Disclaimer: This is a blanket disclaimer for the entire story since I know I will forget to add it in some of the stories. This way I don't have to worry about it. Anyway, Yu Yu Hakusho and its characters do not belong to me in any way, shape, or form. I just like to play around with them every once in awhile. Also, the previous fan-fics are not mine as well. Controlling Death's Door and The Demonic Awakening belong to a friend of mine. This story is posted with permission.

Chapter 1

And Again...

Katrina woke with a start, her eyes snapping open and staring at the white wall next to her bed. Of course, she couldn't quite tell it was white through the darkness enveloping her room. Rolling over, the brunette checked her clock which read 5:49 A.M. She groaned and felt around the box-shaped clock to turn off the alarm that would be going off in eleven minutes anyway. No point in going back to sleep if she would only have to get up as soon as she drifted off.

Sighing, the young woman sat up and swung her legs over to dangle off the side of her bed. The bed frame had come with a built in box-spring, so she ended up having two instead of the normal one because her parents had forgotten that little detail when they bought the new mattresses for her and her sister's beds. Of course, the box-spring in the bed wasn't really all that great anyway. Still, it offered an extra few inches of height to her bed that kept her feet from touching the floor. Katrina didn't really mind that, however, thinking it quite a lot of fun to be able to hop on and off the bed. Plus, she actually rather liked heights to begin with.

The brunette hopped off the bed, staggering a bit until she regained her balance lost thanks to stiff muscles. Stretching, Katrina made her way to the door and turned on her light so she could see before opening the portal and leaving the room for the bathroom. The familiar morning ritual added a sense of normalcy that seemed to have deserted her during the disturbing dream. Shaking her head, she tried to dispel the odd feeling that something just wasn't quite right that followed her for several hours after each dream.

The fact that she actually had the dreams at all worried her because Katrina was not known for having many dreams, let alone the same one over and over again. Usually she would be lucky to remember one or two dreams a year, but they had increased to two or three a month now and they were always the same exact one.

"I must really be going crazy if I'm dreaming about a toddler ruling the afterlife," Katrina told her reflection in the bathroom mirror. It just stared back at her as always. She sighed and left the room, turning the light off as she exited.

"Who's that?" A male voice called from the suddenly brightly lit living room.

"It's me," Katrina called back, answering her father with a slightly annoyed tone. "Who else would it be?"

"Get your sister up for me."

"Fine," the brunette grumbled, taking a detour to her sister's room which was right next to her own. She opened the door and called into the darkness. "Kassie! Get up!"

A mumble answered her, but Katrina ignored it. Instead, she reminded her sister that she was going to go and leave the door open so the cats could get in her room. This woke the younger girl up quickly. She hated their pets getting into her room because they were always so difficult to get back out and sometimes got lost in there. The young woman left the door open and went to the kitchen in search of breakfast.

Kassie soon followed, her face a mask of annoyance. Like every other morning she complained about Katrina's method of awakening her and letting the cats in her room. The older girl replied with her typical response about getting up on her own and proceeded to ignore her sister for the next several minutes as they ate and went back to their rooms to dress. As usual, Katrina simply rummaged around in her pile of clean clothes for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to wear for her first day of school. She was dressed and ready to leave ten minutes later and sat in the living room waiting for her sister to finish so they could go out to the bus stop.

There was nothing new about the bus ride to school either except both siblings were actually going to the same school this year. It was Katrina's senior year of high school and her sister's freshman year. They would only get to spend one year together at the same school before Katrina left for college. Where that was going to be had yet to be decided and the young woman whose decision it was hadn't bothered to stress about it until she absolutely needed to. Until she was forced to make a decision she just kept telling everyone she was undecided.

About fifteen minutes later the bus had made its rounds and dropped them off at one of the high school's side entrances. Katrina hastily put the book she had been reading away and pushed her way into the crowded aisle with her sister. They disembarked the bus and stepped through the doors of the high school right after Katrina made sure to ask the bus driver where he would be parking that afternoon. As soon as they entered the building Kassie departed for the second floor to find her locker and Katrina searched the hallway they had entered for her own.

She found it quickly and entered the combination. The door swung open on the first try. Katrina allowed herself a wry smile. Of course it had. She'd been going here for three years already and had never had trouble with combination locks anyway, even in middle school. In fact, the brunette could never figure out why other people did have trouble, even as seniors. As if sensing her thoughts a lone crash sounded down the hall, an indicator that someone was having trouble. A senior too, since this was the only hall where seniors had lockers.

Katrina knelt and began unpacking her bag, quickly putting everything in its proper place and double checking her schedule to see what she would need for her first classes and planning when she might be able to make it back to her locker to switch out materials. Footsteps echoed down the hall and stopped next to her. She turned around curiously, wondering who it could be since they were here early and most students had not arrived yet. It was Kassie still carrying her bag and looking annoyed.

"I can't get my stupid locker open," she informed her sister, staring at the open locker Katrina was kneeling in front of.

"Okay. Just let me finish putting all this stuff up and I'll come help you."

Not five minutes later Katrina was standing in front of an open locker in the freshman hallway, her sister staring at her with a mixture of awe and annoyance. The older girl shrugged and stepped back, hanging around until her sister was ready to go back downstairs. Leading the way, the brunette took up a position in the main hall, the traditional meeting spot for her friends. She sat on the floor and leaned her back against the wall, waiting for her friends to show up.

Kassie left a few minutes later, looking for her friends and vacating her spot for Molly, who had just arrived and left for her locker. When Molly returned she sat on the floor next to Katrina, setting her things down in front of her as Katrina had. The brunette smiled in greeting.

"Hi."

"Hi," Molly replied, looking Katrina over critically.

"What?" Katrina stared at her friend in confusion.

"Nothing," Molly insisted and let the subject drop as Kaitlyn arrived and Julie soon after her.

The four of them sat talking, leaving a space open for one of their number who arrived only a few minutes before the bell. She had been chatting with some of her other friends and didn't spend much time with them. No one said anything, but they all felt a little annoyed. Why, they couldn't quite pinpoint, but they felt it nonetheless. All too soon the bell to signal the beginning of classes rang. Everyone stood and made their way to their classes before the late bell rang. Fortunately, Molly's first class was near Katrina's, so they walked together.

They walked in silence, but Katrina could feel Molly's gaze fixed on her. "Seriously, what's up?" The brunette finally asked, stopping and turning to face the other girl.

"You just seem different, that's all," Molly told her, looking away quickly and beginning to walk again.

Katrina followed her and stopped her at the corner before Molly could escape to her classroom. "Different how?"

"I don't know. Just different."

"Molly, that makes no sense," Katrina sounded exasperated. After all, she didn't feel any different.

"It's probably just nothing."

Katrina just gave her friend a look and decided to let the subject drop. There was nothing she could do about it and the bell for class to start was just about to ring. The two friends parted ways and hurried to their classes. Katrina's teacher, a tall, stern woman with blond hair and glasses spent the entire class going over the rules for the school and her classroom, explaining the syllabus to the class, and handing out the art supplies they would need. As a result they did no work in class that day and had no homework.

The rest of the day passed similarly until third period when Katrina met up with Molly again in their AP English class. She sat in the empty desk next to her friend as the teacher seemed to be allowing them to choose their own seats, and looked over to see what the other girl was doing. Molly, it turned out, was drawing. The brunette watched in silent amazement. Her friend had always been an excellent artist and Katrina loved to watch her work. However, this drawing held another attraction for her. The subject looked familiar.

"Molly? Who is that?"

Molly stopped and studied her drawing then looked up at Katrina. "I don't know. I just felt like drawing him. Why?"

"He looks familiar," Katrina explained, wondering how she knew the figure in the drawing was a man. He had a slightly curvy figure, long hair, and wide eyes, but she somehow knew the person was male. She put it off as a familiarity with anime, the style she and her friends favored, and shook her head.

"You're right. He does look familiar," Molly added, snapping Katrina back to her thoughts. "I don't know why though."

Katrina just gave her friend a look and decided to leave their conversation with that. After all, she had no answers except the man seemed vaguely familiar and seemed to fit with Molly somehow. The brunette returned her attention to the front of the class where a short, rotund, elderly woman with white hair strode into the room and began the first day of school ritual she had already experienced twice that morning.

The rest of the day passed without incident and Katrina was hurriedly pulling things from her locker to shove into her messenger-style bag, the same one from last year. All the textbooks stayed, but several folders and her pencil case made their way into the bag along with Katrina's current extracurricular book. There were some papers she had to take home for various classes for her parents to sign and the brunette tried to make sure she had them all.

Finally finished, she zipped the bag closed and stood, slamming the locker door shut in a hurry. Katrina waved to her friends, still at their lockers, and took off toward the door she had entered that morning. She had to find the bus and make sure Kassie was on it before it left.

As she passed through the doors something she couldn't explain made her glance back and up. On the roof stood five figures silhouetted by the sun. One of them waved and she waved back. She didn't recognize them, but one did seem to have long hair and a curvy body. Katrina shook her head and fled onto the bus, a feeling of déjà vu and simple wrongness following her.

Elsewhere in the school three other people experienced the same thing.

A/N: Okay. Thank you first for reading this story. I did promise an explanation for all the italics in the prologue and here it is. In case anyone missed it, the prologue is Katrina's dream which she awakens from in this chapter. And, if you couldn't tell, something weird is going on, but only four of the nine original participants notice it. I'll explain more as the story goes on.