NFTA: I just now realized that the live version of chapter 1 featured no form of break when the scene transitions. I put them in on the word processor, and am not sure why they didn't show up. I'll try to make sure it works properly and I apologize if it inconvenienced anyone. Also, to anyone who decided to peruse this, I am sorry for the long time between updates.

Chapter 2:

Kurama's eyes opened. He looked around and realized he was in a dream. His room, instead of being dark, was lit up, and, instead of having electric lights, there were candles on his desk. Outside the windows, snow swirled and danced about, a magical ballet of wonder. Of course, it was April, and he lived in a coastal depression, so the snow was out of place. It was Friday night, and he could sleep in tomorrow, so Kurama decided to play around in the dream some. He rose out of bed and walked to the window.

As he opened it, he began to hear music, a mixture of strings and a harp, playing a spine-tingling melody, simple but serious. It made him feel lonely: the perfect winter music. The window began to dissolve into snow as a wind whipped through, followed by the rest of the room, and suddenly he was standing in a forest, lit by silent, ghostly moonlight. He wasn't sure what to do, so he began to walk through the snow. The wind whipped up a swirling blizzard, and he began to falter from its force.

But suddenly, ahead, he saw a light. Kurama was certain it had not been there before, but, in dreams things often happen that way. He forced his way through the snow towards the glow. As he approached, the glow resolved into a cozy cabin. Already feeling the imaginary warmth, he ran the last stretch and opened the door. It creaked open and inside he tumbled, thankful to be out of the snow.

"Erm…hello again. It's Suichi, right?"

Kurama started and turned towards the voice. It was the boy from the other night, Kyle. So, he had travelled to this boy's dream again.

"Yes, Suichi, and you are Kyle?"

"Yep. I'm guessing it's a bit cold outside?"

"Indeed."

"Ah hell come on, pull up a chair next to the fire. I'll get you some tea."

Kurama needed no further invite. He pulled a wooden chair up to the fire and basked in the radiant heat. Kyle came back with a steaming mug and handed it over. Kurama sipped appreciatively, it was a strong black tea, cut with a bit of sugar.

"Well, Kyle, I will cut the ice by saying, I don't think it's a coincidence that I have visited your dreams twice, not under my own power. You must have called me here."

He left out that it takes a great amount of spirit energy, and control, to call others to one's dreams.

"I'm not quite sure why you're here actually. I'm not sure what you mean about calling you. I haven't done anything like that, well, consciously. But, my dreams haven't been normal lately."

"I see. Well, tell me Kyle, where are you located at?"

"Ha, well, right now I'm on a plane, headed to Japan, some city somewhere around Tokyo."

"Oh..really? Any idea what city it is?"

"No, sorry, I can never remember the name. But, I know I'm going to be joining, Sarayashiki Junior High?"

Kurama laughed, "Well, Kyle, this is definitely no coincidence, that is where I attend school."

"Huh, how about that." Kyle stared at the fire. His face seemed darker than before.

"Hey, listen, Suichi, you may want to go."

"What for? I'm enjoying this night of surprises."

"Yeah, me too, but, it's just that, they're coming."

"Who is coming?", but Kurama knew the answer before he finished. He could feel the foul youki from whatever it was drawing near.

"Oh man, I'm sorry, I thought I had longer. I can hold them off if you want to get away."

Kurama's gaze narrowed dangerously, "Why I shall do no such thing Kyle. Demons that attack people during dreams are lower than low, they anger me greatly. I shall fight them." He felt in his hair and pulled out a rose. With a swell of energy, he swept it to the side, and a verdant whip emerged in his hand, covered in thorns. Rose petals erupted from him, and a beautiful fragrance filled the room.

"Wow, that's pretty cool! That thing looks dangerous."

"Yes, I suppose it is "cool", Kurama chuckled in spite of himself, "but, Kyle, do you have anything to defend yourself with? This isn't just a dream now, these demons are real, and vicious."

"Yeah, I can handle it", Kyle stood up, and a cool wind flowed around him. Kurama felt a huge burst of energy erupt, but it was not normal spirit energy, it was too pure. Kyle was now sporting a pair of white, beautiful wings on his back.

"Alright, Suichi, let's go."

"Okay Kyle, but you can call me Kurama."

A furious screeching came from outside, and the logs of the cabin began to rattle. The two boys stood together, ready to fight.

Koenma snorted imperiously at Yusuke and Kuwabara after they related their story of the mysterious attacker, "Well, okay then, what was his message?"

The two boys stared.

"Er, what do ya mean?" Kuwabara asked.

Koenma placed his face in the palm of his hand. Why did he even bother sometimes?

"He said he was a messenger. Messengers usually have MESSAGES TO GIVE! Did you really just beat the tar out of him without finding out why he was there?"

Yusuke answered, "Um, whoops, yeah, you said it just about right."

"Well, Yusuke, for some reason I'm not all that surprised, but I think I know what it may have been about regardless. Come with me."

They moved into his office. Koenma pressed a button on his desk and the wall slid open on the opposite wall, revealing a screen.

"Ogre, play the tape."

After a grumble from his office assistant, the screen flickered to life. On it was a girl, standing in a field.

"You called us in here for this, shorty?" Yusuke asked.

"Just keep watching, you bumbling oaf."

A large demon walked into the clearing, and faced the girl. Without warning he charged forward. The girl did nothing, then, charged forward herself. She jumped up and began beating the living hell out of the unfortunate attacker. Blow after blow rained in on his head and torso, faster and faster. The girl landed a tremendous punch to his stomach, winding him and driving him down to his knees. She jumped over his head, behind his back. The trio of viewers saw nothing for a second, but then, a blue rod of energy, shaped like a sword, exited his stomach. His intestines flew out everywhere from the force of the impalement. He screeched out a horrible dying scream, then fell over on the pile of his own guts. The girl stood behind him, the blue energy engulfing her right arm. It vanished, and she walked off without saying a word.

"HOLY FREAKING CRAP she beat the shit out of that guy!" Yusuke yelled, "Did you SEE that explosion of guts?"

Kuwabara simply looked pale, and had to run out into the hall.

"This may be your next opponent, Yusuke", Koenma stated gravely. "We know nothing about her, besides that she works for a human turned-demon. He's relatively new on the scene, but he's made quite a name for himself in human/demon artifact trafficking, and various other dangerous exploits."

"Dangerous exploits?" Yusuke retorted, "She just made that guy take a bath in his own body parts! And where the hell do we come into this anyway? Does this girl or this mysterious guy have a name?"

Koenma sighed, rubbing his face in his hand. So much to explain. Was it even worth it now? Or was it simply too late? Kuwabara shuffled back in, his complexion by now a more normal color.

"Alright you two, listen up! We have no name on the man. Everyone refers to him by generic monikers like "The boss". They call this girl Roku. She is a human, but she has been, altered somehow, obviously. We have no idea what has been done, to give her such power. But we do know the doctor, Shigure has been employed for some time by our newest kingpin-"

"Hey wait", Kuwabara interjected, "Why would someone name their kid "six"? That's a pretty stupid name."

Koenma didn't bother to reprimand him, there was no time.

"She's called "six" because more than likely, she's the sixth person they've tried whatever this procedure is on. It's a nickname, and that's not what is important right now!" he finished in his trademark yell.

"Alright, squirt, what is it then?" The seriousness of what he had seen was causing Yusuke to feel extremely uncomfortable.

Koenma took a deep breath, leveling his voice.

"We believe she's been dispatched to take you out, Yusuke. And not just you, but your friends, and quite possible everyone you care for."