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Meeting Again

Chapter 2: Ruined Fun

Recap-"LET'S HAVE A SLEEPOVER!" shouted Botan.

"What????" shouted everyone (even Hiei)

Story Start!!!

"Why?" asked Hatoko.

"Because Sleepovers are fun!" replied the hyperactive grim reaper.

"Oh wonderful…we got a grim reaper on crack…"muttered Hatoko.

"I am NOT on crack!" pouted Botan. "Anyways, let's have fun! We can play truth or dare, tell scary stories, watch movies, all sleep in one BIG ROOM, pull pranks…" said Botan, going on and on…and on…

"If we agree to do this, will you shut up?" asked Ayumi, getting tired of Botan's chattering.

"YES! OF COURSE!" shouted Botan. At that proposal, some people had agreed to do this easily…some not so easily…the only ones that did not were Hatoko and Hiei…

"Come on, Ha-chan!!!" whined Tsubasa.

"NO! The last time I played, I ended up being scarred for life!!! REMEMBER???" shouted Hatoko.

"…" Silence filled the room as Tsubasa donned a look of sheepishness.

"Hiei, PLAY!" commanded Ayumi. Just as he was going to sprint for it, Yusuke and Kuwabara dog piled on him.

"Come on short stuff, don't be such a wuss!" said Kuwabara.

"Hn."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'!" said Tsubasa. "Come ON, Ha-chan!!!" whined the sister of said person from before.

"If I get scarred in any way, I get to hurt all of you…" muttered Hatoko. "Fine."

Ayumi and Tsubasa cheered, huge grins spreading across their faces.

"Let's start! Whose house is the biggest?" asked Botan. Everyone then looked at Hatoko and Tsubasa.

"Damn…Having a lot of large training halls suck." muttered Hatoko.

"You guys can come over at…hmm…Nine o'clock!" said Tsubasa cheerfully.

"By the way…When you guys start to leave, you guys HAVE to help clean up…" said Hatoko.

"…What if we don't clean and just leave?" asked Kuwabara.

"I'll make it so that you would want to commit suicide and go to hell all over again 999 times…but let's just hope it doesn't come to that!" said Hatoko cheerfully. Everybody looked at the older Hiryuu weirdly, excluding Keiko…

Both of the Hiryuu twin's smiled and said their good-byes. After a while, the whole group dispersed and was getting ready for the sleepover.

:: The Hiryuu Home, 9:01 ::

Unsurprisingly, their first guest happened to be Botan…

The cheerful grim reaper flew into the dojo, cheering. She tackled Tsubasa, excited about everything.

She let out a merry laugh and then soon got distracted by Hatoko and Tsubasa's puppy, Mina, the Chihuahua.

One by one, the guests showed up and they were all forced into a training hall, where they would be spending the night.

"Okay everyone! Lets change into our jammies!" shouted Ayumi, already in her sleep wear.

A couple of violent throwing of books later, everyone was dressed and…well, they weren't dressed to impress…But, they were in pajama's, for crying out loud!

Yusuke, sporting a red hand print on his cheek, asked, "What now?"

"Well, we could always play a game…or tell spooky stories! Or even-" Botan was cut off by Ayumi when she suddenly raised her hand and shouted, "STORIES! SCARY STORIES!"

Hatoko smirked and asked, "All in favor of story-time?"

Most people smirked, laughed, or looked scared shit-less.

The loudest reaction came from none other than the Champion of the Dark Tournament himself. "Come on! Lets do this "story time" crap! I am ready to make some people so scared that they'll start crying." said Yusuke, an evil grin on his face.

Kuwabara, his face pale, asked, "Can't we do something else?"

2 seconds later, a loud, "NO!" was shouted, courtesy of Ayumi and Yusuke.

They had identical grins on and Yusuke shouted, "I'll start!"

Ayumi ran to turn the lights off while people got in a circle.

Somehow, weirdly enough, Yusuke had gotten a flashlight and was using to his advantage.

He turned it on and shined part of it on his face. He sneered and asked in his creepiest voice, "Where should I start?"

"Just start the damned story Urameshi." growled Kuwabara.

"Can't you see that is what I am doing?" retorted Yusuke, his voice back to normal. He coughed and glared, beginning his tale. 'He never paid much attention to the neighbors living in his city block until the day the pretty middle-aged widow moved in two doors down from him. She was plump and dark with sparkling eyes, and she always wore dark gloves on her hands, even indoors.

He went out of his way to meet her, and they often "bumped" into each other in the street and stood talking. One day, as she brushed the hair back from her forehead, he caught a glimpse of gold under the glove on her right arm. When he asked her about it, she grinned coquettishly and told him that she had lost one hand a few years back and now wore a golden hand in its place. In that moment, a terrible lust woke in his heart - not to possess the lady herself, but to possess the solid gold hand that she wore under her long black gloves.

He courted the widow with every stratagem known to him; flowers, trips to the theater, gifts, compliments. And he won her heart. Within a month, they were standing in front of a minister, promising to love one another until death parted them. Within another month, he was a widower and had buried his ailing wife in the local cemetery - without her golden hand. It had been so easy. A slow poison, administered daily to resemble a wasting disease. No one - not his wife, not the family doctor, not their neighbors - suspected murder. And the night after the funeral, he slept with the golden hand under his pillow.

It was a dark night. Clouds covered the moon, and the wind was whistling down the chimney and rattling the shutters of the town house. He was deeply asleep when the door to his room slammed open with a loud bang and a wild wind whipped around the room, scattering papers and books and clothing and table coverings every which way. He sat up, startled by the sudden noise, and his pulse began to pound when he saw a greenish-white light bobbing slowly into the room. Before his eyes, the light slowly grew larger, taking on the shape of his dead wife. She was missing one arm. "Where is my golden hand?" she moaned, her dark eyes blazing with red fire. "Give me my golden hand!"

He tried to speak, but his mouth was so dry with fear that he could only make soft gasping noises. The glowing phantom moved closer to him, her once-lovely face twisted into a hideous green mask. "You stole my life and you stole my hand. Give me back my golden hand!" the dead wife howled. The noise rose higher and higher, and the phantom pulsed with a strident green light that smote his eyes, making them water.

He cowered back against his pillows, and the hard shape of the golden hand pressed against his back. And then he felt the golden hand twitch underneath him as the mangled green phantom that had been his wife swooped down upon him, pressing his face against the pillow in a suffocating green cloud. He tried to scream, but it was cut off suddenly by a terrible pressure against his throat, cutting off his breath. The world went black.

The next morning, when the housemaid came into the room with her master's morning cup of tea, she found him lying dead on the floor, with the golden hand clutched around his throat.

At the end of the story, Kuwabara, Yukina, Keiko, and Botan's faces were pale.

However, most people weren't intimidated by the story.

"Come ON, Urameshi! You call that a scary story?" asked Hatoko, turning the lights back on.

"Psh. I'd like to see YOU do any better." retorted Yusuke.

"I CAN and I WILL." said Hatoko, taking the challenge.

Suddenly, the lights flickered and the floorboards started to creak.

"What is going on?" wondered Keiko. The moment the sentence left her lips, the lights flickered once more and then they broke, shattering into pieces and leaving the gang in the dark. Literally.

"What the hell?" cursed Hatoko.

Someone was heard walking through the house and an unfamiliar spiritual energy filled their senses. The gang tensed and awaited for something. Anything.

The door creaked open slowly, and it revealed…

Chapter 2: End

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