A/N: Hello again everyone! Sorry for the super long hiatus. I just never got around to finishing the second chapter, but then inspiration bit me on the butt! Hopefully it will stay. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer:

I still don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters, nor am I getting any money from this…

Miya felt like she was floating. But, she couldn't really be sure. She could see nothing, hear nothing, and to be honest she couldn't really feel much either. As she floated (?), she contemplated whether or not this was being dead. 'Better than the pain I guess', she grumbled to herself, 'But if this is the afterlife, I want my damn money back, this is going to be boring as shit after 10 minutes…'.

Floating, floating, floating…it could have been hours, could have been days. Miya ('Is that what my name is?' she thought) knew she was loosing herself. Bit by bit, piece by piece, she simply felt like she was crumbling and then fading away. She knew she was a girl, and she thought her name was Miya but beyond that she really had no clue. The only thing she was absolutely certain of was that she was sick of floating in this stupid not-place, becoming a not-person as it was taking a damn long not-time.

More not-time passed. And then, something. Miya strained her ears. She thought she heard a faint sound, as light and barely audible as the sound of falling snow. The fact that something existed in this void gave her hope. She began to concentrate, trying to focus on the sound. The harder she concentrated, the louder it got. From the barely audible whisper, it got sharper and clearer, like the sound of cracking ice. Miya strained more, hoping, wishing, fighting, all against the nothingness filling her ears. Finally, with a massive crack that would put a calving glacier to shame, the nothingness shattered.

Miya's senses finally worked again. She was still floating in a black space, but there were tiny pinpricks of light around her. Focusing in on them, each prick on closer inspection seemed almost like a small video… but she recognized them! There, an image of her playing with her mother in her yard when she was five, another, of her graduating college, a third: her first kiss under the broad leafy tree at the end of the road she grew up on.

'These must be my memories' Miya thought. 'But why are there so few of them'.

A harsh, cracking laugh rang through the space surrounding her. 'That would be my fault little one, eating a soul is messy business. But then again, you were never supposed to know that'.

Miya then remembered that in addition to hearing and seeing, she could also feel. This allowed her to notice the pressure being exerted on her limbs. Looking down she saw she was clutched between three massive talons on a white scaly palm. Twisting to try to get a better look, she saw the palm was attached to a scale covered snow-white limb, which led all the way up to an equally colorless body, and finally to a head. If Miya could remember what being terrified was supposed to feel like, she supposed that this would be moment to feel it. Full of sharp teeth, with luminous yellow cat-slit eyes, and a pair of long white whiskers on either side of his mouth, it was a dragon's head to be exact.

'Balls', thought Miya.

She felt a gentle squeeze as the dragon lifted her to eye level, 'Your soul is taking quite a while to consume.' Huffed the dragon (Or at least Miya thought it was the dragon because its lips weren't moving and she certainly hadn't said anything). 'Must be because I am still weak, I haven't fed in over a thousand years. I was sealed within the walls of that shrine after I was defeated in battle by a Shinto priest long ago. Stupid priest was upset because I kept eating the village virgins. I told him that there were plenty of virgins for the both of us but nooooooo he wouldn't listen and stuck me in that damn hut! Luckily for me, the copious amount of blood you spilt on all the seals in the floor was just enough for me to latch on to your soul.'

Miya simply looked at the large beast, not really quite sure how to respond to his statement about soul and virgin consumption. 'This must be some weird dream brought on by blood loss' she thought. 'This is what happens when your brain is deprived of blood…'.

The voice returned. 'Psh, hate to "burst your bubble" as it seems the humans say nowadays, but while this is in fact "all in your head", it is quite real. And though you have put up quite the struggle in the battle for your soul, it is time for you to die little human. I have waited in this prison long enough'.

The palm supporting Miya slowly started to close around her, squeezing her small frame. With the squeezing came that renewed feeling of sinking into the nothingness again. 'No, no, no!' Miya thought frantically to herself. 'I refuse to go back there. I REFUSE TO GO BACK THERE'. Twisting, she attempted to find some purchase to push the smothering talons open. 'There must be something, anything!'.

In a last ditch effort, she tried to wiggle a hand between the talons that were now beginning to crush her under their force. As she did so, she noticed the scales in between the talons felt soft and thin, unlike the hard, unyielding ones on the rest of the palm that was slowly but surely crushing her to death. Miya's vision had begun to go again and that fuzzy feeling of no sound was starting to fill her ears. With the last bit of effort she had, Miya contorted her neck to where her hand registered the soft, thin skin, opened her mouth, and bit down with all the force she could.

Miya instantly felt a freezing cold, salty substance gush into her mouth as the dragon let out an ear piercing scream. 'Serves the smug bastard right' she thought, 'if you are going to eat my soul, I am taking a chunk of you with me'. She felt the dragon's blood pooling in her mouth, and reflexively swallowed, because hell was she going to release her grip with her teeth.

As quickly as she swallowed the first mouthful, she was forced to swallow another gulp less she choke. A third followed. Then a fourth. Soon she was drinking as fast as she could. With each gulp, a pulse went through her body, coming quicker the more she drank. She noticed the death grip the dragon had on her was loosening. The star-filled darkness around her was lightening. She still refused to release her bite on the soft flesh. Her stomach was beginning to protest. Even in her dream state, Miya's stomach knew it was not meant to consume large amounts of blood, let alone dragon's blood. Just when she thought she could drink no more, a bright flash erupted.

Miya let out a groan and opened her eyes. There she was flat on her back, lying in the midst of her now dried puddle of blood in the shrine she had stumbled into. But the elaborate image of the white dragon on the ceiling was gone, and Miya was left staring at nothing but blank wooden planks above her.

A/N: Well thats it for now! Next chapter we will get a better idea of what is going on with poor Miya!