Prince Elmo: Yes, ladies! At the request of many of my readers, I am writing a sequel. You can stop looking surprised now.

I'm currently working hard on a proper title and a proper plot, seeing as I haven't even thought of either of them. So far, this is all I got. And I've decided to post this already, just to annoy the snot out of you! It could take a while before I start posting the rest.

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My heart goes out to JC, my lovely BETA. Who has stood by me through Something Wicked and has enough patience to stand by me through the sequel. She's my muse, my advisor and she's a genius when it comes to storylines. (blows her a kiss) You know I love you.

Oh, and Hiei will act Emo in this one. Beware. Don't get sucked in, for there is no coming back.

Hiei: (walks in, shirtless, with letters painted onto his chest) Prince Elmo does not own Yu Yu Hakusho.

Even though it's already 5 years since her death, you never truly lost her until now.

Her body may have perished, but her soul lived on in a new life. It was comforting to know that the fire she possessed didn't die out completely. That her spirit didn't get buried with her. Despite knowing that you could never meet her again, you were at peace with it. You were content with just watching her.

And in one short moment, it had all come undone.

You were tired after a day's work and hoped you could get some peace of mind by watching her sleep. It seemed like humans flocked towards the Demon World these days as if someone was handing out free donuts. The rain made your cloak heavy. Combined with your exhaustion, it made it difficult for you to keep your balance on the branch just outside her window.

You decided that as long as you didn't wake her, it would be safe to come inside for shelter. You had always hated rain. And she had always loved it.

The little girl had a small smile on her face, as you softly pushed her window open. It made no noise as it gave way under your hand. Her soft breathing continued. Your aura flared around you, making short work of the water in your clothes. The warmth in her room quickly seeped into your bones. You stood beside her bed.

You had never been this close to her, you only watched her from afar. Your hand reached for her unrecognisable face, before clenching into a fist and falling back to your side. She neither looked nor felt anything like the girl you had cared about. (Author: Felt as in vibes. Not felt as in Hiei-the-pedophile-has-come-to-harass-you.)

You could just barely keep yourself from snorting out loud. Cared? Who were you trying to fool here? It was love and you know it.

You were just too stubborn to realise it until it was too late.

She, on the other hand, knew exactly what she had wanted. That's why she kept coming back to you, no matter how much you had hurt her. Why she didn't cower in fear as you threatened her like most women do. Not to mention the way she had unintentionally flirted with you.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have really pretty eyebrows?"

A small smile curved your mouth upwards as you got lost in the memories of her lame jokes and borderline insane behavior. If only you had a second chance, like she does...

A soft moan had snapped you out of your memories. The little girl tossed and turned in her sleep, a nightmare invading her pleasant dreams. Her magical aura, much weaker than yours, flared around her restless body in irregular patterns. No, this was not a nightmare, but a memory from her previous life. The life she had lived with you. For a short while at least.

You sat down on her soft bed and reached for her. The soft flesh of her cheek resting easily in your palm. But she jerked her face away with a whimper, clutching her covers close to her. You took your bandana from your forehead, determined not to let bad memories haunt her peaceful sleep.

Her young mind was no match for your Jagan eye. But as soon as you looked inside her mind, you lurched away from her as if she had burned you.

"She...She is not..."

Soft violet eyes had snapped open with a sharp gasp and you realised that you had spoken out loud. Those eyes made contact with yours.

Before she could even draw a breath to scream, you bolted out of the window by pure reflex. Blind in your haste, you went to the only place you could think of.

And here you stand, in an ancient temple that lost its strong, magical protection about 5 years ago. The artifact that had needed that protection has been returned here, but it lost its appeal to potential thieves.

That precious artifact is the Eye of Corax. A terrifying weapon with the power to resurrect and control the undead. That was before she had sacrificed her life to seal the magic within the Eye. Now it's just a dull, grey gem with a piece of string attached to it, lying on an abandoned altar. As powerless as it is ugly. You scowl at it in disgust.

Her life for a piece of jewelry. It hardly seemed real.

You draw a deep breath, your hand clutching the handle of your katana. And now, her soul is missing too. There is nothing you, Botan or Koenma can do about it. Her soul is not the responsibility of the Spirit World.

The meager consolation you had drawn from knowing that she lived on has vanished.

You're shaking with rage, standing in front of the altar. In front of the reason your heart aches with a pain you refuse to accept. If only she hadn't been so foolish! You would've figured out a way to defeat Saki eventually, but she just had to be the big hero and save the day.

Her death was a tragedy. Yours would've been a blessing. So why? Why did she pass away.

"Why did she leave me?", You finally whisper the thought that has been on the edge of your mind ever since her death.

A scream that closely resembles a battle cry is torn from your throat. In one fluid motion, you rip your katana from its sheath and lunge for the tangible nightmare that cost you a loved one.

Just a blink of an eye later, you're on your knees, next to the altar. The metallic clang of your katana hitting the stone floor echoes through the large room, as it slips from your nerveless fingers. It barely disguises the delicate sound the Eye of Corax makes, as half of it bounces off the floor a few yards away from you.

For a moment, you can only hear your own ragged breathing.

Then, another scream is torn from your throat and you slam your fist into the side of the altar. You stubbornly ignore the sickening crunch of bones breaking.

Another gem hits the ground with a barely-noticed sound. It rolls over to its grey friend, who lays on the floor in pieces.

Miles away, lungs that haven't been used in years draw in a long breath. Numb limbs begin to spasm and a distant mind struggles to regain consiousness. Unusually coloured eyes flutter open to meet total darkness, only to be squeezed shut again. With a soft groan, her stiff back arches.

"Ow...shit..."

Even to her own ears, her voice sounds like she's been to hell and back. Reaching up to rub her eyes, her hand comes in contact with soft fabric.

"What the...?"

Suddenly wide awake, the young woman fingers the cloth and follows it around with her hands. It completely surrounds her. Then she notices that she is lying quite comfortably on a pillow. It confuses her.

She draws in a much needed deep breath. The air is heavy with an earthy tang. Then her eyes snap open in darkness and realisation hits her like a ton of bricks.

Jaiden Sterling has been buried alive.

Prince Elmo: This is it so far. Don't worry, it will all be explained. Let me know what you think.