Once again, it's been a while since I posted. I actually have no reason this time other than a lack of motivation. I know talk about a horrible excuse but that's all it was. I'm a horrible Author. Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter it will reveal a couple of things for you. I hope to get addicted to writing this story again. But who knows what will happen. I'm going to try and stay on topic but, you never know. Thank you to everyone who added this story to their favorites, or added me as a favorite author. Also thanks to everyone who reviewed. I want to reply to you all, but it'd be really delayed so I'll reply to everyone in the next chapter. Sorry it's a little short.

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Disclaimer - I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters, that is the property of Sir Yoshihiro Togashi. Tora, Jiro, Tobsha, Sheng, and Shaga are all my characters. They are all my creations, no stealing!

The scene seemed familiar, in a dark room lit only by the moons bright rays busting through the window. Everything around her was soft and comforting. She sat on the edge of the bed staring out the opened window. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, a few stray pieces escaping. Multi-Colored ears twitched becoming highly aware of a light breathing behind her. Tora was afraid to turn around, afraid of what she might find. Her heart was like a jack hammer in her chest, why did this feel familiar? The feeling of a sharp nail running across the side of her face made her blood run cold. She knew what was going on now; all she needed to do was wake up. But she couldn't will herself to move in her dream, let alone wake up. The finger made its way to run through her hair, gently pulling the hair tie. Why couldn't she will herself to make this stop? What was the point in her reliving this moment all over again? A strong gust of wind shoved itself through the window, causing the curtain to flow through the room, in a single eerie movement.

Slowly the hand ran its way down her back, and all the way back up again before resting at her shoulder blade. As if cautious it began to start to slide the top of her sleeping robed down, Tora attempted to struggle against the culprit. But found herself unable to get out of his grips. He kissed his way from her shoulder blade, to her neck, and up right behind her ear. It made her sick, it made her want to hurl everything she'd eaten in the last month, and then do it again. Why was she being so weak? She knew what to do so why was she hesitating? Strong arms wrapped around her body pulling her back against a rock hard chest. This was turning worse with ever second she didn't act. Tora knew how this would end; she would feel ashamed of herself and he would be left with exactly what he wanted. Just as he began to pull the robe open to reveal the rest of her body, something inside of her cracked. Without a second thought she turned slamming her hand against his left eye. The same sickening crack she'd come to know and understand rang throughout the room, with it mixed a pained scream. Jumping away she stumbled trying to catch her footing.

Glancing back what she saw almost made her want to go and assist him, if it wasn't for what had happened over the last few years. Blood poured over the snow white sheets as he clutched his eye in an attempt to rescue it from certain demise. Standing still she watched as he reeled in pain, continuously calling her name. Pulling her robe back up on her shoulders she ran into the hallway ignoring the screaming. She knew he'd followed her into the hallway, but with the damage done to his face he'd never catch up. Tora had been used by him for years now, not that it ever ended up the whole way. However it wasn't something she enjoyed. It wasn't something that when it happened she wanted it to continue. No she wanted it to end as soon as it started, the moment she felt his hand upon her.

She froze in her spot, for what stood at the end of the hallway scared her more than what was behind her. His violet eyes bore into hers from across the room, a look of pure distaste dancing in them. She knew that look was directed at her, who else would it be for? However Tora couldn't help herself, she approached the man a sense of longing always drawing her near him. He never once stopped watching her, even when she stood a could inches away. Even when her eyes welled up with tears that threatened to flow over. Even when she clung to him and sobbed till she could no longer feel a thing. He didn't help her, he didn't hold her as she clung to him with everything she had. He didn't even pretend like he felt sorry for her. One pale hand placed itself on her shoulder before gently pushing her back.

"You can't run a way; this is what you were always meant for."

The words rung through her ears slowly, taking as much time as they needed to register. She didn't want to be a slave to past negotiations. She didn't want to have to stick to the game plan every time. Why did someone else get to plan her life for her? Tora would never understand how it was alright for one person to plan another's life. The tears were flowing freely now, a feeling she didn't currently want to experience. How could life be this cruel? Glancing back she saw the injured man leaning against the wall, still screaming in utter agony with every breath he took. She was young, but so was he. How was she to know it'd cause so much damage? The way he was looking at her from across the room made her stomach churn in more than one way.

"Tora, go help your mate."

Shooting up in bed she quickly gripped her chest. She could feel her heart pounding. In a hurried rush she tumbled into the washroom and tore off her top. Turning she glanced at her shoulder in the mirror. A relieved sigh slipped from her shaking lips as she noticed it was bare. Sliding down the wall she sat there trying to catch her breath. The cool tile chilled her legs but at this point she didn't care. How could she forget she was the one that had hurt him? Standing from her spot on the floor she walked back into the very familiar room. How had she ended up here? The last she remembered she was still in the maze. A bright blush spread across her cheeks like wild fire. She'd kissed him. He'd kissed her. Placing her fingers to her lips she stood in a daze. How had that happened? Tora couldn't believe it. That in itself seemed more like a dream than the one she had just experienced.

'What time is it?' Tora thought as she looked around. It would have helped if Youko had actually allowed her a window. Walking to the door, she didn't care that she was in her sleeping robe. At this point she just needed to walk. To clear her mind. So much had happened last night between the dream, Youko, and Jiro finding her. The visit had seemed casual enough, but there was an underhanded motive knowing him. Tora's brows furrowed as she tried to turn the knob. For some reason it wouldn't turn. She tried multiple times but it wouldn't budge. She was locked in. her eyes widened in fear that he'd actually locked her in her room.

"Let me out!" She shouted at the top of her lungs as she began slamming her fists against the door. What exactly was it made of? It couldn't be a normal wood for it hurt much more than any wood she'd ever felt before. After what felt like centuries the door flew open, but it wasn't who she was expecting. Standing there in all their glory was none other than Tobsha. Taking a few steps back she surveyed the girl again. She was quite a bit larger than Tora. Height and weight wise. Not that she was fat however she was very curvaceous. Tora had never taken the time to actually see her appearance. Just the basics, hair and eye color. Her skin was dark, probably from extended amounts of sun exposure. Her nose ended in a point making her eyes look even larger. In all truth she was lovely.

"I advise you quiet down, I wouldn't want to report your death to our Lord."

Once again the woman's accent took Tora by surprise, that and the way she sneered the title. It wasn't in the joking way in which she herself used. No it was full of actual spite. Like it left a horrible taste in her mouth if she spoke it.

"Don't say another word, it's my job to keep you in line until he returns. Wouldn't want an accident would we?"

With that she turned and left the room. What did she mean keep her in line? Tora was a handful but she never actually started too much drama, unless it was with Youko himself. Grabbing the knob again she attempted to turn it but found it was locked. Talk about Karma. Rolling her eyes she walked into the closet trying to find something to do. Who was this woman? She had to be familiar some how. She worked for Jiro that was obvious. But other than that Tora couldn't make an accurate judgment on who she was. Running a hand through her hair she glanced around the closet. It was pretty much barren apart from a couple of dresses. Sure Shaga had been nice enough to get her some clothes but she wasn't as fond of them as she was the dresses. For some reason it made her feel like an actual lady. Something she'd had a hard time experiencing as a child.

She'd grown up being one of the boys. She never had time to be girly. Her father had told her she would be better off learning how to defend herself than how to style her hair. And in the long run he was right. If he hadn't taught her how to fight she might not be alive today. Hell she knew she'd probably be six feet under. The thought of her father made her heart hurt. It'd been years since she'd seen him last and she missed him. Maybe once Youko got back she could convince him to let her go see her father. Doubtful after what she just pulled actually. Shaking the thought from her mind she walked out of the closet and back to her bed. Laying down she let sleep take her over quickly, hoping it'd coax all the mixed emotions and thoughts from her mind.