I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.

It was raining out, a slight shower that held the promise of a torrential downpour. It was only a short walk from the school to my house. There was no need to grab a ride from a friend.
Practice had run late on this night. Anxiously, I looked at my watch. 7:30 P.M. I had to get home, and soon, for my landlady didn't like it when her tenants came home past 8 P.M. There were a lot of elderly in my building, many of whom go to sleep early. They were not to be disturbed.
I threw my towel and swimsuit into my locker, quickly exchanging them for my backpack. I swiftly ran my hands all over my hair in a hurried attempt to dry it. Short as it was, it was still very wet. On any normal day, I would have used a hair dryer, but since it was so late...Besides, what was the point in drying it? It was raining out, it would just get wet again anyway.

I made my way out of the school's parking lot, heading towards the bay. My home was a good quarter of a mile from the school. Just walk by the bay, go over the bridge, and you're practically home.
It was a route that I took nearly every day of my life, and yet, I couldn't help but feel something was wrong. Very very wrong. Reaching the bay, I could have sworn I heard footsteps coming from behind me. I turned to look, seeing no one and cursing my imagination. I continued on, and I still heard the noise. I was frightened now. Timidly I turned around.

"I- is someone there?"
Suddenly, a large figure swept out from the shadows, grabbing me and covering my mouth with his hands before I had a chance to scream.

"Come on, girly." I could smell the whiskey on his breath. It made me sick, and I could only imagine what would happen to me. "Come with me and let's have some fun together." He began to pull me back behind a boathouse. As he did so, I no longer needed to imagine. I knew precisely what my fate would be.

He was pushing my body through a large hole in the boathouse, then went inside himself. He began to take off his jacket, then his pants.
Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I didn't want this!

Scrambling to get up, the floor boards under my feet let out horrible creaking sounds. I tried to hide behind a rack of oars, but it was no use. Seeing me flee, he merely became frustrated, clamoring after me. He grabbed me by my foot and dragged me back to the spot where he had thrown me down.

"Please, show mercy. I'm only fifteen!"
The man smiled at me, is yellow teeth reflecting the moon's pale light.
"That just makes it all the more worthwhile for me." He began to lower himself down upon me.

"NO!" I threw my legs up, kicking him in the stomach. Then, not knowing what else to do, I pushed myself out of the boathouse through the hole, screaming loud enough to wake the dead. Unfortunately, my blow did not deter him for long. Quickly getting to his feet, he grabbed me again. I thrashed and flung my body around in his grip, throwing us both back into the water.

Or so it seemed. I soon realized that the water had reached up and grabbed us both, hurtling us back into its depths. Impossible! I thought to myself. Continuing to struggle to get away, I saw my chance.
There was a sharp rock at jetting upwards a few yards away. An expert swimmer, I made my way to the rock, backing up and smashing my attacker repeatedly into it.
His grip loosened on me as he slipped away from consciousness. In this moment of freedom, I tried to make my way back to the surface. The water did not part for me, the water I pushed away as I rose to the top merely continued to fill above me. Fearing I would drown, I was trapped.

I felt myself, too falling into unconsciousness. Nononono.... I used all my strength to propel myself upwards, finally coming to rise above the current, bouncing up and down with the waves. As I made my way back to shore, soaking wet, I picked up my backpack, which I hadn't even noticed had fallen off me during the struggle. Slinging it back over my soaking shoulder, I hurriedly made my way home.
Looking in the direction of my home, I heard the sound of water splashing, yet it was coming inland, not from the bay.
I searched the street I was on, confused, hoping to find some sort of clarification. And there it was: a fire hydrant. I could hear them, from in front of me to a half a mile away. More amazing, I could see them too. A beautiful, grand-scale urban fountain. I could see the water blasting into the sky, the noise quite soothing, soon accompanied by the sound of rampant car alarms, caught under the force of the water pressure.

Finding it a bit odd, I hurried home, wanting to be far away from here. I was still so shaken...it wasn't until I was safely in my apartment that I realized that I was completely dry.

What had happened? I hadn't even felt the rain as I made my way from the bay....It all made no sense...I had nearly drowned! And it was raining! I should be soaked!

I would discover the truth all too soon....

I awoke in my bed, gripping the blankets tightly, my knuckles white. Pushing the covers aside, I got up to look out my window.

Every evening it was the same dream. The night held so much significance for me. It was the night I was almost raped. The night I almost died. The night I got my power........
This night, it could have been an average situation for anyone. Almost raped, but escaped. Almost drowned, but pulled through. Yet it would always be different for me. In some unexplainable way, I developed this supernatural power... Strange and yet, so fitting.
Swimming was my entire life. Starting with my lessons when I was six, I participated in city-wide meets, and joined the team at my junior high. I was quite good, and everyone had always told me I would be chosen for a scholarship.

It was quite different now. I had long since given up swimming. If I won a meet, how would I know it was because of my own pure skill, rather than a subconscious alteration of the water? I couldn't be certain. And, if I were to win such a scholarship, I would want it to be because I had earned it, not because I had accidentally cheated my way to it.

Sighing, I made my way over to my balcony. Opening the thick glass door, I made my way out into the frigid air. It was such a cold night. I hugged myself as I leaned against the rail of the balcony, staring out over the city.

I could have stayed like this forever. I didn't mind the cold, I didn't mind the lack of sleep, but I would be meeting with Yusuke and the group in the morning...and that would mean Hiei...and that would mean I needed plenty of rest to even begin to tolerate him.

As I thought of this, something caught my eye. I strained my vision to see, but found nothing.
Something moved in my peripherals, and I turned my head, only in time to catch a shadow bounding away.

It was a strange night indeed, having been spooked in my dreams, and now a creature lurking in the night. I hoped I had merely imagined it, but something in the back of my head told me otherwise.

Quietly, I made my way back into my apartment, back to my bed where I lay, counting the sheep for sleep to take me once more.