Tomorrow May Never Come

Disclaimer:I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho (obviously)

A/N: Thanks to Gothic-Ember who was the firs to reveiw! Woohoo. And also thanks to Poppy and Desa the Dragon; I appreciate the reviews.

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Chapter Two: A Confusing Loss

Amaya backed up unsteadily until she felt her back hit the wall; a million questions racing through her mind.

Panic flooded into her body now, replacing the numbness. She was being followed; and not only that but she knew nothing of her pursuers, she was completely in the dark.

With a shaky hand she grabbed a cloth and began to mop up the blood on the floor. The thick crimson fluid soon soaked through the tiny square of material.

She threw the cloth away and glanced down at her hands. The red liquid was blotched over her fingers. Who's blood was it? This question suddenly hit her.

Before she really had time to think it through, the shrill ringing of her phone caught her attention.

She darted out of the bathroom and lifted the receiver to her ear, "...Hello?"

There was a short pause before a familiar voice spoke up, "Hello, Amaya? I can't really say this any other way and I'm sorry but there's been an accident."

Gods, this sounded so cliché. Amaya thought as she processed the words spoken to her by her principle.

Amaya remained silent. What could Mrs.Umiko possibly tell her? That her parents were dead? Murdered? That she'd have to live in a boarding school the rest of her life? Oh wait, that's right, it's already happened. That's how she ended up here in the first place.

There was a sad sigh on the other line, "Amaya I'm so sorry but Sumi's gone."

The words hit her as though she'd fallen from a cliff. Oh God, Sumi...

Sumi had been her best friend, one of few actually. It wasn't that Amaya was cold or anti-social she just preferred to be on her own, just as Sumi had which was why they had become so close.

She couldn't speak. No words came to her. Sure she tried to form a sentence but it didn't work in her favor, "Ho-, wha-, I-...Oh God." At this point she was able to force one word out, "How?"

There was hesitation on the other end. "We-Were not sure exactly. We didn't receive an answer from her door so we went in and there was blood on the floor. A small trail leading to the window." Her principle sighed, "I really shouldn't be telling this to you, but I know how close you were. If-if you need anything you know where to go."

Amaya nodded to the phone. She didn't even pay attention to the fact that the person she was conversing with had no way of seeing her actions.

Slowly she let the receiver fall from her grip and land noisily in it's cradle.

A new emotion rose up in her. Not grief, not sadness, not depression but anger. Pure and untainted anger. They had taken her best friend from her.

Without thinking Amaya threw a light-weight jacket on over her tank-top. Flinging open her door she stormed outside to the threshold of the woods.

Driving on pure emotion she walked straight into the dense forest, following the path that she herself had made the many times she'd walked this path.

Moments later she found herself standing at the edge of the clearing. "I know you're there Damnit! Come out!" She yelled into the thick leaves.

Her head was empty of thoughts except for one: Revenge. Her anger was the only thing driving her body, bent on taking down the force that stole her friend.

In her rage, Amaya hadn't noticed the drop in her senses. And sure enough, by the time she sensed the approaching energies it was too late.

She felt a sudden blow to the back of her head and she stumbled to her knees, quickly scrambling to get up.

She ripped her katana out of it's sheath and stood waiting for her attacker to show himself.

At the sound of leaved being crunched beneath feet, she spun to face the opposite direction only to be welcomed with a flash of illuminated black light that sent her soaring backwards into a tree.

She struggled to fight off the darkness that was trying to claim her as she weakly lifted her head to face her attacker. The last thing she saw before the darkness engulfed her were two hollow, black eyes and another flash of light.

Amaya felt something warm covering her body.

Immediately her eyes shot open to survey her surroundings, Please let it have been a dream...well, nightmare actually but...

Slowly she sat up expecting the worse only to find that she was lying under the warm black quilt on her own bed.

Looking around her room she could see no one, or see anything from the ordinary.

"So it was a dream then..." She mumbled to herself in a hopeful tone. Come to think of it, it was kinda cliché, it seemed like a movie or something...

She continued her thoughts along these lines as she got dressed, trying to thoroughly convince herself that last night was really a dream.

After throwing on a three quarter length sleeved shirt and her jeans with the rips in them she swung her bag over her back and slowly made her way to her classes. The good thing about Tenshi was that the classes scheduled much like collages did, so Amaya only had a couple classes a day and the classes themselves changed day to day as well.

Slowly she sauntered into class, History to be exact, and plopped down in her usual seat in the back corner. She turned to look for Sumi next to her but the girl wasn't there, or anywhere else in the room either.

Her stomach gave a sudden lurch, What if it wasn't a dream? What if-if Sumi's really dead-

She felt her throat constrict and that familiar pressure behind her eyes so she quickly forced the thoughts from her mind. Sumi is here, she's just late as usual...I know it...

She was brought back to attention when the teacher rapped his ruler hard on the front blackboard.

"...I hope you will help them feel comfortable here. Ok now, moving on...the Korean War..."

Amaya only paid attention to the first part of that statement. Make who feel comfortable? What the hell's he going on about?

She looked around the room and her eyes quickly spotted not one, but two new faces.

She looked them over, the first, a boy with black, slicked-back hair that seemed to be done with an entire bottle of gel, he appeared to be a few inches taller than Amaya's 5'3. The second boy however, had more than just a couple inches on her, he was at least six or so inches taller. After noticing his height she also noticed his features. Wonderful, another intelligent hottie at our school...

Her sarcasm never failed.

The thing that caught her attention most about the two was the fact that the first boy had the faintest trickle of energy seeping from him. She could barely sense it, so it was impossible to get a good read on it.

As she was leaving the class her teacher caught her attention, calling her back into the room. "Amaya, it's been brought to my attention that Sumi wasn't in class because she wasn't feeling well today. Could you please bring her the assignments for today?"

Amaya nodded happily, relief that Sumi was still breathing washed through her.

Amaya was fairly surprised to see that the two boys had three of her four classes that day. She had learned the first boy's name to be Yusuke, and the second was Kizumpa...Wait...that's not right...Kuzumo? no...Oh yeah! Kazuma, that's it.

She walked down the corridor to Sumi's dorm room, holding some of the girls books in her hand.

Amaya reached the door and flung it open. She could see Sumi. She must be around the corner...she thought after checking the bathroom and not finding her.

She rounded the corner and stopped, the books falling from her hands, making muffled thumps as they hit the carpet.

Amaya's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to stay on her feet.

Blood was everywhere. There was a large pool of it over towards the small table that sat in the corner of the room next to Sumi's tiny TV. There were splatters of crimson liquid on the wall and a small trail that lead to the window.

This can't be happening...It was a dream! Sumi's just sick...that can't be her blood...

As much as Amaya wanted to fight the truth she couldn't. Sumi was gone. There was much too much blood covering the floor for her to still be alive.

The next morning Amaya got up out of bed and threw on a rumpled shirt and a pair of pants.

She hadn't slept more than an hour or two with the images of last night haunting her thoughts.

Today she had an early class so it was one of those days where she had to be up and ready by nine.

She slumped into the classroom looking quite disconcerted but then again who could blame her. She dropped her bag unceremoniously on the floor and fell into her seat.

She watched with a bored expression as the two new kids came into class a second before the bell sounded. But her expression soon turned to one of surprise and anger as she finally caught the scent of the Yusuke boy.

It was him. His was one of the energies that recognized from the previous couple of days. Was he Sumi's killer? Amaya gripped the edge of her desk, causing her knuckles to turn white, while she waited for the bell to ring. She had to talk to him.

The bell rang and she waited patiently until the boy and his unfortunate looking friend left the classroom. The planning couldn't have been better because they were the last to leave and they were also taking their precious time sauntering very slowly down the hallway.

They obviously weren't aware that the teachers here had a thing with late students. Oh well, their loss.

As the students thinned out in the hallways Amaya made her move. She walked quickly up behind Yusuke and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around and simultaneously she shoved him forcefully into a somewhat hidden corner of the hallway.

"What the-" Yusuke began his protest but was silenced as Amaya placed her sharpened pencil to his neck.

She could hear Kuwabara start to say something as he moved forward to throw her off of his friend but she shot him a death glare to rival Hiei's saying, "Don't say anything and don't come any closer, got it?"

Amaya could be very persuasive when she had to be.

"Why have you been following me?" She truthfully wanted to know about Sumi but this question just seemed to slip from her mouth.

The boy fidgeted uneasily, "What are you talking about? I don't even know who the hell you are, now let go!"

Amaya rolled her eyes, "You're a really shitty liar you know that? Now tell me why you've been following me. I know you have, I recognize you're ki."

Yusuke sighed, "Damn, guys she knows..."

You gave the boy a questioning look. What's he going on about?

Suddenly she sensed the arrival of two more energies coming from behind. She made to turn around and look but just as she saw the outline of a figure come into view a sharp pain in the side of her head caused her to slip from consciousness.

Amaya slowly opened her eyes and sat up, immediately regretting her decision as a sharp pain exploded into her skull.

"Gods, where'd this headache come from?" she mumbled to herself while clutching her forehead in one of her palms.

As the pain dulled she opened her eyes and looked around. Her chest tightened as she realized she had no idea whatsoever of her surroundings.

Luckily for her she didn't have to get up and wander around because moments later her door opened and a boy around her age walked in bearing a small smile.

"Glad to see you're finally awake, sorry about that, Hiei seemed to have hit you harder than necessary..." The boy added the last part a little nervously.

Amaya looked him over; long crimson hair and stunning green eyes. He must have been around the height of the stupid looking kid, which made him a lot taller than herself.

She stared, "Who the hell are you and where in Kami's name am I?" She asked this as thought he hadn't just tried to make polite conversation with him. Yeah, she respected that he was trying to be nice but at this point she just wanted answers.

His smile didn't fade, "You're in Reiki."