I'm going the disclaimer over with: Yu Yu Hakusho and the characters in the series do not and never will belong to me. All the other character (such as such as villains, Kimiko, Kori, Yumi, and all others in likeness to them) do belong to me. Thank you and enjoy the story.


'A girl with mid-back length hair that was black with a ruby tint (and ruby bangs) was running through a forest; her emerald green eyes moved in quick, darting movements as she searched for something—or someone. An object to her left caught her eye; she slowed her pace and veered in said direction. The girl came to a stop in front of the object that had caught her attention: a boy with black, gravity-defying hair that had a blue tint to it and a white starburst over his bangs. He was lying against a tree for support and one hand was holding his stomach; blood covered said hand and was starting to permeate his light blue sleeveless shirt. The girl couldn't determine how far down the blood had gone because the stain from the blood disappeared as it reached his black pants he donned. His breath was labored when the girl had first seen him; however, soon after the girl appeared, his breath became more natural and the pained expression on his face disappeared as well.

'The girl positioned herself so that she was next to him and knelt down while gently placing his head on her lap. His facial expression began to soften even more when she started to comb her fingers soothingly through his soft hair whilst muttering, "Hiei, don't die on me…" repeatedly to herself; her eyes slowly started to fill to the rim with unshed tears.

'His closed eyelids opened to reveal crimson irises. A weak smirk played across his lips as his gaze met hers. "Don't be stupid Onna; I've lived through worse." His voice had a slight raspy tone to it because of his pain. However, his pain did not matter to the girl in that moment as she glared down at him causing a few tears to slip out and run down her cheeks. A few tears fell on the boys cheek as well.

'"Well, forgive me for worrying about your well-being," she snapped at the boy in her lap. After a couple seconds of silence had passed (the duration of which, she was glaring at the boy), she sighed while her eyes closed. With her eyes still closed, she asked, "Do you need help getting to the house?" The silence that followed the question gave the girl the incentive to open her eyes. The boy was staring at her, his eyes clouded with thought. "Well? Do you?" she asked, impatience obvious in her voice.

'A few seconds of mental debate resided within the boy as he decided whether or not he needed—or wanted for that matter—the girl's help. His decision, however, was made for him when a jolt of pain resounded through his abdomen, causing him to flinch and grunt in pain as a reaction. The girl heard his grunt and took action by standing and picking him up, shifting him onto her back. He opened his mouth to protest, but she beat him to the punch by saying, "You're hurt—I heard your grunt; I'm carrying you...Get over it Hiei. And learn to accept help when you need it." Her last statement was said on a sigh. The only response she received was "Hn" as she carried him to their destination.

'As the two drew nearer to their destination, the boy—Hiei—fell asleep on the girl's back. She glanced back when she heard his breathing become lighter and slower; a small smile found its way onto her lips.'

I was awoken from the dream that had been reoccurring over the last two weeks. In fact, this was the fifth time I have had that dream. I sighed out of annoyance and got out of my warm, comfortable bed to go and chase after my runaway alarm clock. "Clocky" (as the company who created my alarm clock called it) sounded like R2D2 on crack. It was programmed to roll off nightstands and start rolling around in random patterns (whilst making the "R2D2 on crack" sounds randomly as well) and would roll away whenever a person would get too close.

Once, I had gotten close enough and dove for it; the damned thing moved out of the way just in time to escape my clutches. So I started chasing it around my room; I tripped over a pile of dirty clothes. "Damn you Clocky," I muttered as I recovered from my fall. I finally caught the little bugger 10 minutes later; that reason is why I set Clocky 15 to 20 minutes earlier than when I need to actually be up and motivated.

So once I turned off and put away the damned object known as Clocky, I proceeded to prepare for the day ahead. After I finished (in record time, may I add), I bid my brother, Kori, goodbye. He reciprocated on my way out the door.

As I walked leisurely down the street toward my school, my thoughts drifted back toward my reoccurring dream. I had been wondering who that boy was ever since the first time I had had the dream. I did not know who he was; although I had a feeling I was going to be meeting him within the near future. What made me curious as well was the fact that I had a different hair style in the dream; instead of my normal black, wavy hair, I had a ruby tint and ruby bangs to go along with my black, wavy hair. It confused me, though I did like the hair style.

"Kimiko!" I turned around, only to get tackled in a hug by one of my best friends, Keiko.

"Hey Keiko, what's up?"

"No too much; although Yusuke's coming back from his trip tonight."

"Cool. I'm happy for you Keiko." She had told me all about the infamous Yusuke Urumeshi. From what she said, I was pretty sure that I wouldn't care for him; he sounded way too obnoxious for my taste. When I had mentioned that fact to her once, she tried to explain to me that he wasn't at all like I had pictured him; that he was a sweet guy that cared for his friends, but I didn't know for sure.

"You should come and meet him." I looked at my friend as if she were insane.

"Why would I want to go to his Welcome Home party to meet him?"

"He wouldn't mind."

I then explained to her that it didn't seem like the appropriate time to go and meet someone. I bid her farewell once we reached the school and split to go to our classes and lockers.

After a boring day of classes, I met up with Keiko and Yumi. Yumi is the other best friend of mine; she has blond hair, blue eyes, and an attitude that could match Satan's at times.

"Hey girly, what's up?" Yumi commenced with the small-talk as we walked to our houses. Somehow, we managed to get back on the topic of Yusuke's returning. Yumi suggested that we should go.

"Thank you!" Keiko then proceeded to explain how she, too, had tried to convince me to go to the party. Yumi then decided that it was time to play "Try to Convince Kimiko to go Even When She Doesn't Want To." It didn't work.

"Look girls, I'm sorry but I don't think it's right to go to someone's Welcome Home party when you've never met the person. I'm sure I'll meet him later on, but I'm not going." After the looks of disappointment invaded their facial expressions, I added, "Besides, my brother wouldn't allow me to go even if I wanted to." They relayed their grumbles of annoyed compliance, and we went our separate ways to our houses.

The only reason I was listening to my brother was because my parents were on a business trip for a few months. I listened to him, but only until our parents got back; then it's back to pretty much ignoring his existence, like usual.

As I walked into the house, I called to Kori that I was home. He gave a small acknowledgement while I went into my room. I completed my homework and browsed the internet the rest of the night, stopping only to eat. I got ready for bed and laid down while getting comfortable. As I drifted off to sleep, the same reoccurring dream began to play through my mind.