Joanna:By the way if your wondering how I got 2 chapters in 1 day its because I already have the first 6 chapters my friends had to read it first

Joanna: Ok, so that was the intro chapter. Hopefully in this one, it'll creep ya out a bit Although I wouldn't suggest this story for the paranoid ;

Tsuko: Joanna doesn't own YuYu Hakusho, that privilege and pleasure belong both to Togashi Yoshihiro-san. And I thank him graciously for it

Joanna: Good, now ENJOY THE FIC!

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Horror 2: Fire Ants?

It was now Thursday. The day of moving in and also the day that you'd meet more friends. The packers had come early, around 8:30 so you'd have to get started without the guys, guessing they were probably in school. After receiving the call, your dad had everybody file back into the van and off you went again. You still didn't trust your brother's reasons for handing over the bonus room, its been days and you hadn't figured out. You tried confronting him about it, but he just said he was moving and had no use for it. You asked him why he didn't just take it to piss you off, and he smiled and ask, would I do that? You left it at that and went back to your bed in the hotel.
You decided not to dwell on it, but it was definitely not going to be soon forgotten. It was at the back of your mind, your subconscious still trying to figure it out. Meanwhile you were thinking about what time school would let out and when Kuwabara and his friends would be over. In about 20 minutes, you were in the driveway again. Or as close as you were going to get. The packer's truck did take up a lot of space. Your dad used the automatic garage opener and opened both garage doors. He handed you the key and you opened the front door. You pocketed the key and set the door jam in place so it wouldn't close while you or someone else were getting through with furniture.
The packer's began to unload the truck, leaving things in the garage as asked, but only you asking for assistance getting things up to your room did they venture into the house. First up was your large king sized bed. Two men got the mattress and frame while you carried the head board up. They set it in the middle of the room and you leaned the headboard against it and went back downstairs for the other stuff. Next up was a large oak office desk where your computer would sit on, then a dark mahogany bookcase, an old entertainment center, a large speaker, a light wood dresser and mirror, and a few miscellaneous boxes. Some of which contained your radio, stereo, computer, books, and other knickknacks. You thanked the men for their help as they headed down the stairs. You pretty much packed up all your stuff so you knew you had all the boxes you'd need.
You looked around the room with the stuff arranged in the middle. The only problem you saw was that this room had no closet. That may be a problem, you thought. But for another day. You stared at your stuff for a while, picturing where you wanted everything and then got to work. As you moved the entertainment center back into the wall, you felt something. Something weird. Something that made your back itch, like fire ants were marching along with sticky feet so that it pulled skin when they moved their tiny legs. You stopped and looked around. There was nothing there. No one at all to acount for the weird feeling. But just in case you walked to the wall that edged the stairs and peered over it….no one. What the hell, you thought. You shrugged it off and moved your book case next to the entertainment center and you felt it again. The fuck, you thought. You looked all around; out the window, on the stairs, around all the furniture. Still nothing.

"This is stupid, why I am I getting all jumpy suddenly?" you asked yourself.

Again you shrugged it off as you put the large speaker against the far right corner of the room a few feet by the window. Then you tried to move the bed into place against it but couldn't. You sighed and put the headboard against the wall and the speaker, that way you knew the bed would go there. You pushed the dark mahogany computer desk by the stairs against the wall, not exactly in front of the stairs, but one could still see the computer from the bottom if they lean to the wall. You heard the doorbell and was dashing down the stairs before mommy dearest or anyone else had a chance to answer it. You opened the door and saw Kuwabara with three other guys smiling. You stepped out and greeted them, closing the door behind you.

"Hey Kuwabara," you smiled at him.
"Hey, . These are the guys I told you about. You guys know who you are, introduce yourselves," Kuwabara replied.
"Name's Yusuke," a guy a bit shorter than Kuwabara said; he had on jean shorts and a light blue shirt one, his hair was slicked back, and he had the deepest brown eyes you'd ever seen.
"And I'm Kurama," a taller than Yusuke, shorter then Kuwabara, redhead said; he had on some jeans with a white shirt and a orange jacket over it. His eyes sparkled emerald, as though they were carved from the said stone.
"He's Hiei. He's quiet until he sizes someone up, or has something smart to say," Yusuke said motioning to the shortest of the group; a spiky black haired guy, with a white starburst. He had on black jeans and a dark, dark blue loose t-shirt as well as a bandana over his forehead. His eyes were as red as warm blood.
"Nice to meet you all, I'm ," you introduced yourself.
"Do you need help unpacking or anything? Then maybe we could take you out on the town. Show you the ropes here," Yusuke said.
"Actually, I'm pretty much done unpacking," you said, "But I could use some more muscle to get everything in place."
"We'd be glad to help," Kurama said.
"Cool, come on in, my rooms upstairs," you said and lead them to your room.

You all went upstairs. You sat on the computer desk as they looked over your stuff.

"Wow, that's a big bed," Yusuke said. "Mind if I sit on it?"
"Long as you help me move it over there to the headboard," you said.
"Ok," Yusuke said, "Come on then."
"Now?" you asked.
"Yeah," he said. "Come on."

You hopped off the desk and went over to the bed. Yusuke had a bottom corner while you had the other, and Kurama stood by the headboard to make sure that you didn't miss the connectors. Kuwabara went to one side and Hiei on the opposite and lifted the bed while Yusuke and you pushed it. Kurama called the connectors and you passed him a screwdriver from your pocket. He began to screw the bed to the headboard while you steadied the mattress and sat down. Yusuke sat by you and laid back, his arms crossed behind his head. You laid back with him and stared at the ceiling fan. It was on high so you watched at the gold rimming spun in a shiny blur. You stared unblinking at it and saw something in the gold. You squinted and it disappeared. You stopped trying so hard and there it was again. It looked like a face of some sort. It's mouth hung open in a soundless ghastly scream. You sat up, staring at the fixture. Yusuke jumped at your sudden movements.

"S'wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, I guess," you said still looking at the fan. "Did you see something right there?" you pointed.
"No," Yusuke said.
"Ok, well, it must be my imagination then," you said and settled back down.

You had to get up soon again anyways because Kurama finished hooking up the bed. Next Kurama and Hiei moved the dresser against the stair wall and Kuwabara and Yusuke set the mirror on it. You pushed a two-seater table a few feet in front of it, and another, much smaller, dresser connected to it. Across from the table, and next to your computer desk, another bigger dresser went.

D+O+N+'T+

In no time you had everything the way you wanted it, you all sat on five chairs that mommy dearest made you keep in your room. It went with the table, but still, five chairs was too much. But you weren't complaining now. You had gotten them all some water, and sat around resting and chatting.

"So what's around here for entertainment?" you asked.
"Friends, an arcade, mall," Kuwabara said. "Usual stuff."
"Ahh, you forgot the most important of all, Kuwabara!" Yusuke said with a smirk.
"No I didn't," he replied.

Hiei and Kurama looked at Yusuke with 'don't try it looks' and so you got curious.

"And that would be?" you asked.
"Hotels," he smirked.
You laughed, "Ok good, the perverted type. Glad I won't have to retain myself," you laughed again.
"Ahh, not offended? That's very good," Yusuke nodded in approval at you.
"Yusuke, you'll have to try a helluva lot harder than that to insult me. I'm like a brick wall in that department. Nothing gets to me,' you said.
"Perhaps I'll try that out someday," he said.
"Good luck," you smiled.
"Great, another baka hentai," Hiei muttered.
"Gasp," you said, "He talked!"
Hiei glared at you, "I can much more than that, too."
"Eheh, I'll find out later, but take your word on it now," you smiled at him.
"Hn," Hiei said, somewhat disappointed that his glare didn't make you cower and yet, he was somewhat pleased too. You weren't a coward. He liked that.
"So shall we go, gentlemen?" you said and stood.
"Gentlemen, you hear that, she thinks I'm a gentleman," Kuwabara smiled.
"Actually," you said dragging it out playfully. You got what you wanted when Kuwabara made a face in your direction. You laughed, "Come on guys."

At that moment, your second passionate hate came bounding up the stairs. Your little sister ran up and started to pester your new friends. You growled low in your throat and glared at her more viciously than Hiei had at you.

"Cynthia," you said through gritted teeth, "Shouldn't you be unpacking?"
"Mommy's doing it so nya!" the little twerp said.
"Well leave. There is nothing up hear for you," you said.
"I can do whatever I want, you can't make me leave," she stuck her tongue out at you.
You clenched your fist and jaw, "You wanna bet?" you said in a low voice.

It was true. Mommy dearest wouldn't let you hear the end of it if you so much as laid a finger on her baby girl. The little shit was spoiled beyond rotten, just because she takes medicine for seizures. But you weren't thinking of that at the moment. You were thinking of how quick you could have her and throw her down the stairs. So what if you'd get chewed out, at least it'd be worth it, right? You growled and felt a hand on your shoulder. Your anger slipped away as you looked behind you to see no one. You blinked and peeked around to the stairs. Still no one.

"What the hell?" you said aloud.
"Something wrong?" Kurama asked.
"Other than that kid being in my room, yeah," you said still looking around.
"Lose something?" Kuwabara asked.
"Something touched my shoulder, a hand, but there's no body here, and you are all in front of me…" you said.
"I didn't see anything," Yusuke said like that solved everything.
"Hiei?" Kurama asked.
"Hn," the dark one shook his head.
"Damn…going crazier already….Cynthia get out, I don't want you in my room when I'm not here," you said sternly.
"Nya!" the kid stayed put.

You were getting mad again, but Kurama touched your arm, visible. You didn't jump, or turn your anger at him, you just looked at him.

"Let's not do something too hasty yet," he said.

You knew what he meant. You sighed. He wanted to play it safe, he wanted you calm until you got out the house. Fine. You could do calm, but it wasn't helping your mental situation. Not by a long shot.

"Let's go out and get some fresh air and we'll show you around," Yusuke said.

Fresh air, he says. What you really needed was to pound that shit out of your little sister and mommy dearest. Maybe then you could calm down and release some sanity. But you knew what he meant. Get out of the house and its all good. Nothing pushed your buttons like your family. They could get under your skin by merely being present. You took a deep breath and relaxed.

"You're right, thanks. Let's go," you said.

You lead the way down the stairs and went to your dad. You asked him for some time and he said be in before 10. You hugged him and left. You were so staying out to the limit of your time. Anytime away from the family was heaven in your eyes. You skipped gleefully out the house, your new friends following. You were out into the street and a couple feet away from your driveway before you stopped and let the others catch up.

"Whoo, thank god I'm outta there!" you punched the air. "Sorry about that though."
"Not a problem, I know how annoying family can be," Yusuke said.
"Oh but you don't understand," you said and curled your fingers in the air, like you were strangling it, "The little one you saw, oh Jesus, I just want to beat her to death every time I see her. You haven't met mommy dearest but oh!" you grabbed your head in frustration and raked your fingers down your face, not cutting or hurting yourself.
"You need to release some pent up anger," Kurama said.
"Don't I know it," you admitted, "But the only way to release this anger is to dispose of the source, and I'm not ready to plead insanity yet. Oh now, definitely not yet."

The guys showed you to all the clubs that admitted minors, arcades, malls, and other shopping centers. They showed you the hang outs and all the schools. Yusuke showed you the outline of his territory. You met Kurama's mother while stopping for a quick check in. nice lady, you thought. Actually, you met all their families. Yusuke's mom Atsuko when you were passing a bar and she stumbled out, Kuwabara's sister when you stopped by his house to drop off some things Shizuru had requested. You hadn't met Hiei's but didn't bother to ask. He was the closed out type, if he wanted you to know something or someone, he'd let you know.
G+O+

It was already eight o'clock when you were hanging out at Marusho's and just browsing things. Right next door was an arcade that you could go to when you all got bored walking through the super market. By eight thirty, you were all challenging each other on the Dance Dance Revolution game with bystanders watching. As shy as you usually were, you paid them no mind as you were absorbed into the game while dancing against Kurama.

H+O+M+E+

"Time passes far too quickly," you said as you were now heading home at 9:47.
"Doesn't it, who'd have thought hanging out with a girl would be so much fun," Kuwabara said.
"Didn't that just sound so sexist," you said playfully dry.
"Yeah, and we didn't even get laid," Yusuke smiled.
"But you did get to be on my bed," you went along with it.
"As brief as that was," he said.

Kurama and Hiei were hanging back and chatting quietly to each other.

"So what do you think, Hiei?" Kurama asked.
"Hn," Hiei said in reply.
"Oh come now, I know you have a first opinion on her," he asked,
"Well, she's not dead yet, now is she?" Hiei said. "Happy?"
"Very," Kurama smiled and Hiei rolled his eyes.
"Baka fox," Hiei mumbled.
"Hey," Kurama called.
You turned to him, "Hm?"
"Do you know when you go to school yet? Or which one you're going to?" he asked.
"Well knowing my mom wouldn't even give a rat's ass about me, I definitely know I'm not going to Meiou. She wouldn't waste money on me, not willingly. My best bet is Sarayashiki. But I'm not sure when," you replied.
"Ouch," Yusuke said.
"Nyea, don't worry about it. She's hated me for a while. I hate her equally, if not more, but its all gravy now. I'm used to it. That's why I'm a tough son of a bitch to insult," you smiled.
"Yeah but still," Kuwabara said. "Your own mother…"
"A dying part of me knows that's sad, but I can't help it. She got us this far. I tried to curve myself to win her approval, but she always blows it all to hell. She wants me to completely change who I am, and I know that even then , she won't accept me. So why bother? She hates me, I hate her, we're all miserable little pawns in Fate's game in the end," you said. "But enough of that. Its bad enough that I have to deal with her everyday, I'd rather not continue this topic while with friends. It makes my mood bitter."
"Fair enough, who are we to pry," Kurama said.
"Glad you understand," you said.

Mommy dearest came out on the porch to smoke a cigarette when she saw you.

"And where the hell have you been all fucking day?" she yelled at you.
You sighed and whispered to your friends, "Gotta go deal with her nagging now. I'll see you guys tomorrow?" you asked.
"Yeah, we'll be here tomorrow after school," Kuwabara said.
"Ok, that reminds me, do you all normally get out at that time or what?"
"Early dismissal," Yusuke said.
"Ah," you said. "Alright. Later guys. Great hanging out all day."
"Later," the guys said and departed.

"Answer me when I talk to you," mommy dearest growled at you.
"Out, duh," you growled back at her, your happy mood to have been with some friends completely gone.
"Don't fucking get smart with me," mommy dearest about near spat at you.
"Like I said, out," you said glaring into her eyes very loath fully.
"And why weren't you here for supper?" she glared back.
"I caught lunch with my friends. Dad said I had to be home by ten, its 9:59 so forgive me for walking away," you said and went into the house, "Bitch," you added.

You took off your shoes and went up to your room after hugging your dad and telling him you were home. You closed the door and bound up the steps, two at a time, and turned the computer on. You closed the curtains and changed clothes while waiting for the computer to boot up. Then plopped down in the uncomfortable chair mommy dearest put in your room. You went to the internet and checked your mail, wrote to your friends in different places, checked a blog from your favorite author, Laurell K. Hamilton and then went searching for things about one of your favorite J-guys, Gackt.

B+E+W+A+R+E+

It had been quite a bit now. You were sure everyone was in bed and asleep, seeing as how it was 2am. You, yourself, were getting sleepy. Bored out of your mind, you went to a different website, something to entertain you. You went to You hadn't even begun to watch any videos when you felt that feeling again. That feeling of a thousand fire ants stinging their way up your spine. You looked behind you, down the stairs; nothing. You rubbed your eyes and heard a sound. Sounded like something brushing against the door. Your eyes shot wide and you glared down the stares into the darkness still seeing nothing. The stairs creaked, like something was coming your way, you broke a sweat. You saw nothing at all, and even when you flicked all the lights in the room on, there was still nothing to behold.

"You're just being paranoid," you told yourself.

You shivered and felt cold; mommy dearest must have put the A/C on high. You closed the vents, but that made a weird sound, the sound of air being cut off from the vents. (An: Sorry for lack of detail here, but that's about what it sounds like.) The sound was too loud for your taste, your paranoia was acting up and you wanted to hear every sound to make sure you were safe. You turned on your lava lamp that rested on your headboard and peeked down the stairs again. Still nothing. You sighed in relief. You sat back down, still sort of cold so you went and grabbed your fuzzy comfort blanket from your bed. You wrapped yourself up and sat back down at the computer. You chatted for a few more minutes before you heard something sounding like the door opened. You looked back instantaneously and still saw fucking nothing. You were getting pissed at your paranoia, but thought you should hit the hay.

"Lack of sleep, that's it," you tried to convince yourself as you shut down the computer.

You took the blanket and laid into bed, on your back, all parts of you, minus your head, covered by the blanket. You turned your pillows vertically and laid between them, sandwiched by their warm softness. You at first watched the red glow off the gold of the fans and saw that figure again. Watching you. Your mind damn near killed you thinking to yourself that it was a soulless demon here to steal your own soul. It'd probably suck your soul out of your body while you slept, so that you'd never again wake up. A part of you didn't mind dying; hell, you'd take anything in comparison to dealing with mommy dearest and her bullshit all day, every day. But then, that quiet part of you knew there was something great if you could survive her bullshit and get away. Something that you had to be alive to get.
You tore your gaze from the thing in the fan and turned on your stomach to watch the lava in the lamp float up and collide with each other. Globs of it passed in the middle and then cooled and sunk back to the bottom where it heated up again and floated back up. A simple cycle, yet still somewhat captivating. Especially when the globs collide and then join into one big glob in the middle. But it only happens when the lava is first turned on, after the flow gets going. Staring into the glass you noticed that it reflected back to you.

"What the fuck!" you said as you saw the specter looking back at you.

You sat up immediately and turned on a lamp attached to your headboard. You looked into the lava lamp again and the ghost was gone. Your heart was beating a little faster, you could hear it. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. You convinced yourself it was your paranoia and then clicked the lamp off. You settled on your side, clutching a pillow to you, wrapped the blanket more securely around you and went to sleep. Thinking of everything, but ghost and specters.

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Joanna: Well anyway, read and review! Scarier stuff next chapter, I think I'll go ahead and get to the meat of the short story.