(A/N. I got some good returns so I guess I'll keep it up. Apologies for out of characterness and on with the story. Oh and if I get overly descriptive and/or verbose, um sorry for that. It's a side affect of the book that I'm reading. And I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho )

Chapter 1

"Kurama. Yo? Hey, Red. Wake up." Kurama blinked a few times then looked toward Yusuke, who was chirping in his ear. A pair of inquisitive brown eyes were gazing at him. "You're falling asleep more than, I do. And you like this sort of thing." Joked Yusuke wearing a light hearted smile.

"I'm sorry" Said Kurama sleepily, giving Yusuke an apologetic smile. "What were we talking about?" inquired the boy. He had been helping Yusuke study, but his focus was a little skewed. Kurama let his eyes scan the book that was lying on the table in front of him.

"Oh yes Pythagorean's Theorem" stated the boy, after letting his eyes hover over the book. Yusuke was already halfheartedly looking at his schoolbook. Kurama not being able to efficiently focus was not really greatly motivating Yusuke. The redhead gave a light yawn after he sketched out the formula and a picture of a triangle, on a blank sheet of paper.

"Hey Kurama, you mind if we take a break? Geometry's not really my thing. And, my head is kinda starting to hurt." Yusuke stated scratching his head, then he flattened out his slicked back ebony hair.

"Actually, that sounds like a good idea." said Kurama closing the math book he had disenchantedly been eyeing, neither his heart, or head were really into tutoring at the moment, and that just was not fair to Yusuke. Besides, Yusuke was not exactly all that avid about studying either; he himself was barely focusing on the work since Kurama began.

Yusuke had left from the table and was off rummaging through his refrigerator.

"Hey Kurama. You want anything?" offered Yusuke from inside the kitchen. Kurama politely declined, as he packed away his schoolwork into his backpack. Yusuke returned from the kitchen, a can of soda in each hand, despite Kurama's declination. The boy offered his friend the soda anyway.

"No, thank you, really."

"I don't know." said Yusuke looking at the soda in his hand. "The way you're falling asleep all over yourself I think you need the boost." Kurama smiled, and finally, though a bit reluctantly, accepted the soda. Yusuke flopped back down in his chair and opened his soda.

"So Kurama." Said Yusuke addressing his friend after he took in a large gulp from his soda, and let it slide down his throat. "What's up with you, lately?" The boy inquired slouching deeper into his chair. "You can barely keep your eyes open. Can't find enough time to sleep or something?" Yusuke concluded his statement by taking in another swig of soda, and giving a rather large grin. Somehow he was able to bypass the hardy belch.

Kurama, had just taken a small sip of his own soda, and was at the moment just holding can as it sat on the table, running his index finger around the smooth cold edge of it. The redhead seemed pretty distant at the moment; quite lost in his own thoughts so, it took a moment for Yusuke's words to register in the his ears.

Kurama raised his head and looked toward Yusuke. "It's nothing, really." stated Kurama slightly shaking his head as he waved off a thought that shot through his mind. Kurama then looked off quietly for a moment as memories from his dream played themselves out in his head. "I've just been having this strange dream lately." stated the redhead rather absently, in a quiet voice. Kurama's emerald eyes focused to a point far out in space.

Yusuke gave Kurama a rather puzzled look, than placed his can on the table, never sifting his gaze from his friend's face. "Don't tell me your losing sleep over a nightmare. The boogeyman is not going to get you" said Yusuke as if he were talking to a five year old. "Besides, after all the crap we've been through what do you have to be scared of?" inquired the boy rather dryly.

"It's not just some nightmare, Yusuke" said Kurama slightly on the defensives, the boy slightly shook his head as he spoke trying to reinforce his statement. "At least." Kurama paused to take in a deep breath, and exhale heavily. There was a bit of anxiety in the back of Kurama's eyes and a bit of fear in his voice as well. Yusuke's face softened as he realized that something really was troubling Kurama. "It doesn't feel like it" said Kurama talking more to himself than to Yusuke. Then he let his hand slide off the smooth surface of the table to rest on his abdomen for a moment.

Kurama felt a twinge of pain there, just thinking about the dream. It was if he had been watching his life flutter away, from a distance, and yet somehow he was also viewing it first hand.

"What do you mean?" inquired Yusuke. Kurama was a little surprised to hear the spirit detective's voice. He had forgotten that Yusuke had been sitting there, while he was speaking, listening to him.

Yusuke looked at Kurama quizzically, one of his eyebrows raised definitively higher than the other. There were questions floating around in his big brown eyes. Kurama gave a small shrug accompanied by a wry little smile. "You're right Yusuke." Kurama looked at Yusuke hoping that by making eye contact he could convince the boy all was well.

"It's really nothing I should be losing sleep over." Kurama shook his head as he spoke. Yusuke managed to raise his eyebrow even higher as he looked skeptically at Kurama.

"Shall we get back to studying?" inquired Kurama desperate to try and change the subject. Unfortunately it was too late to close the Pandora's Box he had opened, Yusuke was ready to start digging into it.

Kurama quickly began to riffle through his bag with one hand, while the other rested on the table. His fingers had just traced the binding of his math book, and he lifted it slightly, hoping he could pull it out before Yusuke started prodding.

"Oh no you don't." said Yusuke ostentatiously looking at Kurama. Too late thought the redhead, letting his book sink back into his bag. "Now I have to know. What's going on Kurama?" Yusuke prodded, a concerned look washing over his face. Kurama gave a conceding sigh, then lowered his head, mainly so he would not see the curious look in Yusuke's eyes, or maybe so that Yusuke could not see the fearful one in his own.

"It's been coming to me off and on, for about…" Kurama paused letting his eyes toward the ceiling, where he looked consideringly for a moment, until a number floated into his head. Once the number had been retrieved Kurama lowered his head to its original position, "about three, nearly four weeks now." Kurama nodded once again, his finger was tracing about the edge of his soda can as it had before. "When I first had the dream. Its images were unclear. Hazy… As if I were watching the scene through a dusty window."

Kurama's bright green eyes possessed a far off look to them, as he continued to speak. Yusuke was eyeing Kurama with a great deal of consideration. With each word that fell from Kurama's lips he grew a little more curious.

"Each time I had the dream, it grew more, and more clear. Until it seemed more like a recent memory. As if I'd been there. Known it. Felt it. Lived it. No." Said Kurama he shook his head reverently. "As if I were living it, at that very moment."

Yusuke listened assiduously. His mouth slipped open, as he listened wanting to spur Kurama on, find out what the dream was about. But, upon noticing the look of duress making it's way across Kurama's normally placid face, the boy's words were quieted before they even reached his throat. Yusuke slightly bit his lip just to make sure he did not blurt out anything.

"These past three days, the dream has been the most clear, and the most frightening. Especially when I dreamed it last night." stated Kurama his face became ashen, as his eyes looked beyond the surroundings of the room, and stared into the depths of his dream world.

"Each time it's always the same. I see a person, it's me. Yet…" Kurama furrowed his brow a little, angry at his own confusion. "It's not me. There are two others in the room. I don't know them, and yet they appear so familiar to the person in the dream. they are perhaps even friends." Yusuke nodded, he noticed that it seemed to pain Kurama just to relate the dream. He slightly regretted asking about it now.

"We are all fighting. Three demons against the three of us." Kurama gave a soft smile.

"Defeating the demons was easy enough. It's what happened after, that was so unsettling." Kurama began to wring his hands together, as he nervously looked about. "In the end we are all slain, by some unseen, and unpredictable force." With that said Kurama's face fell into a look of desolation.

"When I awake. I can feel pain. Pain in the spot where I received my fatal wound." Yusuke, as if for the first time, noticed the grave look Kurama wore. He also noticed how Kurama's hands nervously fluttered to his abdomen.

Kurama took a moment to suck on his bottom lip, before pulling in a deep breath. Finally having finished regaling Yusuke; he allowed himself to truly look at his friend, right in his brown eyes.

"The strangest part of it is. I actually feel the loss of the two men. It tugs at my heart, and I don't even know them. I always end up waking just to see if maybe I can revive one of them." Kurama could not help but give a weak laugh. Once the boy's smile faded he took in another deep breath, only this one was shaky, slightly inconstant. Kurama, himself, had not noticed how shaky he was, until he looked down toward a pair of white knuckles folded up in his lap. Now, he could even feel his heart fluttering abnormally.

Kurama knew he had been selective when it came to the description of his dream, but, he just felt that some of the events of his dream were best left in the dark. Or maybe it was just because it frightened him too much to want to think about it.

The ominous figure in the thick black cloak, with those sinister glowing red eyes. The sound of laughter ringing out, it made Kurama's skin crawl just to think, of even thinking about it. Really Kurama just wanted to figure out what it all meant, and what it had to do with him. Why was it him who was having the dream? Who was that person that looked so much like him, and why did he resemble him so closely? Why did the figure kill him, and why did he feel that there was so much danger wrapped up in the dream?

The redhead looked up, massaging his hands as he looked toward Yusuke. There was so much tension around Kurama Yusuke wondered how it was the boy was not snapping at every little thing. He knew for a fact that he would be, if he were in the boy's position.

"I suppose it's rather silly." stated Kurama now trying his best to calm his now frazzled nerves. He could not for the life of him figure out why this dream was so frightening to him. In all truth Kurama had hardly ever been afraid of dreams, or monsters. After all, how much does a centuries old spirit fox really have to be afraid of?

"I'm sorry Kurama I shouldn't've asked." said Yusuke apologetically, feeling if not a little guilty for riling such emotions in his friend. Kurama shook his head a drew in a calming breath.

"It's alright Yusuke. Honestly, I feel better getting that out in the open." Kurama forced a light hearted smile onto his face. A little white lie would not hurt anyone in this situation. Even Freud would have trouble deciphering the meaning behind this dream thought Kurama to himself.

"Well it's just, that's kind of heavy" said Yusuke his voice still laden with concern, and tiny hint of shame.

"Would it be alright if we changed the subject now, Yusuke?" inquired Kurama shifting uncomfortably in his chair. Yusuke gave a soft nod, even he was starting to get chills from Kurama's dream and he had not even seen it first hand. Still he could not help but feel just a little intrigued by the dream all the same.

An awkward silence took hold of the stillness in the room, as the past discussion faded into the memory. Really there was nothing more to say the thought or a cryptic and morbid dream, drifting through the minds of both Yusuke and Kurama. The ringing of a phone broke the silence. Yusuke was quite grateful for that much as a smile curled the edges of his lips. Yusuke quickly went to answer the phone, leaving Kurama at the table alone.

"Hey Kurama. That was Kuwabara. We're going out. You wanna come? We're probably gonna get some burgers or something." said Yusuke his face peering around a corner after he'd conversed with Kuwabara for a bit. Kurama gave Yusuke a grateful smile but heartily declined.

"Thanks, but no thanks, Yusuke." Kurama said gently shaking his head, a few strand of his flaming red slipped into his face with his movements.

"I've got a bit more studying to catch up on. Perhaps some other time" said Kurama now standing and slinging his bag onto his back. Yusuke nodded then his head disappeared behind the wall.

Who: Okay that oughtta do it for this chapter. Yup that's 'll do