Jeez...no comments? Not even one? God, that must have been a really bad chapter then!

Well, here's a new one. I wanted to make it longer then the other ones(its probably not longer, but I can't tell..) ...decided it'd good to start to through in the second main part of the story. Sorry for all those who are into those old century fanfics, but this isn't one of those. This isn't a highschool fanfic either. Ahaha I can just picture a lot of people saying "oh thank god". Another some going "damn! I love those!". I actually enough the good ones myself.

Lets just pretend they were smart in highschool so they could get out of their hellish lives then move off somewhere else. Well can't say that for Koga, but whatever works.

There will be some cussing in this chapter...and there will actually be a LOT of cursing in this fanfic. So if your sensitive to cursing...well, sorry. But they curse a lot. So your going to have to either deal with it, or go read another fanfic.

But yeah, I'll update soon. Well...as soon as I can. I'm doing three fanfics at the same time, and all their chapters are different. Oh yeah! Sorry if their are any spelling errors...I DO use spell check. And its like...12:15. Or so my clock says...

So...enjoy, damnit.

"My god, I cannot believe how heavy these two were!" said the old woman. She had carried them from the streets all the way to her home. She placed them both on her wooden table, and put them in a neutral position. She retreated to her backroom, and got out her spell good. Flipping through pages, she landed on her intended page.

"Ahh yes…reviving…" she read to herself. "To revive a human being, you must check at how they died. If they died from sickness, they can be brought back. If one has died poisoned, then they can be brought back as well. They cannot be brought back, however, if they were injured by a weapon and bleed to death. Even if you made replacement blood, it would not help. If you wish for this person to live still, please look up 'reincarnation.'"

The old woman looked at the couple on her table. Would reincarnation be the answer? They were already young when they died…

She sighed. According to the book, this was the only way.

Getting her materials together, she began to brew up the potion. Potion colors began to mix with others, forming the color black. She finally added the last tonic, turning the entire concoction crimson red. She looked at the book for further instructions.

"This reincarnation process will take quite a while. It is likely this person will not come back until four to nine decades pass."

"That is quite a while…I hope they are ready for such…" she said. She put the potion into a cup, and poured half of it on their chests, and the other half went into their mouths. The old witch stood back for a moment, fearing what might happen.

Suddenly Koga and Ayame's bodies began to shake and quake. The table on which they laid on, joined them. After a few moments, their bodies calmed and remained in their stillness. The old witch went back to her book.

"The bodies should shake for a while. That means it is indeed working. If this has happened, then your spell has worked." The old woman smiled. 'I hope they live good lives…' she thought.

Later, she put their bodies back to their death spots. She walked away and didn't look back.

The year was 1989, and Ayame had no where to go. Her parents had gotten in a car accident, and the police wanted her to go a foster home. She insisted she rather go to an aunts house a little up north, though.

"You could stay with us, I guess. I just kind of want to know some background information." Ayame's young aunt said. Her ciggerette was starting to effecting Ayame's lungs. She coughed a little.

"Like what, aunt Sue?" Ayame said, looking up with her bright green eyes.

"Like your birthday. I gotta know that one, because if I have to sign any goddamn forms, I don't have to ask you. I'd just be embarassin' myself." She said dryly.

"Well…mommy said I was born July 15, 1984." She said quietly. Her aunt thought for a moment.

"So…you'll be six in a month. That's good." She said. She patted Ayame's back roughly, and lead her inside.

"This'll be your room; you kinda have to share it with your cousin Lacy." Aunt Sue told her. Lacy, who was playing with her dolls looked up.

"Awww, why my room?" she whined. Sue gave her a tough look.

"It'd be improper to put her in your brother's room!" she said gently hitting Lacy's head. Lacy grumbled.

"Still aint fair…" she said.

Koga was playing with a rock on the street. Much like Ayame's situation, he too lost his parents. But unlike her, he had nowhere to go. All his relatives disapproved of his parent's marriage anyway, so they wouldn't take their child.

Koga noticed his shoe was starting to get a hole. Looking around, he found a poster a little bit up the street. He took a box, and stood on it to reach the poster. He ripped off the poster and took the tape off it. Throwing the poster behind his back, he took the tape for himself and put it on his shoe. Feeling satisfied, he decided to go for a walk.

For three days, he had been on his own. He had been going to the back doored restaurants for food.

As he continued on his walk, he noticed a little girl around his age sitting on the side walk alone. He walked over to her.

"Hey, why're you all alone?" Koga said. She looked up at him for a moment.

"My cousin Lacy won't share her dolls wif me." She said sadly.

"You should push her over and take them." Koga said. Ayame giggled a little.

"I wish I could do that. But Aunt Sue would yell at me." She said. She smiled at young boy in front of her. Koga blushed a little.

"Then you should tell her to share, and once you've asked nicely, you can push her over and take them. My mommy always said if you ask nicely first, then that's all that'd matter." Koga said. He looked at the ground for a moment. The looked back at the girl.

"Well…I gots to go… stuffs to do…bye, bye." He said walking and waving. Ayame waved a goodbye.

"Finally…I'm out of that hell hole!" Ayame yelled. For sixteen years, she had been stuck with her trailer trash aunt, her bitchy cousin Lacy, and her stupid cousin John. Sense she was eighteen; she had been saving up her money. When she turned eighteen, which was a few days ago, she packed up her things and left.

Ayame got to her new apartment. Putting her last box down, she fell on the carpeted floor. Feeling it with her fingers, she knew right away, she had shag carpeting. She laughed a little.

"Guess who ever had this before me didn't want to let go of the 70's." she said to herself. She yawned a little, and fell asleep quickly after.

Koga dear, could you get me a few things at the store?" Cindy called out. Koga looked away from his 'Spike!' magazine.

"No, I don't feel like it." He said jokingly.

"Koga…." Cindy said in a warning tone. Koga rolled his eyes and got up. He put the magazine down, and walked away from the couch.

"Alright, alright. What do you want?" he called out. Cindy came out with a list. Koga grabbed it and put it in his pocket. Cindy looked up at him with much affection.

"You're such a good boy." She said to him. Koga gave a lazy smile.

"I know. Bye 'mother'." Koga said going to the door. Cindy shook her head. He was a good boy, but he had a lot of sarcasm in him.

Koga closed the door behind him, and took out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one up, and jogged down the stairs. He unlocked his pick up truck, and hopped in. For a moment, he just stopped and enjoyed the taste of his cancer stick. He started up the care, and drove off.

But not to his knowledge, this was going to be the most interesting trip to the store he ever had…