Chapter 5

Kristen's P.O.V.

Kristen was sitting in a field. It was extremly different from the field in the woods that she'd go to to think. There were no trees in sight and the grass was extremly green. The grass went up to her shoulder and their little white flowers growing in it. She stood up and span around. There was nothing but grass and flowers for miles and miles around. She looked fown at herself and was relieved to see that she was still wearing the oversized T-shirt and shots that she put on before going to bed. She looked up at the cloudles sky. It was a cerulian blue, only a lttle darker than she remembered. It was still gorgeous though. Kristen heard some of the grass rustle behind her snd she spun around. But no one was there. She heard some grass rustle behind her again, but when she turned around there was nothing there. Then she heard the grass rustle again and again and again. She kept on turning around only to find nothing asd well. Kristen was pretty sure that she looked like a dog chasing it's own tail. She didn't know why she kept on spinning. All that she did know is that she had to find out what was behind her. She had to see what it was. After she spun for the 50th time she noticed that something was different from before. She stopped dead in her tracks.

Is it me or does this place seem... Well darker? She thought.

It wasn't the blue sun shiny field that it was a few minutes ago. mnow the grass was all yellow and dry looking ad the flowers were no longer white but a valvet black. They were no longer small little flowers either. In fact ther were roses! When Kristen looked down at the ground she saw golden vines with thorns all over the ground. They wrapped around the once green grass, choking whatever life was left in them. Kristen was standing on the vines but she was astonished that the thorns didn't peirce her bare feet. She looked up at the sky to see that it was no longer a pure cerulian blue but a harsh smoky black. She heard a cry in the distance. Someone was in pain. She ran in the direction of the sound. She had to help whatever it was. Another cry was heard rang out in the distance. It sounded much more agonizing than the first. Her heart began to race. She ran for what seem liked hours and the creaturs shreiks became louder and more frequent. She kept running she never tired. Suddenly she tripped. She fell into the thorny ground. She tried to get up but the vines were wrapping around her. They started scratching her and digging into her skin. She couldn't free herself from their grip. She atemted to shriek but as soon as she opened her mouth the vines covered it. They drug her down deeper and deeper into the earth. The their was nothing but darkness.

Kristen's eyes snapped open and she sat up. Sweat clung to her clothes. She looked at her alarm clock. It was five forty five AM.

"What the hell type of dream was that?" Kristen muttered under her breath. Her breathing was harsh and ragged.

She rolled layed back down and threw the covers over her head. She had only gotten about four hours of sleep and she was still exhaused. She couldn't sleep though. She kept on thinking about the dream. What did it possibly mean?

You're reading into this more than you should Kristen. She thought. It was probably just a dream that your sub-concious stole from your overative imagination.

Even though she told herself these things, Kristen had the feeling that it was much more than a silly little dream.

About an hour later

Kristen gave up on trying to sleep. She turned on her bedroom light and grabbed her laptop. She logged on and went on ot her favorite instant messaging program. of course no one else was online. Who in their right mind would be awake at 7:00 on a Saterday? She went to a website that she posted some of her stories and poetry on. She scrolled down. There wasn't many hits for her page. Only about 100 for the five months she's had the account. She also had to admit that most of this hits were from her friends who ofter commented on her journal. She clicked on the link that said Journal and she updated it. She mainly wrote about her dream and how weird she thought it was. She has to have been a complete idiot to write about how an anime character was in her house and then post it online. She ended her journal by asking what other people thought of it. Then she put her computer in sleep mode. It was half past seven. She left her room and went to the kitchen to get breakfast. She made a bowl of cerial and went to teh living room and turned on the TV. She watched Saterday Morning cartoons as she ate.

"What are you seven?" Hiei asked as he suddenly appeared next to her. Kristen turned around with a start.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" She hissed. Then her eyes went wide, for she finally realized that Hiei was seeing what she looked like when she first woke up in the morning. Matted hair and all. It was not a sight that she ever wished someone of the opposite gender to see.

Hiei read her mind and snickered. "Baka." He said as he began to recline on the rest of the couch.

Kristen snorted and glared at him before returning her bowl to the kitchen and placing it in the dishwsher. Then she went to the bathroom across the hall and took a shower. She decided that it was time to get ready for the day.

A little while later

Kristen decided to wear a red T-shirt with a puppy logo on it and a pair of plasid shor shorts. She wrapped up her hair in order to towel dry it. Abiut 20 minutes later she unwrapped it and brushed it. It was still a little damp so she pulled it into a ponytail and secured it with a hair tie.

After she finished primping she walked around the house looking for Hiei, but he was no where to be found. He wasn't in the living room, or the dining room, the kitchen, the garage, the master bedroom, or the backyard. Michael was still asleep in his bedroom. The only place that she didn't look was the guest bedroom. She opened the door, but Hiei wasn't there. Instead she found saw the compact vibrating on the bed. She remembered how Koenma wanted Hiei to keep it with him at all times so that he could contact him.

Kristen lunged at the bed and snapped open the compact. An image of Koenma was at the top of the screen.

"You finally answer!" Koenma hissed. "I told you to keep this compact with you at all times! Why didn't you answer!"

"Ummm well..." Kristen replied since she didn't really know what to say.

Koenma's eyes seemed to grow wider. Kristen guessed that it was because he just yelled at her instead of Hiei.

"Oh Kristen it's you." He replied as he leaned back into his chair looking stressed out. "Can you please put Hiei on the line?"

"Well I would if I could find him..." She replied sheepishly.

Koenma's face turned a shade of red. He seemed to be counting to ten before he spoke again.

"So you have no idea where he is?" He replied, he sounded calm despite his tomatoe colored face.

"No." Kristen replied.

"Well I guess you'll have to do." He replied. The redness disapeered from his cheeks.

Suddenly Kristen wore a very confused expression on her face.

"I guess Hiei is more likely to listen to you than me." Koenma replied. "He always listened to Kurama the most on missions anyway."

Hiei's P.O.V

Hiei picked up his kantana from the long blades of golden clored grass. He must've dropped it as he fell into this strange new world. He pulled the blade out if the sheath with his left hand and examined the sword. It survived the fall unscathed. He placed the sword back into it's sheath and tied it to his belt buckle. Then he started to walk back to Kristen's home.

He wondered about the strange new world that he was in. Hw wondered what world could possibly parallel this one. It definatly wasn't the same type as his own, with the Human world being parralelled by both the Spirit World and the Demon Plane. He didn't sense any demon energy besides his own which deffinetly proved this point. If there were any demons here several of them would've come to investigate by now, no matter how much weaker than him they were. He wondered how dangerous such a place can be.

He continued walking down the path and thoughs continues swimming around his head. Even though he'd only be a the house in a matter of seconds if he ran, he needed some time to think for himself. He also knew that Kristen would badger him with haughty questions such as where he was and why didn't he at least leave her a note. He sighed. The sooner that he returned home and away from her the better.

A short while later he was walking through Kristen's neighborhood towards her house. As he aproached the door he was relieved to see that she was'nt waiting for him there. He was relieved once again as he pushed the door open, finding it unlocked just as he left it. With any luck at all she didn't notice his abscense.

He almost made it to his room before Kristen spoke. "And just where have you been?" It wasn't quite the growl he was expecting.

" I went to get my kantana." He replied, honestly.

"Well Koenma just called." She said. "And there's good and bad news."

Hiei didn't respond. He just simply looked at her.

"The others are here as well." She replied. "The rest of the gang, Yuskue, Kurama, and Kuwabara.... But, something else followed you here as well. And it's not someone that's very good for this world."

Disclaimer: I do not Own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of it's characters.

Any other characters in this I made up.

Sorry for not updating for a while. School is annoying.

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