AN: I'm rearranging some things. For those who read the original prologue you'll notice that there are some things that reflect it, but it's not the entire thing. That part will come later. Sorry if there is any confusion. I also rewrote and edited this while I was half asleep. Forgive any errors.

"Speaking"
Thinking
Mui

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Chapter 1: New Home
The halls that lead to Koenma's office were cold and silent. A swift chill ran up the back of the human guest as he turned to face the large double doors of the Spirit Prince's office. He had taken this stroll many times before and no longer needed a guide.

A large, powerful hand pushed on one of the doors and it slowly opened. The man slipped through the door and quickly closed it behind him.

"Good evening, Jackson," Koenma said from his desk on the other side of the room. He watched as the young man in front of him started closing the distance between them. A wide grin spread across the human's face. "I trust everything went well."

"When doesn't it," the human replied. Jackson He was the definition of a teenage heart throb. Tall, dark hair, sky blue eyes, handsome and possessed a personality that won the affection of almost everyone he came in contact with. These traits often made his job as a Spirit Detective easier. His charm would help him get the information he needs and often makes his enemies look at him as a joke. However, Jackson was far some being a joke. "Five dead demons, just as you asked."

"I didn't ask you to kill them."

"Yeah, but they weren't the negotiating type," Jackson said as he stopped in front of his boss's desk.

Koenma smirked at the boy's happy-go-lucky demeanor and sat back in his chair. "As pleased as I am to hear this, I doubt you came all the way here just to tell me about the success of your latest case."

"No," Jackson replied with a bit of hurt in his voice, but the spark in his eyes and smile never faltered. "No, I actually...I came to ask you a favor."

"Of course. Anything for my least arrogant and annoying detective," Koenma replied with a hint of amusement. He leaned forward now, eager to hear about the young man's request. The young human wasn't the type to ask for anything.

Jackson laughed whole heartedly. "You're still having troubles with that guy? What's his name? Yuski? Yuze?"

"It's Yusuke and when don't I?"

"If he can get under your skin that badly, I'd like to meet him some day. He sounds like a fun guy."

"If you do, maybe you can teach him some manners. Now, what can I do for you?"

Jackson let out a small sign. His shoulder's slouched slightly and he lost a bit of his overall glimmer. Most people wouldn't notice it, but Koenma could. Jackson was always happy and smiling, but there was always one thing that could make him loose his cool. One person to be more specific.

"I just put her on the plane...right before a I came."

"I see," Koenma said as he tried to hide his smirk.

"She's so excited and she'll love it, I know she will. I just...we've never been apart before. Not like this."

"You want me to watch over her?"

Jackson broke eye contact and looked down at the ground, something he never did. "Yes, I mean...could you? Not that you have to do it personally, but...maybe guide her to some people. Someone to show her around until she gets comfortable. I mean, she makes friends easily, no problem, but...I don't know. Introduce her to Yusuke, maybe." A smile started to spread across his face again as the idea popped into his head. He picked his head back up again to show Koenma his smile. "If anyone can set him straight, she can."

Koenma pretended to ponder the request, but they both knew he would do what was asked of him. Jackson had been one of Koenma's favorite Spirit Detectives and a was by far the easiest to work with. The teen had manifested his spirit powers at the six years old and quickly adjusted to his gifts. Though it wasn't a surprise since he came from a family where almost everyone had spirit energy. However, he was the strongest that had ever been and the only one to gain Spirit World's attention. When he turned thirteen he was approached by Koenma and offered a very dangerous job, which the young boy accepted eagerly. Five year later the young boy has turned into a very powerful young man.

His friend however, this girl, had also been of interest to Koenma at one point. As Jackson was being recruited for the Spirit Detective position he had made it clear that his friend knew his secret. They had been friends at a very young age and he had shown her some of his ability. For years, Koenma assigned an agent to follow the girl from afar, just to make sure she wouldn't spill any of the young man's secrets. Not only did she keep his secret, but she encourage him to sharpen his skills and become the best detective he could be.

"Of course I will look out for her."

"Thank you, sir," Jackson said as he bowed to his superior. "Thank you so much."

"You know you could've moved with her. There is room for more than one Spirit Detective in Japan."

"And leave the Big Apple defenseless? Not a chance," Jackson replied with a chuckle, standing up straight again. "Nah, this is her dream, not mine. And it's not like I'm not going to visit."

The two continued to chat idly until a blue haired girl came running into the room, her pink kimono rustled with every step. Jackson silently backed out of the room as she began bombarding Koenma with the latest information of some case. He had seen the woman before, but had never really spoken to her. He knew she and Koenma had a strong bond and she worked with another detective. Beyond that, she was a mystery.

As me made his way towards his ride back to the Human World, Jackson's heart began to sink. He had done what he had gone to Spirit World to do. He had asked Koenma for to watch out for his best friend. The woman who had been like a sister to him since they were small. The woman who was moving to the other side of the world to follow her dreams. The only real friend he had left him just a few hours ago and it was breaking his heart. But he knew Koenma would keep his word. He knew she would be safe without him.

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Between the delayed departure, a flight that was over 12 hours long, an excruciating tax ride and fighting with the doorman to let her into the building, Sarah was exhausted.

"I'm starting to regret this," she grumbled as she stumbled out of the elevator and onto the floor where her new apartment awaited her, dragging her suitcase behind her and adjusting her camera bag on her shoulder.

Come now. You're only saying that because you're tired, a harmonious voice echoed in the girl's head.

"Of course I'm tired. You would be too."

Actually-

"Save the 'actually.' I'm not awake enough for them." Sarah pulled a key and a piece of folded paper out of her jean pocket and opened it up. It read 6C, the number for her home. She walked down the hall, stumbling every other step as the thought of laying in bed and never waking up consumed her. As she walked she passed a large mirror that hung on the wall in the hallway. Against her better judgment she stopped to look at her reflection. "I look like a corpse!"

She placed her left palm on her cheek and sighed. Dark circles formed under her eyes and her tight curly hair was frizzy and sticking out in every direction. Her typical mocha colored skin looked paler than normal. Next to her stood a pale, ghostly figure with godlike beauty. Silver eyes were looking into Sarah's dark brown ones in the mirror and they held a hint of amusement. Had anyone walked passed them, they wouldn't see the tired girls companion standing next to her or her reflection in the mirror.

You're just tired. You will feel like yourself again once you get some sleep.

Turning from her reflection Sarah continued down the hall. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

You knew what you were getting into. You have taken this trip before.

"Yeah, but-"

No buts. Your cranky from being tired. Once you get some rest you will feel much better. You should also have to eat.

"No food, just sleep."

Just have something small li-

"No food, just sleep," Sarah repeated, just a tad more stern and louder. She knew she was acting bratty. Normally she would never talk to anyone, especially Mui, her secret guardian angel and friend, as if she was a child, but she was sleep deprived and was, as Mui put it, cranky.

Don't get mad at me when you feel sick later, Mui responded in a knowing, even tone.

Sarah inserted they key into the lock and turned once she found the door that read 6C. There was a clicking sound as the lock was undone and she pushed the door open. Inside was a very large and very beautiful apartment. As she walked into the apartment she took in her surroundings.

The small entry hallway had a closet to her left. It was very spacious and she knew it would be full in no time. The main room of her apartment was an open concept. After walking through the hall came the kitchen. The cabinets were a dark brown color and the granite countertopswere a mix of white and grey and the backsplash was a pattern of black, grey and white tiles. The island mimicked the look of the cabinets and all of the appliances were brand new and chrome.

Then came the dining room table. It was a simple black table with six black chairs around it.

On the other side of the of the table was the was a long grey sofa, that could pull out into a bed, with three square throw pillows on it. In front of it was a rectangular black coffee table that looked like a smaller version of the dining table and across from it on the wall was a large mounted flat screen TV.

"Oh god," Sarah groaned as she slid her bag off her shoulder and let go over her baggage. "This is too much."

She just wants you to be comfortable.

"I would be comfortable in a normal apartment. Not a mansion. I don't need all...all of this."

Call your grandmother and say thank you. Do not be bratty.

"I'll call her tomorrow."

Sarah.

"I promise."

Boxes littered the entire kitchen and living room, forcing the girl to maneuver through the maze of cardboard. They were all labeled in her grandmother's handwriting and it made Sarah miss the woman dearly. As she moved passed the dining table she walked through the hallway behind it. Down that hallway was three doors and a closet with sliding doors. There were two doors to her left and the remaining door and closet on the right. She headed to the one to the back, the one that had the boxes that read 'bedroom' on it, and went in.

Inside the room was a queen sized bed and more boxes. Sarah dug through the boxes until she found pillows and a large blanket. She flopped on the mattress, tucked the pillow under her head and wrapped herself in the blanket. The bed sheets were still packed away, but she didn't care. All that mattered was sleep.

As she drifted off to sleep Sarah's invisible ghostly friend smiled down at her. She took in the girl's slumbering form. Her messy wad of curls, her slowly rising and falling chest. Adoring eyes sparkled with love and affection toward her.

Mui was the girl's shadow friend. Nobody else could see or feel her. She was Sarah only secret in life and her eternal guardian. She loved her beautiful human host like a mother would a daughter.

~Human World: 1993~

Mui's POV
I remember the day I met my child as if it happened a moment ago. It was a beautiful sunny day, something out of a human's fairy tale. I had lived among the humans for over 4,000 years and I never met a child like her before. This small human child's soul sang to me the moment I saw her. She was small, still I toddler I believe. They all look alike at that age to me.

She had a smile that made my heart melt. Being as old as I am, I have seen billions of children smile, but her's was something to admire. She made me feel at peace with the Human World. She made me forget how much I had come to hate it and humankind.

"Do you want a flowar," she asked me in her high pitched voice. In her little hands was a bent dandy lion. Her mispronunciation of flower was the most adorable thing I had heard in centuries.

I had hidden myself away in another human around 20 years before I had met her, my latest host, and we had taken my vessels child to the park. My demon abilities allow me to mold myself into a human host and lay dormant until it dies and only my host can see or hear me, if I allow them to. As long as I stayed quiet they never knew I was there and the longer I stayed the more of my power they would absorb into themselves. This would eventually make the weak and die, but it was a small price to pay for my existence. When they perished, I'd simple move to another host.

My host, Clare was her name, had taken her son to a park that was full of other parents and children that day. I always found children to be adorable, but their parents who always wanted to exchange parenting types annoyed me. Clare took the flower from the litter girl with a smile. "Thank you, sweetheart," she replied in her disgusting high pitched voiced. What was cute with children was not cute for adults.

But the child didn't leave after handing Clare the small flower, she just continued to smile up at us. "I like...umm...I like youah peerpuh haya."

"My what," Clare asked.

"Youah peerpuh haya," the child repeated slowly, as if she was trying to dumb down her sentence.

"I don't understand."

The little girl's face twisted in anger. "Youah peerpuh," she half shouted as she pointed to the purple shirt she was wearing and the to her curly brown hair, "haya."

"Oh, my purple hair?"

The smile returned to the little girls and she screamed yes as she started to clap her hands. That's when I knew this child was special. She didn't see Clare, she saw me. Had she seen Clare she would've seen a 36 year old woman with poorly colored blond hair. Instead she saw my purple hair.

For the first time since I entered Clare I allowed myself to take control of her body. Clare became a back seat passenger in her own body. Although my physical appearance stayed hidden to the rest of the world, my persona took over Clare's body. To those who knew Clare, they would see her acting different. They couldn't actually see me for who I was, but it appeared that this human could.

"Can you see me, child," I asked the little girl calmly. She giggled and nodded her head. "What color are my eyes?"

"Red."

She had been so proud of that answer, but it was wrong. I couldn't help but to laugh at her anyway. "No, try again." I had forgotten that human children don't retain information as quickly as demon children do.

"Red," she said again, still believing that she was right.

"No. This is red," I replied softly as I pointed to the red purse Clare had brought with her. "My eyes are they same color as the clouds. What color is a cloud?"

"White!"

"Yes, very good." I didn't have the heart to tell her my eyes are actually silver, but it was close enough. "What's your name, child?"

"Tharah."

"Tharah. That's interesting."

"No, Tharah."

"Is that not what I said?"

"It's Tharah!"

She gave me the same glare that she gave Clare during their brief purple hair conversation. I thought of all the names that would rhyme with Tharah and my first hunch was correct. "Do you mean Sarah?" She nodded her head vigorously with the biggest grin imaginable.

"Sarah, would you like to be friends?" She nodded. "Good."

I reached a hand out to her and rested it upon her small cheek. This small human, this one creature, somehow saw me for who I am. Clearly she was a powerful psychic if she could see through my vessel at such a young age. I would like to admit that I chose her because I was intrigued by her gift, but that is not completely true. I could feel something in her calling out to me and I needed to know what it was.

I had to have her. From that moment on, I would be by her side forever. She was the first thing in a very long time that intrigued me, that made me smile. Finally, there was someone I could talk to. I knew she was going to be something special and there was nothing that was going to take her away from me.

"We'll be together forever," I said softly before leaving Clare and jumping into Sarah.

It broke my heart to hear her cry. Transferring bodies was always a painful process for my hosts, especially for children. Though to normal humans they couldn't see me move into her body, she felt the pain of having to absorb all of my power. It has always sent my host to the hospital for a month long stay. Since human bodies are so frail it takes them a while to get acclimated to my presence. And every time the doctors can't find the cause to their suffering, but that's simply because they don't know how to find me. But Sarah was only sick for a week, which was already a good sign that I had chosen wisely.

At first I came to her in her dreams while she was still in the hospital. She had been dreaming of puppies and kitties. I made her believe that I was a figment of her imagination, but over time I opened up to her. In time I told her just enough of who I am, enough for her to understand why I was in the Human World, but this took many years. For her younger years, I was just the voice in her head that kept her safe. The guardian demon that was always with her, but could never be touched. I would allow her to be able to see me in mirrors, but nobody else ever could. Since I was in her head she could only see what I wanted her to see.

She is my child, my little girl. I loved her more than I had ever loved anyone and no matter what came our way, I would keep her safe and away from danger. And once the upcoming war ended I would make sure to keep her by my side.

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AN: PLEASE R&R