Disclaimer - ::sarcasm:: Yes, I really own YuYu Hakusho. It's true, go ahead. Look it up. ::end sarcasm::

A/N - Well, here we are again, at another chapter . Wheee! That means. . . AUTHOR RESPONSE CORNER!

Katy - I love you! ::huggles:: Please keep reading, I don't want to lose my only fan .

Well, that's it. I'm disappointed. I have no fans! ::cries:: Except Katy of course, whom I love! ::huggles:: and Shu-chan, but he's forced to like it because I said so . Yeah, not much else here. . . so fwee. Here's a recap of what happened at the end of last chapter--

"I'm sorry Miss, but this is only to protect you. I'm taking you to the hospital." My head ached greatly as I threw it into the back of the seat and groaned. I heard the familiar siren throughout the whole event and finally realized it was from the car I was seated in at the very moment. I tried to move but found myself unable to. The drug had almost fully intoxicated me. I didn't want it.

"No. . . " I said gently, before being thrown into a land of unwanted sleep and horrid nightmares.


Onegai
Chapter 4 - Rosette Angel

Everything became dark very quickly, too quickly to even comprehend what was going on. All sounds stopped. Nothing but dark and quiet surrounded me. Suddenly, I was sitting in a wooden chair, and I couldn't see anything, not a thing; but the silence disturbed me more. My body was bare against the cold seat, causing me to tremor above it. It was a very upsetting place. I sat there in that chair in silence and twilight, stirring not and holding back the tears. I was somehow invisibly strapped into this seat, and someone didn't want me to move. Well, sitting for an infinity was not on my schedule as I began to flail about, trying to free myself.

"Sit!" a low voice bellowed, echoing around me. I could do nothing but comply with this request.

I remained still. It was cold and damp, along with musky and the place smelled of rotten food. I sobbed silently while a lonely tear streamed down my cheek and landed with a 'plip' on the floor. I felt a hand on my leg and decided not to move, only let another tear go to join the first.

"Why do you cry, Legna. . . ?"

Legna. . . is that my name? I couldn't remember. . . it's been so long since anyone has even asked for my name, let alone used it. I wrapped my arms around my diaphragm and leaned forward with the feeling of being sick. My stomach inside my belly churned ferociously, as if laughing at the discomfort it was causing. Closing my eyes, I tried to ignore the feelings welling up inside, but I couldn't. This person, whoever he was, was getting to my head and shaking everything I ever knew into separate chunks of nothingness. Only one memory stood out from the rest that became hazy in my mind--that boy. I watched as my mind got rid of everything but feelings--hatred, anger, pain, comfort, among others. I felt but did not remember. Why was I angry? Why was I in so much pain? I couldn't find anything except that boy's smiling face. I screamed, subconsciously clawing at my mind, trying to find anything of a past, but nothing came and I felt that hand move up my thigh and onto my hip.

"I never said it would be easy."

I still saw nothing, but I could feel this evil in front of me take a form. I threw all my strength into a single punch and lunged at him, but I was held back easily and thrown, uncomfortably, into the seat. Muffling a loud sob, I wrapped my arms around my body and tried to speak. "Who. . . are you?"

"I am you."

What the hell did that mean?! I wanted an answer! That was not what I was looking for. My body began to go into malicious convulsions as I felt those same, evil hands placed on my arms. I trembled more and more at his touch, becoming colder and weaker by the moment. Nothing was there anymore.

"Dear Legna. . . don't you remember me? I remember you. . . "

I could feel that he was taking pleasure in my pain. My heart raced as I pulsated rapidly, my arms still wrapped around my stomach. A nauseated feeling was coming over me as I gagged and tried to curl up into a little ball. This person laughed at my suffering. What was happening to me? Why wouldn't he just leave me alone?

"I haven't seen you in so long, and this is how you greet me?"

That voice. . . where did I hear it before? I felt that nauseated feeling return to me as I vomited stomach bile in front of me, coughing up some other strange liquid. I continued to quake as I leaned back in the chair and groaned. Who was this person? How could he do this to me? I racked my mind, looking for something--anything--to tell me who he was. He placed his hands on my face and brought mine close to his, as I could feel the heat from him come in contact with my own skin.

"I missed you." he whispered lightly into my ear as he gently placed his lips on my forehead with a kiss. I pulled my head back quickly and left him somewhat stunned and somewhat angered, I could feel it in the way the air around me changed; it quickly became stuffy and humid. I turned away and placed my hands over my mouth, coughing a warm fluid into them. It dripped slowly onto the floor as I whimpered waves of sound into his awaiting listening receptor, only causing him to make a laugh of it.

"This is how you repay me, Legna, for all that I've done for you?" I could see something now. . . two red swirls in the middle of the air. They came closer to me, then even closer and I stared at them in return without flinching. I felt another rough hand grab me by the wrist and pull me out of the chair with a quick draft flowing over my body as his other hand wrapped around my waist. "Oh, what am I going to do with you?" he said softly, before placing his mouth on my neck and biting hard, drawing blood from the wound like a leech. He enjoyed the scream that followed from my throat. What is he, some kind of fantasy monster? His vampire tongue caused me to shudder as it came over my shoulder and down my upper chest, drinking the body fluid that was openly pouring from the new injury, and I could do nothing. I stood in horror as he sucked the scarlet substance from the cut, not trying to pull away. Nothing more remained for me. I just let him have his way with me, whatever he wanted to do. I knew nothing else.

"That's my good girl. . . " he said softly, pressing his clothed chest against my own bare one, causing a heated shiver to crawl up my spine. I just turned away and tried to remain emotionless as he gently nibbled at my neck, causing more and more of the ruby drops to flow from it. His fangs grew stained with my own blood, and he was enjoying my twitching from the pain. He brought his face up and away from my neck and up to my ear, whispering to me. "This isn't so bad, is it?" Oh, but it was. I swallowed hard, making a gulping sound, as I tried to turn further away and letting my hair cover my face. Another one of those cursed salt water trickles fell from my eyes and ran down my face to reach my chin before falling onto one of his conveniently placed hands.

"Stupid girl." came floating into my ears as I was released and fell to the ground, crawling as far as I could away from him. I sat with my legs folded up to touch my raw chest, wrapping my arms around them defensively and trying to remain in the most closed position possible. My eyes strained to make out anything of a figure of my victimizer, but all that returned was the same–black, colorless, lightless, twilight. A laugh echoed in my ears as I tried to hide, keeping myself in as small a space as possible. "Can you see me?" came through in a laugh as I strained to actually see him. I quivered and shook, sitting in what seemed to be a corner of the room.

A tremor was in my voice as I tried to get him to stop. "Leave me alone!" I yelled, burying my face into my skin, hoping it would make me invisible to his night vision. He laughed maliciously at my horror and troubled terror as he found his way to me again, wrapping his serpent arms around my shoulders. "Go away!" I screamed and pushed him away, digging my nails into the flesh of his limbs and ripping some skin away from them. The anger rose in his voice as he grabbed my arm again and dragged me away from the corner.

"The more you struggle, the more I will make you suffer." he said, strong and malevolently as he placed his rough hand onto my already tender neck and squeezed hard, causing me to choke a little and gasp for air. He sneered at me and my suffocation. "Don't breathe. You don't want to die." His logic was almost as bad as his actions. Almost.

I gagged and tried to get air into the tubes in my chest, but it was hard and only a very small amount was reaching me. He taunted me with enjoyment when I grabbed his wrists, trying to pull them away from my collapsing throat. My head began to feel very heavy as I lost all strength and he finally let go, letting me fall to the floor panting for the air that my lungs had earlier been forced to neglect. There I lay, a collapsed pile of human on the floor, trying my hardest to steady my inhaling.

As I was sprawled out on the floor, coughing and huffing, I felt his rough skin press against my own, one of his hands laying on my outward upper back. My skin began to raise into goose bumps everywhere, causing me to shiver and sending a tingle up my spine. I tried to crawl closer to the wall I was facing, but I was already pressed against it. My head was buried somewhere within my arms which lay right beside my pulled up knees, like a sitting position only lying on the floor. I coughed, trying to remove his hand from me, but to no avail. My bare skin turned to ice beneath his own, a feeling that I didn't want or need at the given moment.

"Do you understand now, Legna? You will never be rid of me. . . even if you choose not to remember why I am even here. . . " I turned to look at him, surprisingly being able to see his visage close to mine. His jet black hair framed his face as his ruby eyes stared into mine, his lips curving into a malicious smile. Teeth were flashing white into my eyes, the only differences in them were that his canines were stained a light carnation pink. I changed my face to that of disgust and turned back to the wall, contemplating what he had said. I had done this to myself? I had forced myself to forget everything of my life? Even if I had, why wouldn't I remember this person? All these questions and more flooded my mind as I stared into the abysmal space in front of me, trying to give myself an answer. Memories were gone, I had none to go by. All I could see was a set of deep green gems and a head full of scarlet hair. Nothing else. I was getting more and more frustrated with this as I pulled my arms up around my head and into my hair, weaving my fingers in and out of the individual strands. Still nothing came.

I felt an arm around my waist and a face against my hair. I could hear him smelling it. It disgusted me, this guy, this. . . evil. My face twitched slightly at this and my hands that were still ensnared in my delicate hair clenched, ripping a few loose strands out of their homes. I felt one of his hands on the top of my head, grabbing my own. He placed his cheek onto mine, warmth surrounding it. "Why do you hate me so much?"

I could find myself wanting to speak, so I did. "Why? Think about it." I said coldly, rolling over to press my back against the wall making sure my legs didn't leave from their pulled up position and leaving him to lean his head against his hand, elbow on cold floor. I looked up and down his toned body, from his feet up to his leaning head. His clothes were simple, a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans without any footwear. A circle with a star embedded in it, a dragon curling itself around the circumference hung from his neck, the bottom just barely touching the floor. His ebony hair dangled in front of his face, leaving only his right eye visible. He lay there on his side, leaning on his hand, just staring at me with a smirk on his face. I didn't like it at all, him laying but a few feet from my own unclothed body and smirking like that. I glared under my eyebrows and sent it straight into his fire eyes. "Where are my clothes?" I said, the words harshly rolling off my tongue and wandering throughout the room before reaching his ears. His lips were still curved into that stupid smirk before he pushed up off the ground and lunged at me.


Legna - I thought it was a cool name, just thought it up one day. It's angel backwards and pronounced (LAY-nuh). And yes, I know that phrase was very popular in Lord of the Rings. "Why do you cry, Smeagol. . . ?" Okay, so maybe I HAD just finished watching TTT when I started writing this. . . .

A/N - OoOoOoO 'Tis the suckness. I hate this chapter, I truly do. There's like next to no description in it and I can't seem to make it better! ::cries:: Wah. Oh well. I guess all stories have their weak points and this will be mine. Fwee. If any of you are confused, leave me a message and I'll get back to you with any answers you are seeking. PINK BUNNY CLAN FOREVER! . Please review too, because everyone loves getting reviews .