This would be my second installment of my Lost Soul series. Yeah, I made a series. Either I have way too much time on my hands, or I'm just bored. Enjoy.

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Lost Soul II : Rebirth

Prologue:

Time changes things. That's an utter fact that we all have to deal with. But time effected Sona's world in a great way. As she grew up in a world that resembled hell, she changed. Who knows if the change was for the better. All that matters is everything ended up changing. Her feelings and will power. She had become so strong. Did the strength really matter in the end?

Now, three years later, Amara, the reborn self of Sona, was living in paradise. Surrounded by nature, and letting her creativity consume her. It was invigorating being on her own. Nineteen and living freely. Was she happy? For the most part yes. And yet… the taste of certain boy's, who is now man, lips still remained. The memory of the his striking red eyes looking upon her, and the touch of his broad hand gently moving down her back still lay in the back of her mind. Often these memories would be relived in her dreams. What wonderful dreams they were…

She had been traveling Europe in search of something that even she didn't know what it was she was looking for. By the end of her journey, she knew what it was. And she knew where to find it.

Tokyo.

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Amara walked the streets of Tokyo. "Nothings changed." she said to herself, while watching people pass her.

Her thigh length hair was tied back, but her bangs had grown over her orange eyes partially. She wore black pants, a black tank covered by black fishnet, and a dark red leather jacket with black boots covered in straps and buckles. The style matched her attitude. Since leaving, she had found a job that was little to be proud of. Assassin. I kid you not. Currently, she was the best. But she kept her identity secret. She needed the cash, since the government hadn't given her inheritance from her mother's death. With out a doubt they had to expect her of their murder, but she didn't want anything to do with it.

Angel of Death, was her nickname as an assassin. Hired because her swiftness. Never doing jobs that included torture of any kind. She could simply touch a person, if she wanted to, and could paralyze them. In this darker world of betrayal she had been trapped in, she found uneasy company. Kiore. First class assassin, like her. Gorgeous guy with dark brown hair that when spiked stood limply a foot above him. His eyes were a silvery color, that seemed to change with emotion. He was pure human. But he gave off the energy that made him seem to be demonic. 6 foot 2 inches tall. He was model material. This was another part of her past that she regretted.

Kiore took her in as an accomplice. A partner of sorts. They did the tough jobs together and split the profit down the middle. Kiore was fascinated by her. Almost obsessed. She couldn't handle being with him. He wanted so much, and she couldn't give it. Of course, her leaving had only happened about a week ago… Bottom line, Amara went where she wanted and didn't want to be tied down. (Tied down…one of the things Kiore had in mind…handcuffs…*shake head* no thank you….) Only person she would make an exception for was living in this city.

Amara approached the door of the loft, holding her breathe, and knocked. A woman with long blonde hair answered, and she suddenly felt the urge to run.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked, as a little boy runs up beside her.

"Uh…I'm looking for a guy named Hiei, you wouldn't happen to know anything about his whereabouts, would you?" she looked at the kid searching for any resemblance to Hiei.

"Oh, of course. He moved out of here long ago. Nice guy too. I believe he said he was going to take up traveling. I don't really know." the woman smiled.

Amara held in a sigh of relief, and replied. "Thank you. Sorry for your trouble." and walked away.

She chuckled to herself while walking away.

Okay, now where the hell do I go? She thought. Now smiling she headed for Kuwabara's place.

When she knocked, Shizuru answered, looking at her weird.

"Hello, remember me?" Amara asked, smiling.

"Sona, right?"

Amara didn't feel like correcting her. "Hey, so would you happen to know where your brother is?"

"Try the Malt shop. I think everyone went down there." Shizuru added. "How's life been?"

"Alright, I guess." Amara answered. Life had been okay, even though she was the whole, renown assassin. Wouldn't mommy dearest be proud?…

"You sound so enthusiastic." Shizuru joked.

"Yeah, kind of hard to describe, you know? I've been keeping busy. I guess that's all I can really say." Amara looked at Shizuru.

"Well, hope you do alright." Shizuru said, excusing herself.

The malt shop. The first place they had all really bonded.

Amara stood in the doorway of the shop searching around for familiar faces, when someone yelled from behind. "Hey, freak girl! Didn't think you'd be back." She had expected it to be Kuwabara, but it was some towering mass with beady eyes, and roll upon roll of muscle.

"Who the hell are you?" she questioned, craning her neck to try to see the guy's face.

"Three years ago, you messed with my affairs!" he growled.

"Oh, I remember you now. Weren't you that asshole that was beating on that girl, so I knocked the shit out of you?" she inquired.

"Yeah, and I want a rematch!" he roared.

"Amara?" Yusuke's voice asked from a booth. His hair was spiked and he looked almost the same.

"Hey Yusuke! Just give me a minute, and I'll be right their." Amara smiled while dodging a gigantic fist.

"Do you want some help?" Kurama poked his head around. He had his hair cut so it looked straight, and fell to his ears.

"Oh I'll be fine. This guys a push over." she jumped over and oncoming kick. With a jab to the stomach, the over grown jerk off flew out the door and landed on his ass. He got up and charged her. The crowd from in the shop came outside to watch her. Kurama, Yusuke, and Kuwabara included. Kuwabara hadn't changed at all. To stop the force of the lard wall parading towards her, she just stood there waiting for the blow. It came, and did nothing. Her right hand held his clenched fist from her face, and you could hear the agonizing cracking of his fingers.

"Owe!!!!" he screamed.

"Give up." she ordered.

"Nooo!!!" he yelled.

"Fine." and with that she turned around and elbowed him in the groin.

He stumbled over holding himself, rocking back and forth with pain.

"Told you he was a push over." she smiled looking back at them.

They headed back in while the guy pulled himself together and ran off.

"So, what have you been doing the past three years?" Kurama asked her as they sat down at the booth.

Amara attempted to brush her bangs away, but they fell back into place, as usual.

"Traveling." she replied nonchalantly

"Did you get a job?" Kuwabara questioned, almost falling out of his seat trying to reach a penny on the floor.

"Um…no…" she said not expecting a question pertaining to something of the sort.

"Good, then there will be nothing stopping you from helping us." Yusuke sighed a bit relieved.

"What do you mean? What's wrong?" she inquired, oblivious to what was going on.

"Several days ago Enma Daioh, Koenma's father, was found dead." Kurama began.

"The Ruler of Spirit World is dead?" Amara's eyes got big. How could he be dead? Rulers are suppose to practically be immortal. It made absolutely no sense.

"They think that some radicals that are against the government broke in a did it, but these radicals would have to be pretty damn strong to destroy a man that had so much power." Yusuke added.

"Do they have any leads?" she asked still in shock.

"Yeah. They know who ordered the attack." Kuwabara started dramatically.

"Mishu Icasake. International businessman, with a bad reputation for betting. He gambles on anything. Horses, dogs, stinkin lottery tickets. This guy left a paper trail behind him." Yusuke finished.

"What does Koenma plan on doing about this?"

"He wants to use Mishu's love of gambling, and catch him screwing over one of his business associates. It's the only legal way he can get to him." Kurama continued, "The Demon World Tournament will be the biggest event that includes the slimiest businessmen betting on their teams. Without a doubt, Mishu will be entering his team, the same rebels that killed Enma, into the competition."

"Koenma thinks this guy will be doing some double dealing at this event, so Koenma's making all of you go as his team, right?" she guessed and all the boys nodded.

"Exactly. Koenma should be able to catch Mishu red handed if he plays his cards right. Then there will be one last dirty human in this world." Kuwabara spoke through yawning.

"Oh, fun." she muttered sarcastically.

"We only have one problem. We need a fifth fighter." Yusuke smiled at Amara.

Suddenly under pressure, Amara caved.

"Alright. I will help you guys, but there is one thing that puzzles me…" she agreed.

"What?" they all asked in unison.

"If there is a group of people strong enough to bring down the almighty ruler of Spirit World, how the hell are we suppose to beat them?"

"We wing it." Yusuke answered a minute later.

"Okay. If I'm the fifth fighter, who's the fourth?" she raised her eyebrow.

"Hiei. He promised he'd meet us at the Tournament." Kurama noticed the look of anticipation on her face. "Did the mentioning of Hiei sweeten the deal?"

She blushed. "No."

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That was about two months ago. Since then, Amara and the boys had been training there asses off just to gain some headway. The question still loomed. 'Would they be strong enough to defeat this mysterious team?"

Of course she had her doubts but she kept some optimism. In the time that they all trained, she had never given away her secret job as an assassin. They would never understand what had possessed her to go into that line of business. Dreams of Kiore intertwined with those of Hiei, so she found herself losing sleep. It was a never ending cycle. The dream would start out with pleasant memories of Hiei and end with a nightmare about Kiore. Really, the entire sleeping situation was a bitch. Well, less sleep, more training.

Kuwabara had mastered his spirit sword. Amara couldn't help but stand back and laugh whenever he extended it. Kurama didn't help matters either. He would stand next to her and whisper, "The force the is strong in this one." She guessed that he was a closeted Star Wars fan. Anyway, they bonded and all became better friends.

At the end of their training, they had all increased there immunity to common attacks. Defensive and offensive, the battle was looking better already. Now all they had to do was show up at the Tournament, ready to kick ass.