I pray that you'll be wise,

I pray that you can hold on,

I pray that you'll survive,

But most of all...

I pray that you'll come home to me.

Its always been us,

You and me,

the two of us,

My little brother and me.

Now it seems as if your off to war...

Every day facing nameless demons,

Sometimes I wonder if you've forgotten our,

Happy times together before this.

Sometimes I blame him...

Yusuke Urameshi.

Yes him.

Your best friend.

Once you met,

You always fought,

You still do I bet...

Then one day it seems,

You were thrust into,

This world of twisted dreams,

Hellish nightmares of battle...

Don't you know I can hear you scream?

I pray for your safety,

I pray you'll come home

I pray you'll remember me,

And I pray...

That maybe,

One day...

You'll be thrust back into the real world....

Away from the Hellish dreams...

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"Shizuru!!"

Snapping out of her thoughts, the young woman turned seeing Yusuke holding Up Kuwabara, and a young boy she would find out was called Matari. Her brother was beaten, and face bruised, blood dripping down his hand, and smeared on his body, soaked to the bone from rain.

"What happened?" Shizuru asked rising quickly.

"This guy!" He jerked his head towards the other boy, bleeding much worse than Kuwabara. "Bring them in." Genkai sighed, as Shizuru took Kuwabara, and laid him onto the ground.

Shizuru looked up at Yusuke's concerned brow...

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Some times I don't blame you...

Because I know, you'll protect him,

And he protects you...

But I pray,

You both will see,

One more day.