There was a long, narrow hallway before her, and it seemed to go on forever. A girl of the age of 17 seemed to be under some sort of trance as she continues to walk endlessly, her feet making quiet slapping sounds as the movement of her feet pushes her along. She disappeared into darkness, emerging from a shadow somewhere further down the endless maze of halls. She looks from left to right as though in a daze, when the sudden touch of someone's warm arms around her waist causes her to gasp and snap out of the trance. She turns around slowly, as if floating, but she was unable to clearly see the face of the one holding her. Slowly, gently, they push her up against a wall, pressing their body against hers. Her face turns a light shade of crimson as they slowly begin kissing her neck, reaching down and gradually allowing their hand to slowly creep into her pajama top, unbuttoning it slowly. "No…stop…Don't…" She breathes, but they were too strong for her. Slowly, they lift their lips from her neck and bring them closer to her face. "Don't…Stop, Yu—"
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEE—She slaps her hand down on her noisy alarm clock, shutting it off. She groans quietly as she turns over to look out the window parallel to her bed, watching the sunshine groggily as it streams in dully from behind her curtains. "…" She looks slowly around her room, waking up very gradually as most teens did at this time of day. Her eyes slowly lower to her alarm clock and she stares at it for at least thirty seconds before shooting up into a sitting position and grabbing it to make sure she was seeing correctly: 7:45; school started in fifteen minutes. "OMIGOD—WHY DIDN'T ANYONE WAKE ME UP?" She yells, loud enough to wake just about anyone within a block no matter how deep their slumber. She throws the alarm clock across the room, and then shoots into the bathroom, coming out less than a minute later, trying to brush her hair and teeth at the same time. Once her hair was completely brushed and shining, she throws her brush into the bathroom, causing it to crash through the curtain and into the shower. She throws her clothes on quickly, and then runs downstairs after spitting her toothbrush and toothpaste-remnants into the sink, and rinsing her mouth out with a small cup of water. She slides into the kitchen and drops into the closest chair. "I don't have much time left to eat. I'll grab some toast on the way." She explains as she then begins stuffing her mouth rather rabidly with the omelet made and placed before her. "All right." A pale young woman, perhaps in her late twenties to early thirties, gives a smile of understanding as she slowly fades into view from out of nowhere. "Maybe you should set your alarm for an earlier time." Chuckles a man of about the same age, who appeared in the room the same way as the woman. "No way! I stay up late studying as it is, and there is no way—AH! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" She cries as she grabs a piece of toast and runs for the door. "Wait!" The young woman calls, hurrying after her. She didn't even bother to use the door leading from the kitchen to the hallway…just went straight through the wall. "Don't forget your lunch, Amara." "Fanks, mrm." The young blonde, Amara, mumbles through the toast she held between her teeth as she rushes to pull on her shoes. "And you're shirt is backwards!" "Thank you!" She calls as she high-tails it out the front door, flipping her shirt around quickly but without revealing her bra as she takes a huge bite of toast. She could hear the six-minute bell off in the distance and she lets out a cry of alarm, running faster if it even seemed possible.
The blonde girl managed to reach the school gates shortly after the six-minute bell, panting and wiping the perspiration from her forehead. She lets out a sigh of relief, and then begins her walk across the school grounds and on into the building. She glances up at one of the windows as she passes under the shadow of one of the school's trees, catching a glimpse of a shorthaired brunette. She pauses and blinks; she could have sworn she just saw…
"Excuse me, young lady." Amara turns to see a rather chubby older gentleman, suit, balding head, and all. "Um…yes?" She holds her school bag casually over her shoulder with one arm and leaves her other arm hanging from her shoulder. "The bell's about to ring. Shouldn't you be in your class by—?" As if on cue, the one-minute bell rang. The seventeen year old jumps in alarm and spins on her heel, running for the building. "Gotta run! We can chat later, Mister!" She calls over her shoulder as she dashes for the school. As she disappears into the air-conditioned building, Mr. Takenaka, the school principal, lets out an exasperated sigh. "…Let's just hope we don't have another Urameshi our hands…" He murmurs to himself as he follows after her slowly into the building, heading for his office.
Amara skids to a stop outside her classroom, making it just in time for the final bell to cease it's ringing. She sighs once more with relief, looking up and down the empty hall to make sure no one had seen her. "Phew…" She sighs, before gripping her school bag firmly in her right hand while straightening her skirt with her left. "They really should make these things more comfortable…I think I'll see about getting my hands on the boys' uniforms." She grumbles to herself, and then straightens as she hears her new teacher announce the coming of a new classmate and then calls for her. "You can come in now, Ms. Youkohama." A young-looking man in a typical suit that most teachers would wear stood behind the desk facing her as she slid open the door, smiling in a good-humored manner. "Ms. Youkohama transferred here just a couple of weeks ago, right?" He gives her a smile as she approaches the middle of the front of the classroom and stops, and she nods. "Yeah." "…Um, ok, well…why don't you tell your new classmates a little about yourself." Once again slinging her bag casually over her shoulder, she gives another nod. "My name is Amara Youkohama, and I lived around here until about ten years ago when I suddenly had to move. I'm glad to be back in Sarayashiki, and I intend to show some of the punks that have gotten out of hand around here who's boss. I'll beat the living daylights out of anyone who tries to stop me." She pauses, allowing what she had just said to sink in. She had a dead-serious look on her face, and the class was absolutely silent. Amara suddenly allows a big, cheesy grin to tug her frown from her lips. "I'm just messing with you guys! Lighten up, geez!" She laughs, and a few students let out a nervous laugh while the brunette girl she had seen from outside before simply blinks, staring at her strangely. The blonde stops as her grin slowly fades, and she and the brunette stare at one another for a minute. "…Oh my…gosh!" Both girls exclaim in unison before Amara drops her bag and the brunette stands from her seat, both girls meeting where the front of the class and the desks met. "Keiko, it's been a while!" "Amara, how are you? I can't believe it's really you!" "I can't believe it's you! You're looking good!" "I could say the same to you!" Now it was everyone else's turn to stare. Finally, the class couldn't take it anymore, and it became difficult for the teacher to quiet them down again. Kids began either chitchatting with each other, or asking Keiko and Amara questions. "You guys really know one another?" "Keiko, do you really know this girl…?" Keiko's friends were the first ones to really ask, as they stared at Amara doubtfully. In their eyes, it seemed that poor Keiko had begun to hang out with the wrong crowd. 'First Yusuke Urameshi, and now this girl…' they thought together, watching the two old friends with nervous smiles and laughter. "So, new girl, have you found a boyfriend yet? I know some great places…" The boys, of course, had to "test the water before jumping in". "Uh, well, I…" "Where are you from? I mean, aside from here…" "Are you a country girl?" "Yeah right!" And so the conversations and questions continued, until finally the teacher had to break it up. "EVERYONE BACK TO YOUR SEATS! THE BELL RANG SEVERAL MINUTES AGO!" He bellowed suddenly through a makeshift megaphone, or rather, a packet he had rolled into a cone. All of the students quickly ceased conversing, and the class hushed once more. Slowly, the high schoolers made their way back to their desks and sat down in their chairs, then scooted comfortably into position while Amara went and got her bag. "Anyway…" She continues. "Can't wait to make some friends, study hard, and all that stuff." She bows politely to everyone, then gives them another cheesy grin and held up her pointer and middle fingers in a "Peace" sign before finding her seat setting her bag beside her chair. The blonde girl glances to her left and smiles softly to herself at the sight of having her seat right next to the windows. "Now," the teacher begins. "If everyone will take out their English books and open to page 14, we'll start our lesson. Ms. Yukimura, would you mind going first?" "Yes, sir." Keiko answers politely after opening her book, and stands from her seat to read aloud…
"Finally!" A dark haired boy the age of seventeen grunts to himself as he stretches his arms high into the air. The lunch bell had just rung and awoken him from his nap, and boy was he starved. He was wearing the correct uniform for once after much nagging from his friend Keiko, and bitching from Kazuma Kuwabara about how much of a delinquent he was being, even in high school. After a good bit of stretching and feeling the breeze blow through his hair, the young Mazuuku Spirit Detective leaps to his feet and gazes out over the school grounds. "Stupid school, stupid rules…stupid boring life." He grumbles to himself as he watches many of the school's students emerge from the building to enjoy their lunches outside. Turning away from the fence surrounding the roof, he looks over the empty roof he was used to occupying day after day after day, glancing over the small structure covering the staircase, and the door leading from said stairway. "Dumb. Keiko had better hurry up with whatever surprise she's got for me. And wait until she gets here to eat my lunch! I should never have agreed to hand it over!" He growls, kicking the fence a bit and causing it to rattle. He sighs and sits down on the rooftop, casually bending his knees slightly and resting his arms on them before rummaging through the pockets of his pants. Pulling out a few small cracker-like snacks and holding them in the palm of his left hand, he takes one between his thumb and pointer finger, balancing it on his thumbnail, then flips it into the air in order to catch it in his mouth. Just before it could land in his open mouth, he feels a fist come down on the back of his head and knock the rest of the crackers from his hand, and the one that he would have caught bounces off of his head and hits the ground. "OUCH! DAMN IT, what was that—?" The dark haired boy turns his head quickly in the direction of his attacker, glaring with annoyance at having just wasted his snack. A blonde girl, wearing the boys' uniform now, stood in front of Keiko, staring down at him with her left eyebrow perked slightly. "I thought I asked you to wait for us, Yusuke!" Keiko snaps, handing him his sack lunch. "You took too long!" He snaps back. "I thought you were going to come at the beginning of lunch with some surprise for me or something!" The blonde girl, Amara, rubs the back of her head and laughs. "Oh, yeah. That'd be my fault for making us late. I couldn't stand that skirt much longer!" She smiles down at him as the dark haired boy, Yusuke, stares at her in annoyance. "And who the Hell are you to think you can just sneak up on me and HIT ME like that?" He growls. Keiko clears her throat as she and Amara sit beside him, Amara on his left and Keiko behind her. "Yusuke," Keiko begins, as Amara takes out her lunch and Keiko begins to put Amara's hair into a braid. "You remember our friend from when we were kids right?" "No, which one? There were too many to count." Yusuke answers sarcastically. Keiko continues as though she never heard that. "You remember her then. She moved suddenly when we were seven." Yusuke blinks. "Oh, yeah…you mean Amara?" Keiko nods, and both girls smile. "Well." Amara chimes in. "I'm back!" Yusuke blinks as what she said takes a moment to register. When it finally clicked, his eyes widened and he got a big, goofy grin on his face, pointing at her in disbelief. "No way! It's really you? Where the Hell have you been?" Amara laughs and Keiko smiles as she finishes braiding Amara's hair, and they all begin eating their lunches. "Well…I've been in Japan this whole time, but because of…eh…business, my family and I had to move suddenly. Sorry I never said good-bye. Believe me, I wanted to…" Keiko smiles and nods in understanding. "Well, that's ok! You're back now, safe and sound!" Amara smiles a little, then her gaze falters and she quickly glances from her lunch back to their faces. "Yeah!" She says with a cheerful smile. She and Keiko smile and nod at each other, then begin chatting and catching up on what had gone on during Amara's ten-year absence. Yusuke was the only one not speaking, for as they spoke he was studying Amara silently. Keiko hadn't seen it, but Yusuke had noticed when Amara's cheerful exterior gave way for an instant. Several minutes later, Keiko volunteered to throw away their trash, and Amara thanked her and smiled, turning to Yusuke once she had gone inside. "So, how are things with you two? You seem to be getting along pretty well." The young blonde girl grins and nudges Yusuke's arm with her elbow, winking at him. She stops and blinks when he continued to watch her and didn't smile. "…Yusuke? What is it?" She cocks her head slightly to one side in a questioning manner, as he looks at her seriously. "Amara, why did you really leave? What was the 'business'—?" He was interrupted as the bell signaling the end of lunch rang. She hadn't heard his question, so the fair-haired girl stands as soon as she hears it. "Rats. Back to class then…Let's meet after school, ok? I want to see the arcade Keiko says you're so crazy about." He begins to respond, but she waves and was gone before he could say a word. Sighing in exasperation, Yusuke leans against the wall again, closing his eyes in order to nap until school was out for the day…