Alrighty, this is my first fic that I put on fanfiction(.)net! I am posting it again because…. It's been REVAMPED!!! Alright, good then. I might have Samara write an ending funny or something every now and then. ^-^ Anywho, story time!

Dancing at the End of Time

Story by: Wolf of the Red Moon

Beta: FoxWolfDemon

Pairings: HieixOC, KuramaxOC, OCxOC (xD), and anyone else I decide to pair together!

Disclaimer: Wolf of the Red Moon does not own anything from the anime Yu Yu Hakusho and makes no money from the production of this fic.

Claimer: Wolf of the Red Moon does own the characters: Kira and Samara. Take them from her without proper permission and there is a slight chance you could be eaten by rabid field mice while you sleep…

Chapter 1 Double Trouble
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BEEP… BEEP… BEEP!

Oh my god… what the hell?!

BEEP..BEEP..BEEP!

…That stupid alarm clock…

BEEPBEEPBE--

The persistent beep of the alarm was abruptly silenced as the clock hit far wall of the bedroom.

"Stupid, satanic clock…," A young girl grumbled as she stumbled out of the bed to pick up the pieces of the broken machine, and set them on the nightstand. She had only meant to turn the thing off, yet instead she had succeeded in throwing it across the room. Again.

Way to go, Kira, she scolded herself, there goes another $10 down the drain.

"I'm awake, I'm awake," The girl, Kira, mumbled on, "Who came up with school in the first place!? They should be shot."

Slowly (and a little clumsily) she entered the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom, and stumbled to the sink to look in the mirror.

Rubbing her eyes, Kira tried to wipe the dreamy-eyed look out of them. She studied both of them, almost like she was making sure they were the same color as yesterday. Yup, same color indeed. The left was a nice, cool blue color--kind of like ice, she thought--while the right was a warm gold--like… grain! Grain was gold, right?

Grabbing a brush from the counter, the girl and ran it lazily through her tangled, waist-length, black hair. It straightened rather easily, revealing a red streak that immerged from the mess to frame the left side of her face.

Kira's hair had always been rather easy to brush, getting tangled pretty badly at night, but it brushed straight with little difficulty the next day. It was really not as bad at it looked, she tried to tell people.

Satisfied with her hair after the quick run through, Kira stepped out of her room and sauntered sleepily across the hall, opening a door on the other side. Said door lead to another bedroom. This one belonging to that of Samara, her twin sister.

Strolling swiftly to her sister's side, Kira kicked the bed--hard--causing the headboard to hit the wall with a loud BANG which she had no doubt people outside the building could hear. It was always hard to get her sister up in the morning.

She had a dent in the wall behind her bed from the amount of force Kira had to put into it almost every day. One day the wall would come crumbling down and it would be all because of the effect Samara's sleeping habits had on Kira's temper.

"Come on, it's time to get up," she stated loudly, an annoyed edge in her velvety voice.

"… Don't want to… too early," Samara replied with a yawn and pulled the silky covers back over her head, as if hiding could help.

"Too bad, if I have to go to that god forsaken hellhole, then so do you, and it's starting in ten," Kira retorted.

"… Ten…? Ten… what?" Samara questioned groggily, pulling the blanket down just enough to peer out at her sibling.

"What do you think!? Minutes, Sam!!! Now get up!" Kira said and kicked the bed again before walking back to her own room, where she proceeded to dress for the day.

They were suppose to wear the uniforms the school had sent, but those ugly things didn't sit well with the girls and completely clashed with their personalities, so they didn't wear them.

Instead, Kira put on a black and gray stripped tub top (one that goes all the way down, like a shirt without sleeves) that fit tight against her form, and tied the soft ebony ribbon around her ribs just below her breasts.

The first pair of jeans she saw hanging in her closet was the pair that she put on. They were tight at the top and opened up in a nice boot cut at the bottom. Most of her pants were like this, but these were some of the longer ones that dropped low on her waist, and almost covered her feet at the bottom. A couple of silver chains went through a belt loop on one side, causing them to drape down her other leg.

This was her usual wear, and she'd be damned before she let those prissy little school officials change it.

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Meanwhile in Samara's room, she had finally--by some great miracle--decided to get out of bed, and get ready for the proclaimed "hellhole" some maniac had the nerve to name school.

She brushed through her raven hair, fixing it up properly so that the blond streak on the under layer would lay nice and visible. Unlike her sister, Samara's hair didn't mess quite as badly during the night. It was about the same as it was when she had went to sleep. It was probably due to the fact that she didn't turn much in her slumber, content in one place until she awoke the next day.

A smile broke out over her lips as she blinked and observed her eyes; there was little more the girl was proud of. They were a day-to-day reminder of the things she loved most. The left was a deep sapphire; the deep blue sea, which held endless mysteries and curiosities. The right was a dark emerald; the lush, green forests of her memories where so many adventures had taken place.

Drawing her attention away from the mirror, Samara stood and walked gracefully to her wardrobe and picked out a yellow tank top and slipped it over her head followed by a green plaid button-up shirt. She rolled the sleeves up to her elbows before grabbing a pair of skinny jeans and tugging them on. Three shiny, silver chains were then looped around her waist before she deemed herself presentable, and glided toward the door.

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The siblings walked out of their rooms at the exact same time, acknowledging each other with a glance, then ambled lethargically down the hallway together. They stumbled a bit down the stairs and through the living room, crossing straight to the kitchen for a quick bite to eat. It was more like a quick, grab-and-go pop-tart.

This was to be their first day at a new school, and they could already tell it was going to be a very long day, full of nothing special and a bunch of un-eventfulness. It would be no different than any of the others. Up until now their life had been constistantly: go to school, get bored, cause trouble, and in turn, get kicked out. That's how it always was, that's how it always would be.

Grabbing their school things, the twins slipped on some shoes (some black flip flops for Kira--they were easy to put on and throw off--and a pair of gray and black Steve Madden high heels for Samara--Steve Madden being the only designer she knew) and headed out the door.

Kira and Samara lived alone; their parents had died "mysteriously" when the two were very small, or so said the police. The siblings knew exactly how their parents had died. But, luckily, the two inherited a house from them that was paid off. The not so friendly police had no idea that they had no grown up and lived by themselves there. Now that they were eighteen, their was nothing they could do about it anymore.

The girls turned in to the school courtyard to find all the students outside waiting for the bell ring that signaled the start of first period and the beginning of another day at the "hellhole".

"I hate being early…," Samara grumbled her eyes still heavy from sleep as she stretched and reclined against the building.

"There are too many people out here when it's early," Kira stated in agreement. She was more awake than her sister, because she had woken up earlier.

Kira and Samara really just stuck to themselves most of the time… or at least Kira did… Samara was good with making friends, but in truth, she didn't have one that she wouldn't forget about if something better came along.

Kira was more of the type that enjoyed being alone. She got lonely sometimes when her sister would leave her, but she didn't like anyone here… or anywhere else. They were annoying and she would rather stay all by her lonesome than to have to stare at their ugly faces or smell their putrid aroma.

At that moment, with her sister deep in thought, Samara spotted something she had never seen before, something that erased all the tiredness in her body… or should I say someone.

A red head with deep green eyes… he was one really hot guy, but he didn't stay long. He was talking to a little group of boys, smiling politely at them and laughing like good friends before leaving toward the other high school down the street.

"…Wow…," Samara breathed in not much more than a whisper.

"What is it?" Kira questioned, drawn form her thoughts by her flabbergasted sibling.

"Oh, it's nothing," Samara replied, waving her hand in dismissal.

Kira gave her sister a quizzical look; she knew her twin better than that and it was never nothing when Samara was involved.

"Oooook?" She question, raising a brow.

The bell rang before her sister could reply, and all the little humans flooded into the building.

"Ode to Joy. The torture begins." Kira stated removing herself from the side of the building, and heading for the large double doors to enter the building.

Samara was still thinking about that guy from before. He had seemed so familiar, like she had seen him somewhere before… but just where that was, she hadn't the foggiest. She'd have to talk to that boy later… when she didn't have to be tortured by this stupid school.

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And that is it for the first chapter! It wasn't changed all that much, but I'm trying my hardest to lengthen each one of them… hopefully it wasn't too bad... For those people who are just now reading my work, don't look at the other stuff!!! It's so old!!! I wrote it years ago!! And for those of you who have read my stuff and are taking the time to tune back in, I know you will be happy to know that this story does have an ending now and I've even thrown a few surprises in!!

So anyway, did you love it? hate it? Anything?

Please give your thoughts! Please review!

~ Wolf of the Red Moon

Preview:

There are controllers… and then there are controllers; the kind that you use and the kind that use you. Who would have thought that you could experience both in the same day? It figures something like this would happen to us…

--- Samara [signing off]