Yet again, I want to think Molly347 for her kind review and keeping my spirits up so I feel like I can do this story and make it through to the end (Something I'm sadly horrible at. If you haven't noticed the half-finished stories I have littering my profile). And again, if anyone has any ideas/suggestions even something they'd just like me to add into the story, please tell me. I don't care what it is to be honest, another character (Though mentioning would be vague) Something funny, cute, angsty or whatever. I like it when my readers give me a challenge, so yet again: I dare you to do it!

I do not own YYH or it's characters

I do however own Sonya as well as the plot

REVIEWS ARE LOVE!

-TL S0nya

'Tell me a story that could be true,

Full of heros and princessess

Who fight through and through

Give me empty hope

As vast as the world

Give me a reason to cling to the rope

I have nothing to lose

I have nothing to gain

Yet living is what I choose

Tell me again

of a tale old and proud

Tell me again

To make my heart cry aloud.'

-Lament of a Lost soul

-Written by myself, age 14-

I'm running, something breathing on the back of my neck as I struggled to move from the same spot once again. I could feel it, it's hunger as clawed hands came into my line of view, preparing to wrap around my neck as I gasped for air. Pumping my arms and legs, I tried, struggled and cursed my body as it stubbernly stayed in the same space. Denial seared my mind as the clammy appendages wrapped around my neck slowly, the beast savoring the kill as it's hot breath hovered on the exposed skin above it's interlocked fingers. In a desperate attempt to get away, I jerk my head back, connecting with it's face in a forceful blow only to recieve a cruel chuckle at my struggle. 'I love it when you're weak, princess.' A husky voice seemed to slither over my skin, earning a shiver of revulsion on my part. 'Just sit there and take it like a good little girl and I won't give out your secret.' Opening my mouth, I tried to snap some sarcastic comment only to have my words choak off into an ear-piercing scream as the teeth closed over my skin.

Jerking awake, Sonya lashed out at the figure wrapped around her from behind, trapping her legs and arms down to her sides as she thrashed on her bed. There was no scent, there was nothing there to tell her what it was until she finally forced her body to still and make her eyes dart around until they came to rest on the blanket she had cacooned herself in while she slept. Moving slower this time, she slowly distangled herself from the offending cloth and sat up on the edge of her bed, head hung down and buried in her hands while she tried to still her frantic breathing and thoughts to a more manageable level. Keeping her eyes closed, she stiffened at a vague scent as it washed over her through her door, placing it instantly to be Kurama as a soft knock sounded on the wood. She had forgotten he opted to stay at her place for the night after showing up and talking to her about her encounter with Hiei. It was nearly three in the morning when they realized what time it was and she didn't feel right sending him to take the train back across town just so he could sleep for three hours at the most then head out to work.

"Sonya." His soothing voice filtered through the wood, making her ears twitch slightly at the sound and lifting her head up to stare dully at the door before answering. "I'm just fine, Kurama. Go back to bed." She mumbled, attempting to sound groggy as if she were about to fall back asleep and was only met with a low sigh. "I know for a fact you aren't sleeping again tonight, so you might as well join me for some tea." He said idly, the undercurrent of his town catching her attention and making Sonya bare her teeth in frustration at the fox. Shaking her head, she got to her feet, already reaching out and grabbing a shirt and pair of loose pants from the floor where she tossed them. She hated clothing while she slept, it was much like her fight with the blanket only moments before whenever she woke up in them. Shrugging her clothes on, she placed her hands on the small of her back and leaned backwards, relishing at the soft popping noise that came with the action then opened the door to head downstairs to the kitchen where she could already hear the red head moving around.

While she waited in the living room, Sonya folded the blanket she had loaned him to sleep with and placed it on the back of the couch before relaxing into the cushions, blue eyes staring blankly at the shelf across from her, gaze moving slowly over the pictures, books and movies stacked on the shelves before the hairs on the back of her neck shifted, standing straight up as a sudden sense of being stared at made her shift uncomfortably. Darting a look over at the kitchen, she noted Kurama was still in there fixing the tea and began glancing nervously around the room until a brush of fresh air washed over her skin and made the Maiden glance over at a open window and blink at the figure sitting there. "What the hell are you doing there?" Her voice made Kurama poke his head from the kitchen in curiosity, his green eyes landing on the small fire yokai while he glared at Sonya with obvious distaste. "As if it's any of your concern." He sneered at the woman, red eyes shifting to lock with green in silent communication.

"Kinda is considering this is my house, Child." Sonya sneered back at him, refusing to back down or be cowed by his additude, already on her feet and hands planted on her hips as she glared back at the man sitting there. Red shifted back to clash with blue, a sudden shift in the air between them earning a startled look to cross both faces then vanish behind equal masks of indifference once more. Kurama studied the scene with curious eyes, after she had explained her reaction just yesterday at the party, he could understand her actions towards the fire apparition, but in truth, he didn't like it anymore than Yuske did. But now that he watched the two of them stare at eachother, he could sense something, it wasn't tangable, but there was something there that he couldn't understand much less explain. "Kurama, I'll be waiting at the Detective's house." The words from his longtime friend shook the fox from his thoughts, his green eyes meeting with red once more before nodding. "I'll be there shortly, Hiei. Thank you." With that, the smaller man vanished through the window and out of sight.

"I'm sorry, Sonya. But it seems there's something he needs to talk about." Kurama said soothingly, placing a cup down on the table she stood beside, eyes still locked on the open window with a strange expression on her face. "I have to be leaving." Her body shook quickly, like a dog shaking water from it's fur as she turned to look at him with a distant frown marring her features. "Hm? Oh, no problem. Thank you for the tea. I'll be seeing you around I suppose." She mumbled, making him frown as well at her actions but now wasn't the time to talk about her obvious confusion at the moment. "I'll be by tomorrow if you like." He added softly, already shrugging his coat onto his shoulders and reaching for the shoes he had set beside her door, eyes still focused on her as Sonya lifted the cup to her lips and took a small sip of the warm liquid inside. "Alright. I'll gather something for dinner." She said in the same odd tone when he opened the door and cast another look back in her direction before vanishing out into the night to meet up with Hiei and Yuske.

"Koenma said it was for the best!" Yuske snapped at the redhead in frustration, trying to ignore the urge to slam his fists on the table between the two of them as he narrowed his brown eyes in frustration. "Yuske, I heard what Koenma said, but I cannot agree with what he says." Kurama's cool voice sounded, masking the rising agner and frustration on his end as he stared at the ex-detective with a stoic mask in place to hide what he was really thinking. "Can you honestly believe she'll be willing to help after all that has happened in the past couple of days?" Two pairs of eyes flicked over to a familiar figure leaning against the wall beside the door, eyes closed and hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants while they argued then back to eachother.

Letting out a low curse, Yuske jumped to his feet, running a hand through his hair as he muttered to himself in frustration, his words too low for Kurama to hear besides a few choice ones that made an eyebrow arch at the venom behind each word. "I cannot go along with this. Sonya simply can't help, not just because of her problem. But she also has restriction bands as well, or have you forgotten?" He added blandly, making the man stop pacing and flop back down into his seat, forehead connecting with the table with a force that made the redhead cringe in simpathy. "I know, but we need her. Koenma thinks she can be a bigger help than anyone else he could contact." His mumbled voice drifted over to Kurama, earning a small frown in his direction. "Her probation is going to be over in two and a half years, Yuske." Kurama said softly, green eyes still studying his dark-haired friend as he tried to become one with the table by pressing his forehead against the wood harder in response to his words. "You know as well as I do that as soon as she is able, Sonya will be returning to the Makai and never coming back here."

Screwing his eyes shut tightly, Yuske let out a ghusty sigh, his thoughts running around his head quickly enough so he couldn't catch them properly. Only three stood out easily at the front making a frown form on his face.

One: Sonya and Hiei could not be in the same room together for any extended period of time.

Two: He hated it when someone disagreed with him, espeically when said person was right most of the time.

Three: He really wanted a drink.

Kurama turned away from Yuske and studied the sunrise out the window at the other end of the table, lost in his own thoughts at the moment as he passed a hand over his hair idly, eyebrows pushed together without realizing it at the moment. "I'll talk to her, Yuske. But I will not, cannot promise anything other than that." He finally agreed with a low sigh of his own, earning a pair of brown eyes to look up at him with wide-eyed astonishment. "You can speak to Koenma, perhaps the two of them can come to an agreement over all of this." Yuske flashed Kurama a wide grin that nearly split his face in two at his words. "Thank you! About time someone agreed to my ideas for once." A low grunt caught both of their attentions as two pairs of eyes shifted over to Hiei when he pushed himself from the wall and to the doorway. "If we were to agree to your ideas, Detective. We all would have died a long time ago." He snorted, not even looking at the pair behind him.

"Aw, Hiei. You know I have good ideas." Yuske cast a playful frown in the shorter Yokai's direction, earning a narrowed glare over the fire apparition's shoulder before another snort sounded and he began walking to the door, intent on returning to his training in the dense woods that surrounded the Psychic, Genkai's, house before being interupted by the dark-haired Hanyou, insisting he get Kurama and bring him over so they could talk about something important. "I have better things to do other than sit around and watch the two of you argue like a couple." His statement earned two amused looks from the two walking behind him as he opened the front door and vanished out into the brightening day. "Is it just me, or did Hiei get a sense of humor while he was gone?" Yuske asked Kurama as the redhead began putting his coat and shoes on, intent on returning back to his apartment and showering before going to work in a couple of hours. "It would appear so." He murmured idly, a matching smile pulling up the corner of his mouth when he looked up at the younger man. "Yeah, well, don't forget to talk to her, Kurama. Koenma doesn't like it when we make him wait up during his naptime." Yuske yawned, heading into the living room and throwing himself on the couch there, arms tucked behind his head and eyes shut tightly.

"Of course. I'll let you know what she says." He murmured before turning and opening the door, pausing at the sound of snoring already coming from the couch behind him and shook his head, still amazed after all of these years that the man causing it could fall asleep so easily and slipped outside, closing the door behind him and heading in the direction of his apartment, hiding a yawn of his own behind a hand while he strode along. It wouldn't be an easy day for him at all.