Note: Feast upon the grotesqueness of this story known as Tele, for it is mine, yet not of my own. In other words, I wrote this spoof, but the characters are not mine. What makes me wonder is how all these people that write stories have to continuously write that these "obviously not there's" characters are not there's but of some other world famous artist. It's OBVIOUS that it doesn't belong to them... oh well, lets move on!!!

A little later, I finished my coffee as I entered Kurama's office again, but he wasn't there. So I threw the Styrofoam cup away, then I noticed my bag lying in the chair next to his door, I decided to leave it there, then headed down to the basement, it was always his favorite place to be... like his personal study. I walked quickly past a few work partners as one of them yelled out, "Hey Yusuke! You think you could help us out with something?" I threw a big fat 'No' into there minds. And they backed off, "You know what, never mind... we got it under control" I ignored them and made my way through the elevator doors, commanding it to go to the basement. It did as told. I was covered with sweat, so I untucked my shirt and wiped my forehead, and neck with the bottom of my shirt. Then I fanned my back by swooshing my shirt back and forth.
It had been five minutes, the elevator wasn't slow, I knew that... something was different... wrong. So I glanced up at the panel of levels, and noticed that it was blinking with double zeros. I backed up in horror, and then forced the elevator doors open with my mind. I peeked my head out slowly, pitch black, and it was 10:00am? I pulled my head back in then tried to close the doors, no use. I tried pressing the button, again... nothing. So blind and sweaty I made my way out of the elevator, I knew it was dumb, but I had no other choice. Nowhere else to go.
I called out first with my mind, 'Hello? Is anybody out there? Kurama? Spiguun? Kuwabara? Hiei? Anyone?' I then tried with my voice... but just like last night, I couldn't speak, I formed the words "What's going on?" but nothing came out, not even a squeak. So I called out again in thought, 'who's out there? What's going on?' then suddenly, as I strode fearless towards the center of this large dark room, a blindingly white hand grabbed mine. My skin-looked tan compared to this.
I turned around, but beheld nothing. I pulled the hand that had been grabbed, no white fingers grasping my arm in a death embrace. I tried to walk back to the elevator, but it was no longer there. I turned around and around, nothing but chilling blackness. I looked up, same as the walls... if there were any.
Again I felt the chilling hand, this time it was touching my face. An odd sensation ran down my spine, my hair was on end... I could see the hand closer now, and feel it. It was as smooth as porcelain, as hard as glass, and as white as a blinding ray of the sun. The hand had sharp beautiful nails edge along my cheek, I dared not move. The nails traced an invisible symbol under my eye, and then they pressed harder until I felt as though tears were rolling down my cheeks. I reached my tongue out to lick it, when I tasted it, noting that it was not salty like tears. So then I placed my hand up to my face and found my blood. In a rush of panic I ran around the room, I began to feel the same vibrations again, then I was thrown into the elevator, which appeared out of nowhere.
I ordered the elevator to leave, but it was already moving to the top level. I sat down exasperated in the corner of the little moving room, playing some annoying music... old jazz. I felt my face again; it no longer had spilled blood, or any feeling of a scratch. But it still burned.
The doors opened yet I didn't move, but I kept the doors open so I wouldn't move again. I just wanted to sit still for a moment, the next thing I knew I blacked out.

I woke to the voice of Kurama, "Yusuke, hey Yusuke! Hey guys I think he's waking up! Yusuke, it's me Kurama—"I sat up slowly holding the side of my face in pain, and saying, "I know it's you, you idiot" he chuckled then said, "What happened? We found you lying outside on the pavement!" I stared at him for a moment, and then I stood up slowly still and walked to the nearest chair and sat down with a plop.
"Yusuke? What happened?" he asked again.
"I didn't black out outside, I blacked out in the elevator upstairs" then he said, "But Yusuke, I saw you walk out of the elevator and go outside two hours ago. I've been up front since you left; you never went inside the elevator afterwards. We even had a conversation as you were leaving" I couldn't recall this conversation, so I dove into his mind:
"Hey Yusuke, where you going? I thought you had already left"
"No"
"Are you going to be stopping by Dunkin Donuts anytime soon?"
"Yes"
"Could you get me a glazed, and a medium black coffee?"
"Sure"
"When you get back, we'll go over the Donna file, alright?"
"OK"
"See ya when you get back"
"Bye"

What a conversation. I really don't remember that. So I told Kurama with my hand still covering half my face, "Kurama, I never had a conversation with you. I don't remember any of this. I remember getting back from Dunkin Donuts after buying a coffee, because I wanted to tell you about something, then something else happened as I took the elevator to see if you were in the basement" this surprised him, he dismissed everyone, who were leaving anyway and then took me to his office, sat me down as if holding a crippled bird, and then told me to speak. I told him yet another story, first starting with when I was thrown around in an alley, then when I was walking in a room that doesn't exist in our building, then touched by an extremely white, beautiful hand.
He listened whole-heartedly, as serious as my powers are true. Then he spoke quietly, "Now Yusuke, I don't want you to be scared of anything... but to tell you the truth, I really don't know what to do. If this spirit is still truly following you, or quite possibly inside you, then I don't know what to do! I mean, we've dealt with the whole possession thing, and body snatching, but never this... why I would have to give this it's own file. I don't even know what to call it..." he stared into space no longer at me, but through me.
The pain below my eye dulled, so I pulled my hand away, then it began to throb so I quickly put my hand back... what the hell?
Kurama noticed this action and asked, "What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?" I answered, "No, when I went into that room, that hand cut me, but before I passed out there was no more blood, but for some odd reason it still hurts!" he reached out to pull my hand away, I reluctantly moved it, clenching my teeth at the pain.
"Oh my... that's not good" I forgot all discomfort then asked worried, "What's not good?" he leaned back, his long red tresses nearly touching the ground as he reached far for a filing cabinet, after opening it, and flipping through it, then pulling out a small packet inside a folder. Then he handed it to me and said, "We do have a name for it" I held my hand out to receive it, he placed it carefully into my hand then sat back folded his arms, watching me quietly. I didn't open it, instead I stood up walked to the door, placed the folder in my bag then left, heading home.

To be continued...

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Well... I'm freaked out now... eh heh! I hope you all are enjoying this... it did take me a while to write... yet this is definitely not my best work. ;P Gomen about how short I make my chapters... but I know what it's like to not have any real extended amount of time to read something, so I did this out of pity for those that are like me, having not exactly all the time in the world to read stuff on the internet... I will continue making shorter chapters until someone pipes up and complains about it... then I will, supposedly extend the chapters a few paragraphs or so.

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To everyone that reads this crap!!!

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