Hey! This is my very first YYH fic, so be gentle *sighs* I'm starting to get the hand of this... I think. Anyway, my fic is going to be really original. If you're tired of all the usual YYH fics, and you want original goodness, you've come to the right place. Don't worry, this fic is going to contain every genre: Action/Adventure, Humor, Romance, you name it! So if you've been finally waiting for a YYH fic that's written well without grammar mistakes, here it is. Enjoy, and don't forget to review!

And, I want to dedicate this fanfic to my friend Wicked-Wytch who inspired me to write a Yu Yu Hakusho fanfic. Her story, Darque Tournament, is one of the best stories around, so make sure to read it!

Oh, BTW, I chose my Japanese title 'Dame Yume' for good reason. It means 'Bad Dream'.

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Blood...

The ominous voice rang louder in his ears, and fear chilled his blood. Perspiration trickled down his forehead, and he let the sweat fall to the black, hardened ground. Kuwabara kept running away, even though his leg muscles were screaming in pain for him to stop. It would've been so damn easy to stop running and face his adversary like a man, but that would quickly resolve in his shameful demise. What the hell was he running away from?

I want your blood...

The dark void glowed with an orange aura as soon as his Spirit Sword erupted from his hands. Why the hell couldn't that damn voice shut up? What did he want from him? He grew hot with anxiety as soon as he realized it... his pursuer only wanted him... dead. In mad frustration, the fourteen-year-old boy swung his sword into the black air, with no success or avail. Where was this guy?

His legs stopped moving and all the energy he had left disappeared immediately. His knees banged hard against the concrete floor and excruciating pain ran through his entire body. He was surrounded by the unpleasant darkness once more, and nausea burst into his head. He moaned in silent pain, and felt like collapsing on the floor to die. His breaths were raspy and short, and despite the fact that he couldn't see anything, he could feel his eyes start to blur.

Suddenly, out in the distance, a shimmering small light started to form. A short figure appeared, and was accompanied by two other entities. In a sudden rush of paranoia, he looked closer to the short shadow that seemed too familiar to not recognize. The black hair with white tips... the dark, midnight black clothes...

"Hei?"

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Kuwabara immediately woke up screaming; his body was dripping with sweat. He grabbed his head in pain and slammed his fists to his bed. What in the hell just happened? That was the weirdest, most unreasonable dream he'd ever had in his short life. Still in confusion and shock, the red-haired boy tucked the covers over himself and quickly, but cautiously went back to bed.

Chapter One

The noisy bustle of everyday Sarayakishi Junior High life was filling up the hallways; girlfriends were talking joyously about their hot boyfriends, preps were practicing cheerleading, the jocks were talking about how awesome they played last night, and finally, the dorks were studying in between classrooms to get perfect scores on their tests. All in all, the day was going as planned. The loud, screeching bell rang and all of the students filed into their classes. A teacher ran down her class roster, and called the names aloud for attendance.

"Yusuke Urameshi?"

Instantly the class quieted down and looked for the boy that was being called for. It was then that they noticed the two empty seats that were residing right next to each other at the very far back of the classroom.

"Kazuma Kuwabara?"

This time, the entire class broke out with a grin and tried to stifle their oncoming laughs. They all knew where the two 'punks' were, and the teacher shook her head and hastily went on with the role. Not many people were in their classrooms that day, for just down the hall, across the D Wing, was the two strongest fighters in the entire high school skipping classes and playing pranks on some of the lower grade kids.

Yusuke sighed in boredom, resting on the wall that was just outside all of his classes. Koanme hadn't really given him a case in a couple of days, and Botan surprisingly hadn't come to annoy him with an assignment lately. What was going on? Before, he wouldn't even have a day's rest without some new demon or threat coming along to snatch his perfect three-day weekend. Now, it was as if everything was peaceful and life had continued without any cases. The ironic thing about it was, he actually missed using his Spirit Gun to kill an enemy. The thrill and excitement of a fight always motivated him to do better, but... now, he craved being out there, risking his life. Damn, he would never take another one of those days for granted again.

He was interrupted of his thoughts as the glare of spirit energy made shadows dance across his body. He smiled smugly, at the scene that was being displayed before him. Kuwabara was working twice as hard to work up his Spirit Sword. It glowed radiantly in his clenched hands, and it towered very high above his head. Damn, that guy was so dedicated and determined. There was not one second that ticked by that Kuwabara wasn't working on improving his skills. He struggled and never gave up, even if it meant his very own life.

"Geez, Kuwabara! You've been working on improving your Spirit Sword for four hours and you still haven't gotten any better."

"Shut up Urameshi! At least I'm not wasting my time thinking about Keiko!"

Yusuke blushed furiously but didn't give up on his verbal assault just yet.

"Oh yeah? What about you, Kuwabara? I see you blush every time you see Botan!"

This caused Kuwabara to immediately shut up, and his Spirit Sword got sufficiently longer than it was before. Without a moment's hesitation, Kuwabara pointed his sword at his rival.

"First off Urameshi, I don't like Botan anymore, I love Yukina. Second off, you have no reason not to be training or working on your spirit gun. You're just being lazy!"

"Lazy? There's no reason to be training anyway... even if you train the entire day; I can still beat your ass."

The reaction was just what Yusuke had thought it would be. Kuwabara's face grew red with hot anger and he was ready to attack with a fast quip.

"What did you say Urameshi? Why don't you just come and say it to my face-"

With that, the loud booming bell sounded throughout the entire school, signifying it was finally the end of the day. The bustle that had gone on in homeroom immediately continued once friends met up with their groups. Almost a few seconds later, Kuwabara and Yusuke were the only people left.

Still angry about his rival's statement, you could practically see smoke coming out of his ears. The entire scene would've been funny if Yusuke was only joking around.

"Hey, don't take it so serious. Anyway, I have stuff to do after school, wanna come?"

"No, I guess I should just go home. Shizuru would kill me if I were late."

With those last two comments, the two strong boys departed their separate ways, and walked down their different streets. Kuwabara furiously stuffed his hands into his pockets, and every step he took resulted in his foot slamming hard against the concrete. How dare Urameshi say he could beat his ass? Couldn't he see the new techniques he was learning on his damn Spirit Sword? Hell, Yusuke couldn't sense a good amount of spirit energy even if it was in front of his nose. How the hell else did he think Hei and Kurama were strong? They were nothing but pathetic, weaklings who thought demons could quickly overpower humans. Well, they were definitely wrong. As long as Kuzama Kuwabara lived, he would show those arrogant demons a thing or two.

He sighed.

A strong current of wind whipped across his surroundings and his clothes waved slowly back and forth, making apparent wrinkles on his white shirt. He looked to the setting sun in peaceful serenity, and his thoughts transpired into the one subject that had been plaguing his thoughts since this morning.

The nightmare.

What was it? What it a sign of the dangers to come? Was it a warning from someone needing help? Or... was it the impending future? Why would someone send him a nightmare of himself in danger? None of this made any sense whatsoever! What was he running away from? Why had Hei been in the dream? What was going on?

Kuwabara winced in anger at his disability of not knowing the damn answers to these damn questions.

"It probably doesn't mean anything... it was just a stupid nightmare..."

He tried to reassure himself, but he knew he would only be lying to himself. As much as he wanted to believe everything was great and his life was without any impending doom, it just wasn't the truth. A feeling of anger and sorrow filled his heart to the brim. It wasn't a good feeling. It wasn't a good feeling at all.

When his home came into view, a sigh escaped his throat. Finally a place where he could feel safe and without the thoughts that burned his soul.

I want blood...

Instantly, he felt as if a ton of fear and guilt was weighed on him. He drowned himself in fear and lost himself in panic. What the hell was that? He looked around, shifting his eyes in every visible direction, but there seemed to be not another soul for miles. Who said that...? Trying to shake the frightening thoughts away, Kuwabara ran inside his house and locked the door.

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