Twistedmind29: Im so sorry guys I didn't realize I only typed half of the chapter. ::random objects are thrown at twistedmind:: ok ok! ::wacked in the face with umbrella::

Another thing people might have noticed is I can't stand writing anyone's dialogue thats why its so bad I always feel I cant quite get each ones persona like other authors can its really quite bad so bear with me .

This fic was also created for minorities of social standing. As Emo as that sounds it was to channel my own feeling a while ago which also explains the really long metaphors and short settings. I'm doing my best to try and fix these erm... less than perfect qualities but if I cant I leave my story in the hands of Riye Link/ Reue

Kuwabara was running like mad. He didn't know where he was going, or why; all he knew was he had to get there. It was odd the way his eyes were seeing things like everything around him wasn't real. Though Kuwabara's senses were usually acute he felt more like in a dream state... but every time his mind gave in to the feeling of calm the back of his throat tightened and vomit threatened to come up. In and out of focus.... half awake... It seemed the only thing keeping Kuwabara tied to reality was the painful throb convulsing in his right arm; but he just grasp his sword more firmly and began running faster. Memories began to flood his mind in spasmodic images making him sick. The day he was first beaten by Urameshi; then back to the where he was presently at. When they dived into the portal to maze castle. Suddenly the forest was no longer a blur. He saw Hiei for the first time and never thought such an innocent face could look so angry and cold. The forest seemed taller..... no he was on his knees, he had fallen. His arm throbbed painfully. He saw Yukina her and her warm beautiful smile. Kuwabara looked around him his vision was swaying .... he never noticed the makai grass was red.... He wiped his chin feeling a liquid trickle down.... the grass wasn't red it was blood. Kuwabara looked at his hands they matched perfectly with the ground.

Kuwabara suddenly had chills.

" Everything's black..... Oh duh my eyes are closed." Upon opening his eyes he realized it wasn't much different than having them closed. It seemed to be night time wherever he was. Kuwabara stood up and swayed on his feet. The pain on his arm was making his eyes tear. It was a sensation he never felt before, like all the blood was flowing as quickly as possible to up into his body; well not exactly blood it didn't feel solid, wait what was he thinking there were more important matters at hand than minor pain.. (HINT HINT) He was definitely in the Makai forest, but it seemed a different passage of the woods. Then Kuwabara noticed a scuffing sound behind him and he quickly went to draw his sword which he realized ... wasn't there. On instinct he jumped into a defensive stance and turned towards the noise. Squinting his eyes to see through the lack of light he was shocked at what he saw. There lay his sword on the ground which as it seemed was far from alone. A man was kneeling over it or what he thought was a man at first glance but noticed to long sharp ear protruding its head. His eyes also had an unhumanly essence about him which looked like Eicihie's. ( Kuwabara's cat I don't know how the hell to spell it. I can barely pronounce it) The most obvious sign of this creature being demonic was a stream of energy being pumped into Kuwabara's sword.

" Hey! What the FUCK do you think your doing!?"

But the demon seemed completely oblivious to his presence. He was showing absolutely no sign of hearing or seeing him at all; in fact he looked nervous, yes ... he could see the perspiration running down his forehead, and the occasional glance over his shoulder. The demon's ears perked up and his semblance turned suddenly to very scared. Then Kuwabara's ears (clearly not as acute as the demon's) picked up the sound that brought fear to his company. A distinct rummaging could be heard in the distance. Something was coming and fast. The demon apparently realized this and went into double time. Energy was now streaming from his arms and raging into the sword. The creature seemed completely overwhelmed at the prospect of whatever was heading his way; his pupils began to dialate and beads of sweat appeared, saturating his face. Kuwabara stood in awed silence. Then the thought accured to him that he was in a memory of some sort; similar to the experience with the blood soaked floor in the lab. Basically he was an intangible being. He stared hard at the sword on the forest floor. His sword; a twinge of anger manifested him when the weapon began to vibrate. Kuwabara was shocked believeing he had done this of his own accord when he noticed an aura enclosing not only his sword but the demon. Then as suddenly as it had began it had vanished; and shockingly .... so had the demon, while the sword was left behind looking; do I dare say, innocent?. However, the moment after made the first superfluous. Overwhelmed with the fact that the demon had as the old saying goes, disappeared without a trace, he was oblivious to the rummaging now more loudly than its ever been until it formed its finale. Kuwabara cried out in shock (though nobody could hear him) as he witnessed..... himself burst into the clearing. It was the single most awkward moment in his life as he once lived this memory; but was now watching it from a totally different perspective.

Kuwabara's brain went into overdrive. He remembered this so clearly; yet at the same time a piece of him did not want him to see this, to witness himself clutch the demonic sword as if feigned innocence. He watched himself marvel it as his head throbbed and his eyes flashed white with pain. No he mustn't see this; yes he had to; He was arguing internally he must not find; must not put two and two together-

But haven't I already told you? From the beginning; the introduction of this story. Kuwabara is and always has been more than what he seems.

Kazuma Kuwabara awoke on the floor.

"Im just a puppet..." Then he blacked out.