O_O;; I am so royally sorry. I don't know what happened. High School came, and all of my free time went. I hope you guys can still read and like this fanfic after the LOOOONNNNGGGG wait. I promise I'll update frequently now. ^_^ Thanks to Wicked Wytch, HieiGenkailuver, Jesscheaux Kuwabara, Kazima Kuwabara, Dark Dragon, Jesanae Tekani, Catgirl-13, Angelfirey, Dragon Of The Rose, HimalayanRex, Kage okibi( a little obsessive, aren't we? o_O), Bard (Whoa whoa whoa... don't even think like that. Don't people know the meaning of best friends? *sigh* In every one of my fanfics everyone think the main characters are a couple -_-;), Neshagurl(Thanks for all the great reviews!), kikyousgurl, Alex, and bit-Blackmage! You guys ROCK!

It's so cool to see you what you guys think of the chapter ^_~ Most of you guys were creeped out, while most of you thought Hiei was somehow involved, but not evil. *smirks evilly* I wonder what is up with Hiei... MWHAHA! It's funny, cuz I have a good idea of the bad guy, but it's not definite. Hmm... who should it be? ^_^

Anyway, this is probably going to be my longest and most coolest chapter yet. A lot of important events happen, so pay close attention!

**** IMPORTANT ****

This chapter and this fanfic is dedicated to my friend, Jessica Clinton.

Jessica Clinton

July 5th, 1986 - October 2nd, 2003

R.I.P.

~May you soar with the angels, so you can live death as you did life; flying towards your dreams~

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Chapter Six

I.

There were many meanings to such a simple word. In a sense, it has as many complexes as it has simplicities, so therein lies the true intricacy. The word has many sufficient meanings; it was a word of possession, meaning that whatever objects you actually receive, it was yours. It is the ninth letter of the human alphabet, and yet you still don't know the true significance of that unique word.

Want.

Ah, another word of possession. Only this time, it was the subordinate lack of possession. Want was a word that meant a desire; a desire of wanting something so much that you would do anything to get it. Want is something that is needed to give the attempter satisfaction. It is the lack of something needed to live with true happiness. You see, it is a simple word with many complexities.

Your.

Wow... this word was very important. Yes, you guessed it, human. It has to do with possession as well. If something is yours, you obtain it. It is in your possession. It belongs and is only yours. What a truly great word this is. It means that you have gotten that which you truly desire. It is in your reach and beyond anyone else's. Such a simple word, but with much complexity.

Blood.

As you involuntarily shiver, I shiver as well. Blood is my favorite word, second only to death. You shiver with fear, but I shiver with pleasure. Blood is the red, warm substance that oozes out of your decaying corpse. It is life fluid; the life fluid you need to survive. Blood provides your body oxygen, and without it, you suffocate. Nothing gives me more amusement then to see Kuwabara's blood oozing out of his body... his life and soul instantly drifting away. And this time, it will never come back.

I want your blood.

What a complex phrase.

***

As Yusuke and Kuwabara were walking home, the usual silence shrouded many of their insecurities. Yusuke started to hate the silence that the two friends were getting accustomed to. He looked around uncomfortably, not wanting to make it obvious that he hated the moment they were stuck in. In habit, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and avoided making eye contact with Kuwabara. But his efforts failed. On pure curiosity, Yusuke took a quick glance at his friend. But he found himself unable to look away.

Kuwabara looked terrible. His eyes were closing involuntarily, and his hair was going in every direction possible. His body was shaking miserably, and sweat damped Kuwabara's blue jacket. Yusuke felt a pang of sympathy for his best friend, and decided best that he would drop off Kuwabara at his house before Yusuke went home.

Before they knew it, the two boys were right in front of Kazuma's house. Yusuke shifted his feet and looked at the ground.

"So... umm... I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Just try and get some sleep, okay? I don't want to come and drag you out at 5:00 in the afternoon tomorrow because you slept in late."

Kuwabara winced in pain, but then smiled back at Yusuke in a sarcastic happiness.

"Don't worry Urameshi, that won't happen."

Yusuke's eyebrow raised in confusion. "And why's that?"

Instantly, the sarcastic smile disappeared from Kuwabara's face. A haunted, tormented look came into his eyes and it almost seemed as if he was going to cry. The next few words that came out of his mouth, was the most desperate and pained voice Yusuke had ever heard in his life.

"Because I'm not going to sleep."

An instantaneous anger and pain welled up within Yusuke, and he felt like punching Kuwabara in the face.

"Why not, you idiot? You look terrible! You need some rest!"

"I'm not having one of those nightmares again, Urameshi! So just shut up about it! I'm not going to sleep no matter what you say!"

"So what, Are you never going to sleep again? Don't be stupid! Don't let Hiei or whoever this guy is win, Kuwabara! Show him or her that you can get through the nightmares!"

This seemed to change Kuwabara's mind, and Yusuke sighed in relief. He began to walk away, but he had to make sure his best friend would stick to his word.

"Hey Kuwabara... you have to promise me you'll get some rest, okay? Do you promise?"

Kuwabara turned his back to Yusuke and continued walking to the front door of his house.

"Yeah Urameshi... I promise."

Yusuke smiled, knowing that Kuwabara wouldn't let him down. Kuwabara was a man of honor, a man of his word, so Yusuke knew that he could trust him. Without so much as a second glance, Yusuke ran down the lawn and started to sprint towards his house.

Kuwabara stepped inside his dark, morbid house and locked the front door as soon as it clicked shut behind him. He sighed miserably, a huge guilt consuming him.

"I'm sorry Urameshi... I can't go back to sleep. There's no way I'm having one of those creepy nightmares again!"

With a determined fire in his eyes, Kuwabara walked down the hallway and went into his room, not knowing of the ironic danger that was soon to follow him...

***

Yusuke slowed down his pace to a quick jog, and then gradually he stopped running to catch his breath.

He looked around, getting accustomed to his surroundings. He was about six blocks from his house, so Yusuke decided to take it slow from here. For some apparent reason, he didn't want to be away from Kuwabara. He didn't want his best friend to be in anymore danger. A smile slowly formed on his lips as Yusuke thought of what he had just admitted to himself.

They were best friends.

Yusuke remembered a time when they were nothing but rivals; two street fighters that wanted to gain the honor of representing their Junior High. It was kind of ironic that the two went to the same school, but fate played many funny tricks. They consistently fought everyday... and everyday Yusuke won. But that didn't seem to matter to Kuwabara; he was always ready for another fight as soon as he spotted Yusuke on the street.

"Ah... the good old days."

Yusuke had never thought of Kuwabara as a best friend, let alone a friend back then. He knew Kuwabara's best friends were Okubo, and his gang. Not the rival that had always beat him down. But their rivalry immediately changed, into this sense of friendship. Now, on every mission they had survived together, Kuwabara was always there for Yusuke. And the surprising part was, Yusuke was always there for Kuwabara. Once heated rivals, and now the best of friends. His smile turned to a frown as he thought of the impending situation.

Someone was trying to kill him.

Who would want to do such a thing? Who had always hated Kuwabara, ever since the beginning?

Hiei.

But wasn't it just too obvious? Why would Hiei strike now? Why not try to kill him on one of their missions, when a murder could seem like an accident? Yusuke cringed in anger, trying to push away the annoying helplessness that was clawing away at his heart. Was it Hiei? Or someone else? Every finger pointed to the fire demon, but... there was something not right. Why did Hiei tell them what was up with the Spirit World if he wasn't trying to help them? If Hiei were the bad guy, wouldn't he have tried to kill Kuwabara right on the spot? Why was he waiting?

Damn it! This didn't make any sense!

At that moment, Yusuke heard a crunch of a leaf and turned around.

Nothing was there.

Yusuke laughed out loud, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. Damn he was getting paranoid. He just needed to chill, forget about all the stress until the morning. With the prospect of sleep, Yusuke walked just a little faster in a direction. But he found himself not going the direction of his own house. He found himself going to Kuwabara's house.

Something bad was going to happen.

***

Kuwabara sat down on his bed, and resisted the urge to just fall back on it and go to sleep. Damn! He hated this! He remembered the normal days, when he could just drift off to a blissful sleep with having an irritating reminder that a terrible nightmare would be coming. Despite the facts he could see and hear ghosts, he had had peaceful nights at times. Kuwabara would give anything to return to those days.

Now, he looked behind his back constantly, and would always hear a threatening voice in the back of his head. His heart pounded in his ears, and he felt as if his heart would fly right out of his chest. He couldn't even remember the last time he could sleep peacefully... even though it had been a few weeks; it had felt like an eternity. He slammed his fists down on to the soft mattress, ruffling the white sheets and pillows.

"No matter what... I won't go to sleep."

No matter what, he didn't want to surrender to the haunting images in his nightmares. He didn't want to surrender and hear that loud, cold voice whisper frightening messages to him. He didn't want to see another one of his friends die, or see another old enemy ready to leap from the shadows. Damn it! Why was this happening? He didn't understand... who was this crazy son of a bitch? And was Hiei really the one responsible for all this? What was happening in Spirit World? Where was Botan or Koenma? Why was Hiei watching them earlier in the park? How did he even know they were going to the park?

Damn... all of these thoughts really tired him. Maybe if he just went to sleep...

NO! You can't go to sleep!

But I'm tired and sleepy...

Get over it, weakling! If you go to sleep, you'll have another nightmare.

I don't care...

Kuwabara cringed at his inner thoughts, and a quick burst of irritation exploded within him. He immediately stood up, and grabbed hold of whatever he could. He managed to grab his lamp, and he threw into the wall. It smashed into billions of tiny pieces; pieces of glass flew everywhere. Some shards flew toward his direction, and it cut his face. Blood seeped from the new, raw wounds. It trickled down his face and onto the carpeted floor. In a rage of pure anger and exhaustion, he fell onto his knees and closed his eyes. . .

***

He ran and ran and ran... running forever into the dark, black abyss. His legs were sore and aching with pain. His body screamed at him to stop, but his stubborn nature persisted to him to move forward. He was confused, because this time he wasn't running from a pursuer... it seemed as if he was running to something, not running away from something. He cringed inwardly at the thought. He had no idea where he was going... what was he running to?

... Then, out of nowhere, two figures appeared, a mere 10 feet away from him. He gasped in shock and realization.

It was Genkai and Toguro.

His eyes widened in confusion, but then to a paralyzing fear as he realized what was happening.

Toguro was killing her.

Toguro was in his 120% form, and he had Genkai cornered. With an evil smirk and a malicious laugh, he punched her repeatedly in the stomach. Blood spurted out of Genkai's mouth, and her life was drifting very quickly from her body. Kuwabara cried out in pain, and charged towards Toguro, but went straight through him. Kuwabara whimpered in helplessness, and knew he had to see the horrendous end. Toguro took no hesitation to make the final blow. He grabbed Genkai's shirt and clenched it tightly. It was one of the most horrible things Kuwabara had ever seen. In that split second, he could see every single wrinkle of anguish on her face. Her eyes were drowned in pain. The sorrow seemed to come out and reach Kuwabara, making him feel the agony as well. As if Toguro read his mind, he locked eyes with Kuwabara, and gave one of the most horrible smiles he had ever seen.

"So Kuwabara... how does it feel to be the one to watch as she dies?"

Kuwabara gasped in shock. Toguro looked away from Kuwabara's eyes, and locked eyes with Genkai. With his hand, he cut into her skin and took out her heart.

That second was frozen into Kuwabara's soul. He knew he would never forget it.

Toguro threw Genkai's heart a few feet away, and Genkai and Toguro's bodies disappeared into the black.

Kuwabara cried, tears splashing down his pale, pallid face. His heart ached in torment and anger. Damn it! Why did he go right through Toguro? Why couldn't he save her? He wanted to fall to the floor and just die... the pain was too much. His eyes looked at the pounding heart on the floor... the pounding heart of Genkai... the once pounding heart that made someone live. . .

All of the sudden, Kuwabara spotted a figure in the distance. It was coming closer with every second that passed. Footsteps could be heard now, and at last Kuwabara could distinguish who it was.

"Genkai?"

Happiness filled his entire body, and relief settled into his features. She was alive! But as soon as the happiness came, it immediately dispersed. There, in the center of her chest, was a hole where her heart was supposed to be. Kuwabara could feel nausea burst in his head, and he resisted the urge to throw up. Confusion numbed his head, and pain numbed his body. All he could do was stare.

"Why are you here, Genkai?... Didn't Toguro kill you?"

No response. Genkai continued walking, and it was then that Kuwabara noticed what she was walking to.

Her heart.

Still confused by her actions, Kuwabara just stood and watched as she came within five feet of the heart. Then he heard the most horrible sound he ever could. Elder Toguro's laughter. Instantly, Genkai's body transformed into Elder Toguro, and Elder Toguro picked up Genkai's bleeding, pumping heart. He looked directly into Kuwabara's eyes, and clutched her heart tightly. He laughed a cold, paralyzing laugh and then said the very last words Genkai told Kuwabara before she went off to get killed by Toguro in the Dark Tournament.

"You have a gentle heart, Kuwabara. Use it..."

Elder Toguro squeezed Genkai's heart, and the blood splattered onto Kuwabara's face. Then, Elder Toguro took no hesitation in making his hand into a knife, and he bore into Kuwabara's skin and took out his heart...

***

"NOO!"

Kuwabara jumped, his heart hammering into his rib cage. Everything was circling around him, and he couldn't focus on anything. Everything was a whirlwind of color, and he was very dizzy. He put his hand on his steaming forehead, trying to lessen the pain but to no avail. Everything was spinning... he was dying... he was eternally bleeding...

"Kuwabara! Hey! Earth to Kuwabara... are you okay?"

Instantly, everything stopped. His eyes focused, and they zeroed in on Yusuke. Kuwabara let out a sigh of relief, and lay back on his bed, and then clutched his heart. Good... it was still there.

"Ura... Urameshi. Why... Why are you here?"

Yusuke's face was contorted in grief and worry, but then gradually, his expression turned into a calm, somewhat happy one.

"Well... I thought something was going to happen to you. And I guess it has... you were practically screaming bloody murder when I walked in. By the way, your freakin' door was open. Damn it Kuwabara, you're never going to survive this bad guy if you can't even remember to lock your door!"

Kuwabara grinned; this was exactly what he needed. Yusuke's damned sarcastic attitude to relieve him of all the stress.

"So Kuwabara, what the hell happened?"

Kuwabara sat up, and he leaned his back against his pillows. Damn... now he'd have to relive the whole hellish nightmare all over again... Kuwabara took in a deep breath, and was ready to begin... when...

A loud noise had interrupted him. Yusuke looked over at Kuwabara, fear in his eyes.

"Kuwabara... what the hell was that?"

Kuwabara shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't ask me, Urameshi... it sounded like it was coming from the doorway..."

"See! I told you you have to lock that damned door!"

Kuwabara grinned inwardly, but his fear stopped him from saying anything else. Someone was in the house. Yusuke and Kuwabara kept their ground, frozen with fear. All they could do was wait, and see who the intruder was. The figure leapt into the room and almost gave the two boys a heart attack. The figure walked forward, and it reminded Kuwabara of his nightmare, when Genkai was walking towards him... The figure came out of the shadows. It was...

"Genkai?!" The boys screamed simultaneously.

Sure enough, Genkai came into view, a mischievous smirk planted on her face.

"Damn, boys, you two look like you just saw a ghost."

Yusuke's pride caused Yusuke to cross his arms in an angry manner, the shock of seeing his mentor forgotten.

"What the hell are you doing here anyway Genkai?" Yusuke asked, very curious as to what the answer was.

"Well, dimwit, I thought you might need some help. I'm doing this as a damned favor, so you can drop that half-assed attitude, got it?"

"Sheesh... looks like the old hag got out of the wrong side of bed this morning."

"Damn it, Yusuke! This old hag could be sleeping rather than wasting her time trying to help you two morons!"

At this, Yusuke gave up the verbal assault and crossed his arms once more. Kuwabara, who was grinning during the entire argument, lost his smile as he remembered his recent nightmare. Genkai noticed immediately.

"Is there something that you'd like to share, Kuwabara? Or are you not going to inform Yusuke about your nightmare?"

Kuwabara was shocked, having no idea how Genkai even knew about his dreams, let alone the recent nightmare. Getting over his frail emotions, he got ready to tell them, with courage in his heart.

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Don't you love Genkai and Yusuke's relationship? ^-^ Lol, I sure love it. Anyway, Genkai showed up, YAY! ^__^ But what help could she bring the two Spirit Detectives? Where are Hiei and Kurama? What the heck happened to Koenma and Botan? Is Hiei the bad guy? And why did Kuwabara have a dream about Toguro killing Genkai? -- And then Elder Toguro killing him? Are the Toguro Brothers back? All this and more, next time on Dame Yume! :D