man driving the car didn't know that. He jumped into his seat and grabbed a phone. 911 was immediately dialed, but while he was focused on that, she got up and began to saunter down the highway, forgetting everything.

He tried to tell her to stop. Yell at her. Make her get help. He couldn't reach her. Her mind barriers were coming back into effect. Damned dark miko. He was fading from her mind.

He had one eye shut as he retied the bandanna, leaning against the same tree he had been sitting in only minutes ago. She was collapsed on the ground and shaking, unconsciously clutching her head. It was snowing a little harder. If it was her frontal lobe that was damaged, she couldn't even feel the cold. She couldn't feel anything at all. Too bad he couldn't feel remorse. He jumped back into the trees and continued until he was far away.

She awoke a half an hour later on the cold ground covered in snow. She was so dizzy and woebegone that she hadn't even the sense to brush herself off. She wandered here and there, to nowhere and everywhere. Everything was coming back to her in a rush, except the name of the man she had seen by the school. He was so familiar and so…so…there was no word to describe it. She ran back to her apartment and up the stairs, which she slipped on a couple of times. Fumbling with her keys to the door, she stumbled into her entry way. She fell onto the floor as the name flashed in her memory.

Hiei

She was unconscious from the rush for the rest of the day. She awoke around midnight to find herself in the same position, not remembering what she was doing there. She had no recollection of what had happened. She could feel that thing again. It seemed to be outside her window. She didn't care nor did she want to care. She pushed herself up with much struggle only to find a loud ringing in her ears. She stripped her coat, gloves, scarf, and hat and set them on the couch. She, like a drunk, staggered towards the bathroom where she showered herself. She completely collapsed on her bed from then till morning.

Fini... For now

AN: Well, people, there it is. The first chapter newly revised and hopefully more clear. I, once again, want to give a big thanks to my beta reader. I call her Dawn, for the awakening of a new "dawn" in my writing. Ah well, much too metaphorical for me. Good night, good morning, whatever time it is where you are, sayonara.