Memoir
A Fanfic by Sheepchi
Summary: Sequel to "Forgotten." "Time really does change everything, doesn't it? Hard to believe I'm the same person."
Author's Notes: Personally, I find this very exciting! I'm writing a sequel! Yay. I hope all you "Forgotten" readers enjoy it. Well, I see no more reason to delay, so on with the fic.
DISCLAIMER: I'm only going to say this once: I still don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. It's FANfiction, people.
Prologue
At midnight, the old playground was all but deserted; the little ones who spent their summer hours racing around the place had long since left, taking their parents and babysitters with them. Besides, what kind of person goes to a fifty year old playground at midnight, even in the summer?
Answer: Akiko Mishimi.
Somewhere between a coping with a near death experience, moving out of her father's house for good and starting college, she'd developed one or two odd habits.
Midnight trips to playgrounds being one.
The swing she was sitting on creaked as she rocked slowly back and forth, taking in the scenery. Not that there was a whole lot to look at.
Trees. Swing sets. Slides. A cemetery.
Alright, so the last thing was a bit unusual.
If she really thought about it, Akiko would probably say that the cemetery was the reason that she chose to haunt this particular playground. She never really thought about it, though. She never explored the cemetery enough to know enough to know what to think about it.
Kurama had told her that it was an old children's cemetery from back in the days when kids were lucky to make it to age twelve.
A slight smile came to Akiko's lips when she thought of Kurama and the rest of the friends she had made.
It had been three years ago when she met them; they stayed close.
That can sometimes happen when a group of people witness the total destruction of a world together.
Yusuke and Kuwabara had rented an apartment near hers, and Kurama was going to the same university that she was; it was nice having people that she liked around—she never had that when she lived with her dad.
By twelve fifteen, Akiko was the only person remaining in the area of the playground, even the high school kids wandering the cemetery for thrills had gone home. Akiko shivered—it was beginning to get a bit cool.
Deciding that it might be best for her to go on back to her apartment, Akiko rose from the swing and began walking back through the playground to her car.
Halfway to her parked car, Akiko glanced back at the cemetery. She couldn't have said why, but she decided to take a look around it. She backtracked her way to the black iron gates.
The cemetery itself was centuries old—the grave markers that could be read dated back to the sixteen and seventeen hundreds.
"Morbid curiosity is really starting to take an effect on me," Akiko said to no one as she wandered the rows of graves. "Next thing you know I'll start sewing together dead bodies like some kind of Dr. Frankenstein."
None of the names or dates on the stones that she read struck any kind of chord with Akiko; she walked through the graveyard with no real intentions and no real interest.
Until she saw the little boy.
He was sitting atop one of the markers, watching her with keen interest but not saying anything.
"Hey!" Akiko called. "Hey you shouldn't be here by yourself. Where are your parents?"
The little boy smiled but did not answer Akiko's questions. He gave her a little wave of recognition and then ran off.
"Hey wait a second!" Akiko shouted, and she took off after the boy.
He led her through the graves back to the gate and into the playground. Akiko had almost caught up with him. She reached a hand out to grab the kid's arm, but her grip closed on nothing but air.
Akiko slid to a stop, panting from the effort she had spent chasing the little boy.
The little boy who was now nowhere in sight.
Confused, and reasonably so, Akiko looked around the playground and to the gates of the cemetery for some sign of the little boy.
But she couldn't find one.
He was just…
Gone.
Shaking off what had just occurred, Akiko began slowly making her way back to her car.
"Weird," she murmured. "Really, really, weird."
She reached the car door, opened it and plopped down in the driver's seat frowning. "Life just doesn't want to be normal for me, does it?"
Author's notes: Yeah, prologues are always short. Sorry it took me so long to get to this fic. I hope that you guys are still interested. Well? What do you think? Good, bad, stinky? Let me know! Thanks for reading. Please review!