My 8th chapter, I'm so proud I actually continued writing this story, and I appreciate if anyone actually read it. I love to get reviews, and your thoughts on the story, so please send me any your have.

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Sona treaded aimlessly through the streets of Tokyo. She found it easier to not breath, and not to avoid walking through people. Her mind wandered to thoughts of never being able to communicate with anyone again. And did it ever scare her, that she may never be able to touch someone? Yes, everything now had become a darker more true world through the eyes of this living ghost girl.

The sweet Autumn breeze swept itself into her. She had never felt the wind go through herself so freely. It felt like she could fly if she wanted. But before she'd try any stunts like jumping off buildings, she's try to find out what the hell was going on.

It was noon, the loft seemed cold and alone unlike the night before when she and her friends had sat around talking, just hanging out. No one ever had taken her in as a friend. Most people feared someone with strength. But it was like this place was the home she had been searching for. Even at her old home, no one cared. Maybe this is why she didn't like Botan. Maybe she didn't want to give her hopes up on these people being friends. After fearing life in your own house, its hard, to trust anyone.

Hiei must have gone out for a while. She decided to stay until he came home. Not being able to turn on a television or anything she just stared blankly at the shadows dancing across the ceiling. So, this is peace. She told herself. With eyes closed she delved into the deepest regions of childhood, her life, the parts she had forgotten until now. I guess when it seems like your dead, you need to come to terms with skeletons in your closet.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sona's childhood~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A small girl sits on the floor of a giant living room. Down the hall voices echo, swirled together in a vortex of giggles, and grunts. She seemed, quiet. In her lap was a drawing pad and paper. Her hand moves quickly over the pages, as though she saw something in her sketches no one else could. With exception of the green hair, everything seemed normal about this nine, possibly ten year old girl. But if you had seen the drawings, you would have known…nothing is normal.

"Sona, get in here." a woman's voice called down the hall. The little child twitched at the sound of her voice, but dropped everything and ran to the women known as her mother to others, but a beacon of terror willing to lash out at any moment to her.

"Yes ma'am." the little girl curtsied.

"Yes dear, I was just having a pleasant conversation with your teacher, Mrs. Hallowell." her mother smiled seemly nice enough.

Sona looked toward a women at the end of the table. This women was kind, pretty, and gentle to all. She was worth calling momma.

"Hello Sona." Mrs. Hallowell smiled.

"Hello Mrs. Hallowell." she curtsied.

"Now, your lovely teacher has been telling me things about you. She says you're a gifted artist and very creative." her mother explained.

"Oh yes, this child has a vision for the beauty of heaven and hell alike. Its so strange to find this in a child so young. Here, I brought her art class work." the teacher said passing down papers portraying lifelike pictures of creatures, and beasts, princesses, and trolls, fairies and gremlins, and finally, a forest, with tall never-ending trees and branches, a waterfall and river, flower meadows with pixies gliding across the tops of buds, and a man. He seemed like an angel, with dark eyes and light hair. This man looked as if you could touch the softly drawn skin, and gaze into his eyes forever. For some reason, her mother caught herself doing just that.

"Aren't they beautiful? Like she sees what we can't, and draws it so we can know true grace, and heaven alike. This girl needs art schooling. It can take her everywhere." the teacher boasted lovingly.

Her mother's eyes grew cold, and her nose grew narrow. Sona knew this look all too well. "We will consider it, now if you excuse me. My husband and I have an engagement tonight and we would like to be early."

"Oh of course." the teacher smiled and stood up. But before walking away she came over and hugged Sona. It was the first time she felt the warmth of a human being, the first time she had felt some form of love. She wanted to hold on forever. Go home, live with her, be her daughter! But that was a dream that seldom faded, and before she knew it, all the warmth was gone.

Her shows her the way out. The girl who now wanted to cry and never stop, seemed chilled.

"Sona!" her mother's voice rang angrily as she entered the room. "What on earth are you doing drawing this trash?"

Trying to find the words she just replied "I was just drawing. I didn't think it would hurt anyone."

"Well, drawings like these do hurt people. Where have you seen this man?!" she ordered holding up the picture of the forest.

"My dreams." the girl said sounding airy.

"No one can see things in dreams! Dreams are pathetic excuses for the mind to wander! There is no dreamland that can make you rich, or buy you a house, and give you toys." her mother scoffed.

"I don't need those things." she stammered.

"Everyone needs those things! What ridiculous virtues do you believe in?"

She stared up at the women towering over her. "I need love." she whispered.

"Love? Love? Love is what separates the rich from the poor! You can't marry love! Love is handed to you in a monthly check. If your lucky enough, when I die you'll get some love from my insurance. Until then, quit your daydreaming, and grow up." With a single grasp she ripped the pieces of artwork in two, and threw them in the fire place. Sona watched helplessly as the face of the handsome man melted away in the flames, and wanted to throw herself in just to feel anything. "If I find anymore of this so called art, you'll never know what light is."

And with that single moment in time, life was swept away. Innocence left that girl, as the art she had cared for so much had been burnt into ash. Hope was leaving, but for now it was living that she'd have to do. But her mother couldn't control her dreams even if she wasn't allowed to draw them out. And so, days turned into nights and the child never stepped out of dream world. At least not for another five, six years. Then, only then, reality would be her worst enemy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Loft~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Those six years passed slowly, but seemed so far away now. Not that she felt safe at the moment, but at least she could think.

The door knob turned.

"Sona." Hiei called. " Koenma told me he needs to see you. Are you there?"

"Yes, but you don't even see me." she tilted her head back.

"So you are home." he said from in the kitchen.

"You can hear me!" she said happily.

"Of course I can." he walked into the room "But where are you?"

"Great you can't see me either." she muttered.

"What happened?! Why are you, invisible?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't be this way would I?" she barked back at him.

"Stupid question. Okay, you can come with me to see Koenma, he'll know what to do."