Time passes as quickly for me as it does a mouse in a maze with cheese s the prize at the end. The deaths of both my parents when I was five marked the end of one life and the start of the bloody next one. For some would say that after being raised by family friends that I would be grateful not resentful, but alas no one other then myself can make up my mind for me.

I lived a fairly normal life until I was five, not like I remembered most of it anyway. For the next eight years I lived with the people who found me lying half starved on my mother's deceased body. Even as a child I never did take to my father even if I did love him. I still do but it's the matter of the question of can you love someone you don't remember?
I can hear the rain outside as it pounds on the window but from my place on the floor it doesn't register with my mind yet, still lost in the passages of time. The one place I allow myself to become weak. The only time I'm not in control of anything that belongs to me. Let alone I was ever in control of my mind. I was lost in my memories unconscious, unknowing to the outside world.

The door creaked open; the night dew still had its hold on the world. Two middle age men, carrying guns with silencers walked into a four-room house in a once pleasant village. A man in his early thirties stood up from his chair to see what the noise was. His reward for his curiosity was his own demise. A single shot ran out but only the sound was the man's body hitting the ground. A small petite woman closed the door on her five-year-old daughter who she just put to bed. She heard the noise and walked till she saw her husband's body lying limp on the floor of their house. Horrified and desperate for the safety of her child she failed to see the men who murdered her husband. A smaller framed man stepped around the side of his partner and caused the woman to breath out the last of her breathes crying for her child.

I shot up off the bed face covered in sweat. How many times now had I had that same dream? Even if it wasn't a dream I was still haunted by it. My memories coming back from the grave just as it seemed the ghosts did that I see and talk to do. I shook her head and ran a hand threw my black hair.

"I need to find a way to avoid having that dream anymore. Maybe Anna or Yoh know something that I can do." I knew that was almost impossible. They were both the same age as myself maybe a little older or younger it mattered not, they wouldn't know how to male the past stop surfacing. I turned and looked out the window. Day was about to break and my sworn duties of the house about to start.

"I might as well get up. It's not like I've got school or anything anymore." I muttered. I swung my legs off the mattress and stood up. It was a wonder I didn't freeze to death every night. I didn't have any blankets and I was too prideful to ask Yoh let alone Anna. That's what you get for being a runaway and orphan.

I walked into the kitchen. "Oh, Yon, you're already up?" Yoh turned and looked at me. He had a mug of coffee in his hand.

"I'm always up this early." He answered simply.

"Oh… sorry." He shook his head slightly.

"No problem. Why are you up?"

"I couldn't get back to sleep." I walked over to the counter and pulled out one of the last two mugs. I sure hoped Manta didn't show up before Anna and Yoh went to school.

"The dream again?" Yoh asked, his same lazy voice rang though the room. I nodded.

"Yeah it won't leave me alone." I answered as I poured myself half a coup of coffee and went to find the cream and sugar for it. I didn't see how Yoh took his black, but he's weirder then I am.

"Let it go." He answered calmly before walking out of the room leaving me alone with his so humble advise.

"If only it were as easy as that, Yoh." I whispered before I put the mug to my lips and sipped down the coffee.

The rest of my day passed without me knowing too much of what was going on. By the time Anna, Yoh and Manta returned the whole house was spotless and everything cleaned. Though, Anna always found something to complain about.

"I'm going to go out for a while." I informed them before heading out of the house. I didn't want to sit around and wait for them to answer or hear Anna's sarcasm go off before I was out of earshot.

I didn't plan to stay out long but before I realized what was going on, I found the stars had risen, so much for dinner. The cemetery was close and it was a short cut. It wouldn't kill me. Not like I wasn't going back to a house filled with ectoplasm anyway.

As I stated somewhere before the stars were up and they were beautiful. I wanted to look at them so much on nights like this that I couldn't help myself. I ignored all of the ghosts on my way up. If not for the constant dreams of my parents' death I would have given up on trying to find myself a spirit partner. Though there was one male ghost who caught my attention as I walked up to one of the trees. He was there with me most likely a loner.

It seemed I was right. He stood up from his place on the hill and started back down. Most ghosts can tell when a person is a shaman like myself but some can't or just don't know they're dead. I doubted that was the case for this one. I think he just wanted to be alone. Half the time when I was at the house with Yoh and Anna I just wanted to be alone. Which was probably the very reason that and the dream that I was staying out so late tonight.

A/N: Please note that this story is one of mine and my friend's rps which has stopped as of now and will for a while I'll rewrite everything and once the last chapter is out that's it until they start again and I don't know when that will be. So sorry that you might only get five chapters.