I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho nor do i own kurama. I only own my oc Rasquel

AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry about all the errors in my grammar. I will try to improve it in the next chap. This is my first sorry here so please no flames. If i make anyone too ooc or my character becomes to Mary sue just let me know. :)

Ch1. Sight

Demon: An evil spirit, a devil, that's what it always says in the dictionary every time I looked the word up. I bet Webster never knew how true the definition actually was when he added it into his ever so famous book. My ivory hands closed the book and returned it to the shelf with all the other books about demons. Now don't get me wrong I wasn't always obsessed with these beasts I was just like everyone else worrying about pimples and other stupid things teenagers seemed to get worked up over. But recently that all changed and now I see them everywhere. At first it freaked me out it was obvious no one else could see them and I began to question my sanity but I soon grew use to them and learned if you pretend you don't know they're there they don't bug you, for the most part anyway. I couldn't help but allow a small chuckle escape my full lips at the irony of this and I was supposed to be a realist. Well therapist is off my list of future jobs.

I quickly pulled on my school uniform and ran in the direction of the school praying with all my might to make it on time. Let's just say we weren't the best of friends. I could hear my ugly black loafers thud softly against the pavement urging me to proceed faster. I softly thanked Ms. Harrison my former gym teacher for putting up with my defiance and pushing me through the tedious exercises you were forced to perform to "get you in shape," as they put it even through it was really a pointless effort to be rid of obesity. She always seemed to be ranting on about how athletic I was but too lazy to put an effort in my work was a waste. Which was a huge stereotype thing to say if you ask me? Just because someone preferably me, knows what she is doing and doesn't make a complete idiot of herself in sports does not mean I need to involve myself in any extra curriculum activities after school. Yes I am lazy.

I reluntecly entered the school late as always and so not looking forward to the never ending lecture on the importance of being on time by Mr. Jackson my Ap statistics teacher. Yeah I'm in all AP classes which totally suck but you try having a professor as a mother and lawyer as a father. "Late again Rasqul Valentino. I don't even know why you bother coming to class at all if you're not even going to take it seriously. Kids these days think life is just fun and games but once they finally realize the truth it's all too late. This is supposed to be a respectable school but its people like you that taint all the rest." I released a sigh and started heading in the back to my seat and lucky me it was next to a window. I didn't bother reminding Mr. Jackson that not only was I one of the schools best students but I also received applications from other schools far more better than this wanting me to attend their school. I only chose this one because it was closest and I wasn't worried about my future at all. Having parents as important as mine did have its advantages that I was prepared to use in my favor. I wasn't just athletic I had a good set of brains on me as well. I was the ideal model every girl wished to be. I'm not even going to mention my beauty because I don't want it to seem like I'm tooting my own horn and the fact that I'm not really concerned with things like that. Well until recently. My green orbs looked nonchalantly out the window forgetting all about Mr. Jackson and his lecture (he tended to carry on) as they came across a huge blob thing that was moving. I immediately knew it was a demon but what surprised me was the fact that it was here at my school. But it was my fault for letting me get fazed by this scene. Why wouldn't a demon come to my school when they were everywhere else? He probably wanted to get a head start in his education or something, who was I to judge.

I continued to stare at the demon until the bell rang finding it to be no threat I grabbed my things and left as I headed to English. I didn't bother to talk to anyone on my way down the hall and no one bothered to talk to me. Now don't get me wrong it's not like I'm unpopular or anything I actually am I'm just not very social and people understand that small trait about me. Even before the bell ranged indicating that class has stared I was already board out of my mind. Doing the same thing day after day did get tiresome and a little change in it would be fine once in a while but with my personality there wasn't really much I could do. I was the type of person that found it hard to cut it loose in a crowd which I blamed my parents for seeing as how their too serious and it must have rubbed off on me.

conceited: Vanity, an exaggerated opinion of oneself, that's what I thought I was but it was a small trait about myself I found hard to change but everyone had their flaws and even I couldn't escape from them. I was deep in thought when I headed to my fifth period class and not paying attention to where I was going. I must have been going too fast because when I skewed around the corner I bumped into a strong figure rather hard and we both tumbled down a flight of stairs landing pretty hard on the cold tiled floor. "Ow, that hurt," I mumbled opening my eyes again to notice that I was spread across a male body in an awkward position. A blush formed on my face as I quickly removed myself off of the unlucky victim of my assault. "I'm sorry," I apologized as the guy pulled himself off the floor and patted his clothes from the dust that was invisible to my eyes that clanged to him. I allowed myself to steal a look into his emerald eyes to notice that he was glaring at me with such animosity that I cringed and warily looked away. If looks could ki8ll I thought when I noticed him leaving his long red hair swaying slightly as he moved. I quickly recollected myself to notice that there were no witness to gossip later on this incident and I allowed myself a sigh of relief.

During class my thoughts kept wavering back to the incident feeling quite uneasy about the glare and getting the feeling that there was more to it than the fall. But my realistic side kicked in telling me that there was no reason to think any more of it that there was no reason for him to hate me over anything else seeing as other than that brief encounter we had never met before, never even crossed paths. Trust me I would know if I seen him before seeing as he was the most gorgeous person I have ever laid my eyes on and not easy to forget about. So the only explanation I could come up with was the fall. But for the first time my instincts kept doubting my realist mind. Hops, luck, fate, destiny and dreams are things I never believed in. they were the things only the misguided believed in. Things just don't fall from the sky and into your lap if you want something then go and get it, sitting around and wishing for it to come to you is idiotic and a waste of time. You made your own miracles. The only thing that had ever threatened my morals was when I began seeing the demons but like everything else that goes against my logic I just accept it as it is and go on about my life to keep my mental state stable and functioning properly and that is exactly what I need to do with this bad feeling from the guy. And I will.

Warm blood gushes out

Eyelids grow heavy

Breathing in gasps

The end is so close

I can taste it in the air.