It seems when I first put this chapter up, I forgot to mention some things. My deepest apologies. *bows* Anyway, yes this is a Yu Yu fan-fic, but with a bit of a twist. There is a lot of information in the prologue for a reason, which is this is a sequel to a fan-fic and RP written by a friend of mine, which she gave me permission to write. Well, it's actually more based on what might have happened if the ending we expect for the RP is the one we get. That's what the prologue is all about. It's actually the prompt from my character's point of view, hence the italics. And, yes, I know the names of most of the characters (all the characters except the canon ones, in fact) are not Japanese, but that is because they are actually American. This was explained in the first fan-fic, but I'll talk about it in this one later. Anyway, sorry for the confusion at first and thank you to the reviewers who brought all this to my attention.

Prologue

"I can make you forget."

Several heads shot up, all eyes on the toddler standing before them. The idea that this was the ruler of the Spirit World still baffled at least one of their number, but his words were what she focused on at the moment. Koenma watched them all quietly, judging the expressions on the humans' faces, one in particular standing out among the rest. Most of them looked resigned, willingly, or eager to take him up on his offer, but not Katrina.

The young woman stared at him in shock and what appeared to be abject horror. Yes, terrible things had happened since developing their territories, especially within the past few months, but she did not want to give up her memories of these events no matter how bad they were. Yes, some of her friends had died in the course of their missions and she was sure more terrible things would happen in the future, but running away never solved anything.

She thought back to the very day she had developed her powers, not even realizing any difference at first. It was only until she had returned to school for her senior year and they were all sitting together in the main hall as usual. Thinking back, Katrina thought her friends had been acting strange until she had done the unexpected. She had solved an overly-complicated Calculus problem... in her head. No one had been expecting, least of all her. That day everything changed.

Katrina remembered meeting Yusuke, Hiei, Kurama, and Kuwabara for the first time. She remembered the training, difficult though it had been, but infinitely helpful in the end. The young woman even remembered the day her oldest friend turned into an unemotional killing machine. That had been terrifying, but everything had worked out. They stopped the portal from opening and the bad guys were killed.

Then she remembered college and the trip she had gone on to participate in a dig in Egypt. They all thought their powers had been brought under control and they were safe. Well, they had been terribly wrong. Katrina remembered the odd reactions she was getting from her friend and partner, Jacen, and the ensuing flight for home. Her territory had exploded out of control, scaring her into returning home in the hopes one of her friends knew something more, but it didn't work out that way. And Jacen! He had helped her without a second thought. God! She definitely did not want to forget him!

The death of one of their own on the news. Katrina hadn't even heard about it from that heartless regurgitator of horrible information, but from a friend weeks after it had happened. His powers had exploded out of his control, literally. In an instant Jeff had been no more, destroyed by the very abilities he had thought under his own and had used in his and his friends' defense countless times. That wasn't even the worst of it. The demons just couldn't leave them alone and began to possess another friend, one she barely knew.

This they could have handled, but something had gone horribly wrong. Katrina glanced over at Torre, who seemed to be the most eager of all of them to have his memories erased of these horrible events. Of course he would. He had killed his best friend, Katie, while under the possession of his demonic ancestor. Ironically, she had died in an explosion as well. The young woman spared a brief moment to wonder if perhaps they were all destined to brilliant, violent ends by flame like her band teacher had once told them he wished for.

Yes, terrible things had happened and Katrina had grieved for her fallen friends, but she did not want to forget all this had happened. Good things had come out of these experiences and, though they all struggled during the past ordeal, she believed their friendship was stronger than it ever had been before and she didn't want to lose that. She didn't want to give up all that she had gained and return to a time when life had been easier. Many people often expressed wishes to return to easier times, including Katrina herself, but when the time came and the proposition offered she found herself rejecting it with every fiber of her being.

You couldn't just erase three years of a person's life and expect them to be okay with it. The experiences they had gained over the course of those years makes them who they are and would be lost along with their current selves. Katrina did not want to have to relive several years of trials and tribulations she had already triumphed over. And, most of all, she did not want to forget the adventures she had gone on. They defined her now and she would not lose them.

Katrina's attention returned to the present. Koenma had been speaking, explaining the repercussions of forgetting, but she hadn't listened. It didn't matter anyway. She already knew what would happen, having figured it out before Koenma began to explain. Then the toddler King of the Spirit World turned to her, a stern look in his eyes. Somehow, he knew what she was thinking and was going to address her concerns.

"Make no mistake," he said, staring right at the brunette. "You have no choice in the matter. I merely thought I should warn you."

Suddenly, Katrina was standing in the hallway of her high school in front of her open locker. She gathered several books and folders, shoving them in the Asian-style messenger bag she used to lug schoolwork back and forth. She waved goodbye to Molly and Kaitlyn as they parted ways for the summer, walking toward opposite ends of the hall. Katrina swung her bag over one shoulder and went to meet her mother outside. As she crossed the street between the building and the parking lot next to the radio tower something told her to glance back.

Looking up Katrina could just barely make out five figures standing on the roof. One of them gave her a small wave, which she returned, her forehead wrinkled in concentration as she tried to place them. They seemed familiar to her somehow, but she couldn't remember who they were. Shrugging, the young woman jogged over to the large, blue truck and hopped into the front seat.

Little did she know that the rest of her friends had also seen the mysterious figures. In the back of her mind she knew she had forgotten something important, but she decided not to dwell on it. All of her friends had similar feelings. Each of them felt an emptiness they couldn't explain and remembered the ghost of a past that seemed more like a dream than a past reality. They all knew these phantom-like memories had really happened, but, through some unspoken agreement, no one ever mentioned anything about those lost years.