Ok then this is my First fic please review

Fair warning this fics got bad language, and future lemons. (Why the hell is that a warning that's probably why you're reading it…)

This is the prologue although I wrote the other chapters first... hope this wont cause any confusion

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Yu-Yu Hakusho characters or any songs I use for scene breaks.

"Speaking" 'Thoughts'

-8-Graffiti decorations under a sky of dust, a constant wave of tension on top of broken trust. The lessons that you taught me I learned were never true. Now I find myself in question (they point a finger at me again) guilty by association (you point a finger at me again)-8-

'My goddess how am I going to get away this time!'

She ran threw the alleys of New York. She was breathless and tired. She stopped to rest behind a dumpster leaning on the wall. Her blond hair was in knots all over her face. Her blue eyes were full of fear, sorrow, and anger.

'Those basterds… they betrayed me… they'll pay... They'll be sorry'

"There she is! HIKARU!"

'Oh goddess please no...'

She peaked around the dumpster and saw news crews, reporters, journalists and other strange people she couldn't identify running toward her. They began crowding around her some even pulling her hair and her cloths.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

They stopped moving they were staring at her with unblinking eyes all sounds stopped. She ran then pushing threw the group as they stood immobile her eyes were dropping that was the third time she had freezed time today she ran into a near by fast food restaurant just as the city began to move again. The busy sound of people running and cars honking filled her ears as well as the ones who were screaming her name. She ran into the bathroom and locked the door. She was alone and was grateful she rested against the door for a while then walked to the sink and splashed water on her face.

'I need to hide… and what better way to hide... than in plain sight…'

She closed her eyes and ran her fingers threw her hair. Her hair became shorter and her eyes turned to brown. She was wearing a school girls uniform easily altered. She ran her hands down the wrinkles of her plaid brown skirt extending it down to her ankles and turning it all brown. Her shirt used to be white now it was all dirty and torn she restored it to a clean white making the sleeves longer and the neckline wider so it nearly went over her shoulders. She looked back at the mirror. A slim brunette looked back at her with tired brown eyes. She had an artsy sort of look to her and she liked it.

'I think I prefer myself with brown hair…'

With that she splashed more water on her face and exited the bathroom. She bought a bottle of water and left the restaurant. She headed for the sub way she needed to get home and quick before the spell wore off she didn't have enough strength left to pull something like this again. She slid her metro card in and sat on a bench waiting for the train. It had worked no one recognized her and the mob had split into different groups in search of her. She saw the journalist from earlier walk in and look around. She sat there calm and composed while on the inside she was freaking out praying she didn't ask her any questions for fear that she might recognize her voice. Her train pulled up on the terminal and she got in before the journalist could even see her.

-8- I wanna run away never say goodbye, I wanna know the truth instead of wondering why. I wanna know the answers, no more lies I wanna shut the door and open up my mind. –8-

She ran home and shut the door behind her calling for her parents. She ran about her home calling for them but found herself alone.

'They wouldn't abandon me…' She looked at the grandfather clock that sat in the parlor and saw it read 11:30 it was so early… it seemed like she had spent hours running away from the mob of students then the mob of newscasters. She went upstairs to her bathroom and proceeded to shower whipping away all dirt and cleaning out her wounds, she had fallen a good number of times during all that running. She changed into navy blue sweats and turned on her computer.

'They'll be sorry… they should have kept their mouths shut…'

She opened up a program and put in some numbers and there she sat typing away reading file after file. She was a skilled hacker and now she was deleting every file inside Izumes computer everything she held dear was here her precious designs, and their demo tapes. They would be a thing in the past there were to many designs for her to know by memory and she knew that she wouldn't be smart enough to make copies. She deleted it all and left one single message on a file labeled "Demo."

"You'll all be sorry for opening your mouths… this is just the beginning…" she said into the microphone she saved the voice recording and planted it. She printed out one of her designs before she deleted the evidence off her computer and hacked into Ryus. She deleted all this base tracks and music editing programs.

'He has the disk program so he can restore it all but it'll be a bitch without the cookie...' she deleted the cookies that allowed the CD drive to work this would hit him hard, she had deleted a countless number of tunes and recordings. She then hacked Gotens computer

'The slick ass he will have all his work saved on disks… but I can make do with what I get…' Gotens success came in his words he was a songwriter and a very good poet she deleted all his word files. She came across a file labeled "Treachery" she got curious and opened it to find it was a poem:

Her ice blue eyes that can't see past the surface

Dense little creature thinks we bring her joy

Give us what we ask; you are nothing but a toy

Beginning on the day, you would call Yule

Ending the day we show you, you were a fool

Naive little child you're sent here from hell

All of the city we shall tell

She printed it then deleted it. He would suffer the most… she then shut off the computer, picked up a CD off her desk, and took it to her bed.

"You all think you're so slick…" she opened a drawer in her nightstand, pulled out a wooden box, set it on the bed and opened another drawer, removing a photo album. She opened the album and pulled out a photo of her with four other people. She flipped threw the photo album and pulled out individual photos of each person in the photo.

She walked over to the other side of the room and set down the pictures on a large table it was covered with a green cloth and had candles and some other items sitting over it. She went to her bed and retrieved the box she opened it and pulled out a long knife with a curving blade and a silver handle. She set it down on the table beside the photos and went off to her kitchen. She came back with a pot, and matches. She set them all down on the table. She opened a small velvet bag that sat on the table and took out some pins, needles, and threads. She lit the candles and began.

She first took the photo of the group and shred it into pieces chanting, "these four have betrayed me, May they get there three times three."

She tossed the shreds into the pot, and picked up the poem. "Here is the proof for all to see, what they did to me was done intentionally". She dropped it in the poem into the pot. Taking a bottle that sat on the table she opened it and poured a little bit of the clear liquid onto the pieces, she then struck a match and let it fall into the pot. Flames burst out burning the photo and the poem leaving ashes. She collected the ashes and placed them in a small plastic zip lock bag.

She threaded a needle then proceeded to pick up the design she had printed out along with the picture of a girl with raven black hair and piercing green eyes. She stuck the needle threw the photo and began to stitch it to the design. The design was facing her while the photo was looking at the table as she worked she chanted. "Cut off her joy… give her no smiles, for her designs are now seen as vile." She dropped the photo in the pot and poured more liquid into it once more striking a match and dropping it in. "this child is no beauty may she be seen outside as she is inside" with that the flames died leaving ashes once again.

She picked up the photo of her and a boy gazing at each other with loving eyes the boy also had blond hair and blue eyes she looked at it sorrowfully then with rage.

"I cast darkness to chase you Goten Nemeru so you may fall when other will stand… I cast darkness to chase you Goten Nemeru so you may feel as betrayed as I do…" she dropped the picture in the pot opening a metal box that had a dragon carved into it she took out letters and rose petals dropping them in with the picture and once again setting it all on fire. The sweet scent of roses filled the room as the petals began to smolder.

She raised the CD and gazed at her reflection. "We worked so hard for nothing… but they don't realize just as easily as it was cast it can easily be banished…" she broke the CD in two imagining the people they had sent the other copy to doing exactly the same and throwing the pieces into the garbage.

She then got the next person on the list a photo of a boy with a smiling face brown curls fell into a mess all around his face as his hazel eyes gazed back at her. "So cold were his words that now they reach out to burn him, he has no more pride, nor does he have the love of his life. By the new moons third night his love will be out of sight" she didn't wish for her to be hurt just for her to find someone else. She placed the photo in the pot once again burning it.

She picked up the last photo it was one of a girl with fire red hair and emerald green eyes. She was a dancer each of them had their own talents each of them were going to lose it. She picked up the pins and began to put them threw her legs.

"May fairy lights guild her along the dance floor, playful fairies, make her fall" she placed the photo in the box that was carved with a dragon she took the pot to her window opened it wide and let the ashes fall out and blow in the wind. She then took the box and the plastic bag and went outside to her back yard. She dug a hole with her bare hands and opened the bag letting the ashes fall inside.

"I bury my past I bury these friends. I exile them from my life destiny chins now shatter for I am free of them…" she finished burying the ashes then went to another part of the yard that was full of flowers and began digging another hole. She opened the box and took out the photo placing it into the whole.

"Fairies I offer you her dance. Trick her into surrendering it so you may hold another soul captive" she finished burying the picture, stood up, and went back to her room. She collapsed on the bed so tired she fell asleep as tears rolled down her face.

-8- Paper bags and angry voices under a sky of dust another wave of tension has more than filled me up I'm a talk of taking Acton these words were never true now I find myself in question (they point a finger at me again) guilty by association (you point a finger at me again)-8-

This is the prelude… kinda... hope ya liked it

Scene changes brought to you by Linkin Park "Run Away"

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