Here we go; first actual chapter. Please be gentle, I'm well aware that I'm probably going to make the characters really oc. I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. Please Review.

When people dream, their brains are trying to tell them something. I know that as a universal, scientific fact. Your fears, your desires, even your future can be revealed to you in dreams; great minds throughout time admitted through history that many answers came in dreams.

My dreams?

I fear them.

The sky was beautiful, the kind of color blue that children's fairy tales paint a picture of; the color blue of a crayon, with white fluffy popcorn clouds that drifted in and out of my vision. Idly, I named shapes…

Bamboo…treasure…fox…

I frowned, squinting, no, that didn't resemble a fox, it looked more like cat with a fluffy tail…and that was just a box, that one was a pile of sticks. And anyway, they were just clouds, that's all.

"Haru-san!" I glanced down and saw Yukimura watching me with those huge eyes. I jumped down from my perch and bowed sweepingly.

"What's up Yukimura?" It irked her that I never used honorifics or referred to her by her first name. It wasn't that I didn't like her (I didn't) or because I was impolite (I was), but more like it was due to the fact that it was just a habit.

For once, though, she didn't berate me about it. Instead she ploughed on, looking stubborn as a bull.

"I need you to find Yusuke for me, please. And Kazuma, if you don't mind." I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.

Urameshi is somewhat of an urban legend at present; he returned from the dead, after trashing his reputation as a heartless punk when he died saving some kid in a traffic accident. Now he goes off to some summer camp for half a year, and no one's heard from him since. Rumor has it that Kuwabaka headed there with him, but didn't make the cut; whatever that was.

I'm not best friends with either of them; but…I don't mind hanging with them. They're useless, yeah, but they don't bother me about my grades (a punk with good grades gets messed with a lot, only increasing my reputation), they don't get too offended about my attitude, and…they're okay.

Yukimura, though, she makes my skin crawl.

I can respect her decency and honor and niceness, I admire that in her. I'm glad someone sees the good in Urameshi, other than me (though I've never commented on it), and isn't afraid of him.

But I don't want that anywhere near me.

"Why should I go looking for 'em?" I smirked at her attitude.

"I'm worried, and I know that you are too. Listen, something's going on, and I know that you're curious too."

"What happened to make you suspicious? Urameshi goes off on his own all the time."

"Because he doesn't normally ditch me on our dates. It isn't like him, at all, and I'm worried about him, Haru." I took a hard look at her, and raised an eyebrow; she hadn't looked this off since he got hit by that car.

Only time I've ever felt bad for her was at the funeral; her and Kuwabara were both a terrible mess, screaming at Urameshi. Then there was his mom…I though her heart was torn out, she was wailing so badly, rocking back and forth and holding herself like she was breaking apart, and she was in her own way.

Yukimura's eyes were hardened, but just as sad as they had been that day, and I sighed.

Frankly, I was getting curious too; I mean, Kuwabaka and Urameshi hated one another, but ever since he came back, they've been thicker than thieves. I feel like I'm not seeing everything, a piece of the puzzle is gone. I don't like not seeing the bigger picture.

"What that got anything to do with me?" Yukimura glared at me.

Yukimura is dainty, yeah, but I'm tall for a woman; I'm taller than Urameshi by about…3 inches, give or take. But the way she was looking at me leveled the playing field; I understood that she was beyond terrified that Urameshi was going to wind up dead, again, and not come back.

"Can you find them?"

"Look, I really don't know if I-"

"We both know that you're suspicious. I can tell you what direction they went."

"Fine, Yukimura, I'll track down Urameshi and Kuwabaka."

"Thank you." We stood in silence for a second, and for once she didn't look away from my eyes. I smirked.

"You're welcome." I put a hand on my hip and looked at her again. "Now, what exactly happened?"

I followed Yukimura's directions to the movies and asked around; some soda vendor saw them not 15 minutes ago, and said they'd headed down an alley, and some other kids followed. I thanked him and bought a large coke with a $5 tip. The alley led to a space behind a building that was under construction; probably a building renovation. But Urameshi and Kuwabaka weren't anywhere in site. Instead, there was a group of kids that were knocked out, and looked…off. There was only one way to go from there, and that led to a row of warehouses, one of which had an open door.

I listened carefully, and heard talking.

"…alright, now, be careful…" a woman? No, Urameshi adored Yukimura and Kuwabaka was notorious for striking out with women.

I ducked around a corner and waited, counting. On number 569 a woman emerged from the warehouse.

She was tall, with long powder blue hair pulled high in a ponytail; she was wearing a real black leather biker jacket, red skinny jeans and white, knee high polyester boots. In one hand she carried an aluminum baseball bat, in the other she had a compact mirror, and was talking into it.

"Yes, sir, he's gone, although Kuwabara decided he needed to go as well." I raised an eyebrow, where did they go? "Understood." And then she ran off.

That's when I entered the warehouse; at first, nothing seemed out of place. But something made the hairs at the back of my neck stand up. Every instinct in me told me to run away, and tell Yukimura that I couldn't find either of them. But something else, something stronger then instinct made he go down the stairs.

I reached into my pocket and grasped my necklace for comfort; Mom had gotten it for me when I was 10, a garnet set in silver. It was my 10th birthday present.

She died before she could give it to me, on the way home, the day before I was 10 years old. It's more or less, my comfort against doubt.

At the bottom of the warehouse, the floor was set in large cement tiles about half the length of my body and the width half of that. The tiles were all set, and something didn't seem right; the place was huge, but virtually empty; save for some lockers and stacked chairs.

I walked the length of the room, thinking. No back door. They didn't leave with the baseball woman…I remembered all those crappy detective movies my dad had made me watch; usually there was a trapdoor, or a fake wall or a doorway hidden behind a book case or something. I looked around; Maybe…it's a longshot, but… I glanced at the floor again. Then blinked.

There was dust everywhere; I could see my footprints, and 3 other sets.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." I grinned, and followed the other sets, and saw the smudged ground. The batgirl had been on her knees…and the expanse of range of the other smudges, based on the footsteps where Kuwabaka and Urameshi stopped… "She was knocking on the floor? Worth a shot." I knocked, and the floor tile…raised? I lifted it away apprehensively.

Instead of foundation, or even plain ground under the tile, there was an expanse of scarlet under it.

"What the hell?" I reached down, but felt nothing. No burning sensation, and nothing disappeared. I sat back in a crouch, considering my options. Technically, I'd found out where they went, but it sounded totally insane. And my curiosity was piqued.

I latched my pendant around my neck securely then tied my hair up with a length of chord in my pocket, and eased myself down, until nothing but my hands held up.

"Please God, don't let this kill me." I prayed, before letting go and dropping into red.

Kay, here's what I found out. Free falling through a blood red sky with iron black clouds that rumbled and flashed lightning, isn't fun. Especially when something is niggling at the back of your mind, whispering, in a frighteningly familiar voice to fly, that's a bit terrifying.

Apparently, the opening was really high up, because I fell for a seriously long time (the next time I brushed out my hair, I couldn't get my brush through it for 30 minutes, no joke, Only thing I can say about it is that I was glad it was tied up, and that I'd had enough common sense to double knot it). The wind burned my face, and the muggy air scalded my throat.

Nonetheless, I landed pretty safely, although it was more of a crash landing into a tree, flat on my ass.

"Oww!" I whined, before I heard laughter.

"It appears we have a guest." A voice chuckled, before there was a small guy in black directly in front of me, scrutinizing me with blood colored eyes.

"It's a human woman." He spat, before reaching out, grasping me by the shoulder and throwing me to the ground, face first. And I mean face first, as in I barely managed to cushion my face before it hit the ground.

"HARU?!" Urameshi and Kuwabaka shouted. I laughed a bit and sat up.

"Hey, guys. What's up?"

The whole thing was worth it; the pain, the fear, the uncertainty, and the time it took to track down these idiots; all of it was worth the looks on their faces.

And that's when everything went to hell.

Wow, that went by quick. I'm sorry that the prologue is confusing, but I did my best to set the mood, I mean, it's supposed to be about second guessing. Please review! You have my thanks!