Author's Note: I...had a dream. This was the dream. It's like those...storyboard dreams. Does anyone have that? It's really cool to be able to dream the next part of a story and then just write it out...or in my case type it out. I'm going to try and keep this story as realistic as possible. That means people will actually think. *gasp* Mary-Sues will not be commonplace. If you see any sort of Mary-Sue...ish behavior going on inform me immediately. I want to make a good OC that people can relate to. She will have problems, she will have stuff she hates, there will be development. There will possibly be many more OCs coming into the mix that I hope I can do well with. Anyway, without further ado...ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, a new Yu Yu Hakusho fanfiction.

Disclaimer: Anything related to Yu Yu Hakusho is copyrighted by Yoshihiro Togashi, its creator. I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. I only own the Original Characters or OCs that I have created and added to the plot.

Added Notes: Some people may be confused as to what happened so I suggest you visit the manga for Yu Yu Hakusho, preferably Volume 19: Chapter 170. I am taking my information from there. If you have in anyway missed the goings on in the story, I suggest you read the previous chapters. I will not be putting Recaps, Flashbacks, or anything of the sort. Also, grammar is an integral part of writing. If you see any grammatical errors or poor use of tenses either post up a comment or send me a message. I appreciate any criticism but blatant flames that do nothing to add to my writing or that improve the story will not be tolerated. That is all, thank you.

~Chapter 00~ The Beginning

The sky was painted a dull gray, clouds sweeping across the normally azure expanse as a precursor to the upcoming storm. Limbs, wooden or not, swayed in the harsh breeze that rattled windows and made warm settlements shudder in fear. Yet through this torrent a young woman sits within the confines of her room, staring with perturbed eyes not at the current weather but at the screen illuminated before her with an eerily pallid glow. With a deep sigh that preceded an angry snarl the brunette swiveled in her dark leather chair, her wavy, shoulder-length hair swaying, before halting its movement with one stopping step and setting forth with erratic, furious typing that almost burned a hole through the keyboard.

"I am done!" she snapped, fiercely abandoning her chair to throw herself upon the mercy of her four post bed. Almost immediately pillows flew like projectiles, crossing through the air with a dull whistle before landing askew with a faint thump on the carpeted floor. Along with them went her comforter, the woman smacking the bed's surface so relentlessly that the blanket drifted to the floor in a bundled heap. The mattress quivered as if wondering if it had displeased its master and that was the reason for its current suffering. Before it could ponder the thought further; however, the figure upon its surface froze as if all energy had been drained from her. Soon after tears followed, muffled sobs that dyed her normally sky blue bed sheets a deep navy.

"I freaking hate him," she cried, trying to keep her tears silent. She didn't want anyone to see her in this state.

Six years...six years of friendship gone, thrown to dust because of one stupid mistake that she had made. It was a stupid mistake, she knew it and other people knew it and they had told her again and again that friendships shouldn't crumble because of something so ridiculous. But still...it did crumble...it fell apart like a building with no support. Her friendship with him...her friendship with Mat now was so torn that she honestly couldn't find any possible way to rebuild it. And how did this happen?

"Why?"

It all happened because she left a guild in a game, a guild that was his, and because of that everyone else had left and gone elsewhere. Due to this, he felt that she had somehow betrayed him...betrayed his trust in a way and now...she really had no way of attaining his friendship back. She never knew the definition of vindictive until now.

But she tried to make things right, she had really tried. She had sent him instant message after instant message of apology but all she had received in return were those words shoved in her face. She had loved him...a lot, she never knew this side of him at all. She still loved him when he had told her that they were just friends. And now to have this shoved in her face, to have her lose someone so important because of something so stupid, something she did and how he couldn't forgive...

Well...she was done. She had tried and, apparently, that wasn't enough. If he wanted to act that way then she was done. She wasn't going to continue trying to rebuild a friendship that will not be built. She doesn't care anymore...she just doesn't...

Yet she continued sobbing into her bed until her name echoed from the floor below.

"Mia!" her mother called in a soft soprano, "Phone for you!"

Clenching the sheets to pull herself up, Mia Ziona went about rubbing her jade eyes trying to rid herself of the stricken appearance she knew she had and removed herself from the bed to gaze upon her facade in a body-length mirror. As she thought her eyes were blood red from crying, the white of her eyes smeared with crimson, and there was a trail of wet skin that led from her eyes down to her chin. She could not go downstairs looking like this.

With long but swift steps she crossed along the hallway outside her room to the bathroom across the way and continued to splash handful after handful of cold water on her face until any evidence of her distress disappeared. Mia wiped her face clean, dabbing delicately with a white towel before replacing it back on the rack. Standing at the foot of the stairs, she forced a smile before descending and grabbing at the phone on the cradle in the living room.

The two voices on the other end immediately felt like a balm to her nerves and instantly lightened the mood.

"Luna? Kyle? Hey guys! You want to hang out? Sure, let me ask my mom if it's okay. It is kind of bad out, you know so I don't know what she'll say..."

"Koenma sir, another report of demon attacks. This time in Shinjuku ward!"

The normally bubbly Grim Reaper, Botan, announces with a boisterous voice as she swiftly enters the office with oar clenched tightly in hand, plaited azure hair swaying, her pink kimono ruffling as she maneuvers to stand before an oak desk and, behind that, the Prince of Spirit World. With a tentative stare she gazes at the mass of paperwork piled precariously at every corner of the work table surrounding a small rectangular space that presented a chubby face hard at work.

Koenma sits in an overly tremendous auburn chair with furrowed brows, incessantly stamping paper after paper which fluttered to the ground when completed. His cerulean binky and violet hat bobbed up and down, the pink rim coming dangerously low over his eyes as he frantically tries to complete his assignments without rest. Suddenly his hand pauses in mid air at the Reaper's presence, his other coming to reposition the rim on his head to reveal haggard chestnut eyes. Dropping the Golden Seal on the surface, he presses a button hidden beneath his desk that brings down a wide, flat screen. The blank screen springs to life with a dull whir with the picture of a disgruntled young adult with greased back black hair, Yusuke Urameshi. In the background are distinct screams and a glare of fire followed by the back of the young detective's head as he charges and shoots off another Spirit Gun. Immediately afterward he turns back to face the screen, beads of sweat trailing from his forehead.

"Yusuke!" Koenma screams, slamming his palms on the oak surface, "What's going on down there?"

"What the hell does it look like?!" he yells back, turning around to punch a horned demon in the face and about-facing. "All the demons have come out of the woodwork! Mainly the A and S-class demons who were in hiding when the barrier first broke."

The Prince slapped a hand to his forehead and leaped over the desk emerging on the other side in his adult form. Cheekbones defined and towering at an intimidating height, Koenma stood and approached the screen closer coming to stand beside Botan.

"This is why you don't hold tournaments, Yusuke! Too many chances for someone corrupt to be in power!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know I know!" he responds, powering up and spraying an assortment of demons with Spirit Gun bullets.

"Aren't Kurama and Hiei with you?"

"They've been trying to gather up and stop a hell of a lot of them. So far we've gotten a lot. Now there are just a few strays left," Yusuke grumbled before slamming a fist into his palm, "Damn it Koenma, this has been going on since the second tournament ended and they still won't let up! Chu, Touya, and Jin and some others have helped out but they keep coming!"

Koenma stepped forward with a determined stare. "Don't worry, Yusuke. Help will be on the way."

"I sure as hell hope so," he turns back from the screen, a demon crossing his sight going to attack a woman and children. "Oh no you don't!"

The screen flickers like a struggling flame before dying and ascending into the ceiling.

Catching on to Koenma's voice of 'help' Botan sidesteps around him and faces him head on with a concerned look. "Sir, we can't send Kuwabara. The demons roaming around are too tough for him. He'll be killed!"

Koenma sighed. "I know that much, Botan. That's why I assigned him to get himself, Yukina, his family, Yusuke's family, Kurama's family, Keiko's and anyone else to Genkai's temple to set up a protective defense. No, I won't send Kuwabara."

With a questioning look, she asked, "Then...what help should we send?"

Closing his eyes, he maneuvers around Botan and seats himself behind the desk. Transformed into his child-like form, he stares at the woman and speaks with a pensive tone.

"Retrieve The Files, Botan."

"Right away!"

The Reaper promptly removes herself from the room while Koenma sits alone, contemplating in the stillness and silence of his office.

He had been prepared for this, he had taken proper measures. Ever since the first tournament when Enki was elected, the Prince had known that sooner or later something would go extremely wrong. Although his father, King Enma, had been put down concerning falsified reports and brainwashing of several plausibly innocent demons, there were still plenty of other demons in Demon World that have gone unchecked. As he had seen from previous missions that Yusuke had been sent on, there are both good and bad of every race be it human or demon. He had foreseen the day when a corrupt demon would be brought to power and thus The Files were born. Every day after the first tournament without rest, he had scoured the globe of spiritually aware humans or demons that wish to keep the peace between Human and Demon World. As he did so, he had written down names and created profiles for each and every single person.

And now the time had come to finally put his plan into action. Yes, many of the candidates he had chosen were old as far as training could go. Like the first Spirit Detective's, Koroko Sanada's, children most were trained from a very young age. Although there were those select few cases that turned out powerful, like Yusuke or Koroko herself who began at fourteen years of age.

He bet none of them had masked demon blood, though, or demonic ancestors for that matter.

As he awaited Botan's return he called for Jorge with an impatient tone. "Ogre!"

The blue ogre bounded into the room, leopard print shawl wavering, his enormous feet going against the tile with resounding smack after smack.

With a hunch he moved next to Koenma's desk, careful not to step on the papers lying forlornly on the ground. "You wanted to see me, Koenma sir?"

"Yes...Ogre..."

"Yes sir?"

"Clean up this mess."

Jorge Saotome sighed. "Yes sir."