Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. Neither do I own its characters, such as Kurama or Hiei, or the plot. I only claim onto the plotline of this story only and any other characters that do not belong to the YYH show are original and mine only. This disclaimer is effective for all following chapters of this story. There is no fine print. HEHE! I sound like I'm reading your rights here…anyway…(Jaws music)…

DEFAULT CHAP!

ATTENTION! This is the sequel to my other story, entitled What Happened To My Life, and you really need to read that WHOLE, 66 chapter story to have any hope of understanding this one. Have fun with that! To help you out, I've enclosed a small summary of it here, for those of you that have read it, but may need refreshing of it. This is a summary of only that story, not this one.

-Katrina's dad will not be coming live with her.

-Mie, currently in a kind of coma, will wake up in 70 or more years.

-Katrina was autographed (whatever that means :P).

-Jin and Touya are the two last living members of the Shinobi and are now off doing Shinobi stuff.

-Dad, Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, Hiei and Yukina will all do the spirit detective thing.

-Keiko is now happily in Japan with her family.

-Botan is back to Grim Reaper.

-Spinacheli was Kurama's real father, NOT Tatewaki Kon as Kurama led Katrina to believe, as Katrina and Kurama are only half-related.

-Katrina has gone back to the states with her mom to continue to live a normal tenth grade high school life, although, for right now, it's summertime.

-Lahri/Beauty is dead. I promise you that. She/they won't be coming back. Because remember, Sensu sucked up her soul for his rejuvenation. The soul itself is gone for good.

-Sensu as we know him is dead, even if his evil isn't, which will go on to inhabit another life form, creating another Sensu of sorts.

-The Spirit World is fine again, and Koenma and Enma can continue ruling without interference from demons like Sensu. For now. BWAHAHAHAH!

So ends the default chap. Chapter 1 is in here too because I hate when an author ONLY gives a default chap and makes you wait a whole other week to get up the first chap.

All righty! Let's get started!

Chapter 1: Florida

Sunday, June 8th, 2005

I sigh. We're in another plane bound for Florida. Also known as the most boring state in the world, where it never snows. Naturally, I am a cold weather person. I am so sick of planes. My mom just randomly decided that I needed some home recuperation, so this was what came of it. I am going to meet this once-great now-retired brain surgeon, who was also one of Mom's teachers in the first part of medical school. This is really just Mom's vacation. I am expected to keep away from her, basically, while Mom learns some tips from this Margaret Sherm character. My mom wants a surgeon's job one day. I say good luck with that.

In any case, I really didn't want to come. I am in such a bad mood right now, and I have been ever since I got home. I'm going into Japan withdrawal. One day, I will just shrivel up and they'll say it was acute unhappy disorder syndrome thingy. Yes, in those exact words. There isn't a name for my kind of disease. I doubt anything they have could cure me. And I can't even talk to anyone back in Japan through a Commir, because they'd probably confiscate it as a terrorist communication, since everyone is still panicked since the attacks 5 years ago. Not to mention my mom would flip.

Indeed, I have lost hope for everything since I left Japan. Hope never put money in anyone's pocket. Hope never saved anyone's life. Hope is a wasted emotion. I am never going to hope for anything again. If you don't have hope, you can't be disappointed. I never want to be disappointed again. I have seen too much. I'm almost at the breaking point. If I suffer one more sadness, one more hurt, I'm going to simply crumble away. Then, my remains will crumble away again.

"Katrina?"

"…Yeah?" I grunt, pretty pissed. I've been pissed this whole day. Ever since Mie and the others, I've not been feeling well. To say the least.

"I missed you so much." She gives me a hug from the next seat over.

I try not to let her see me roll my eyes. She's said that every three seconds for the last hour and a half. "…" My silence. Also known as my exact same reply every three seconds for the last hour and a half.

"I was so worried you wouldn't want to come back, that you'd just want to stay there."

I turn over to her and open my eyes. "Why's that?" How right she was.

"Why not? Katrina, in that SINGLE letter you wrote me, in the beginning of the year, you wrote how you were making so many friends! And you were always so unpopular in America!"

I glare at her. "Keep it down." She just giggles and hugs me again.

"OH! Oh, Katrina, you'll be so proud of me! I memorized their names, just for you, Kat. Uh…let's see, there was Akane, Kanerusa…Flomiki…Nabiki…Keiko, and…oh, damn—oops! Haha. I shouldn't say damn, I'm sorry. I can't remember the last one."

"Mie." I whisper. "Miyoko Fennko. Get it right."

She looks at me, a little hurt, but she ignores it and stays happy. "Oh yeah! She was the first one you told me about. Do you plan to keep in touch with any of them?"

"I…I guess Keiko. Why?"

"And not Mie? Are you two no longer friends? You wrote me so much about her! About three paragraphs were spent on her. Same with Keiko."

I sigh. "Things happened. It's not that we're not friends, it's just that…" She's in a coma.

She looks at me sadly. "Growing apart can be painful. I realized that this year, when I finished up medical school."

(Not quite what happened with Mie and I.)

I turn to my mom and manage a small smile. "You finished med school? Really? That's great." My enthusiasm says the opposite, and I know it. "I guess that's the big secret why we're going to see this doctor? So you can test out your skills and see what she thinks? I thought there was some ulterior motive…"

"Yes!" She looks so excited. "I graduated with a 3.7 GPA. I've been waiting to go back there for so long! That was the only good thing about leaving you in Japan. I didn't have to worry about you."

No Mom, of course not. I was only risking my life for 4 months rescuing the man that stole your only son away. No, it was a piece of cake. Still, it's not like it's your fault. There was no way you could have known. And you're never going to know.

"What was I talking about? Oh yeah…well, growing apart. It was pretty apparent. I told you I did my first few years of med school before I married Spinacheli—(gasp)—no, not him, it was—"

"Mom, I know he was your first husband, okay? It wasn't hard to figure out, the way you're acting. Just, go on and stop blathering."

"But I'm just so ashamed of it!" She sighs. "Promise me you'll never bring it up. Please."

"Mom, relax. It's fine. You don't need to flip out over every little thing. It's annoying."

She looks sad again. "What's wrong?"

"While I'm young, Mom, get on with it." I grumble.

She huffs at me. "Well, I married him when I was 28, and I started school when I was 23, right after college. I didn't get the chance to finish the last year after I was married, so most of my friends graduated without me. And—wouldn't you know it—when I finished it off this year, some of my friends were teachers of that very same college!"

"Are any of them dead? Your friends, I mean." I say, starting to lose the little interest I had. I'm thinking of my own friends, and Mie. How many of them are dead.

"And—huh? Did you ask me if any were dead?"

I try to think up an alibi and fail horribly. I content myself with, "Nothing. Go on."

She looks at me strangely, but continues. "Well, when I started to talk to them again, I realized that they were in a whole different level from me. I really wanted to think that things were still the same, but…they weren't. We'd grown too far apart for so long. I only alienated myself by bothering them—"

"Mom, I've forgotten your point." I mutter, and glare out the window.

"I'm getting there! Have some patience! Just letting my philosophical side out to breathe! So, anyway, sometimes when you're away from someone for a long time, you grow different ways, you turn down different paths—"

"MOM!" I say loudly. "I get it, jeez. What a pointless lecture."

"All right, all right!" She purses her lips at me. "Why are you being like this?"

I ignore the question. "So…does this mean you can become a nurse or a doctor or something? And leave that clothing shop?"

She smiles again. "I was thinking a pediatric nurse, specializing in physical therapy, to start off. When I'm done with that, I can use it as a stepping-stone to a true doctor, and then, possibly, a surgeon. We can live like rich people, Kat! I'm only 43, so I still have lots of life left in me. Lots of time."

I honor her with eye contact, something I've barely done this whole ride, and then look away. She's probably the only one that's close to me that's still alive. Everyone else died before they reached 43. Mie and Lahri. Mie and Lahri.

Well, two is close enough to everybody, okay?

"I'll be glad to see Minamino's Tailoring die." She leans her head back against the headrest. "Fitting people all the live-long day. It really takes a toll on your psyche. When I grow old and senile, that shop will haunt my hallucinations."

I don't answer. I just continue staring out the window. All of the little towns below look like dollhouses, or the motherboard of a computer.

Mie hated computers. I remember how she dreaded technology class.

NO! Don't think about her! Enjoy the plane ride!

But try as I might, the sad thoughts won't leave my mind. They only spread like a cancer, enveloping my soul, and making me more pissed than I already am.

I feel like an, awful, vicious, adult lion that's been fed nothing but carrots for a year and is forced to watch Sponge Bob all day.

Next person that pisses me off is going to die.

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Author's Note: All right, this was a bad way to start it off. But, you'll see the significance of Margaret soon. I'll see to it. MWAHAHA! And this applies to every other chapter hence: REVIEW ME! REVIEW ME! REVIEW ME! YEAH, YOU HEARD ME THREE TIMES, SO DO IT!