Spectrophilia - ViridianPetra - 悪霊シリーズ (2024)

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

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Pairings: Naru/Mai, onesided John/Mai, Ayako/Monk, Kuroda/Hiro (OC), onesided Masako/Naru (Obviously). Maybe a few additional mentions of pairings.

!WARNING: Story will include potentially frightening situations, sexual themes, sexual violence, depression and other subjects certain viewers might find triggering. Read at your own risk.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost Hunt (or any of its characters) in any way, shape or form. Enjoy!

Chapter One

Mai took a breath as she sank into her assigned seat in her first period class. The bell rang not five seconds later. Of all days, she didn't want to be late, today. If she can avoid anything that winds her up in detention, she fully intended on attending the club fair after school. She already had one in mind. Against her better judgment, she let herself imagine what he would think if he found out she's been spending all her free time writing. After all, before the heavy events a little over twelve months ago, she'd never so much as picked up a pen, except to take notes or fill out paperwork for case files.

The memory of SPR caused her heart to clench. She misses it...The cases, the excitement, the feeling of being where one belongs. More so, she misses him. She knows she shouldn't. He left her standing there, hurt and alone. She offered up her heart to him, finally confessing to everything she's tried to keep hidden since the day she met him, only for him to rip her to pieces with three small words...

“Me or Gene?”

He didn't wait for her to answer. He took his brother's recently unearthed body and left the country without so much as a goodbye. Even if his reason for returning to England is justified, the amount of time he's been gone, to her and the rest of the team, is inexcusable. Shibuya Psychic Research shut its doors on her, leaving her with no choice but to look elsewhere for employment, something she's yet to do.

For the first few weeks he was gone, she couldn't even leave her apartment. Ayako, Monk, John and Yasu all took turns visiting her, giving her a chance to talk. Her friends, Michiru and Keiko, came by as often as they could, to give her the homework from the days she missed. After a full month of moping, the rent came due and Mai had no way to pay it. She couldn't bare to ask anyone for help, but they all found out in the end. That very day, she found herself taking up the guest bedroom in Ayako's apartment.

Like adding a cooling salve to a burn, she felt immediate relief. She hadn't even realized how much her little apartment kept her grounded to the past until it was taken from her. Slowly, she found traces of her old spirit. That is, she at least found the will to get out of bed and start going to school. When she caught up on homework, taking the added stress of falling behind in school off her shoulders, she even took over the cooking and cleaning. She'd put on a French maid uniform, get down on her hands and knees and scrub the floors if she thought it would convey to Ayako how grateful she was that she refused to give up on her, going so far as to open her own home. Not that anyone but Monk would ever ask her to do so.

Monk had his own way of helping. He'd show up out of the blue, much to Ayako's chagrin, with popcorn and movies in hand. When his over the top behavior finally pushed the shrine maiden to her breaking point, Monk would give her a break by kidnapping Mai for the day. They'd grab a bite to eat, visit karaoke bars or, when the whole gang agreed, attend concerts in the park. Yasu's time was usually wrapped up in his studies, but he would do his best to find time for these little outings. Mai loved his sense of humor, inappropriate as it can be.

John's presence in Mai's life couldn't have been more appreciated. His calm, gentle nature could put her at peace on her worst day. His very presence, like the physical manifestation of light, was like water on fire. On days when Ayako had to go into the hospital for work, Mai would invite him over for tea or a movie, just to have him near. As close as her own shadow, he never passed up on an opportunity to be of assistance. In fact, it was his suggestion that she take up writing.

She'd been on a kick for several months, taking on different hobbies in an attempt to find some balance. She started with painting, something she's always wanted to do, but found herself getting far too frustrated with her own lack of talent. Switching to sports, she joined the swim team, only to nearly drown within the first three days, her lungs too weak to withstand the force of jumping off the high dive. She could have worked to strengthen them, but the frosty attitudes of her fellow teammates cemented her resolve to find another interest.

It was something new all the time. Some sport or other, arts and crafts, even rock collecting. The latter was pleasant, especially when she found ones she really liked, but didn't bring her the enjoyment she wanted. During a particularly stressful afternoon, three months ago to the day, Mai invited John over for tea and crafts.

(Flashback...)

“This isn't working.” Mai frowned, her eyes focused on the small structure in her hands, made of yarn and wire. She had a random array of decorative items in front of her, as well as an instructional packet. Her original intent was to make a yarn basket, only for it to turn into a bowl, then something that resembled a tea cup, if tea cups had a bunch of loose threads for a handle.

John looked up from his own project and offered her a polite smile. “It's a lovely...cup?”

“It was supposed to be a basket.” Grabbing the hot glue gun, Mai picked up another ribbon and tried attaching it to the monstrous mess of yarn. If she can't make what she wants to make, she'll make the best damn cloth tea cup anyone's ever seen. She gasped and shot out of her seat, dropping the glue gun onto her project, smashing it.

“My cup...I mean basket.” Mai shook her hand to ease the pain of the burn. Getting out of his chair, John gently took her arm and led her into Ayako's kitchen. Turning on the cold water at the sink, he helped her wash off the hot glue, until only a blister remained, from where she touched the glue gun's metal nozzle. “Thank you, John. I'm sorry. I'm just no good at this sort of thing.”

“You'll get the hang of it.” His confidence in her abilities was unceasing...and occasionally annoying. How many times can he watch her fail before he finally acknowledges her uselessness?

“Everything I touch burns...I don't even like doing these crafts, anymore.”

“We both know that's not true. You're very talented at your own list of things. For example, your latent psychic abilities are nothing less than incredible. Maybe crafts aren't for you...If you don't enjoy them, what would you like to try next?”

Mai repressed a sigh at John's mention of her psychic powers. Before Naru left for England, she'd been under the impression that ghost hunting was her calling. With every case SPR took, she improved on her abilities, until she was even giving Masako Hara a run for her money. And, with Gene as her spirit guide, she felt like she could solve any case. Then, Naru found his body...Gene stopped coming to her in her dreams and, without his assistance, she worried about taking a job at another psychic research company. If she boasted of her past experiences and got the job, she could let everyone down in the middle of a case. Without Gene, she has no way of maneuvering through the astral plane. So, she never gave the idea of working for another similar company any real consideration.

Mai brought herself out of her thoughts to answer John. “I really don't know...I suppose I could try joining another club at school, or do the smart thing and actually throw myself into my school work.”

John snapped his fingers, as if the idea had manifested itself to him. “What about writing? It's what the children at the church are currently working on. We originally encouraged them to start keeping journals, only for some of them to start writing short stories. It seems to really be helping them. I think you might surprise yourself with your writing ability. You've always had quite the gift for expression.”

Mai paused, really considering it. “Well...I suppose I could try. Anything's better than using that hot glue gun ever again.”

He laughed, bringing Mai right out of her funk.

(End Flashback...)

That was three months ago. In that time, Mai has really taken off with her writing. Lucky for her, all her friends are more than happy to work as her editors. Which brings her to today. The second semester of her third and final year started a little over a month ago and now it's time for the big club fair. One in particular, the creative writing club, has her complete attention. When she first started writing, she was embarrassed about it, worried it would suck as much as her other hobbies, only for everyone to tell her how good she is. Even Michiru and Keiko like what they've read.

The day went by quickly. As the final bell rang, Mai headed down to the gymnasium with her friends. Keiko handed Mai a red notebook. “I finished reading chapters eight through twelve.”

“And?” Mai smiled, always ready for constructive criticism.

“I really like it. Michiru came over to my house last night. We read it, together.”

At the mention of her name, Michiru looked up. “I never thought I'd enjoy reading a paranormal investigation story, but it really is interesting. Kind of creepy at times, but in a good way.”

“I especially like the part where your main character finds the mass grave under the floorboards of their living room. The way the bones were positioned so that you could tell how they were laying when their bodies were put there...It gave me chills.” Keiko added on.

Mai beamed. “Thank you. I'm glad it's so well received. Did you notice any spelling errors?”

“Only a couple. I have some sticky notes in there, to show you where they are. You know, you could actually get this one published, once you finish it. Have you thought about it?”

“I have...I guess that's why I'm joining the creative writing club. It's great having so many people to help with the corrections. I guess what I'm looking for is a group of fellow writers that will be able to help me better develop my characters and story lines.”

Keiko frowned, her eyes worried. “Just...be careful. I heard Kuroda talking about the club. I think she's a member.”

Mai didn't react. Ever since the events of Mai's first case with SPR, the whole school has been even more distant where Kuroda is concerned, especially Michiru and Keiko. Picking up on Mai's drop in mood, Michiru put an arm around her shoulders. “Hey, don't stress about it. There's going to be other club members. Just don't forget us little people once you're a big shot author.”

Mai grinned. “I'll make sure you two are the first to receive autographs.”

The three laughed. Making it to the center of the fair, they all went their own ways, each interested in a different club. Finding her way to the booth she wanted, Mai immediately signed her name. The girl running it caught her eye. With ashy skin, crimson hair and a somber makeup style, she definitely stood out. She offered a half smile. “Thanks for signing up. I'm Eri Hayashi.”

Mai offered her hand. “Mai.”

Eri just stared at it before returning her purple eyes to Mai's cinnamon toned ones, her brows furrowed. “You're Mai Taniyama, right?”

Dropping her hand, she nodded. “Yeah. Do I know you?”

“You know one of our members.” Eri pointed over her shoulder. Stepping to the side, Mai caught sight of Kuroda, organizing a few papers.

Mai offered her a smile, determined to get along with every member of the club. “Hey, Kuroda. Did you just sign up?”

Finishing up her task, Kuroda went to stand by Eri. “I've been a veteran member for two and a half years. I didn't know you enjoy writing.”

Mai glanced down at the red notebook in her own hands. “It's recent. I started about three months ago, but people seem to think I'm good at it. I really want to get something published, someday. I figured this would be a good place to start.”

Eri propped her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand. “Dream big. That isn't sarcasm. I get it. We all want to see our stuff published. Well, Kuroda? You're the vice president. Does she make the cut?”

Mai's smile became strained as she waited for her classmate's verdict. After a tense moment, Kuroda sighed. “Yeah, I guess that's okay. The principal wants us to have at least five members, or the club will be shut down. You know anyone else who might join, Taniyama san?”

Mai waved her free hand. “Please, just Mai is fine. No, I'm sorry. Michiru wants to join choir, again and Keiko has her heart set on the tea club.

Neither of them looked bothered by the idea of Michiru or Keiko being otherwise engaged. In fact, they both seemed to relax a little. Taking a seat on the left of Eri, Kuroda gestured to another available chair. “You can fill out the application, now, if you'd like.”

Smiling, Mai took her seat and accepted a small stack of papers. Fishing a pen out of her school bag, she set to work. About ten minutes later, Mai came to the second to last page. To her surprise, she found what appeared to be a nondisclosure agreement. She held it up to Eri. “What is this?”

Eri gave another half smile. “This isn't just a club, Mai. We're all friends. It's one thing to write something in the club and share it with your other friends. It's another thing entirely to overhear a piece of personal information and share it outside of the club. You might hear a lot of personal things. It's just a formality, to give the other club members peace of mind until they learn to trust you. We had to sign one, too.”

Mai nodded, seeing the sense. In fact, it made her feel a lot better. She'd hate to accidentally let something really personal slip in the club, only for the whole school to find out. Signing and dating the agreement, she found another formal agreement on the last page. “And this one?”

Eri looked over her shoulder. “This agreement pertains to your own personal stories, as well as everyone else's. By signing it, you agree to not attempt to steal or plagiarize someone else's work. Our goal with this club is to give writers a safe place to share their own work, without the fear of having it taken from them. The main office will get a copy of everyone's paperwork. If anything gets stolen, the guilty party is suspended from the club and from school. More than one offense risks expulsion.”

Mai sighed in relief. If she was being honest with herself, that was one of her biggest worries, that she'd trust the people of this club, only for them to turn on her and take credit for her own ideas. “I'm glad to hear that. I really think I'm going to like this club.”

Signing the papers, Mai handed them to Eri, who stood. “You two can watch the booth while I take these to the office, to be copied.”

Eri disappeared in the crowd a moment later, leaving Mai to sit in awkward silence with Kuroda. After a couple tense minutes, Mai sighed. She really should apologize for all the trouble the old school house case caused during their Freshman year. Turning in her chair, she eyed her dark haired classmate. “Kuroda?”

At the sound of her name, she looked up. “Yeah?”

“I know this is overdue. I want to apologize...you know, for Freshman year? Everyone gave you a really hard time, including me. You had no way of knowing about your latent abilities. No one even gave you a chance.”

Kuroda dropped her slate colored eyes. “You're apologizing to me? I mean...I was the one to interfere in the case, to make my story more believable.”

“You felt it was your only choice.” Mai offered her a genuine smile. “You didn't hurt anyone, so no harm done. What's a rusty nail in a doorway or a little bit of footage manipulation?”

For the first time since Mai's arrival at the booth, Kuroda seemed to really relax. After a moment, she even smiled. “Thank you. So, bygones?”

Mai offered her hand. Shaking on it, an invisible barrier between them seemed to drop. “Bygones.”

“Are...your friends still angry with me?” Kuroda retracted her hand, her careful eyes on the crowd around them.

Mai frowned. “They were never angry. I think the ones who fought you so hard on your claims were just afraid. After all, if your claims turned out to be right, they wouldn't know what to do with themselves.”

“And you also have latent psychic abilities? How did your friends take it?”

Mai sighed. “I've told them, but I try not to discuss it too often. I don't think they believe me, either.”

“But your boss, Mr Shibuya, does.”

“He believes me, as does the rest of the team I worked with.” Mai lowered her eyes.

“Worked? As in...no longer?”

She nodded. “Mr Shibuya left the country a little over a year ago. I'm still in regular contact with most of the team, but it's like he's dropped off the face of the Earth.”

When Mai chanced a look up, she found Kuroda's eyes sad as well. “That's too bad. I really had hoped...”

“Yeah?”

Kuroda shook her head. “It's stupid.”

“I doubt it. I'm a member, now, and your friend. If you tell me, I take it to my grave.” Mai held up a hand, like she was pledging.

Kuroda nodded, ever cautious. “Well, at the time...I was hoping I could convince Mr Shibuya to hire me on and, if he had the time, train me. But, if he isn't even in Japan anymore...”

“It's not a stupid wish, Kuroda. I'm sorry you never got the chance. But, you don't necessarily need a teacher to improve.”

“Who taught you?”

Mai wondered if the truth would even be believed by anyone outside of the team. Still, there's no harm in trying. “Gene. He's a spirit that acted as my guide during my dreams. I haven't seen him in a year, either, ever since his body was discovered...”

Mai trailed off, too sad to continue. Before Kuroda could respond, Eri returned with a simple yellow folder in her hands. “All done. Our copy of your paperwork will stay under file. Anyone else sign up?”

“Not yet.” Mai answered her. “Are we the only three members, so far?”

“There's one more. He said he'd stop by at some point to check on things. Speak of the devil...”

A boy with short red hair and eyes just like Eri's stepped up. “Hey, sis. Who's the new recruit?”

“This is Mai Taniyama. Mai, this is my idiot brother.”

He grinned. “It's genetic. Name's Hiro.”

“Have you been a member as long as Eri and Kuroda?”

He shook his head. “No, I joined early last year. Our mom wanted Eri and I to spend more time together. It was either join the same club as her or be forced on a mandated family camping trip. Turns out, I'm not half bad once I manage to get something down on paper. I mainly handle the club's finances. Nothing spectacular. Just petty cash to pay for supplies.”

“He's hopeless in most departments, but he does keep the club stocked with fresh paper and pens.” Eri shrugged. “With Mai, we have four members. We'll need one more, or we're sunk.”

Grabbing a spare chair from the back of the booth, Hiro sat himself on the other side of Mai. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “Well, I guess all we have to do is wait.”

Half an hour went by, with no one so much as glancing at the booth. Eri let out an irritated noise. “Last semester, we had eight members. Three graduated early at the end of last semester. What ever happened to Hana?”

“I hear she's auditioning for the cheer squad.” Hiro told her.

Eri rolled her eyes. “You would know that.”

“Hey, all I'm saying is, if things don't pan out for her there, she'll come crawling this way. She's one of those overachiever types. She has to always have a club.”

“What's the name of that other girl?” Kuroda began, looking deep in thought. “Saki? She's a second year, so she should still be around.”

“I'm pretty sure you scared her off, Eri.” Hiro snickered. “Right before Summer break, you were convinced she stole your notebook, only to find it buried in your locker in an avalanche of papers.”

“I apologized to her.” Eri sighed. “Mai, as our newest member, would you be willing to talk to Hana and Saki before the end of the club fair?”

Mai smiled, pleased the club president would trust her with such a vital task. If she failed to bring in at least one of these girls, the club might be disbanded. “Sure, I'd be happy to. How will I find them?”

“Take Hiro with you. He knows what they look like.”

He stood and stretched his arms. “Ready?”

Mai collected her book bag. Putting her red notebook in it, she stepped away from the booth with Hiro. Stopping by her locker just outside of the gym, she put her bag away before following him further down the hall. “Where will we find them?”

“Well, Hana should be at cheer try-outs. Since the gym is filled up with booths, they're holding the try-outs on the soccer field.”

“Alright.” Mai squared her shoulders, determined to put her best foot forward. If she manages to convince both girls to join, she'll really earn the respect of her fellow members.

He laughed. “You look like you're going into battle. Relax. I'll give you as thorough of a debriefing as I can. Hana is one of those study hard, play later types. She's always trying to improve her transcripts, so she can get into this fancy university in America, once she graduates. She's probably only auditioning for the cheer squad because it, like most sports related clubs, offers more credits. She's not too athletic, so there's a good chance she'll end up agreeing to return to our club. Saki is really shy. If you try talking to her, she'll either hide behind her hair or run off. It's best she doesn't even see me when you find her. Ever since Eri accused her of stealing, even after the whole mess was cleared up, she's been even more withdrawn. She doesn't like to talk to Eri more than necessary and she's not too fond of me, either, for even being related to Eri.”

“I'll do my best.” Mai tried not to let it discourage her. Even if she can't convince Saki, Hana will still give them enough members to keep the club open.

They arrived at the soccer field just in time to watch one of the applicants mess up a front flip and fall on her face. She leaned up and rubbed her nose. “Ow...”

“Next!”

Mai frowned. “I hope she's alright.”

The injured girl walked off, her nose a little red, but otherwise unharmed. Hiro pat Mai's shoulder. “She's fine. You see the girl on the bleachers, with blond, curly hair? That's Hana.”

Mai stepped onto the bleachers. “I'll talk to her. If I need you, I'll call you over. Alright?”

He gave her a thumbs up. “Go get her.”

Approaching the flaxen haired girl, Mai smiled. “Hello, Hana?”

The girl looked up in surprise. “Do I know you?”

“My name is Mai Taniyama. I'm one of the newest members of the creative writing club. Do you mind if I sit?”

The confusion left her eyes. “If you'd like.”

Taking a seat, Mai watched the people on the field for a moment before returning her attention to Hana. “Do you think you'll sign up again, this semester?”

She bit her lip. “I don't know. I just had my cheer audition a few minutes ago. If I could make the squad, that would look incredible on my transcripts...”

“I really hope you do.” Mai told her truthfully. “But, if you don't, there's always a place for you with the creative writing club. I hope you'll consider us for your alternative.”

“I always do.” She sighed. “This is my third time auditioning for the squad. Originally, they didn't even hold auditions for my third year, until one member had to move away and two ended up failing all their first semester classes and were dropped. If I tank again...I'll find Eri and sign up.”

“I really mean it when I say I hope you make the squad. I'd hate to have to settle for an alternate club, should the writing club be disbanded.”

When Hana realized Mai wasn't just trying to butter her up, she smiled. “You're really nice. I see Eri's already put you to work. I bet you have others to try and recruit. Don't let me keep you.”

“You aren't keeping me. Do you know when you'll find out the results?”

“That girl down there is the last one to audition, I think. If the past two years are anything to consider, they've likely already decided. We should find out in a few minutes.”

“If you don't mind, I'd like to wait out the results with you.”

Hana smiled. “I'd like that.”

Sure enough, after five minutes of deliberation, the few wearing uniforms announced three names and sent the rest away. Mai frowned as she noticed Hana's disappointed look. “I'm so sorry. I really hoped...”

“No, it's okay. I really do enjoy the creative writing club. I just hoped for something a little bigger. Eri's in the gym, right?”

“The booth is set up in the middle of the room. Would you like me to walk you to it?”

“No, that's okay. I need to change, first.”

Mai walked Hana to the bottom of the bleachers before parting ways. Hiro raised a brow, asking for a yay or nay. Mai wanted to smile, but felt too bad for Hana to do so. “She's going to change, then sign up for the creative writing club.”

“Alright.” He held up a hand for a high five. Mai gave it to him, her mood still dampened. “You seem upset about it.”

“I feel bad for her. This is her third year trying out for the squad. She'll be graduating at the end of the year. She won't get another chance after this, unless she wants to try out for the university squad at this American school she wants to attend.”

“I'm getting the feeling you're too nice for your own good.” Hiro teased, nudging Mai with his elbow.

She finally managed a smile. “No, not really. Where will we find Saki?”

“That's a good question...I didn't see her in the auditorium. She might have gone home right after school.” Walking inside the school, they made their way down random halls, in hopes of finding her. “So you'll know her when you see her, she's short and has really long, brown hair.”

“Is that a crack on short people?” Mai pretended to be offended.

He grinned. “No, I swear. I mean she's shorter than you. You're not really that short.”

Mai shrugged. If she thought about it, she supposed she was taller than several of her female classmates, except for Kuroda. If Eri were to compare heights, she'd probably also be taller. Mai stopped when Hiro did. She followed his gaze to the gym doors. Two girls were peering inside, both too shy to enter. One fit the description Hiro gave. “Is that Saki?”

“Saki and her friend, Rin. I'll take my leave. Tell me how it goes.” Running off before the two girls could see him, he left Mai to do her job.

She held up a hand. “Hello, are you Saki?”

The girl in question, just as Hiro had described, started to lean back, to hide in her own hair. “Who are you?”

Mai stopped a couple feet from the girls and gave her best smile. “My name is Mai Taniyama. I'm the newest member of the creative writing club. I was wondering if you intend on reapplying, this semester.”

Saki shared a look with her friend. “I don't know. Last time, things were...tense.”

“I understand. I wouldn't want you to join any club you'd feel uncomfortable being a part of. If you'd like me to, I'll inform the others of your decision to not join. But, if you have any interest, I'd be happy to bring you an application, so that you can turn it in at your leisure.”

She seemed to relax ever so slightly. “I suppose...I really could use a club credit.”

Mai beamed. “I'll fetch you an application right away.”

“Wait!” The girl named Rin called after Mai as she started to turn around. She had lighter shade of brown hair than Saki, cut to her shoulders. “Will you get me an application, too? I need a club credit.”

Mai broke into a full grin. “I'd be happy to. Just a moment.”

Returning to the gym, Mai skid to a stop in front of the booth. Before Eri could react, Mai snatched up two blank application packets. Eri held up a hand as Mai turned to leave. “Wait, who's signing up?”

“Hana should arrive on her own in a minute. Saki and her friend, Rin, will both sign up, too.”

Eri's jaw dropped slightly. “Three people? Are you serious? What are you, the poster girl for school clubs?”

Mai waved a hand before backing away. “Nothing like that.”

Returning to Saki and Rin, Mai handed over the applications. The girl went off on their own. Hiro found Mai after that. “Well?”

“Even Rin asked for an application.” Mai beamed. “I feel accomplished, I've got to say.”

“I'll say. Eri's gonna lose her spot as president if she doesn't step up her game.”

Mai paled. “I'd never try to step on anyone's toes, especially the club president. I'm just happy to be a member.”

“I'm happy you're a member, too. Don't get me wrong, I like spending time with the other members, but they can be a little gloomy. You're just so...lively.”

Mai smiled a little, her thoughts far off. “If you met me a year ago, you wouldn't say that. Even just a few months ago, I'm sure I was a pain to be around.”

“Now, I doubt that.” He leaned against the wall by the auditorium doors. “Hey, what year are you in?”

“I'm a third year.”

“Dang.” He snapped his fingers. “I'm a second year. Most of the club will be graduating on me at the end of this semester. Eri will probably dump the president position on me.”

“I'm sure you'd make a great president. You'll very outgoing. Finding more applicants shouldn't be an issue for you.”

Hiro put a hand to his heart, false shock on his face. “A genuine compliment? Eri would have a heart attack if she heard that. She thinks I'm brain dead.”

“Sisters like teasing their brothers.” Mai smiled, thinking of her play fights with Monk and Yasu. Speaking of, she should plan a get together at a cafe or something, so she can share the news of joining the creative writing club with everyone. “I'm going to head home. Will you say goodbye to your sister for me?”

“Will do.” He waved as she left the hall.

Stopping by her locker, she collected her things. With her book bag on her shoulder, she left the school. Walking down to the public bus stop nearest her, she headed back to Ayako's apartment, too pleased with the day's events to do more than stare out the window and daydream. At her stop, she hurried into the building and up to the apartment. Ayako had just emerged from her bedroom with a towel on her head when Mai stepped in. “Hey, how'd school go?”

“Really well.” Mai stepped into the kitchen with Ayako and explained the day's events over tea.

Ayako grinned. “That's the spirit. You want to plan something for tonight, to celebrate?”

“I joined a club. That's hardly worth celebrating. But, I would like to get everyone together.”

Ayako sighed. “I guess I can make the calls. You probably want to shower before we go out.”

“Thank you.” Mai hurried off to the comfort of her private bathroom. One shower later, they left the apartment.

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The evening passed quickly for Mai. Before she knew it, school ended the following day, allowing her to attend her first official club meeting. Saying her goodbyes to Michiru and Keiko by their lockers, she went down to the second floor of the school and into class 2-F. The rest of the club had already gathered, Eri and Kuroda talking at the front, Hiro perched on the sill of one of the windows with an MP3 player, Hana, Saki and Rin in some of the desks.

Eri gestured towards Mai as she went to stand near the dry erase board. “I'm sure everyone is already acquainted with Mai Taniyama. Rin Nakamura is also new to the club.”

Waving politely, Mai went to take a seat as Kuroda stepped forward with a clipboard. She passed it to Mai. “You'll sign in on this at the start of every meeting. It will be kept up front.”

Signing her name, Mai leaned over to give it to Hana. Eri waited until the board was returned to her to continue. “Our club is pretty simple. We write what we'd like and help each other, if help is wanted. We try to keep things casual. There won't be any kind of hardcore structure, like other clubs. Write if you want, read if you want. Each meeting, everyone can put up writing prompts on the board. If you're in need of paper, pens, pencils or the like, see my brother. Anyone have anything they'd like to say?”

Hana raised her hand. “Should we select a book for the club to read, like last semester?”

Eri nodded. “Any suggestions on this semester's book?”

Everyone suggested titles. While Eri, Hana and Kuroda debated between two different suggestions, Hiro went to sit in a desk next to Mai. On closer inspection, she realized the MP3 player she thought he was holding was actually a phone. He appeared to be watching a video. Averting her eyes, Mai opened her mouth to join the discussion when he spoke.

“Hey, you guys. Check this out.” Hiro waited until the room settled down. “There's this crazy video going viral.”

Eri sighed. “Is this really necessary?”

“I wanna see.” Hana went to sit by him. After a few seconds, everyone eventually gravitated towards him. Mai leaned over in her desk. He started the video over. It showed a girl being recorded from a few feet away. She had her attention on the girls surrounding her. She might not even realize anyone is recording her.

“I mean it, it happened. I heard about it from Amaya, so I wanted to try it, myself. I sat in my room and lit a candle, then laid on my bed in my pajamas. I called for a spirit and it came. I could feel its hands on my thighs, going up higher...I got scared at the last second, so I started saying a prayer. You have to remember to close the veil afterwards. It's very important.”

A girl standing next to her crossed her arms. “You actually invited a spirit to have sex with you, Hina?”

Another girl scoffed. “Liar. I talked to Amaya about it. She's gotta be lying, too. There's no way you can actually do that.”

A girl off to the side entered the shot. Her next words identified her as Amaya. “It really happened to me. You have no idea how it feels. If it happened to you, you'd believe.”

A boy behind the camera laughed. “And, how does it feel? How does it feel to do it with a ghost?”

“I didn't let it get that far!” Hina shouted as Amaya answered him, a smirk forming.

“Nothing can describe it. It feels real, but it's not real sex, so it doesn't count. Aren't you curious? Wouldn't you like to invite some ghost to do it with you?”

A boy in the shot snickered. “I guess so...If she was some hot girl ghost.”

Hina crossed her arms over herself. “Don't say things like that unless you mean it...”

The video stopped. Hiro looked around the room, waiting for a reaction from everyone. Saki inched away, her cheeks red. Eri smacked her brother on the head. “Don't show videos like that. This is the first day. You're gonna scare everyone off. You can't actually do stuff like that.”

“It's called spectrophilia and it is real. I actually knew someone who used to do it.” Hiro defended. “This video was shot at another school in the district. Apparently, it's turned into a craze over there. Just wait...It'll probably spread here, just like the love spell trend. It could become the next test of courage.”

Mai remained silent as the two siblings argued. Spectrophilia? How has she never heard of that? Being involved with the spiritual world, she's heard of a great many things, even if she either couldn't or wouldn't try it. But, this...this is something else, entirely. To invite a spirit to be with you in an intimate setting...It's like breathing life into the legends of succubi and incubi. Mai shook her head, getting chills. That can't be possible...She's had her fair share of experience with these spirits and has never happened upon one with sexual gratification as its sole reason for remaining grounded to the Earth. Love, yeah. Revenge, all the time. She's even been face to face with a monster determined to murder and bathe in the blood of the young, in an attempt to prolong a life that was snuffed out long ago...but, sex?

She blushed just in time for Hiro to see it. He grinned. “Someone thinking about it?”

Mai shared a look with Kuroda, the only other person in the room to truly believe in spirits. She was also blushing, a look on her face that said, 'Is it possible?' Mai made silent plans to talk with her after class. Eri finally lost her cool. “One more word about specter-phobia, or whatever it is, and you'll get kicked out of the club.”

Gaining control of the room, Eri got everyone back on track. An hour later, everyone left the room. Anyone interested in reading the book of the semester would need to find a copy of it at a bookstore. Mai waited right outside the door, waving goodbye to anyone that acknowledged her. When Kuroda exited, Mai grabbed her arm and started gently pulling her aside. Kuroda furrowed her brows. “Mai, what is it?”

“Do you think it's possible? Spectrophilia?”

Kuroda looked over her shoulder, on the lookout for Eri. Spotting her further down the hall, she returned her attention to Mai. “Maybe...I had an incident once, where I thought I could feel something touching my arm. But, people get those phantom tingles all the time and mistake them for something more. Those girls from the video are probably full of it, especially that Amaya. If something you couldn't see actually went all the way with you, wouldn't you be a little less...proud of it?”

“She doesn't think it counts as real sex. She said that in the video.” Mai shrugged. “If it happened to me, yeah, I'd be horrified. Of course, I've had much more experience with the paranormal than her. The point stands...Is she full of it or is there a little truth to what she's saying? Everyone's heard the myths and legends of succubi and incubi. Well, what do you think?”

Kuroda wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. “I really don't know.”

Hiro was the last to leave the room. Shutting the door, he gave Mai and Kuroda an inquiring look before smirking. “You actually believe it, don't you? Look at you both. You look like you're about to jump out of your skins.”

Mai felt a little irritation bubbling. On a normal day, Hiro can be really fun to be around. But, when he turns a freaky situation into a joke... “It's not funny. We're not sure what to think. It's not something I ever thought was possible.”

“But, you do, now?” He calmed down, likely just for her benefit. The corner of his mouth twitched every few seconds, urging him to at least smile.

“I don't know what to think. Even if that in particular isn't possible, if enough people believe in it, who knows what could happen. There's power in the human spirit. It's nothing we should be messing with.”

Mai's phone buzzed. Digging it out of her bag, she checked the text.

Message:
Hey, I'm here to take you to dinner. Everyone is waiting at the restaurant. -Monk

Returning her gaze to Hiro, she found him looking a little bummed. “Got somewhere to be?”

“Yeah. I'm sorry I got upset about this.”

“Sorry I goaded you.” He seemed to genuinely mean it.

“No apologies needed. See you at the next meeting, Kuroda.”

Mai parted ways with them and headed for the exit. She barely made it around the corner when she ran right into Michiru and Keiko. The latter had a brow raised. “Were you just talking to Kuroda?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” Michiru was even more surprised.

“Why not? We're in the same club. If possible, I'd like to really patch things up with her. I think I'm off to a good start.”

“Really?” Keiko blurted out. “After all the trouble she put you through during that case?”

“That was two years ago.” Mai frowned. “I can't let that one incident keep me from finding a friend in her. When we're on the same page, she's really easy to talk to. I'm sorry to run like this. My ride is here.”

Mai sort of ran off mid discussion. Her worry about Michiru and Keiko's reaction to her truce with Kuroda left her when she got into Monk's vintage car. He grinned, a stylish pair of sunglasses on. “Hey, kid. Ready for dinner?”

“Yes.” Her stomach growled for emphasis.

“Enjoy the first club meeting?”

“Yeah. After a bit of a hiccup at the start of the meeting, we selected a book to read at our leisure, over the semester and talked about the stories we're all working on. Kuroda is a really great writer. At least that's what I'm getting from her complex plot lines.”

“You two are actually getting along?” He seemed as surprised as Keiko and Michiru.

“So far, so good. We mainly bonded over that hiccup I was telling you about. I'm not sure if I even want to say. It's kind of...NSFW.”

He removed his shades and raised a brow. “Not safe for work, huh? Do tell.”

She twiddled her thumbs. Should she actually tell someone she views as a brother or father figure about this? She has already opened the conversation up. “It's this craze at another school in the district. It might just make its way over to my school...”

Mai trailed off as Monk pulled into the cafe. She could see Ayako waiting by the cafe doors. If she told Monk, Monk would tell Ayako and then the whole group would know. She really would rather avoid having to talk about sexual intercourse with spirits around John. He might have a heart attack. Monk nudged her shoulder. “You were saying?”

“Don't worry about it.” Mai hopped out of the car. Approaching the doors, she paused. Ayako's eyes held way too much compassion for Mai to want to know what she was about to say.

Ayako put an arm around Mai. “Come inside. We have something to tell you.”

Her heartbeat seemed to double as she was led to the table, Monk trailing behind. Glancing over her shoulder, she found him staring with equal confusion. Even Yasu seemed thrown off. John, on the other hand, seemed to be on the same page. He gestured to the chair next to his. Taking her seat, Mai gave him an inquiring look. “Do I want to know what's going on?”

John handed her his glass of water. “It's alright. The news is just a little surprising.”

Sitting across from her, Ayako sighed. “I received a phone call while you were at school. This is gonna come out of the blue. Mai...Naru's back in Japan. He's reopening SPR.”

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Chapter Text

Chapter Two

Sitting across from her, Ayako sighed. “I received a phone call while you were at school. This is gonna come out of the blue. Mai...Naru's back in Japan. He's reopening SPR.”

Mai felt like her brain had shut down. She heard what Ayako said, but it didn't register, even as everyone else at the table started talking about it. Monk gawked. “He's back? Seriously?”

Yasu looked to John. “You don't seem surprised. When did you find out?”

“He called me early this afternoon. I felt it would be best to keep it to myself until we could get everyone together. Ayako called me right after he called her.”

Monk glared at Ayako. “Why didn't you tell me? What, you don't think I can keep a secret?”

Ayako wasn't phased. “You couldn't keep a secret if your life depended on it. Besides, why would I tell you before telling Mai?”

Mai came to. She shook her head. “I think I just hallucinated.”

Ayako managed a half smile. “No, I really did say it.”

“What did he want? Just to tell you he's reopening the office?” Mai slumped a little in her chair.

“Actually, he asked if I'd be willing to rejoin the team. Apparently, he asked John the same thing.”

“What's that little bastard thinking? That he'll just call everyone back like the last year never happened?” Monk seemed more actively pissed over the whole issue than anyone, even Ayako or Mai. “What did you tell him?”

“I told him no, of course. Why would I agree?”

Mai looked to John. “And you? Did you turn him down, too?”

He frowned. “Actually, I did say I'd consider it. At the time, I was under the impression that he'd be calling everyone, especially you, Mai.”

“He hasn't called you?” Yasu asked. “I figured you'd be his first call.”

“Remember how I damaged my phone this last Summer? I had to get a new one on Ayako's plan, with a new number. He wouldn't have any way to get a hold of me, except through Ayako herself. Did...you tell him I'm staying with you? Did he even ask about me?”

Ayako crossed her arms. “I didn't give him the chance. The moment he asked if I wanted my old position back, I hung up on him. He hasn't called back.”

“Uh...Guys?” Monk stared down at his phone, placed on the table by his drink. “I'm pretty sure that's his number.”

Ayako shushed the table. “Everybody, not a word. Answer it.”

Monk flipped the phone open and pressed speaker. “Hello?”

Yasu scrunched his mouth up, looking ready to burst out laughing. Ayako hit him in the gut before silently shushing him, again. The sound of Naru's voice echoing through the quiet cafe sent chills down Mai's spine.

“Takigawa.”

Mai would have rolled her eyes if she wasn't in shock. Of course he'd just assume Monk knew exactly who's calling, as if it's only natural to keep someone as a contact after a whole year of not hearing from them. Ayako had to shove Monk to get him to talk. “That you, Naru?”

“Who else? I'm sure you've already heard from Matsuzaki and Father Brown. I'm back in the country and will be reopening the company on Monday, October twenty-third. Your position is still available for you. You'll need to stop by the office at some point in the next couple weeks, to fill out the necessary paperwork.”

Monk shared a look with everyone at the table. “They didn't tell me anything. Did either of them take you up on it?”

The two second pause was enough to nearly break Yasu. He had to bend over and bite his shirt sleeve to keep from laughing. Ayako smacked him on the head. Naru answered. “It's likely both will agree. When will I be expecting you?”

“Have you tried calling anyone else?” Monk ignored his question. “Have you tried calling Yasuhara or Mai?”

“I have other calls to make. Will I see you or not?”

“I'll think about it.” Monk hung up the phone.

Yasu finally burst into side splitting laughter. “You actually hung up on him. He's probably gonna murder you when you show up at the office.”

“Who says I'll show up? I'm getting the feeling he's saving Mai for last. I'll bet he has no idea he doesn't have her number. As soon as he finishes calling everyone else, he'll realize and have to call someone, again.”

Ayako smirked. “Five hundred yen it's going to be me.”

“I'll take that bet.” Yasu finally calmed down. “I bet he'll just call me and ask for her number.”

Ayako's phone lit up a second later. It was Monk's turn to lose it. “Yasu, pay up.”

Yasu handed over the money, too amused to be upset about losing it. “Okay, answer it.”

Waiting until everyone settled down, Ayako put her phone on speaker. “Two calls in one day. I'm starting to get the feeling you like me.”

Monk put his face on the table. Even Mai managed a smile. Naru wasn't taking the bate. “I'll need Mai's number.”

Mai shook her head and waved her hands. No way she'll just hand her number over to him. Ayako nodded. “That's not my information to just hand out. If you want to contact her, I can give her your number and see if she feels like calling you. I doubt she'll accept. She has her hands full with her studies.”

“Let her answer for herself.”

“I'm still not giving you her number.” Ayako hung up.

Yasu snickered. “Now, he'll kill you, too. Should I call and hang up? If we're gonna go out, we might as well go out together. I kind of like the idea of haunting Naru for the rest of his life.”

“Do you want to eventually give him your number?” Ayako asked Mai.

Mai sighed. “Eventually...I can't just ignore him, forever.”

Ayako smiled reassuringly. “He did say he wouldn't be opening the company until October twenty-third. You have some time. Make him suffer for a while.”

“Naru? Suffer? You're joking, right?” Mai scoffed. “The longer I take to contact him, the less likely he is to actually give me back my old job. Don't get me wrong. I loved going on cases. I miss the rush and the sense of purpose...I just wish I didn't have to deal with Naru. I can't have my job without having to answer to him.”

“The day you agree to work for him again, is the day we'll agree, too.” Monk assured her. “Now, what were you gonna say before we got out of the car? Something about the club being NSFW?”

Mai paled when she spotted Ayako's suspicious look. “He's not explaining it right. The club is fine. One of the members played a viral video during the meeting. There's this stupid trend going around another school. He's convinced it's gonna hit the other schools around here before long, including mine.”

“What is it?” Monk prodded, likely imagining the worst possible thing if that grin and eyebrow wiggle is anything to consider.

Mai glanced at John's curious face before covering her own. “I can't say it. It's...pretty inappropriate.”

“How about you and I head home, then.” Ayako offered.

Monk's face fell. “What, so she can just tell you in the car?”

“It's really not that interesting...” Mai dropped her hands, her face flushed. “Really.”

Monk held up his phone. “We could just look up viral videos and guess which one.”

Mai reached across the table and snatched his phone. “No!”

“What, are you afraid I'll guess right?” Monk grinned.

Yasu reached for the phone. “Let me try to guess.”

Mai sighed and handed Monk his phone back. “It's a video about two girls that claim to have successfully tried spectrophilia.”

Ayako's jaw dropped. “Mai Taniyama, what kind of video did you watch?”

“It was just two girls talking to a crowd of people about it. One claims to have chickened out partway through and the other says it actually happened to her.”

“What's spectrophilia?” Yasu asked.

Monk opened mouth, only for Ayako to shove a napkin in it. “Don't answer him. You'll make it sound worse than it is.”

To everyone's surprise, John answered him. “Spectrophilia is the supposed action of having sexual involvement with a spirit.”

Monk ripped the napkin out of his mouth. “You actually know what that is?”

“I didn't know you knew what that is.” Ayako raised an eyebrow at Mai.

“I didn't. We looked up the definition after the video.” She answered quickly, worried of what they'd say about her involvement in the club if she told them how confidently Hiro gave everyone the term and definition. It wasn't a lie. Nobody believed him, so Hana brought out her own phone and checked through an online dictionary.

“Found it.” Monk already had the video pulled up. Everyone at the table crowded around the phone.

Ayako looked over her shoulder. “Keep the volume down. This is a nice place. I want to be able to come back.”

At the end of the video, Yasu made a bird whistle. “They're both nuts.”

“That's a little mean but I don't think it's possible, either.” Ayako returned to her seat. “I've never heard of a real case of this. Sure, there's plenty of forums about middle aged women claiming it's happened to them...”

Monk grinned. “Someone been doing some light reading?”

Ayako blushed. “I don't read them, myself. I've just heard of the forums.”

“John, you're the spiritual authority. What do you think? Is it a load of crap?” Yasu asked.

“I can't really say for certain. I've had personal experiences with many kinds of spirits, driven by fear, pain and the need for revenge. Many things seem to tie spirits to the Earth. Isn't it possible for one to stay behind for sexual reasons?”

Everyone fell into silence. Mai absently sipped on her water. Could it really be possible? It's interesting, to say the least. The idea that one could actually have voluntary sex with a...Mai's face lit up. She really has to stop thinking about this.

Monk nudged Ayako. “Hear that? You could've been getting laid this whole time.”

“That's it!”

Five minutes of expletives and thrown drinks later, Ayako and Monk received a lifetime ban from the cafe. Mai walked ahead of them, annoyed. John fell into step with her. “I really liked that place.”

“There's a new cafe near my parish. We could try eating there.”

Monk threw an arm around Mai's shoulders. “All jokes aside, you kids shouldn't let something like that reach your school. This could be like that hexer case all over, again. There's power in words.”

“That's exactly what I thought when I first heard about it.” Mai stepped out of his hold. “I'd never mess around with something like that. That won't stop everyone else.”

“This city's going to hell in a hand basket. No offense, John.” Monk pat the young priest on the back.

“None taken.” John paused by the road and hailed a cab.

By the time John and Yasu left the parking lot, Ayako managed to shove Monk into his car. After another snide comment, he drove off. “That jackass...One more sex joke and I'll knock his lights out. Come on. We never got to eat anything. We'll grab some take-out on the way home.”

Hailing a cab, Mai stared out the window. “I can't believe he might not call me.”

“He did try, Mai. He doesn't have your number.”

“But, I'll have to be the one to call him if I want to work for SPR, again.”

“Something tells me he'll find a way to contact you. He's not the type to give up easily.”

“I'm not even sure I want him to contact me. I don't want to deal with him, but I want to at least get to see him, but I don't...” Mai buried her face in her hands. “I don't know what I want...”

Ayako rubbed her back. “It's going to be okay. Just focus on school and your club activities. Mentally prepare yourself. He'll eventually contact you.”

“The last thing I want is to make a fool of myself. Then again, isn't that inevitable where he's concerned? I could walk into his office with all the poise and sophistication of the narcissistic bastard, himself, and would still not meet his standards.”

“That boy has the biggest god complex I've ever seen. Don't stress about it. Just relax.”

“I'll try...”

Mai spent the rest of the evening trying not to think about it, to no avail. All she could think about was his face, his eyes, his voice. If she could just see that rare smile of his one more time...By the time she arrived at school the next day, she looked like a train had hit her. Falling into her seat, she almost didn't notice when someone approached her. She looked up at Kuroda.

“Oh, hey.”

“You look tired. Are you alright?” Kuroda took the seat next to her.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little run down...Actually, it's about my old boss, Mr Shibuya. He's back in town, apparently.”

Kuroda leaned forward, a spark in her eyes that hadn't been there before. “Really? Has he talked to you?”

Surprised, Mai turned in her seat. “No, not yet. He's contacted almost everyone else. I figure it's only a matter of time before he finds a way to get a hold of me.”

She looked down nervously. “Do you think he might...actually be willing to hire me, this time?”

“I'm not sure.” Mai frowned. “He's a very private person. It's likely he'll only want the old team back. We're already trained. There's no harm in asking, though. If you happen to see him, the worst he can say is no. Maybe not is so little words, but yeah.”

When the bell rang and Kuroda returned to her assigned seat, Mai caught Keiko and Michiru staring back at her from their own seats. They both looked a little upset about something or other. Giving them an inquiring look, she threw her focus into the assignment on the board. She'd question them both when she has a free moment.

At lunch, she met them at the usual table. “Hey, you two. Is something wrong?”

Michiru averted her eyes while Keiko answered. “Nothing's wrong. We've just been thinking about you and Kuroda. When you said you were gonna try to be friends with her, we didn't think you meant actual friends.”

Mai dropped her chopsticks into her bowl. “What did you think I meant?”

Michiru shrugged. “We thought you meant acquaintances. You talk during the club but not outside of it.”

“There's nothing wrong with being actual friends with Kuroda. She's nice once you get to know her.”

“But, she's weird.” Keiko shared a look with Michiru, who nodded. “She runs all over the school, swearing she sees spirits. If someone refuses to believe her, she goes nuts. Everyone's pretty freaked out by her.”

“But, I've seen spirits. Does that make me weird?” They didn't answer her. Mai leaned back, eyes wide. “You really don't believe me, do you? What do you think I was doing during that year I worked for SPR? During Freshman year, you seemed to really believe the old school house was haunted.”

“It's not that we don't believe you, Mai...” Keiko reached a hand across the table.

“That's exactly what you're saying. You think Kuroda's full of it and you think I am, too.” Mai stood up and left the cafeteria.

Heart heavy, she went to hide in the empty club room. The writing prompts from yesterday had been wiped off the board. Without the other members, it felt too quiet. Sitting in the same seat she sat in yesterday, she put her head in her hands. They really think she's faking it. Does everyone in this school also think she's just like Kuroda was two years ago? For that matter, why the hell does this school hate Kuroda so much? She isn't lying. She genuinely can sense and occasionally see spirits, just like Mai. As far as the students of this school, it seems like Kuroda is the only one who believes her.

Wiping her eyes, Mai nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard footsteps. Shooting her head up, she watched as Hiro walked into the room, his headphones in. Pulling them out, he put them and his phone in his pocket. “Sorry, I saw the door was open. I figured Eri might be in here. She likes to hide during lunch. She's not exactly a social butterfly. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Mai sniffed.

“You sure?” Grabbing a stray chair from the front of the classroom, he took a seat across from her.

“Life's a little more complicated than usual, but really. I just need a moment.”

He gestured towards the door. “Should I leave?”

“No, it's alright.”

The intercom above the whiteboard let out a beep. “Mai Taniyama to the principals office.”

Mai stood up slowly. “Not really sure what I did but I guess I'll see you after school.”

“See you at the club meeting, if you don't get detention.” He teased.

Mai returned his smile. Leaving the classroom, she headed down to the first floor, wondering of Michiru and Keiko actually went so far as to summon her to the office. Rounding the corner to the front hall, she froze in place. Standing just inside the open office door, next to the secretary's desk, was none other than Naru. He immediately looked towards her. Her heart sputtered.

He hasn't changed a bit. It's as if the last year never happened. That's more than can be said for her. She self-consciously touched her hair, longer than the last time he saw her, pulled back into a ponytail. A part of her briefly wondered if he'd like it. She resisted the urge to shake her head.

She has to keep walking! He's already starting to look impatient. Swallowing, she squared her shoulders and stepped forward. She stopped a few feet from him, her wide eyes refusing to look away. She won't be the weak one. Not this time. She fought a blush as his eyes did a full sweep of her, from head to toe, before returning her gaze in full. “Your phone is disconnected, I'm guessing.”

She tried to relax herself. “I'm on a new plan. What are you doing here?”

“If Matsuzaki or Takigawa had given me your number, I wouldn't have had to go to the trouble of hunting you down. Don't try to lie to me. I know you've already spoken to them. Will you take the job or not?”

Mai bristled. What a condescending, pompous, egotistical... “Hey, you left your bag.”

Mai broke Naru's gaze to look over her shoulder, at Hiro. He went to stand next to her, her book bag in hand. She took it. “Thanks, Hiro.”

She turned to look back at Naru, only to find his hardened stare on her fellow club member. Hiro seemed to wilt out of the corner of Mai's eye. “Uh, should I go?”

“I'm leaving, too.” Mai narrowed her eyes when she knew she had Naru's attention. When she could no longer stand the staring contest, she looked away. “Walk me to class, Hiro?”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

Turning on her heel, Mai left the office with as much dignity as she could muster. When she and Hiro made it to the second floor, she leaned against a locker. That was terrifying... “I'm sorry about that. You really don't have to worry about walking me to class. I just needed to get out of there.”

“Is he your ex or something?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, that's way personal.”

“No, nothing like that.” Mai sighed. “He's my former boss, here to recruit me. I'm just gonna lay low until he gives up.”

“I didn't know this school allowed students to hold jobs outside of Summer and Winter months.”

“I have permission from the school.” The warning bell rang. Two more minutes and she'd be late. “I'll see you after school.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but Mai was already running up to the third floor. Sliding into class just in time, she took her seat. Her heart pounded long after she caught her breath. He actually showed up. The Oliver 'Naru' Davis actually condescended to hunt her down. More so, she managed to get through a whole conversation with him without caving under his commanding gaze. In fact, she didn't even dignify his demands with a response. She just waltzed out of the office with Hiro, likely leaving Naru with the impression she's moved on enough to have a boyfriend. Crap...After that tearful confession last year, what must he think of the idea of her already finding someone else?

Why should she care? She never dated him. She confessed, he turned her down. An entire year is plenty of time to move on. Then...why hasn't she? As much as she wants to pretend she doesn't care about the tea loving scientist, she still does. She still thinks of him and sees glimpses of him in her dreams. She'd assume she was seeing Gene if this new dream Naru wasn't always glaring. It's like she can't even think about Naru any longer without imagining him angry or disapproving.

She leaned down in her seat as the class was told to do an assignment from the text book. Flipping to the correct page, she pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and got to work, her thoughts continually straying. He can't say a word about what happened in the office with Hiro. He can't make her feel bad. But, even if she had moved on, Hiro isn't who she'd choose to do so with. She barely knows him, after all, even if his outgoing personality is contagious. He reminds her a lot of Yasu.

Mai paused halfway through the assignment, no longer seeing the page. Why not try to move on? What better way to slowly distance herself from the fantasy that things will magically work out with Naru? Why not with Hiro? He's nice and cute...If not with him, then maybe Yasu. He's always flirting, though his jokes do put her under the impression he'd prefer a boyfriend over a girlfriend. Unless that's a joke, too...Mai shook her head. Not Yasu. He's great to spend time with, but a little too confusing. For a brief moment, John's face flitted through her mind.

Mai gawked, unable to believe her own thoughts. What is she thinking? John's a priest! A certified man of the cloth. He couldn't be free to become romantically involved, even if he wanted to. Her cheeks burning, Mai threw herself back into her work. Finishing the assignment, she turned it in and put her text book back in her desk. Pulling out her red notebook, she flipped to her most recent chapter. Correcting the errors Keiko and Michiru found for her, she finished up chapter thirteen just in time for the bell to ring.

The rest of school had Mai tense, worried Naru would suddenly find her in the halls. She was one of the first to step into the club room. Signing in, she exchanged a small smile with Eri. The club's president isn't very social, as Hiro explained, but she does seem nice and willing to speak with fellow club members. “Hey, Mai.”

“Hey. What's going on at today's meeting?”

“Kuroda has her heart set on popcorn writing.” Eri sighed. Despite the front of being annoyed, she didn't look nearly as bothered as she was trying to convey.

“What's popcorn writing?”

“It's like popcorn reading, only we take a notebook and each write a sentence, passing the same story around the room. The finished project is usually a mess, but it's fun to read afterward.”

“It sounds like fun.” Mai smiled, grateful for the distraction.

“There's a whole stack of empty notebooks in that cabinet over there. Pick whatever color you like. Grab a Sharpie and write what we're using it for on the front.”

Doing as she was told, she grabbed an orange colored notebook and turned around, nearly barreling into Kuroda. She looked uncertain. “I saw him.”

Mai paled. “Saw...who?”

“When someone called you to the office, I was worried you'd gotten into trouble. I went downstairs, too, to see if you were gonna be caught up with detention or something. I saw Mr Shibuya in the office. You looked really tense...I nearly walked in there, but Hiro beat me to it.”

Mai looked down at the notebook. “Yeah, he showed and tried to hire me back on...Hiro was bringing my book bag to me. I ended up leaving it in the club room during lunch.”

Kuroda nodded. “I sometimes hide in the club during lunch, too. I thought you usually sit with your friends.”

Mai lowered her head further. Should she tell Kuroda? Out of everyone she knows, she'd understand best. Looking up at her classmate, she gave a sad smile. “Turns out Keiko and Michiru think I'm crazy, too.”

Kuroda's eyes filled with compassion she usually only experiences from Ayako, Monk, John and Yasu. “I'm sorry, Mai...This is because you've started talking to me, isn't it?”

Mai felt her face crumbling. Fighting to right herself, she kept the smile in place as she wrote the subject matter on the cover and handed the notebook over to Eri. Refusing to let the bad trample the good, she focused solely on the club. Before long, her smile felt genuine. When everyone wasn't popcorn writing, jokes were being passed around, courtesy of Hiro. It made her feel happy, like she's found a small extension of her little makeshift family. She can imagine herself finding lifetime friends in this club. Specifically Kuroda, Eri and Hiro.

As everyone packed up and started dispersing, Mai left the room with Kuroda. Heading down to the first floor, she changed out her school shoes for her street shoes before heading towards the door. Kuroda looked over at her. “Will you work for him in the end?”

“You're not the first person to ask me that. I really don't know. It's one of those catch twenty-two situations. If I agree, the team will be reassembled and I'll get to go on cases...but, I'll have to deal with Naru. If I avoid him altogether, I might not ever have the chance to take cases, again. I miss it. Honestly, I wish you and I could work together. He was always running me ragged in the past. He clearly needs another assistant or something.”

“I thought he has another one. The tall man.”

“Lin? He's less Naru's assistant and more his guardian. He handles the paperwork and saves Naru's ass when he gets it into trouble while I'm left to make tea and lug equipment. At least, that's how it was.”

They stepped out of the school doors, together. Walking down the front steps, they made it out of the gate when Mai froze, a familiar chill going down her spine. Naru was standing across the street, his back against a sleek black car. Mai couldn't decide what emotion was winning...nervousness or anger. Kuroda noticed him a second later. “He's over there.”

Mai turned to the side, in the direction of the nearest bus stop. “Don't look at him.”

“But, he knows we've seen him. Should we-”

“Kuroda, please!” Mai whispered quickly. “This way.”

Sighing, Kuroda followed after Mai. “I'm not looking directly at him. He's getting in his car.”

Mai looked up at the sky. Why the hell is this happening? Even if she knows the guy enough to not feel physically threatened, considering the circ*mstances, this is still stalking. “I'm gonna kill him...”

“He's following us in his car.”

The black car swung up to the curb, the passenger window rolled down. He inched forward, keeping at their walking pace. “Mai, get in the car.”

Mai smiled at Kuroda, as if Naru wasn't even there. “Should we get ice cream? We could do our homework, together.”

Kuroda nodded after a second. “Uh, sure.”

Mai didn't have to look at Naru to know he was glaring. “Mai, I won't follow you around all day. Get in the car. We'll go to the office and you'll sign your paperwork. I know you're in need of a job.”

Mai looked back at Kuroda. “You know, if we start screaming, I bet we can get him arrested.”

“Mai.” His tone wasn't loud, but it held that same bite she was all too accustomed to. “I've spoken to Matsuzaki and Takigawa, today. Both have agreed to return to work.”

Mai finally looked at him, her eyes hard. “Don't lie to me. No one's agreed to work for you. That's why you're following me around like a stalker. You're at least smart enough to realize you won't be getting any of your old team back without my cooperation.”

He visibly stiffened, his jaw tensing. “Mai, get in the car...please.”

She stopped, her surprise clear. Did he just say please? Mai nearly smiled. He really must be desperate. Even if she tells him to bag it, she could always hear what he has to say...No! She can't cave. But, is it caving? In the past, she grew accustomed to their tradition of him refusing to bend in all things, leaving her to break. Now, he's actually cooperating. Mai looked at Kuroda. “I think I'll at least listen to his pitch. Will you be alright?”

Kuroda nodded, her eyes careful. “Will you be alright?”

Mai opened the passenger door. “Yeah, don't worry. He's not nearly as scary as he looks. I'll see you at school. Tomorrow, we really will get ice cream.”

Kuroda gave her a small smile as Mai sat in the car and shut the door. “Be safe, Mai.”

As soon as she had her seat belt on, Naru reached for the dials on his door and rolled up her window. He pulled away from the curb and headed towards the direction the office is in. If he thinks she's giving in that easily, he has another thing coming. “Alright, what's your offer?”

He didn't respond for a long moment. Since playing stupid isn't in his character, he answered her directly. “You're seventeen, now. You'll no longer receive student hourly pay. We'll get you on contract and give you a starting salary. Two-hundred and fifty thousand yen a month.”

“I made more than that working hourly.” Mai crossed her arms.

When she risked a glance at his face, she found his jaw rigid enough to likely damage his teeth. “Three hundred thousand yen monthly. I'm not going higher than that. You're an assistant.”

“I'm not anything to you.” She said with more bite than she meant to. Taking a silent breath, she tried again. “What else? Medical insurance is part of the contract, right?”

“You could injure yourself walking across a flat surface. If I didn't offer insurance, you'd end up with a mountain of medical debt.”

It was Mai's turn to bristle. How the Hell does he know if she's been injuring herself this past year or not? She nearly rolled her eyes. He probably looks at her and sees that little Freshman responsible for Lin getting hit with a shoe rack. “What will my expected bonus be for working the field during cases?”

“An assistant doesn't get a case bonus.”

Mai turned in her seat. “You and I both know I was also a field worker. I more than earned my keep in the past. There are cases you wouldn't have been able to solve without me.”

He smirked. “There's no case you were involved with that I couldn't solve on my own.”

Mai snorted. “You're joking, right? Do I need to use examples? Remember Kasai panic? You would have falsely accused that girl without my insistence that she's innocent, abandoning her to the fury of her teachers and peers. As up in arms as they were getting, they might have killed her because of your claims. Let's also not forget the labyrinth case. You never would have found Masako alive without me. Not to mention all the case related dreams I've had. I was never just an assistant. I was a field worker.”

He didn't say anything for a good minute. Slowly his jaw relaxed until the only sign remaining of his mood was the set of his brows over his eyes. “What exactly are you asking for? A pay level similar to Lin's? A little extra money at the end of every case? Those are all particulars that can be settled when I draw up your contract.”

Mai looked away from him. She lowered her tone to barely above a whisper. “You know that's not all of it. I want some respect. If you have opinions about my intelligence or anything of the sort, keep them to yourself. I'm not asking for a pat on the head at the start of my shift and a gold star on the board at the end of every day. I'm not even asking you to not be yourself. All I want is a little human decency from you.”

When she chanced a look at him, she found him seemingly deep in thought. He didn't even look upset. “I'll see what I can do. Are we in agreement, then? You'll sign?”

“I'll agree to work for you once I see the contract particulars you mentioned, as long as you don't need me to report in until half past four on school days. I'm involved with a club that I refuse to quit. I also want something else. If you can agree to it, I'll sign back on with SPR.”

He didn't comment on her need to report an hour later almost every day, like she thought he would. He pulled into the office's parking lot, right next to the company van. Turning off the engine, he removed his seat belt and turned in his seat. “What's this condition of yours?”

Mai bit her lip. Depending on his reaction to what she's about to say, he might just retract his entire offer to rehire her. But, what does she have to lose? None of her friends will abandon her for refusing to bend to his will. She'll only lose him. “I'd like you to hire Naoko Kuroda as a part-time assistant for cases. She can shadow me and help with the lifting and temperature reading during times when I have to sleep. You said so yourself, two years ago. She has latent psychic abilities. She just needs someone to help her unlock them.”

“And I'm that person?” His deadpanning look made her second guess her request.

“No, I would help her. Besides, it's not something you can teach. It has to come naturally or not at all. Putting her in the middle of real cases would help.”

“How could you possibly help her when you can't even help yourself? You can't even navigate the astral plane without my brother guiding you.”

“Yet another thing that's changed during the past year.” Mai frowned. She probably should have led with this. If anything makes him change his mind entirely, this will. “I haven't seen your brother in my dreams since you left for England. When you discovered his...I think it led him to move on to whatever awaits.”

The silence that stretched on was deafening. He seemed to struggle with this news for a tense second before going back to completely passive. “You may reconnect with him during a case. If I had to guess, I'd say you haven't had any involvement with spirits this past year, either.”

“If he could, he'd at least show up to say hello. He's my friend.”

Naru's mood seemed to darken. “Yes, I've gathered that.”

He opened his car door and stepped out. Mai inwardly growled. “You're misunderstanding –”

The car door slamming in her face made her flinch. Irritated, Mai brought out her phone and sent a text to Ayako, explaining where she is and to inform everyone else of her decision. Grabbing her book bag out of the floor board, Mai got out of the car and followed Naru up the stairs and into the office. As he flicked on lights and turned on the central heat, Mai slowly approached her desk. Before this, anytime she tried to imagine coming back to SPR, all she could think of is a dark, lonely building covered in cobwebs and debris. The reality was a little anti climactic. No cobwebs, no trash, not even dust. Even the plants were still alive. He clearly hired someone to keep the place clean.

“While I add in the new details to your contract, make tea.”

Mai spun around, surprised. “You're agreeing to hire Kuroda?”

“I'm not agreeing to anything, yet. Make the tea.” He shut his office door on her, leaving her to silently fume. Can't he manage a please? Taking a deep breath, she walked into the kitchenette. The cabinets were all empty, but a few grocery bags were sitting on the counter, containing sugar, powdered creamer and several different types of tea and coffee. On the other side of the sink, near the little fridge, was a bamboo tray and what appeared to be a brand new tea set. A silver kettle sat on the stove.

Setting to work, Mai finished making enough tea for the whole gang when Ayako finally arrived. The older shrine maiden shared a careful look with her. “Are you sure about this?”

Mai offered her a cup of piping hot Oolong. “I'm sure. I'm standing my ground, this time. I won't sign that contract unless it says what I want it to. I've gotta get this tea to him before it cools or I'll be making it, again.”

Taking his cup, she carried it to his office door. Knocking, he called her in. Just like old times, she found him shrouded in the darkness of his office, the only light in the room coming from the windows and his computer monitor. He didn't even look at her as she sat his cup down in front of him. “Take a seat.”

Mai sunk into the chair across from his desk. The printer on the right side of the room started spitting out page after page. He stood and collected them. Sitting back down, he stapled the pages and slid the contract over to her. She looked through it, surprised by how much he seemed to be conceding. “Three-hundred and fifty thousand yen a month, full medical coverage, ten thousand yen bonus per case, per day it lasts...”

“It's the best you'll get. Haggling is over. Once you sign, you'll be connected to the company for a full calendar year.” He handed her a pen.

Mai took it carefully. She really has to be sure about this. This isn't like before, when she was being paid hourly. She's old enough to be under contract and Naru is in his full rights to hold her to it. If she attempts to back out afterward, knowing his prickly personality, he might ensure she can never work for any psychic research facility ever again. More so, there are few other places of employment, outside of fast food, that will hire someone who's on record for breaking a contract.

Mai signed and dated the back page. She handed the contract back. “Do we have any cases lined up?”

“Not at the moment. There's a little over two weeks before the reopening of the company becomes public. Your starting date will be on the twenty-third of October. Remember to inform the school that you're reemployed. It will be your responsibility to inform your principal and teachers that you'll be absent during cases.”

Mai could hear several people filling up the main room. At this point, everyone must be arriving. “I'll go serve tea. I'm sure you want to get everyone signed on, today.”

Standing, Mai was nearly to the door when Naru stopped her. “Mai.”

She spun around. Has she already screwed something up? “Yes?”

“Have Miss Naoko Kuroda report to my office before the twenty-third. If she has any involvement with the company, it will be on a trial basis.”

Mai grinned. “Really? She's going to be thrilled. Thank you, Naru.”

“I haven't agreed to anything, yet.” He repeated. “She'll only be coming in for an interview.”

“Are you going to have her do that same test I did?”

“Yes.” He returned his eyes to his computer screen. “You shouldn't be present for her interview.”

“Why?”

“Your presence may affect her results. Have Miss Matsuzaki report to me, next.” He picked up his tea cup and took a sip. His eyes narrowed. “And Mai?”

Door halfway open, she looked over her shoulder. Now what? “Yeah?”

“It's cold. Make more tea.”

Mai had to bite her lip to keep from saying something. If he drank it when she first carried it in, he would have had a hot cup. Leaving his office before he could demand something else, she found the whole gang sitting around. Even Lin had emerged from his office to collect his usual coffee from the kitchen.

He bowed his head to Mai. “Taniyama san.”

Mai informed Ayako that Naru needed her before turning her attention to Lin. “Hey, Lin! Long time, no see.”

John looked up from his chair to smile at the Chinese man. “I'll say. How have you been?”

Lin looked down at his cup, as if to judge whether talking was worth the risk of his drink going cold. “As expected. Excuse me.”

He ducked into his own office. As Mai passed by the seating area to make Naru his drink, a wave of nostalgia hit her. This really is like old times. Everyone in one room, spending time together, Naru and Lin off in their respective offices. There's only one face from the past missing and she can't say she minds. Prepping the tea, she returned to the office, passing by an exiting Ayako. She had just placed it on Naru's desk when she heard the front door open. Looking over her shoulder at the open office door, she watched none other than Masako Hara step into view, a dark blue floral kimono with lavender obi on her back. As far as Mai could tell, she hasn't physically changed a bit. Same dress style, same bobbed haircut, same doll-like face.

Masako looked right past Mai, at Naru, as if the former wasn't even in the room. “Kazuya, I hope you're well. I haven't seen you since we had dinner earlier this week. I see you've brought everyone back together.”

Naru stapled a few stacks of paper together before handing them over to Mai. “Hand everyone their contracts. Make sure they read them carefully.”

Sighing, Mai had no choice but to give the young medium her moment alone with her boss. Returning to the main room, Mai watched as Masako took the liberty of sliding the office door closed, effectively keeping everyone out. Mai bristled for a moment before taking a deep breath. 'Calm down...She's always liked Naru and you've already determined it's best to get over him. Whatever they talk about is their business.'

Handing out the contracts, Mai poured herself a cup of lukewarm tea and took a seat on one of the sofas, next to Ayako, her own application still in her hands. She looked up and smiled. “You stuck to your guns? What's he paying you?”

Mai sipped on her tea. “Three-hundred and fifty thousand yen a month, plus medical and a pre agreed bonus per case.”

Ayako signed and dated her contract. “That's a lot better than before, right?”

“Much. There's more. He's even agreed to one of my conditions.” Mai glanced over her shoulder, at the closed office door, before lowering her voice. The last thing she wants is for him to change his mind because she can't stop talking about it. When she looked back at the group, she found she had everyone's attention. “Naru has agreed to interview Naoko Kuroda. You remember her, right?”

“The one with the latent psychic abilities?” Ayako frowned. “Yeah, I remember her. She trapped me in a classroom.”

“She did apologize.”

“She also sabotaged one of the tapes during our first case, together.” Monk didn't look particularly thrilled with the news, either. “Why would he agree to an interview for her?”

“I asked him to. I've been making friends with her ever since I joined the creative writing club.”

Ayako looked at her as if she'd grown two heads. “Why?”

Mai sighed. “While I would have asked this of him anyway, I...had a bit of a falling out with Michiru and Keiko. It turns out, this whole time...They never believed me. When I told them I've been seeing and sensing spirits during the cases before Naru left, they acted like they believed me.”

“But, they don't?” Monk got out of his chair and went to sit on Mai's other side. She relaxed against his shoulder.

“They think Kuroda and I are making it up. I was already on better terms with Kuroda. She's in a similar boat, you know? She knows what it's like. I feel like the two of us could become really good friends. I'm also making other friends in the club.”

Ayako smiled. “I'm happy for you. I understand. You want to give her the same chance Naru gave you.”

“I think, if given the chance to go on cases where there's a real spirit, she could really unlock her abilities. She's currently as lost as I was before I joined SPR.”

Yasu raised a brow. “No idea who you're talking about. I'm honestly surprised Naru agreed to interview her. This is the boss man we're talking about. He budges for no one.”

“I'm surprised, too.” Ayako fell into thought. “During the last few cases we took before SPR closed, you were more of a field agent than an assistant. Maybe he's going to promote you and needs someone to take over your old job.”

Mai snorted. “When pigs fly. I'll be tea bringer and heavy box toter until I retire.”

Monk leaned in, a conspiratorial look on his face, like he was about to say something forbidden. “Still, you have to admit it's interesting. Do you think he's actually considering hiring Kuroda as a favor to Mai, or does he have his own ulterior motives?”

“It's Naru we're talking about. He always has an ulterior motive or two.” Ayako sighed. “I wanna know what it is. I'm not Kuroda's biggest fan, but even I don't want to subject that girl to Naru if he's just gonna treat her as bad as he treats Mai.”

“I won't allow it.” Mai determined. “If he hires her, he'll have to improve the way he treats people. She's become very introverted since Freshman year. She hasn't been bothering anybody about spirits for a long time. If Naru starts yelling at her, I'm worried she'll fall to pieces.”

“She'll have to be brave if she wants to pursue a career in psychic research. This isn't a field for porcelain dolls.”

“Except for Masako.” Monk snickered.

“Are we talking about the same TV medium? Masako may look like a porcelain doll but she acts more like a crafty little fox.” Mai rolled her eyes. “Alright, so the team is back together. We should celebrate. What about that karaoke bar a mile from here. I wanna hear Yasu's rendition of Butterfly, again.”

“Only if Monk agrees to accompany me.” Yasu purred, giving the older monk a look fit only for the bedroom.

Monk visibly shivered. “You coming on to me, kid?”

“Why? Does it excite you?” Yasu winked.

Relaxing, Mai watched everyone converse, her thoughts taking over. She's done it. After a year of separation from him, she's let Naru pull her back in. If she had jut held out a little longer, she could have reached a point where she no longer cared. Along with the rest of her friends, she could have tried applying at another psychic research company. Better yet, she could have tried starting her own, if she could only find the money for the equipment. Instead, she's regressed...If not for the sight of her makeshift family all around her, this alone might break her...

Swallowing the last of her tea, she sat up, her shoulders squared. No, she won't break. Not yet. Late tonight, when the reality of what she's done completely settles on her shoulders, she might let her darker thoughts surface. The ones that will make her hate herself for this. Until then, this feels right. She's exactly where she's meant to be, with the people she cares for most. Everyone's smiling, even her. She can feel the curve of her mouth, but it isn't reaching her eyes like it should.

What has she done? This isn't like before. She's trapped herself. Even if he hurts her, even if he breaks all his promises one by one, she can't escape. Not without potentially ruining her chances of moving forward. Not without hurting herself further. This is the stupidest thing she's ever done. She should have held out a little longer. Just a little longer. Even if what he was offering never improved, her refusal to cave would have struck a cord with him. Shown him she's not the weak willed little girl he met two years ago.

Standing abruptly, she collected the empty cups on the tray and carried them into the kitchen. If she looked off, Ayako and Monk didn't seem to notice, both too caught up in something Yasu was telling them. Normally, the lack of attention in others would be upsetting. On this occasion, she felt nothing but relief. Sitting the tray down, she leaned heavily against the sink, too caught up in her thoughts to do anything else. The feel of someone's hand on her shoulder startled her. Leaning back, she stared, wide eyed, at John's concerned face.

He gave her a smile. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. You left the room so suddenly. I just wanted to check on you.”

She looked back at the wall above the sink, her eyes misty. “I'm alright. I'm going to clean these cups and go home, I think. I'm sure Ayako's ready to get out of here.”

He offered her a napkin from the counter. Taking it, she wiped her eyes. When she was a little calmer, she turned to find him looking to the side, his smile gone. “She was just mentioning to us how she's expected at work in a little under an hour. With that in mind, you'll be in need of a ride home. Let me take you.”

“Ayako's apartment is quite a ways from your parish. Cab fare is expensive. I can just take the bus.”

“I've borrowed a car from the parish. It's not a problem.” His smile returned. “Really. Besides, something tells me you need to talk.”

She sighed, in relief or resignation, she wasn't sure. If she did talk it out with him, she'd either feel better or much worse. Admitting to herself just how hung up on Naru she still is tends to be a bad thing, but John is the least judgmental person she knows. He'd keep her from beating herself up too much. Nodding, she started putting cups into the sink. “Will you let Ayako know I'll be going with you while I get these clean. It'll just take me a minute.”

He left to do as she said. The moment he was out of sight, her careful expression dropped. Staring sullenly into space, she washed the cups and tea pot. Leaving them in the drying rack, she returned to the lobby just in time to see Ayako to the door. Monk and Yasu had already left for the evening. Ayako hugged her. “I'll be home later tonight. I'll be eating dinner at work, so you don't have to worry about me. Just make sure to eat, yourself. Don't forget to lock the door.”

“I think I'll just have some ramen. Be safe.”

When Ayako had left, Mai turned to John. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are.” He held out her jacket for her.

“I should probably tell Naru I'm going.” Her shoulders slumped, causing her jacket to fall to her elbows.

He frowned. “If you need to.”

She remained where she was, torn. “I'm not officially on contract until the company reopens. I'm free to leave without notice for another couple weeks. Besides, he's still probably talking to Masako.”

Her decision seemed to amuse him. “Then, I suggest we leave.”

Some of her earlier good mood returning, she pulled on her jacket. Outside, in the fresh Autumn air, the weight she felt while inside the office vanished. Walking across the parking lot, John showed her to an old used car, likely from the seventies at least, if the style and chipped paint job was any indication. He politely opened her door for her. When they were both inside, he started the engine and cranked the heat, which thankfully worked. When they were on the road, he turned on the radio to a classical station, the volume low, allowing her to bide her time until she was ready to start talking.

It took her about five minutes of companionable silence before she did. “It's not that I don't want to work for SPR. I love ghost hunting. I love the cases, the people we meet and the pride of a job well done. I love learning more about my latent abilities and spending time with the team. I just can't stand the way he treats me. The way he treats everyone. He's such a bastard. Sorry.”

She blushed at her use of language in front of the young priest. He didn't bat an eye. “Don't apologize. Explain it however you need to.”

Smiling gratefully, she continued. “I'm not imagining things, as much as he tries to make me feel that way. He is a difficult person to be around. He's entirely unpleasant but likes to act as if we should all worship the ground he walks on. I'm still hurting. I worry I've bit off more than I can chew and the worst part is, I'm stuck. I signed the contract. I can't back out. What if he makes me really regret it?”

“It must be much harder for you this time around.” He murmured. His eyes were on the road but she knew she had his complete attention. “Before, you at least had the peace of mind of him not knowing how you feel...I'm sorry. I doubt it's helping for me to point this out.”

“No, it's fine. It's exactly how I feel. He knows, now. The best I can hope for is a possible future where I manage to convince him I've moved on.”

“You do want to move on, don't you?” Something about his tone made her look over at him.

Her brows furrowed. “Of course I do. What girl in their right mind would want to forever be hung up on a guy that will never return their feelings. I don't just want to give the impression I've moved on, I want to move on. I want to get to a point where I wonder what I saw in him. And...I guess part of me wants him to regret pushing me aside. Ridiculous, huh?”

“Not ridiculous. Even if it's Kazuya. If I'm not mistaken, he has a particular interest in you, above the rest of us. He always has. I might be seeing things that aren't there. A habit I've picked up from my time spent on these paranormal cases, I guess.”

Mai snorted. “When pigs fly. If he's taken a particular interest in me, it's because he hates me a little more than everyone else.”

“He doesn't hate you. He comes across as the type to not get close enough to people to like or hate them. But, you're always the exception. You can ask the others, if you don't believe me.”

For a brief moment, Mai did believe him. John's never lied to her before this. Maybe Naru does show her some form of favoritism. He only calls her by her first name, he only ever wants to drink her tea. He teases her more than everyone else. In grade school, those would be all the signs of a little boy with a crush. Reality came knocking a second later. Her phone lit up. She cringed.

Seeing the screen, John turned off the radio for her. She answered, her voice as light as she could possibly manage. “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

“I'm on my way home.”

“You don't just leave without being dismissed. You're under contract.”

Anger started to bubble up, urging her to yell at him, like she used to. She took a careful, silent breath. When she had her mood under control, she spoke. “My first official day is the twenty-third. You asked me to come to the office to sign paperwork. I did. Now, I'm going home. I'll see you in two weeks, Mr Shibuya.”

She shut her phone, elation coursing through her as she imagined the look on his face upon realizing she'd hung up on him. It was immediately followed by dread. He'll probably be even harsher on her in the future. She better not push her luck. She was making mental plans to show up early on the twenty-third, to make a fresh pot of tea for him, when John laughed.

“I can't tell if you're proud of yourself or worried.”

“Both. He's going to kill me next time I see him.” She groaned, her mouth twitching. “I knew I should have checked in with him before I left.”

“You were in your right.”

“Why do I feel like I'm asking for trouble, then?” She leaned back in her seat, her sullen mood returning.

“Because you feel any affiliation with Naru is asking for trouble. Don't let this dishearten you. You'll feel much better about your decision once we start taking cases.”

After another turn, Ayako's apartment complex came into view. When his car was parked, they turned towards each other.

“Would you like to come in?”

“Did you need some company until Ayako gets home?”

They spoke in unison. Laughing, he shut off the engine. She opened her door. “I picked up a couple movies that I think you might like. I'll make snacks. As long as your parish can spare you for a few hours, that is.”

“It's a Friday. There usually isn't much to do until Saturday and Sunday.” Getting out of the car, they headed up the apartment steps. When they were safely inside the apartment, Mai put a kettle on the stove before going to raid the fridge. John put himself to use by pulling two tea cups from the cabinet.

A few minutes later, they were seated on the couch, one of the movies in the player. “I heard about this one from Monk. It's supposed to be a romantic comedy.”

“Anything suits me.” He smiled, giving his usual response for movies. To this day, she can't quite figure out if he actually enjoys the movies she picks out or if he's just being polite. His easy going expression as he sipped his tea and watched the previews didn't really answer her silent question.

About three quarters of the way through the movie, as the sun started to set, the situations the main character kept finding herself in reminded Mai of her own plight. Sinking down into the couch, she nestled next to John, their shoulders touching. The contact helped soothe her. “If things end up not working out with Naru, do you think he'll let me out of the contract?”

John adjusted the way he was seated. She looked up to find him turned towards her, his back against the arm rest. “I don't know. I think the real questions is...If things don't work out, if he refuses to let you out of the contract, will you leave, anyway?”

Her eyes blurred as they filled with unshed tears. “I don't know if I can. I want things to work out.”

“With SPR or with him?”

She sniffed. “Both.”

He leaned over and grabbed the tissue box off the coffee table. Handing it to her, he waited patiently for her to clean her face before speaking. “Both my faith and the way I was raised taught me to hold out hope, even if things seem impossible. Naru isn't necessarily the best choice for you, if you were to ask me or anyone else. But, he is what you want. With this in mind, you need to keep up that confident nature of yours.”

“What confident nature?” Her tone sounded a little bitter. Feeling like a sullen child, she tried to lighten it. “So, I try to put my best foot forward. Don't let him goad me, but also stand up for myself. In so many months, when we fall back into a routine of taking and solving cases, I try confessing, again?”

He was silent for what felt like a long time, his eyes downcast, brows furrowed. He seemed so focused, she remained silent, figuring whatever he said next would potentially be life changing. He looked back up at her. “Don't confess anything. Hold your ground. Try to move on like you said you want to. If you're meant to be with him, he'll have to take the first step. I think it will be less painful for you that way. As you wait for things to happen either way, as you try to move on, you actually will.”

The advice settled in her mind. She smiled. “You're so wise, John. Are you sure you're only twenty?”

“Twenty-one this coming January.” He returned the smile with his own grin, a hand behind his head. “I wouldn't say wise. As a priest, I often hear the confessions of others, from general penitence to love troubles. After a while, I start to wonder if I should have taken a career in couples counseling.”

She laughed. “I believe it.”

For the first time all afternoon, she truly felt better. Settling back down for the rest of the movie, they finished it and put in another. Later that evening, Ayako came home, looking run down. After a quick goodbye, John excused himself. Mai hadn't realized how content she must look until she noticed Ayako's smirk. “Have a nice time?”

She dropped her smile and shrugged. “Yeah. We watched movies...why are you making that face? It's kind of freaking me out.”

Ayako waved a hand. “Nothing, nothing. I'm gonna go to bed. Make sure the door is locked.”

Mai directed a suspicious look at the shrine maiden's retreating back. Just what is she thinking? Locking the door, she hurried over to the window just in time to watch John's car drive off. Closing the living room curtains, she made her way to her room. Crawling onto her bed, she looked at her book bag at the foot of it. She has no homework. Should she sleep? It's only half past ten. Eyeing her laptop, she pulled it off the floor and opened it up. Opening a browser, she tapped her fingers lightly on the keys.

Putting in her headphones, she opened up the viral video she'd watched on Hiro's phone. Rewatching it out of curiosity, she scrolled down to the comments.

“Totally fake!”

“If that could actually happen, I would have already tried it.”

“That Amaya girl looks hot! If I were a ghost, I'd do her.”

“I've actually tried this. I swear, I thought I really felt something.”

“There's a whole forum dedicated to these stories: https://www.spectersightings/spectrophilia.jp”

Mai debated looking at it. What's the harm in reading a little about it. It's kind of fascinating, if it turns out to be possible, to read about real encounters...She clicked the link. It opened up in a new browser. The website had a background that looked like parchment, the main page written in some gothically elegant black font. There were no pictures, but there were a few links.

Specter Sightings
Spectrophilia:
The supposed act of sexual intercourse between living human beings and ghosts.

-Encounters: Highest Ratings
-Encounters: Newest
-Encounters with Succubi
-Encounters with Incubi
-Evil (Demonic) Encounters

!To post on this forum, you must first log in or register with the site.

Mai clicked on the first link. It took her to a randomized list of all the stories with the most reviews. After reading a few descriptions, she selected one that was posted recently.

“My name is Kagura Nahara and this is my story. Since I was little, I've been able to see spirits. Some of my earliest memories are of things I couldn't explain. At first, these spirits left me be. It was when I turned sixteen that things took a drastic turn. My best friend and I wanted to test how clearly I could communicate with them. This would be my first mistake. We collected an Ouija board and carefully selected a night when we could both sneak out of our houses. Traveling into the woods just outside of our neighborhood, we set up the board and spent the better part of the night trying to make contact. For the longest time, it didn't work.

Finally, just as we were losing faith, a spirit finally came. While my friend could only read what it communicated through the board, I could see it. For the first time in years, I felt genuinely afraid. I begged her to help me close the veil, but she refused, too fascinated by its willingness to speak with us. Finally, in desperation, I tried to close it for us. While the spirit immediately went away, I felt in my bones that it was far from done visiting me.

The very next night, I laid in bed, unable to sleep. I could feel that same dread I had felt in the woods. The spirit returned. This one, unlike all the others I've witnessed, immediately approached me. How it felt to hear its voice for the first time is something I'll never forget. It asked to lay down beside me. When I didn't respond, it acted on its on. Moving across my bed like a cloud, I felt its weight press down on me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. I felt its hands wandering, but couldn't tell it to stop, as if my voice had left me. Slowly, the fear I felt turned to desire. I knew what it was doing, but I wanted it. I can't even explain just how it made me feel.

Once it had finished, it went away. The next night, it returned. I found, with each visit, I craved it more. By the time I turned eighteen and left for college, it had become such a constant in my life, I no longer felt any fear. Only anticipation. He called himself Pei. He became my lover, to the extent that I felt no desire to seek another. Not that he would have allowed that. It was clear, from the beginning, just how jealous Pei could be. He didn't even like to see me spend time with my own father.

When I moved from my family home to a dorm, I worried he wouldn't be able to follow. I went through all the necessary preparations. I requested a single bed dorm and hung charms up to welcome traveling spirits. When two weeks passed, I wondered if he had truly left for good. While this saddened me, I was far too distracted with my university courses to give it much thought. Another month passed and I found myself talking to one of my classmates; a Physics major named Tetsuyo. After years of only having interaction with a sexual spirit, it was so strange to be with someone that actually wanted something more. After only a month dating Tetsuyo, I could see myself marrying him. He talked constantly about our future.

Then, Pei returned. He already knew about Tetsuyo. He was so angry, I felt that same freezing fear from when I first met him. Like before, he tried to take things to a sexual level. I refused. Every time I spoke highly of my new love with Tetsuyo, he'd try to wear me down with his own twisted logic. He tried to convince me that Tetsuyo would hate me, should he find out I've given up my virginity to another. All these years, I tried convincing myself that what I've done with Pei wasn't real, regardless of how it felt. When I spoke these thoughts out loud, Pei responded violently. He took me by force for the first time.

The damage he caused was so physically real, I felt it for days. I found myself distancing from Tetsuyo, who was heartbroken, understandably. Pei was right...If he knew I'd given myself to another, living or not, he wouldn't want me...Pei continued to visit. To avoid the pain, I tried to consent, but his appetites increased. During my Sophom*ore year in college, he started talking about 'planting his seed'. He said I would carry his baby, who he would use as a way to physically manifest himself in the world. It wasn't long after that that the pregnancy symptoms started showing. I was so scared...I knew what would happen if the school found out. They'd not only throw me out, but absolutely shun me. I'd be widely known as a whor*. Whether this was actually the case or not, Pei never let me forget it.

After so long of violence, Pei seemed to calm. The fact I was carrying his vessel brought out the gentler side of him. Despite his care, knowing what I had inside me sickened me. I couldn't do anything but hole myself up in my dorm. Eventually, the school inquired into my continual absence from class. I didn't have to tell them what had befallen me. The fact I was failing several classes was reason enough for them to expel me. Pei was prepared for this. He told me to pack my things and gave me directions to a house just outside of Tokyo. It was small and old. Clearly abandoned. I was told to clean it and make it my home. I never wanted for anything. I would sleep and wake to find food and other things readily available.

When my seventh month arrived, I woke from a deep slumber to find Pei talking with something I couldn't see, save for its menacing shadow. Pei assured the specter that he would do its bidding, once his vessel was born and matured. He also said that, should the birth not kill me, he would sacrifice me right after. He said...My blood would bathe the babe that would give him life. His access to the mortal realm would be an event humanity would never forget.

I knew then what I had to do. I waited until the dawn, the time when Pei was never around. I left with nothing but the clothes on my back. It's been almost two months and Pei has not found me. I've been traveling constantly, using whatever money I can borrow or steal. I'm due any day. I know what I must do. To save my child from taking on the burden of becoming this demon's vessel, I must give him the chance he deserves to escape his fate. I'm going to end it all. First, I'll deliver my child into the hands of God, then my own life will follow. This is my goodbye.”

Several minutes after finishing the story, my hands were still shaking. If this isn't real, it's very well written...I spotted an icon at the bottom of the page, marking the story as verified. Clicking it, it took me to an external link with a news article. It was the obituary for a Kagura Nahara. The picture was of a happy, smiling young woman. The story spoke briefly of her decision to end her life, and of the baby she would have delivered in a week. Mai covered her mouth. It felt like something hit her in the gut. This story is either real, or written by someone taking advantage of this woman's suicide. Or, Kagura Nahara could have been a very disturbed woman. This could all be in her head. But...is it?

Shutting her computer, she put it back on the floor and slid down into her comforter. She kept her bedside lamp on through the night. It took much longer than she would have liked to fall asleep. When she did, her dreams were filled with frightening faces, with voices that shook her to her core.

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

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Chapter Three

The next morning, Mai felt like she hadn't slept at all. Sluggishly getting out of bed, she put on her uniform, threw a brush through her hair and drug her feet into the kitchen. Ayako was already sitting at the table, a bowl of cereal in front of her. She raised a brow. “Morning, sunshine. You weren't up, so I fended for myself. Didn't sleep well?”

“Nope.” Mai muttered, too tired to get into it. The way a simple story, that is likely not entirely true, if at all, could get her so worked up...It really was well written. And, after seeing that obituary...how could she not freak out? Making her way to the kitchen, she pulled a bag of grapes out of the fridge and made herself a sandwich bag of them to eat on the way to school. According to the clock, she should have left two minutes ago. “I'll see you later.”

“Hey, wait a minute.” Ayako hurried after her. “You look exhausted. I don't want you getting hit by a car. Let me drive you. I'm not expected at work for almost two hours.”

Mai managed a smile. This would solve the 'being late' dilemma. “Thanks.”

Slipping on their shoes, they headed out of the house. Getting into Ayako's seldom used car, Mai tried pulling her now mid back length hair back into a ponytail, only to give up halfway through. Running her fingers through her bangs, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. “So, what were you up to last night? I fell asleep around eleven. Until then, I heard you tapping away on your computer.”

“I was just browsing.” She answered quickly. Luckily, Ayako didn't press the matter.

“You're staying after school for writing club?”

“That's the plan. I promised Kuroda I'd take her out for ice cream afterwards. We'll do our homework and I'll tell her about her interview with Naru. I'll recommend she go in for it on Sunday.”

“Are you sure Naru even works on a Sunday?” Ayako's expression immediately changed to a dubious one. “What am I saying? Of course he works on a Sunday.”

“Especially with so little time before opening. He has a lot of catching up to do. I'll admit, I was a little jumpy directly after signing the contract, but I feel a lot better. This will be fun. I'm finally going to be able to go on cases, again. We've got the team back together. I'm also looking forward to working with Kuroda. I want to see how her abilities emerge while in the right setting.”

“I'll admit, I'm curious, too. I'm also willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. If you say she's changed and needs this opportunity, I'll support it.”

“Thank you.” I relaxed. “I'm having such a hard time with Michiru and Keiko, it would make me feel a lot better if the team could be more understanding. I'm going to need to talk to them, today. I really hope they're willing to hear me out.”

“If not, you don't need to stress about them. They claim to be your friends, but bail on you the moment you need them.”

“It's not like that. They just don't know how to process the things I'm claiming. They've also always had a sore spot for Kuroda, ever since Freshman year. I've known Keiko and Michiru since middle school. I don't want to give up on them. But...if they really don't believe me and refuse to, I don't know how I'll feel around them.”

Ayako pulled in front of the school. “Do you want me to stick around?”

“No, that's okay. It's almost time for class to start. I won't even have time to talk to them until lunch. See you tonight.”

“Good luck!” Ayako called after her.

Heading inside, she switched out her shoes and headed for the third floor. She slipped into her seat in homeroom with a minute to spare. Michiru and Keiko were already waiting. The latter spoke first, caution in her eyes. “Hey, Mai. You look tired.”

“A little. I stayed up late.” She offered them a smile.

“What were you doing?” Michiru asked.

“I was browsing the internet.” She admitted. “I don't normally kill my eyes with a computer screen right before bed. It really messes with your dreams. Kind of regretting it.”

Kuroda took her seat before either could reply. She turned around to smile at Mai. “Morning.”

Mai returned the smile. “Good morning.”

Her acknowledgment of Kuroda's existence caused her friends to immediately face front, their posture rigid. She sighed. She's definitely got her hands full...Hopefully, by the end of the day, she'll manage to patch things up. With a lot of luck, Michiru and Keiko might even start talking with Kuroda. If they actually spoke to her, they'd see how friendly she can be, albeit a little withdrawn.

The start of class did little to silence her troubled thoughts. Pushing them to the back burner, she tried to listen to the teacher's lecture. The day drug on, but lunch eventually came. Mai picked up a small sandwich and met up with her friends in the hall outside the cafeteria. They had to-go lunches and were about to pick a nice table outside, since the weather was a little warmer than usual. Zipping up the jacket she'd picked up from her locker, Mai offered them another smile and followed them out.

They selected a picnic table near a cluster of Japanese maples. For the first five minutes, they silently nibbled on their lunches. Finally fed up with the awkwardness, Mai spoke up. “Okay, we really need to talk. I know the two of you aren't fond of Kuroda, but that doesn't mean I can't be friends with her. What's so wrong with it? She's not the same girl she was two years ago.”

Keiko glared at her food. “Has she really changed? I wonder.”

“What makes you think she hasn't?” Mai directly glared at her friend.

“She's-”

“Don't.” Michiru murmured, her eyes wide with worry.

“No, she should know. It's stupid that you made me keep it a secret from her.” Keiko snapped at Michiru before turning back to Mai. “Kuroda is clearly trying to steal Michiru's crush.”

Mai leaned back, confused. “You have a crush?”

Michiru looked down, shy. “It's recent. I met him last month. I was on cleanup duty after gym class. He stayed behind to help me put equipment away. I've been thinking about trying to talk to him, again. I really do like him. He was nice. It took me a good week to hunt him down. When I finally did, I realized he was in the same club as Kuroda. I tried to talk to him, anyway, but Kuroda wouldn't leave me alone with him. It kept happening every time. I only talked to Keiko about it because she bullied the information out of me.”

“Hey, I only did that cause I care. I want you to be happy.” Keiko defended. “I tried helping her get him alone, but Kuroda would randomly show up out of the blue. She'd always look so defensive of him. Only an idiot wouldn't be able to pick up on how obviously Michiru likes him. It's clear Kuroda is trying to get to him before anyone else.”

Mai gawked. “Are you talking about Hiro Hayashi?”

Michiru nodded, her cheeks flushed. “Yeah.”

“I didn't know you even met him. He's the brother of Eri, the club president.”

“You know him, too? Could you, maybe, tell me a little about him?”

“I don't know much.” Mai admitted, frowning. So, Michiru likes Hiro. Judging by the things they've said about Kuroda, plus the behavior Mai has personally witnessed, Kuroda might have a discrete crush on him, too. That isn't good... “He's currently acting as the club treasurer. He apparently joined the club a year ago. He's likely to become the president once Eri graduates.”

“Wait...He's not a third year?” Michiru frowned, distraught.

“No, he's a second year.”

Keiko perked up suddenly, her earlier irritation seemingly forgotten. “Hey! If you're on good terms with him and his sister, does that mean you could, I don't know, put in a good word for Michiru?”

“I don't know if Hiro would value my opinion. I mean it when I say I don't know him well. If Kuroda likes him, too-”

“Mai!” Keiko snapped. “You would NOT refuse to help out Michiru for Kuroda! I know you're not THAT bad of a friend.”

“I don't think I should get involved.” Mai tightened her jaw. Anything to keep herself from snapping right back. “Like I said, he wouldn't listen to me, anyway.”

“I see.” Keiko said coldly. Standing abruptly, she grabbed her trash, chucked it in the nearby trashcan and stormed inside. Michiru sat there, looking at her mostly eaten lunch, debating on whether or not to finish it.

Standing slowly, Michiru bundled up the remains of her lunch. “I think...I'll go with Keiko.”

Mai softened. “Michiru, wait. It's not that I don't want to help you. I feel like we've gotten really off topic. I really want to talk with both of you about what's going on. I don't want this to hurt our friendship.”

Michiru looked down. “I don't want that, either. I'm sorry. I gotta go.”

She was a lot more delicate about walking away than Keiko had been. Mai stared down at her barely touched sandwich. Feeling her stomach turn, she tossed it in the trash and ran inside. Immediately heading for her first after lunch class, she buried her head in her textbook, too upset to think straight. This is getting out of hand. How is she supposed to make all her friends happy if they hate each other? She really can't...To make Keiko happy, she has to stop talking to Kuroda. To make Michiru happy, she has to disregard Kuroda's feelings and help her get Hiro to talk to her. To make Kuroda happy, all she's really had to do is be herself...Moreover, to make two of her three friends happy, she has to stop talking about spirits or anything remotely paranormal. That, she's gonna have a hard time doing, especially since she's returned to working for SPR.

By the time she walked into the club room, earlier than usual, she still felt lost. Most of the members were spread out. Hana talking to Saki and Rin, Eri writing on the board, Kuroda at one of the desks, looking over one of her stories and Hiro nowhere to be found. Taking the brief opportunity, she sat next to Kuroda. “I need to talk to you about a few things.”

Kuroda shut her notebook and gave Mai her full attention, her eyes full of excitement. “You talked to your boss? How did it go?”

“Well.” She managed a small smile. “I've agreed to work for him, again. I'm under contract. For that matter, he's agreed to an interview with you.”

She gasped. “Really? When?”

“Sometime before the twenty-third. I recommend tomorrow, early afternoon.”

She bit her lip, clearly trying to keep her smile under control. “I can't believe it...I could really start with a paranormal research company. If I can work for him for the entirety of this Semester, plus the Winter after we graduate, it would really help me out. With some field work under my belt, I could pursue a degree in it.”

“That's something you'd want?” Mai perked up. “That would really suit you, Kuroda. I really hope this interview works out.”

She had to take a moment to calm down. “Sorry...What other things did you want to talk about?”

Mai lowered her voice and leaned in. “I'm not sure I should ask this here. It's a little personal. Eri won't start until Hiro gets here. Step into the hall with me?”

Nodding, Kuroda followed her out of the classroom, perplexed. They paused several feet from the door, eyes peeled for anyone that might eavesdrop. “What is it?”

“I really don't want to pry. I'm honestly just curious. Do you...like Hiro?”

For a tense few seconds, Kuroda could only stare blankly. Her face heated up until she was as red as the bow on her uniform. “H-how did you find out? Is it that obvious? Do you think he knows? Oh no...I think I'm going to be sick...”

She slid down the wall, until she was on her haunches. She buried her face in her hands. Panicked, Mai quickly knelt before her, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “No, not at all! I had a feeling you might enjoy being around him, but I couldn't tell anything besides that. I had a conversation with Michiru and Keiko, today. Turns out, Michiru has had a crush on him for the past month. She's had some trouble getting him alone. You always seem to be around during her attempts, so they made the assumption you were trying to steal him, or something.”

“Steal?” She shot her face up. It was still red, but the embarrassment had been replaced with anger. Still, she kept her voice low. “I didn't steal anything from either of them. I've liked Hiro since the beginning of last year, when he first joined the club. I've been trying to talk to him, but...I mean...look at me. He's into girls like Hana. Confident, beautiful...He's into girls like you.”

“You are beautiful, Kuroda.” Mai gave her the most encouraging smile she could manage. “You might not be the most confident person I know, but that doesn't necessarily mean you can't catch his eye.”

“I bet he'd like Michiru...I knew what she was trying to do every time she tried to get him alone. She's been trying since second semester started. I was just scared...I knew, if she actually got him alone, she'd probably get him to date her.”

“That's not necessarily true. Michiru is just as shy as you.”

Kuroda looked down, saddened. Slowly, she stood upright. Mai did as well. “I'm sorry. This is probably a difficult position for you to be in. I like Hiro...But, so does Michiru. She probably asked you to set her up with him. If so...I won't stand in your way. It's not like my crush is going anywhere. He's got a type and I'm not it.”

“I won't pick sides, Kuroda, I promise. You're my friend, too. If I was going to pick a side, it would be yours. You've really liked him for a year and a half. That's a lot longer than Michiru has even known he exists.”

“Will she and Keiko still expect you to help?”

“Probably.” She frowned. “I won't. I mean it. It's not fair of them to expect me to. I won't pick sides.”

She sighed, her face slowly returning to its normal pale tone. She managed a smile. “I'll try not to get upset about it. I've got an interview with Shibuya Psychic Research. I need to mentally prepare for that.”

Mai grinned. “That's the spirit.”

The two returned to their seats in the club room. It took another five minutes for Hiro to show up. He gave his sister a sheepish look. “Kept after class for ten minutes.”

She pointed to the desk next to Mai's. “Just take a seat. I've got a pretty good activity planned for us.”

Doing as his sister said, he gave Mai a big grin, clearly not too remorseful about delaying the club. Mai looked to Kuroda. Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. Kuroda gave a faint smile, also amused. Eri called everyone to attention and started the meeting. The club let out at half past four. Eri called all the members over to her, sans Hiro. She offered to host a sleepover at her place, since the weekend is finally here.

Mai smiled, glad for the distraction. “Sounds like fun.”

“I'll go, too.” Kuroda agreed.

While Saki and Hana both decided to spend their weekends studying, Rin agreed. Since she joined the club, she proved to be more outgoing than Saki, despite their close friendship. Eri grabbed her bag. “My parents have a great finished basem*nt. It's all decked out, with plenty of space for futons. So, everyone get your stuff and meet up at my place. I wrote the address down.”

She handed out little slips. Slipping hers into her bag, Mai left the classroom with Kuroda. She'll just take a bus home, pack and leave a text for Ayako. Hiro was quick to catch up. Stepping between them, he threw an arm around both Mai and Kuroda's shoulders. “Hey, did I hear something about a sleepover?”

Eri grabbed him by the ear as she passed, pulling him forward. Even after his arm left her, Kuroda continued to blush. “No boys, idiot. I want them to actually want to come back.”

“Hey, I'm not so bad. Mom is always saying how she wants you to spend more time with me.”

“Yeah, me. I'm not gonna punish anyone else.”

While they continued to bicker, Mai prepped Kuroda for her interview. “The rest of the team refers to him as Naru. I'd wait to do that until after you have the job. He's not particularly fond of the name. You likely remember his cold shoulder. He's not the warm, caring type. You'll likely walk in with a weight in your stomach and leave feeling the same way. Don't worry, it's normal. Just be as professional as possible. Knowing him, you don't even need to worry about smiling, like you would for any other interview. He'll question you about your paranormal experiences in the past. Try to be as open and honest as possible. Even if something doesn't seem concrete enough, don't allow yourself to embellish. I can't tell you anything else. I'm worried it will affect the outcome of your interview if I do.”

She looked so focused on what she was being told, Mai wouldn't have been surprised if she pulled out a pen and paper to take notes. “I've been preparing for an opportunity like this ever since I met Mr Shibuya. I won't let myself fail.”

“The company will officially open its doors on October twenty-third, in a little over two weeks. It's already the seventh. The sooner he interviews you, the better. At that point, it's just a matter of time before we take a case. Speaking of...Before your interview, I'm going to debrief you about our past work. I'll pick my laptop up while I get my overnight bag packed. It's got everything saved on it.”

Everyone parted ways at the school gate. Catching the bus just in time, Mai made her way to Ayako's apartment. Hurrying inside, she put her computer in its bag and threw everything she'd need in a smaller bag. Leaving a quick text for Ayako, she headed out, making it to the address Eri listed by half past five.

Eri's family lived in a fair sized middle class house, done up in a nice mix of Asian and European style. She was let in by Eri. “Glad you made it. Everyone else is in the basem*nt. Door's open. I'll grab some drinks.”

Mai did as she said. Carefully lugging her things down the steps, she found Kuroda and Rin sitting around a kotatsu in the middle of a large furbished room. To the left was a sectional sofa and a TV, to the right, a complex looking sound system. Sinking to the floor by the kotatsu, Mai shrugged off her bags and massaged her arms. Kuroda looked at her expectantly. “Would it be alright if...I looked through the case files?”

“Of course. Just a second...” Pulling out her laptop, she handed it over and proceeded to look for an outlet. Plugging it in, she was just taking her seat as Kuroda opened it. She stared at the screen for a moment, confusion in her eyes.

“Is this...”

Remembering what she'd been looking at, Mai blushed. “Um...I was curious.”

Eri came back downstairs with a tea tray. “Curious about what?”

“I've been to this site, before.” Kuroda scrolled through the page. “It's a site where people can post about their paranormal encounters. I wasn't aware they had a section on spectrophilia. Did you find anything interesting?”

“Actually, yeah.” Mai reached over and clicked on the story she'd read last night. “This one is really interesting and it's verified. I don't know if it was actually written by this woman, but there's a link to her obituary at the bottom of the page.”

They knelt around the computer and read through it. By the end, Mai had the same chills she had last night. There's no proof any of this is real, but...She can't help but feel like it is. It's a terrifying possibility. Kuroda wrapped her arms around herself as the obituary page was pulled up. She visibly shivered. “I feel...like this might be real.”

Eri snorted. “Like hell. My brother really got to you two.”

“You don't believe in ghosts?” Mai asked softly, her thoughts returning to Keiko and Michiru.

“No, I believe in ghosts. I've had my share of experiences. I just don't believe they can touch you without your permission.”

“According to this story, she technically gave it permission by agreeing to summon it. The fact her friend wouldn't help her close the veil is also a contributing factor.” Kuroda told her matter-of-factually. “She also spent years allowing it to stay. The longer a spirit is given free reign, the harder it is to drive it away.”

“Let's get real...Do you actually think that a ghost can get a human pregnant?” Eri refused to relent. “Even if it isn't a technical ghost, even if it's some kind of demon, that still can't happen.”

“I'll admit, despite my willingness to believe this story, I can't actually buy into the possibility that something that isn't alive can get a living human pregnant.” Mai frowned. “In my time, I've seen ghosts, demons and even what one would categorize as a monster. None of those have the physical ability to impregnate anything.”

“Could some of it be real?” Kuroda wondered, looking a little disappointed that even Mai was conceding to the possibility of it being a total hoax.

“Some of it...sure. Why not? She could be a very disturbed woman who's been haunted by spirits her whole life. Her decision to allow the spirits to contact her could have opened the veil for a demon, who spent long enough mentally tormenting her, she lost her grip on reality. She could very well have been intimate with this Tetsuyo guy, but couldn't remember. It could be his baby, or anyone's, for that matter. The story she created in her head, coupled with the sudden pregnancy, could have further cemented the reality she made for herself. In the end, it became too much for her, so she killed herself.”

She blinked a couple times, amazed all of that had come from her. Why on Earth is she trying so hard to convince herself it's not real? And how she just worded it...It sounded a lot like something Naru would say.

“Alright, that's enough of ghost talk.” Eri grumbled. “Let's drink tea and, I don't know, chat?”

Silently agreeing, Mai scooted back to her side of the kotatsu. Putting her legs under it, she accepted a cup of tea and waited for someone to get the conversational ball rolling. Rin took it on herself. “I know we're going to drop it. I just wanted to ask something...Do you think this ghost sex craze will really hit our school?”

“Probably.” Eri frowned. “We recently managed to get the love spell craze to stop. It's been a few months since something big has taken over the school.”

“I kind of...want it to.” Rin admitted. “It sounds like fun.”

Thunder rumbled in the distance. Eri smirked. “Oh?”

Rin blushed. “Not like that! I mean...It would be cool to hear other people's stories.”

Kuroda managed to find the case files on her own. While she read through them, Eri continued to tease Rin. “Admit it. You kind of wanna try it yourself. I guess it does kind of fit with the times. Sleepovers usually involve truth or dare, which is kind of old school. Why not something a little more...”

“Kinky?” Hiro finished for her. He bounded down the stairs. “Don't mind me. Mom already gave me the lecture. I'm just grabbing a couple movies to watch upstairs.”

Kuroda looked up, as if she wanted to speak, only to lower her head, again. Hiro collected his movies and went back up the stairs, completely oblivious to what his presence was doing to his fellow club member. Mai felt bad for her. The poor girl has liked him for a year and a half. If not for Michiru's feelings, Mai wouldn't hesitate to help set Kuroda up with Hiro. Deep down, she still wants to...She couldn't decide if that made her a bad friend. Since Mai joined the writing club, Keiko and Michiru have been relentless about everything, from who she talks to to going out of her way to help set up the latter with Hiro. When Mai refused to do so, to spare Kuroda's feelings, they both became angry. They've been her good friends since middle school. After all these years, would they really cut her off just for pursuing a friendship with someone they aren't fond of? Her heart clenched at the thought. They actually might...

Mai's discomfort must have shown on her face. Kuroda reached over and touched her shoulder, bringing her out of her funk. “Are you alright?”

She managed a brief smile. “Yeah...Just in thought. It's nothing to worry about. So, what should we do for fun?”

It thundered, again. Eri grinned. “The storm is moving closer.”

That's the truth. Mai could already hear rain. It beat heavily against the small windows at the top of the basem*nt's back wall. The heavy clouds in the late afternoon sky closed in, darkening the room. Eri turned on a couple of lamps. Kuroda shivered. “It's like the sun has already set.”

“A bit.” Eri smirked, again. “Alright, I guess the ghost talk is pretty interesting. So, you're all into this spectrophilia crap? So, try it.”

Everyone froze. After a moment of shock, Mai managed to speak. “Try it? As in...actually attempt spectrophilia?”

Kuroda glared. “Absolutely not. We can't just invite some entity. We'd have no control over what would come. It could be something we can't handle. Besides, I'd never give it license over me.”

“What about you, Mai? Or are you a chicken, too?” Eri goaded, getting more determined by the minute.

Mai shook her head. “Sorry, I agree with Kuroda. I'm not comfortable with the idea of summoning anything.”

Eri rolled her eyes. “It's not like it'll actually work. None of us are spiritualists or anything like that?”

Mai and Kuroda shared a look. If she only knew...Rin leaned up. “I'll try it.”

“You shouldn't, either.” Kuroda said a little harshly than she intended. “Would you use an Ouija board without assistance? It's the same thing.”

“I bet you think 'light as a feather, stiff as a board' is more than just a parlor trick, too.” Eri smirked. “Go on, Rin. There's a bunch of rolled up futon mats in that closet. Take one out and get comfortable. We'll shut off the lights and light a few candles.”

Eri got up with Rin. Kuroda gave Mai a panicked look. “Will it actually work? I don't know. I really don't think we should be doing this. Just talking about it is making me nervous.”

“Neither Rin nor Eri believes it will work. That counts for something, right?” Mai tried to assure her. Even if she wanted to stop them, she likely couldn't without making a huge fuss. The last thing she wants is to make the president of her chosen club dislike her. And, should anything go wrong, she can always interfere. Now, what was the order of the nine cuts...

Laying out a futon with a pillow, Rin got comfortable while Eri fished out some candles. Lighting a few, she places one on the kotatsu, one on top of the sound system and one right next to Rin. Shutting out the lights, she sat back down. Rin looked over, her face illuminated by the candle. “What should I say?”

“Try making some kind of mantra and keep repeating it.” Eri recommended.

“Like what? Oh, hunky ghost, come sex me up?”

Everyone burst out laughing. Relaxing a little, Mai sipped on her tea. Eri tried giving her a mantra. “Say...I consent to sexual contact with a wandering spirit.”

“I want a nice spirit.” Rin murmured, her nerves getting the best of her.

“Okay. Say...I consent to sexual contact with a gentle wandering spirit.”

Rin nodded. “Okay...I consent to sexual contact with a gentle wandering spirit. I consent to sexual contact with a gentle wandering spirit. I consent to sexual contact...”

She kept repeating it, over and over. The more she said it, the more goosebumps prickled over Mai's arms and legs. She couldn't tell if she was letting the situation psych her out or not. After saying the mantra for several minutes, a rustling noise in a dark corner of the otherwise quiet basem*nt made Rin stop. Mai felt her stomach lurch and her breath hitch. What...was that? The noise returned a moment later, closer, this time. Gripping the edge of the table, Mai stared at the darkness, her heart hammering. Just when she felt like her lungs were gonna burst from lack of oxygen...

“I'm here to sex you up!” Hiro pounced out of the darkness, landing on Rin's legs, who let out a scream so loud, it drowned out everyone else's screams.

Screeching, Eri got up and turned on the overhead light. “Hiro, get out or I'll call mom!”

Hiro rolled onto his back at the edge of the futon, laughing so hard, his face turned red. Slowly, feeling came back to Mai's limbs. She removed her hands from her mouth. That cheeky bastard...He's as bad as Yasu. Rin sat up, her eyes filled with tears. She hit Hiro hard enough, it likely left a bruise. “You scared the crap out of me!”

He scrunched his face up. “Hope not.”

Eri kicked his side. “Out!”

He scrambled to his feet. “Alright, alright. I'm out. Enjoy your spectrophilia game.”

He ran upstairs. Following him up, Eri slammed the basem*nt door shut. Returning to the group, she frowned. “Sorry about that. He can be such a dick.”

“No, it's alright.” Kuroda mumbled quickly. Mai squeezed her leg under the table, to remind her who she was talking to. If Eri finds out about Kuroda's crush, Hiro will find out, too.

Eri looked to Rin. “Wanna try, again?”

Rin sniffed. “No, not really. He really freaked me out.”

Eri growled. “He always ruins the fun...Movie, then? I'll order us some takeout.”

Everyone agreed. Getting up on the sectional sofa, Mai accepted a takeout menu and selected something. The pictures of food made her stomach grumble. Come to think of it, she hasn't really eaten much, today. A bundle of grapes for breakfast, a few bites of a sandwich for lunch. If Ayako knew how little she's been eating, she'd rip her a new one. Handing over the menu, Mai settled down for the opening credits of the movie. An hour later, the food arrived. Pausing the movie, everyone returned to the kotatsu. While Mai nibbled at her stir fry dish, she went over some of the case files with Kuroda.

“This is the case I've labeled, 'The Bloodstained Labyrinth'. In this case, we confronted what we thought was a ghost, only for it to be some kind of demonic monster. It's an exciting case file. Give it a read.”

Eri raised a brow. “What are you talking about?”

Mai decided to go ahead and tell her. She doubted the topic would get her banned from the club. Eri herself agreed that ghosts exist. “I work for a paranormal investigation company called Shibuya Psychic Research. Using a variety of methods, from Scientific reasoning to traditional exorcisms, we investigate claimed hauntings and, if necessary, cleanse the spirits haunting specific locations.”

Eri was silent for a moment. “...You're joking.”

“No, I'm really not.”

Helpful, Kuroda opened the browser and looked up the website for SPR. She showed Eri. “I'm also going in for an interview, tomorrow.”

Rin pointed her chopsticks at Mai. “You know companies like that are total scams, right? They make their money by preying on superstitious people's fears.”

“Not this one.” Mai had to work to prevent the glare she felt forming.

“Okay, let's not get into this. I don't want any fights. Can we just enjoy the food?” Eri stepped in.

Mai tried to comply, but Rin's ignorant comment really rubbed her the wrong way. She knows she's not entirely wrong, either. There are a lot of companies that claim to be able to communicate with and exorcise ghosts, when they really can't. They'll even go so far as to fabricate evidence for unsuspecting people, so as to better take their money. But, if SPR is any consideration, there are companies that take paranormal research seriously. As much as Mai would like it if the whole school shared her beliefs, she's not holding out any hope. If Rin and Eri both wish to be skeptical, then so be it. For that matter...If Michiru and Keiko also wish to be skeptical, considering how little proof they've been given, she should understand. She just wishes they'd told her, instead of letting her continue to make a fool of herself.

Everyone settled down for bed a little after midnight. Crawling onto her comfortable futon, Mai threw the covers over herself and nestled into her pillow just in time for Eri to shut off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. With the storm still going strong, not even the moon shined in. She let her thoughts wander to whether Kuroda would be hired on. If so, it would make both of them really happy, on top of really helping cases run smoothly. Usually, there's a ton of things to do in a small amount of time. While it gets done with everyone helping, Naru usually opts out and calls it 'supervising' and Yasu can't always join the team for cases right away. On top of that, Naru usually doesn't call in Ayako, Monk or John until after everything is set up. That leaves Mai and Lin to lug all the heavy equipment to base. With Kuroda as help, it'll get done a lot faster. We could even cut down the time it takes to do the initial run through a location in half.

Somewhere in the middle of her thinking, she drifted off, only to wake right back up. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room. When she first went to bed, she couldn't see anything in the dark. Now, the entire room seems to be bathed in a red light. She looked around for the culprit, wondering if a computer or TV screen was on. She looked at Kuroda's sleeping form, then Eri's. Rolling over, she froze as she spotted Rin, fast asleep. Her blanket was slowly being pulled off of her. She stared at the foot of Rin's bed. Hiro isn't here...

She felt her entire body go cold as the shadow of something hovered over her sleeping club mate. Rin's face scrunched up to show her discomfort. Mai wanted to call out, to warn her, to wake the others in the room. But, her voice failed her. Her limbs locked down. She felt numb as her mind raced. After an entire year of peace, she's seeing a ghost...A demon? Something unnatural. Whatever it is, it's after Rin. She looked to Kuroda, the one lying closest to her, desperately willing her to wake and help. Her sleeping friend scrunched her eyes, as if troubled by a dream, but slept on.

The next few minutes felt like hours. Rin's face continued to show a level of discomfort that might reflect pain until, suddenly, it changed. She opened her mouth and let out a contented sigh. The shadow, resembling a foggy cloud, continued to cover her form, moving ever so slightly. Mai squeezed her eyes shut, wondering if she was having a lucid dream. She has to wake up...Wake up!

Like the snap of a rubber band, she bolted up in bed. The room was dark once more, but she could still feel that presence. Whatever had come after Rin, it's still here. Scrambling out of her blanket, she located the nearest light. Turning on a lamp, she found Rin still letting out almost silent sighs, her blanket bunched up around her feet. In the few seconds after she shed light on the room, the presence left. Rin's face settled.

Eri sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Mai? What's happening? What's wrong?”

Mai ignored her. Hurrying over to Rin, she shook the girl awake. Rin sputtered for a second, startled. She stared up, wide eyed, face flushed. “Rin, what happened? How do you feel?”

Her red cheeks darkened. “I...I don't know. I think...”

Kuroda sat up, clutching her head. “Ow...I had the weirdest dream.”

“A shadow attacked Rin.” Mai immediately told the room.

Kuroda paled. “Yeah...How did you guess?”

“I had the same dream. Rin, how do you feel?”

She bit her lip. Sitting up slowly, she looked down at her lap. “I...Not bad. I think I might have actually tried spectrophilia.”

“You mean you had a sex dream?” Eri smirked. “You all had sex dreams, didn't you?”

“There really was something here.” Mai defended.

“There's no shadow creature in my house.” Eri snapped. “You all clearly have overactive imaginations. If it wasn't so funny, I'd be kind of pissed at you for waking me up.”

Rin covered her face. “It felt so real...”

“Sex dreams can.” Eri shrugged. “How far did you get?”

She thought about it. “Not too far...I've never had a dream like that, before. This was...so different. As if something was actually touching me.”

The basem*nt door flung open. Hiro hurried halfway down the stairs. “Something happen? I can hear you yelling all the way from the living room, Eri. You're lucky you didn't wake mom.”

Eri rolled her eyes. “I'm not that loud. Besides, mom could sleep through a hurricane. It's Kuroda, Rin and Mai. They're all having weird dreams.”

“Oh?” Hiro raised a brow, a smirk forming. Leave it to a boy to immediately think of that.

“More like a nightmare.” Mai shivered. Kuroda nodded in confirmation. Rin continued to blush, too embarrassed to comment. She silently begged Eri not to tell him anything else.

Hiro came all the way down the stairs, his eyes on Mai. “What kind of nightmare?”

“Really, it's nothing.” Mai waved her hands. How would she explain to any person, let alone a boy, that she had a dream about Rin getting felt up by a ghost? More so, how can she convey to Eri that this dream wasn't actually a dream? She turned to Kuroda. “Are you alright?”

“It's my head. It's aching a little.”

Hiro eyed a door near the stairs. Opening it, he stepped in and came back out a minute later. He handed her a bottle of pain pills and a glass of water. “Hope that helps.”

Kuroda took them, her face heating up. Her attraction to him was so obvious, Mai wondered at his ability to not notice. “Thank you.”

“Alright, you can go back upstairs.” Eri fell back onto her futon.

He ignored her snippy mood. “Well, I'll leave you girls be. Try not to have too much fun.”

He hurried upstairs. As soon as he was out of sight, Eri checked her phone. “It's only two in the morning. Back to bed.”

Despite having a very good reason to wake the whole house, Mai still felt embarrassed. Especially because no one but her seems to think it was anything more than a dream. Sheepishly shutting off the lamp, she felt her way to her futon. Settling down, she tried to forget what happened earlier, otherwise she'd never get to sleep. Kuroda made a soft noise to get her attention. She spoke softly. “It wasn't just a dream.”

“No, it wasn't.” Mai agreed.

“Anyone else wanting their leftover takeout?” Rin asked the room? Everyone laughed. Turning on a light, they took their takeout boxes out of the mini fridge and sat back around the kotatsu. An hour later, they managed to get back to bed.

The next morning, Mai ate a light breakfast with Kuroda. Rin ended up getting picked up early and Eri was put to work on cleaning the kitchen by her mother. Finishing her food, Mai joined in on cleanup, followed by Kuroda. They had the kitchen spotless just in time for Hiro to wake up. He came downstairs in his pajamas, his red hair all over the place. He grabbed a box of cereal. Eri stared him down. “Whatever mess you make, you clean it.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Kuroda gravitated towards him. “Um...Thank you for the pain pills.”

He shrugged. “No sweat. You look better.”

The fact he was even directly talking to her seemed to make Kuroda freeze. Mai helpfully took her arm and led her back to the basem*nt. Downstairs, Eri started messing with the TV while Mai went over what Kuroda should wear for her interview. “I packed this knee length black pleated skirt and this white button up shirt.”

“It reminds me ever so slightly of our school uniform.”

“It's the best I have for interviews.” She pulled out a pair of black flats.

“Speaking of school uniform, you've always worn your skirt longer than others. Any reason?”

Kuroda frowned. “It's my father's decision. My family is Catholic. While I was growing up, my father was a Priest for Saint Mary's Cathedral. Around the time I started my Senior year, he was given a chair on the Japanese Board of Catholic Organizations. Also known as the JBCO.”

“What's that?”

“Instead of preaching in a church, he now sits on a panel that oversees other Catholic churches in the country. The board handles financial matters for churches that are at risk of closing down, helps members of the various congregations find work both in the church and at various approved locations. They also are the final say on excommunications. If someone wanted the opinion of a higher power, the board would have to contact the Vatican. This job is a big deal for my father. He's very particular about how I spend my time...If he knew I was about to be interviewed by a psychic research company, he'd be so angry.”

“He'll eventually find out.” Mai frowned.

“Not necessarily. He's usually far too busy to remember I exist, except when he's wondering about my school work. My mother has always been distant, so I won't have to worry about her, either. As long as I keep my grades high, participate in a wholesome after school activity and attend Mass every Sunday, I'm free to live the rest of my life as I please, assuming I do so discretely.”

“If you were to go on a case, which can keep you away from home and out of school for up to five days, would they mind or notice?”

“I've gotten very good at keeping things from them over the years.” She looked down, her eyes sad. “I'm not sure if they would notice. I'll manage.”

Mai touched her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Shaking her head, Kuroda collected her clothes. “Yeah. I'm really looking forward to this interview. I'm running out of time. I should have already put in applications for universities, but I've been waiting. If I am hired, there's an amazing university in England. One of the classes is taught by a Professor Davis. He specializes in the paranormal.”

Mai smiled and almost blurted out that she was referring to Naru's father. She immediately shut her mouth. She'd better not...Naru is trying to keep a low profile. If Kuroda walks in with knowledge about his true identity, he'll most certainly know where she got the information. He'd then proceed to either kill her, fire her or make her time working for him so miserable, she'd gladly wish for the first two. “It sounds like a great opportunity. I might look into it for myself. Counting my year and a half with the company before this point, by the end of this coming Winter, I'll have nearly three years experience under my belt.”

“You'd really apply with me?” She lit up.

“Of course. It's my passion, too. It would make taking the course a lot more fun if we took it together. More so, we could request to be roommates. My English is only so-so. If not for the school mandating one foreign language credit a year, I wouldn't know any.”

“I took a year of English and a year of French. This year, I'm taking English, again. I think I'm finally getting the hang of it. What about you?”

“My first year, I took English. At the start of second year, Naru hadn't left, yet, so I decided to take Chinese. I thought it might help Lin, one of my teammates, to get along with me. When he and Naru left, I decided to go ahead and finish up the year with Chinese. I also chose English for my third year foreign language credit.”

“Chinese?” She blanched. “I hear that's one of the hardest languages to learn.”

“It's easier than I expected.” Mai shrugged. “Now that Lin is back, I can try to put it to use. Let's just hope I actually remember what I learned, or I'll probably make things worse.”

“I'll go get changed.” Kuroda shut herself in the bathroom.

Eri looked over. “Are you two leaving?”

“Soon. Kuroda has an interview.”

“You actually work for a ghost hunting team?” She sounded genuinely confused.

“A physic research team, yes. I know it may sound fake, but it isn't.”

“It's not that I don't think ghosts are real. I'm just not sure it's possible to hunt them. If a ghost doesn't want to make contact, it doesn't. If it doesn't want to leave, it doesn't.”

“I humbly beg to differ.” Mai sat on the couch with her. “Most wandering spirits cling to the Earth for a number of reasons. It usually centers around them feeling like they've been deprived of something. Love, revenge...It's not a pleasant situation for them anymore than its a pleasant situation for us to run into one of them. In the end, most of them want to leave, but not until they've been given peace of mind. That's what Shibuya Psychic Research does. We help them find that peace. By force, if necessary.”

“Spoken like a professional.” Kuroda emerged from the bathroom. She did a quick, awkward spin. “How do I look?”

“A little too...” Mai tilted her head.

“Uptight?” Eri frowned.

“Exactly.” Mai stepped forward and grabbed the collar of Kuroda's button up. Undoing the top button, she folded the sides over nicely. “Remove the socks you're wearing.”

Kuroda looked down at her white stockings. “It's Autumn.”

“It's going to be a little warmer, today. It's okay. Take them off. Show a little leg. If this boss of Mai's is male, he'll respond better to some skin.”

Mai bristled at Eri's comment. “Naru isn't the type to care. I only mean the white stockings make you look like you're getting ready for school. You want to take the mature, professional approach.”

Nodding, Kuroda kicked off her flats and pulled off her socks. “I'm getting more nervous by the minute.”

“It'll go great. Don't stress.”

“I've made a resume. I don't have any past work experience, but I figured that's not what he'd want to read about, anyway. It's a list of all the strange experiences I've had growing up. All my personal ghost sightings, dabbling with the supernatural and the occasions where my latent psychic abilities have presented themselves. I made the resume on your computer and put it on a flash drive. I hope that's okay.”

“That's totally fine. Looks like you're all set. We're about to head out, Eri.”

Eri waved over her shoulder, caught up in the video game she'd just started. “Thanks for staying over. Good luck with your interview.”

Collecting their things, the two made their walk to the bus stop closest to them. Taking the eleven o'clock bus to downtown Shibuya, they arrived just before noon. Checking her wrist watch, Kuroda faltered. “What if he's gone to lunch?”

“Naru tends to forget to eat unless someone reminds him.” Mai encouraged her to walk up the stairs. Showing her into the office lobby, she took Kuroda's jacket and hung it up with her own. “Naru is in that door. Knock and enter wants he calls you in. I'll make him something to eat and a cup of tea.”

Kuroda squared her shoulders. “Alright...”

Mai kept herself in sight until after Naru let her in. Stepping into the kitchenette, she put the kettle on the stove to boil and rifled through the fridge. Locating a gyoza tray in the freezer, she put them in the microwave and prepped two cups of oolong. Placing them on the tray with the gyoza, she carrying it into the office. Kuroda was already answering basic questions about her past experiences. Naru seemed passive about her presence, but that could change at the drop of a hat. Giving him his tea, she watched him take the first sip, hopeful it would put him in a better mood. She handed Kuroda hers, who smiled gratefully.

“You noticed that you could occasionally sense spirits when you were five, but didn't actually see your first one until you were seven?” He clarified.

Kuroda nodded. “If I sensed or saw them before I was five, I don't remember. Everything's a little foggy before that.”

“Would you be able to ask your family about your earlier years?”

She looked down. “Sadly, no. They don't believe in spirits haunting the Earth. They're strict Catholics. I stopped trying to talk to them about it when I was twelve.”

“It's not uncommon for a strict upbringing to trigger latent psychic abilities in certain individuals. The feeling of being boxed in urges the mind to lash out. Do you recall any experiences that stood out to you?”

“Besides the old school house...I suppose that would be something that happened when I had just turned twelve. It's the reason I stopped trying to discuss these things with my family. My uncle had a job that allowed him to travel all over the world. He always brought me souvenirs. He had just visited Taiwan and decided to bring me home a cloth doll he'd picked up at an outdoor market. I named her Nisa. As soon as it was given to me, I noticed odd things about it. The eyes seemed to move around, I'd find it in odd places around the house...After about a month of carrying it to bed with me, I had a dream my grandmother died. I woke up and found the doll sitting on my window sill. I was hysterical. I ran to my mother and told her to call grandmother. After hours of asking, we finally sat down to make the call together. She didn't answer. We called again a few hours later. Still, no answer. I asked if we could visit her. After some pushing, they finally relented and took me to see her...She'd been dead for a little more than a day.”

Naru looked away from the computer he was taking notes on. “You believe it was this doll that triggered the dream?”

“I do...This was just the first time something like this had happened. I told my parents about my belief that it was the doll that told me about my grandmother's death. They were furious with me, convinced I was making things up to hurt my mother, who used to have breakdowns when I was younger. They happened anytime I tried to tell her what was happening to me...After my grandmother died, I convinced myself that it was me who killed her. That my dream was the cause. I stopped sleeping with Nisa. Six months later, I started to get over my guilt and started bringing Nisa to bed, again. The fifth or sixth night, I dreamed about my aunt on my father's side. She's gotten into a wreck on the highway. I didn't have to bring this up with my parents. They received a call from my uncle...”

She paused for a moment to take a long drink of the tea Mai had given her. It seemed to relax her. She continued. “I blamed the doll, this time. I tried to throw it away, only to find it back in my room later that night. I remember leaving it in a dozen different places. At the park, at the grocery store...I even threw it into a lake. It kept coming back...I gave up and threw it under my bed. That night, my nightmares involved my uncle, killed by a mugger in some foreign country. I woke to find Nisa in my bed...This particular death...it destroyed my mother. She didn't want to hear about the doll or about my dreams. She locked herself away, emotionally. After my uncle's funeral, I knew I had to do something. I started trying to research cursed dolls. I ended up coming across a spell of containment, that would trap the doll and keep it from causing harm to others. I performed the spell, placed Nisa in a wooden box and buried her in my backyard. To this day, she hasn't come back and no one else in my family has died.”

“While I believe that your nightmares were your latent psychic abilities informing you of the death of your kin, I'm not convinced that your doll had anything to do with the actual deaths.”

Mai frowned. “There was clearly something wrong with the doll, if it would continually relocate itself. She also only had the nightmares about her family dying when the doll was near. Three of her family members died within the same year. Once the doll was contained, the deaths and the nightmares stopped.”

Kuroda smiled gratefully. “I feel in my bones that Nisa was responsible for the deaths in my family. I also feel, if I wasn't a latent psychic, she wouldn't have attempted to communicate with me at all. I'm the only member of my family she wanted to be near.”

“That may have had more to do with your young age. Children are usually more sensitive to the presence of spirits.”

“I wasn't the only child around that time. At the time, my mother was constantly babysitting my aunt and uncle's two children, Yuka and Fujiko. Yuka was ten at the time and Fujiko was only five. Neither were confronted by the doll. It specifically targeted me. After Yuka and Fujiko went to live with family on their mother's side, the doll didn't attempt to follow them. If anything, it seemed even more determined to keep near me. To this day, I can't even picture that doll in my head without feeling cold all over...”

Naru didn't bat an eye. “Anything else you think you should mention?”

Kuroda shook her head. “No, I don't think so.”

Naru pulled out that same light from when the team took the old school house case. The one that glows red in a hypnotic way. “In that case, we'll continue. Mai, you can leave.”

Kuroda seemed to jump in her seat. “Why?”

Naru's frowned deepened. “So as not to interfere with your results.”

Mai gave Kuroda an apologetic smile. “I'll take a walk around the block. Good luck.”

Stepping back into the lobby, Mai collected her coat and purse and stepped outside. As Eri had said, the weather was much nicer than expected. Just the jacket to warm her arms and the gray leggings she'd selected for the day was enough. Walking forward a block, she paused when she spotted a familiar face exiting a coffee shop. “Monk!”

The long haired man whipped his head around. Grinning, he held out his arms. “Mai chan!”

She let him hug her for a moment. “Oomph! Too tight!”

He let go. “You're not working, are you?”

“No, not yet. Naru is interviewing Kuroda.”

“How is that going?”

“How do you think? Naru's being way too serious and Kuroda's doing her best not to let on to the fact she's a nervous wreck. She's doing really well, don't get me wrong.”

Monk led her back into the shop. Stepping up to the counter, he bought her a hot chocolate and another fresh coffee for himself. They sat down at a table near one of the bay windows. “So, this is it, huh? The team is back together and we'll be taking cases pretty soon. How do you feel?”

She pawed at the outside of her mug, warming her fingertips. “A little shell shocked. I keep going back and forth between regretting my decision and anticipating the upcoming cases. While I'm happy to give Kuroda this opportunity, if I'm being honest with myself...the real reason I asked Naru to hire her is because I wanted something to be different, this time. I don't want to be drug back into how things were last year. Even if the only difference is the presence of an extra person, it'll make me feel better. Also...Gene is likely gone. When his body was found, he left. The absence of him, I've felt it for the last year...Once we start taking cases, I'm sure I'll feel it even more. Maybe, if I throw myself into helping with Kuroda's training, it won't be so noticeable.”

“His absence will be noticed regardless. He was your spirit guide for over a year. He was also someone you thought you might be in love with.”

Mai dropped her eyes. “It was a really confusing time for me. To experience Naru's cold personality during my waking hours, only to dream of a kinder version of him...The fact I originally didn't know that the dream Naru was actually Gene only caused me to try connecting the two in my head. After finding out, I tried to separate them mentally. Occasionally talking to Gene about my feelings for Naru is really what helped lead me to confess. When Naru asked me if I really knew who it was I was in love with...It put it into perspective. While it helped to be near a living, breathing Naru, it was Gene's kind smile and sweet disposition that really drew me in. I spent the first few months after Naru left mourning the loss of both of them. While it was Gene who went on to the afterlife, to me, it felt like Naru was the one who died...I've said my goodbyes to Gene. If he doesn't return, at least I know he's in a better place. Now, it's just Naru. I want to understand my feelings for him. Decide if I actually love him or if I'm just confusing my former feelings for his brother. And then, I want to move on.”

Monk smiled. “That a girl. Is that just a general statement or do you have someone in mind?”

Mai didn't like the insinuation in his tone. “No one, really. I wouldn't know where to start...”

“Not Yasu.” He immediately put his foot down. “That boy's a clown.”

Mai laughed. “I agree. He's far too confusing to pursue romantically. Besides, I'd hate to stand between him and his real true love.”

Monk quirked a brow. “Who?”

“You.”

He blanched. “He's not in love with me!”

“He could've fooled me.” She sipped on her hot chocolate. “Anyway...This next year will likely be very confusing. I'm back to working for the man that hurt me, which should be a red flag. But, I'm kind of happy about it. Not just because we'll get to take cases again, but also for the opportunity this gives me. What better way to prove to him that I've moved on than to do so in front of him?”

He frowned. “It might not work that way, Mai. Having him so close...it might just put you right back where you were.”

“Ayako said the same thing when I told her all of this. I'll tell you the same thing I told her. I'm not the same girl I was when he first met me. I'm not even the same girl I was a year ago. I'm not going to let myself get carried away.”

Leaving a tip on the table, Monk walked her back to the office. Kuroda was sitting at Mai's desk when they walked in. Mai spotted a contract in front of her. Kuroda smiled at her. “He's hired me on a freelance basis. After he field tests me, he says he might have me sign an ten month contract.”

“Why ten months?” Mai asked Naru as he emerged from his office with his empty tea cup. He handed it to her.

“I mentioned the possibility of a full year contract. Apparently, she intends on taking some classes in England. In Western countries, a school year starts in September. Tea.”

She scowled down at the cup. She knew when she signed that contract that this alone would never have any hope of changing. At least it's not a difficult task. Carrying it into the kitchen, she made enough tea for everyone, plus a coffee for Lin. When the smell of it filtered through the office, the introverted Chinese man came for it. He murmured a quick word of thanks before making his way back to his office. He paused when he spotted the extra person in the room.

Kuroda looked up at his somber face. “Um...Hello. I'm Mr Shibuya's new assistant, Naoko Kuroda. You must be Lin.”

Lin merely nodded and continued his retreat. When he'd safely tucked himself back away in his office, Monk laughed. “Don't worry. He's just shy. Not sure if you remember me. Name's Houshou Takigawa. I'm a Buddhist monk from Mount Koya. Everyone calls me Monk.”

Kuroda stood and bowed her head. “Nice to officially meet you. I promise I'll work very hard.”

He laughed, again. “It's not me you have to convince.”

“Mr Shibuya told me my results were above what was expected for the average latent psychic. Second only to Mai, herself.”

Monk and Mai both paused, shocked. The latter had to take the seat at the desk Kuroda had just vacated. “Are we sure that's Naru in there? Maybe it's some alien with nicer manners posing at him.”

Monk laughed, his smile hanging by a thread. “That...or he's possessed.”

The three of them turned to stare at his closed office door, genuinely wondering for a second. It opened abruptly, startling them. “Mai, tea.”

His demand broke the tension. Standing upright, Mai sighed and handed him Kuroda's completed short-term contract. “Three cups in under an hour. Yupp, that's actually him. Come on. I'll show you exactly how to prep his favorite oolong tea.”

Naru stared at Mai with that same passive aggressive expression he'd trademarked last time she worked for him. One that could be interpreted two different ways. Either he heard them and was disapproving or he hadn't heard them and was still equally disapproving. Slamming his office door shut, he left Kuroda to follow Mai into the kitchen.

“I can't believe this is actually happening.” Kuroda murmured as Mai went through the cabinets, helping her friend to memorize the contents. Pouring water into the kettle sitting on the stove, she lit the burner and continued her tour.

“The wow factor will wear off pretty quickly. Tea and coffee are kept in this cabinet. Most of the office prefers tea, Lin prefers coffee. If we're ever working late, we'll make everyone coffee, except Naru. He will only drink tea. Oolong in Spring, Summer and early Fall, any red tea in late Fall and Winter. He really likes this red tea in particular. It's called Spiced Dragon. In the same cabinet is sugar and powdered creamer. Milk is in the fridge. This cabinet contains the tea set and coffee mugs and right below it is the drawer with the spoons. This is a communal fridge, so you can keep your lunch in here. Make sure to bring it in a sealed container. Naru will get upset if anything leaks.”

“If he says he's hungry, what should I bring him?” She glanced inside the fridge. Seeing as the office has yet to open, it's remained as poorly stocked as the day Mai returned to sign her own contract.

“I'll buy approved foods closer to time for the office to open. Aside from preparing tea and making him the occasional microwavable meal, we're also office gofers, so to speak. We bring documents from Lin's office to Naru's and vice versa. We file, photocopy and log case files. You got a feel for the layout of said files when I showed you my computer at Eri's. You'll learn how to put it all together. Seeing as the front office only has one desk, we'll share it. There's a spare desk chair in the supply closet. Speaking of...”

Mai showed Kuroda the hall containing said closet, as well as Lin's office and the restroom. The latter relaxed when Mai informed her that professionals come in once a week to clean said restroom, as well as the rest of the office. The kettle went off a second later. Walking her new coworker through prepping the tea, Mai placed the cup and saucer on a tray and handed it to Kuroda. She looked like she had just been handed a live snake. “I have to give it to him? I thought you said he only drinks your tea.”

“Just tell him I made it. We'll tell him the truth later, when he hasn't complained in over a week.”

Swallowing nervously, Kuroda turned around and took shaky steps towards Naru's office. Knocking, she stepped in. Mai stood in the doorway, watching his face and his took a long drink. If he was aware the tea wasn't made by Mai, he didn't let on. Smirking, she shut the door as soon as Kuroda had left it. Collecting an extra chair, the two went to figure out a good set up for their desk.

Mai helped set Kuroda up with her own account on the company website before explaining the their filing system. About an hour into her explanation, the clock above the seating area chimed for two. Stretching her arms above her head, Mai shared a smile with her classmate. “We've done enough for today. We'll plan a sleepover, soon, so we can continue to practice. When I first started working here, I was thrown in head first. If I have any say, you'll be more than prepared by the twenty-third.”

“Do you know if we'll immediately start taking cases?”

“Not yet.”

Naru's office door slid open. “If you're done showing her around, leave the office. I can't work with all your chatter.”

Mai tried not to react to his tone. It's better she not snap at Naru in front of Kuroda. At least, at first. She'd end up getting scolded in front of everyone. If the prior year and a half she worked for him is any indication, he lives to make her an example. Better yet, don't react at all. The moment she does, he gets his way. Things go right back to how they were. Only, this time, she doesn't have the benefit of the doubt about his knowledge of her feelings.

Standing, the two put on their jackets. “We're just leaving.”

“I'm leaving it to you to make sure she doesn't make a mess of things. Remember to arrive at seven for the opening ceremony, to help set up. We'll be entertaining some potential clients.” Slamming his door shut, he left Mai to frown at the space he'd just vacated.

“We'll actually get to meet clients right away?” She beamed in only the way a fresh faced faced employee can. Leaving the office, they headed for the nearest bus stop.

“Seems that way. I better get back home. I have a little bit of homework to do.”

Kuroda stopped them. Taking Mai's shoulders, she gave her the brightest smile she's ever seen on her usually withdrawn classmate. “Thank you so much for this opportunity. Right after school tomorrow, we'll finally get that ice cream. My treat.”

“Sounds great.” They continued their walk. Stopping to sit at the bus stop, Mai heard church bells in the distance, signaling that a service was either beginning or ending. “Wait a second. Weren't you expected at church this morning?”

“I called my dad while waiting for you, Eri and Rin to wake up. I told him I wasn't feeling well, but that I'd definitely be up for the evening service.” She crossed her arms over her stomach and winced. “I've had to lie to him before. By now, I should be over my nervousness. He believes whatever I tell him. I'd like to think he just generally trusts me, but I think it has more to do with his relief that I haven't talked about ghosts with him in nearly five years. As long as I don't make the congregation think I'm possessed, he's happy.”

They sat in silence until their bus arrived. On the way home, she did her best to cheer Kuroda up, until they reached her stop. Getting off the bus, Mai waved and headed inside the apartment building, up to a waiting Ayako. Filling her in on the events of the day, the two discussed dinner options while Mai worked on her homework. Deciding on delivery from their favorite sushi shop, Ayako placed the order before hashing in about her early work day.

“You won't believe the day I've had. After dealing with several broken bones and a gash on someone's forehead big enough that they shouldn't be alive, I had to attend to a girl from Yagami District High School. The one that currently has that spectrophilia craze going on. She had no signs of forced intimacy, her hymen was even intact, but she swore over and over that a ghost had raped her. No matter who talked to her, she refused to change her story. She was in such hysterics, she had to be given a sedative. Her parents looked really embarrassed as they dragged her out of the ER.”

Mai dropped her pencil, sending it rolling down her notebook and into her lap. Catching it, she stared at Ayako in disbelief. “Okay, now that we're talking about this...”

She proceeded to tell her about last night, when something came after Rin. “...It took me turning on the light and waking everyone up to get it to leave. Rin thinks it was just a regular dream, but Kuroda and I had the exact same psychic dream, where we watched this shadow go after Rin.”

“Kuroda had the same dream? I guess she really is psychic. Okay, I hear what you're saying, but that doesn't mean a sex spirit came after your club mate. It could've been any wandering entity. You said the room was bathed in a red light and the shadow was dark and gave off an ominous vibe. It could've been a demon that happened to reach this girl first.”

“You would've had to be there to understand.” Mai shivered, her throat clenching as her stomach dropped. “It was there for Rin. She verbally gave something permission to touch her and it did. You said so yourself. We've all been saying it. There's power in words. If enough people believe something is real, say, an entire student body, it can become real. That was proven during the Rokuryo High School case. Imagine if this trend does spread. People all over the city believing in it...”

Ayako rubbed her temples, her brow twitching. “I can't even think about it. Knowing our luck, SPR would end up taking the case. We'd be traveling to every major district in Tokyo. Then again, think of the case bonus on something like that.”

“I'd have the down payment and first three month's rent on a new apartment in the same building as you.” She considered it for a second, only to shake her head. “Not worth it.”

Ayako changed the subject, saving Mai from the headache she felt coming on at just the thought of that kind of work load. When the food finally arrived, they'd successfully managed to distract themselves for the evening.

Chapter 4: Chapter 4

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Chapter Four

As soon as Mai got into school on Monday, she met up with Kuroda and went down to the office to inform the staff of their new jobs. As Kuroda handed over a request form signed by one of her parents to permit employment during a school term, Mai spoke a little with the secretary about what she's been up to this past year.

“I was a little concerned when you came to tell us you lost your job. I hope things have been okay, Miss Taniyama.”

“A good friend of mine took me in. I've used the year to focus on my studies and my general health. I only have this semester left, so I want to make the most of it. Since the field I want to go into pertains to my job, it will really help with my transcripts if I can stick it out for the next year, or until my university applications are approved. Kuroda also intends on doing the same. In fact, we're both thinking of studying abroad.”

She smiled maternally. “That's nice. Where are you thinking of going?”

“England.” They spoke in unison. Sharing a smile, they finished up the paperwork and headed for their homeroom.

“So, how exactly did you get that paper signed if neither of your parents have any idea you're taking on a job?”

Kuroda tugged at a piece of her own hair nervously. “I've gotten very good at forging my father's signature. I put my own cell number down as a means of contact, in case they ever try to call. I'll turn eighteen in a month, on November 8th. At that point, they have no say. When is your birthday, again?”

“December third. I won't have much time at all between turning eighteen and graduating. That'll give us eight full months afterward to focus on SPR.”

“How do your parents feel about your job?” They paused a safe distance from their classroom, knowing they'd have to deal with Keiko and Michiru if they walked any further.

“I wouldn't know. My dad passed away when I was little. When I was in seventh grade, my mom died, too.” Mai wasn't hurt by mentioning them like she used to be. In the years since their passing, she's really moved on. She probably had her makeshift family to thank for that.

Kuroda, understandably, grew uncomfortable. Giving her most sympathetic look, she hugged Mai. “I'm so sorry.”

Hugging her back, she shook her head. “Don't be. When I say I was little when my dad died, I mean really little. I don't even remember what he looks like. I still really miss my mom, but I'm doing really well.”

Leaning back, Kuroda smiled. “Thank you for telling me. I'm sure it wasn't easy.”

“Actually, it was. I know it's not been that long since we started really talking, but I feel like you and I are going to be close friends. I'm happy to tell you. I hope you can tell me anything, too.”

“I feel like I can, too.” Kuroda's peaceful smile lessened as she noticed our audience. Standing in the classroom doorway was Keiko, arms crossed. She glanced at the hall clock. They had less than a minute. She stepped aside, letting Kuroda pass. As Mai tried to do the same, Keiko stood back in the way.

“I want to talk to you during lunch. Michiru is home sick, so I'll be speaking for the both of us.” She turned around quickly enough to hit Mai in the face with her pigtails. In shock, it took her a second to follow. The bell rang before she even reached her seat.

Luckily, the teacher, Mr Ikeda, had his back to the class. Turning around, he took attendance. Going to stand at the board, he pointed a piece of chalk at a group of snickering boys in the back right corner. “Alright, I've heard all about the videos you and your friends were playing in the bathroom. I don't want to hear a word about them. If you or any other student is caught passing inappropriate content around the school again, I'll start passing around detention slips. That's assuming the principal doesn't suspend the culprits.”

A girl at the front raised her hand. “What videos?”

He gave her a reproving look. “I mean it. Not a word.”

While the subject was changed to first period History, the mention of the videos caught Mai's attention. She wondered if they were the usual inappropriate kind most boys look at or if they were more viral videos. Trying not to think about her upcoming confrontation with Keiko, she threw herself into her school work. Leaving homeroom to attend fourth period English in the foreign language hall, she tried not to dwell on the fact she'd likely be in a fight as soon as the bell rings. Not that Keiko would ever hit anyone, but she'd certainly yell, if the mood strikes her.

Her train of thought was derailed when she was called to the board to translate a sentence. Thankful for the distraction, she participated more in class that day than any prior day that semester. Using the last ten minutes of class to do her homework from homeroom, she sat there with lead in her stomach as the rest of her classmates responded to the bell. Worried this discussion would cost her more than she was willing to pay, she slowly put her books away and headed down to the cafeteria.

Collecting a sandwich and juice, she found Keiko waiting for her outside, at the same table they sat in last time they argued. Taking her seat, she waited. After a minute of awkward silence, Keiko sighed. “Okay, here's the thing. It's one thing to make friends with someone who's pissed off the whole school. That's up to you if you can handle her. It's another thing entirely to knowingly be friends with someone who's standing in the way of your best friend's happiness. Michiru likes this Hiro guy. Does that mean anything to you?”

The fact she hadn't yelled any of this, however exasperated Keiko sounded, helped get Mai talking. “It means everything. I love you and I love Michiru. When I met you both in the eighth grade, I knew you'd be my friends for life. I'd never want to mess that up. It doesn't mean I care about Kuroda any less, though. You have to understand where I'm sitting. I'm in the middle, trying to act as mediator between two different friend groups. Michiru's liked Hiro for over a month, now and Kuroda...”

She immediately clammed up. Kuroda would not appreciate her blabbing about her crush. Unfortunately, she'd already started and Keiko was waiting. “Kuroda, what?”

“Kuroda doesn't necessarily have feelings for Hiro. The club is pretty close-knit. It's only been a month. Eventually, Michiru will find a chance to talk to Hiro without anyone around to interfere. Not that anyone is interfering. It's just a matter of bad timing.”

Calming down considerably, Keiko took a moment to eat some of her lunch. Mai did the same. “Okay...will you help her?”

“How could I help her? I'm not close to Hiro. He won't take my advice.” She had told her this, before. Hopefully, she listens this time.

“You can do other things to help. For example, you could distract Kuroda while Michiru talks to Hiro.”

Mai hesitated to respond. She couldn't do that. If Hiro agreed to date Michiru, it would feel like she had set the whole thing up, herself. Kuroda might never forgive her. Even if Mai hates the idea of upsetting her long-time friends, it isn't fair of either of them to ask it of her. Kuroda hasn't asked and she acts as if she's in love with the guy. Unable to help herself, irritation bubbled up. “I have a question for you, Keiko. If it was me that liked Hiro, say, since last year, would you expect me to step aside for Michiru?”

She balked. “Do you like Hiro? You've got to be kidding me!”

Mai's face flushed in anger. Unfortunately for her, Keiko would likely interpret it as embarrassment. “Answer the question. Would you expect me to step aside for Michiru, who's crush has only existed the span of a month? Would Michiru take precedence just because she spoke of her feelings first? To you, I might add. She felt no need to tell me for over a month. How do you think that makes me feel? I tell you guys everything. We'd been in eighth grade homeroom for a week when I told you about my home life. I told you what happened at the school house freshman year, about my job with SPR, about my crush on Naru, about my aspirations to become a writer and paranormal investigator, about my psychic abilities and, I'm telling you now, I just signed back on with SPR.”

Keiko snapped back. “Why are you acting so defensive? Answer honestly! Do you like Hiro Hayashi?”

“If I did, would that matter to you?”

“If you liked him so much, why am I just hearing about it? What took you so long? If you had told me up front, I would've discouraged Michiru, but you didn't! She's had this whole month to let these feelings linger!”

“If she never told me in the first place, why would it be my fault? I want to know why you two kept it from me? Don't tell me you felt like you couldn't talk to me because of Kuroda, who I've only been speaking to for under a week. These feelings have been going on for a month!”

“It's everything! Freshman year, you get swept up into this ghost hunting thing! You start claiming you can see and dream about spirits and won't shut up about it! Then, halfway through last year, you suddenly quit your job and start moping around all the time, refusing to see us outside of school! You would only hang out with your old coworkers! We get that you had a crush on your boss! We didn't question it, even if it was kind of creepy! But, for you to all but end our friendship just because you couldn't go ghost hunting anymore really hurt, so Michiru and I distanced ourselves, too...Then you started hanging out with Kuroda and she's just like you. Now, you've become so defensive of your new friend that you won't even consider helping out one of your old ones. I don't know if ghosts exist, but this past year has felt like I've been friends with one.”

By the end of Keiko's speech, both were crying. Mai tried to piece her emotions together, but couldn't quite grasp how she was feeling. As she spoke, her voice cracked. “I'm so sorry if I made you and Michiru feel this way. I care about you both so much, whether you believe I'm psychic or not. I know I haven't always told you everything. They say omission is the same as lying. Here it is. I loved Naru. I still love him. Having him leave for a year nearly killed me. And I didn't just lose him. I lost his brother, too. I know I'm asking a lot when I say I need you to believe in everything I've told you. Keiko...I need you to believe me. If I thought you'd spent the last two and half years silently judging me while I told you these things, while I poured my heart out...”

She had to stop. Holding her breath, she waited in desperation for her friend's reaction. Slowly, Keiko calmed herself down. When she spoke, her voice was so soft, Mai was barely able to hear it. “I want to believe you...but, I can't.”

Something inside her broke. She could spend the rest of her life trying to convince herself she doesn't care, but she does. If the two friends she's had the longest can't take her at her word, what kind of friendship does she actually have with either of them? She had several more questions, but couldn't bring herself to ask them. Standing, she threw her lunch away and hurried back inside.

Going directly to the school clinic, she feigned an illness. The nurse didn't even bother taking her temperature, one look at Mai's flushed, tear stained face and she wrote a dismissal note. Dropping her things off at her locker, she signed herself out and changed into street shoes. Going to sit on a bench outside the school gate, Mai called Monk, knowing Ayako would be at work. It went to voice mail. Going on a hunch, she used her phone's browser to check his band's website. Yupp, he has a gig in another district. Pulling her legs up, Mai hugged her knees, shivered and moped. She's never been the type to sit around, feeling sorry for herself. But, since Naru left and, since he's come back, it feels like that's all she's done. More than that, despite her not being there to speak for herself, it felt as if she'd lost Michiru as well as Keiko.

Staring down at her phone screen, she found herself smiling at her wallpaper. It was the yarn cup she'd made a few months ago. After she screwed it up, John helped her use craft foam to draw and cut out mouse ears, a nose and a tail. He hot glued them on for her and she took a picture, decidedly pleased with how it turned out. She started writing that very day. Pulling up his contact info, she called him.

“Hello, Mai.” She could hear the smile in his voice. It faded into concern. “Aren't you in school?”

She took a deep breath, hoping to keep her mood out of her voice. “I'm not feeling well, so I'm trying to get home. The bus I usually take doesn't pass near the school until three. Ayako's at work, so I can't try asking her. I'm sorry to call. I'm sure you're busy.”

“Not at all. I'll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Too relieved to speak, she could only nod her head and try her best not to cry in his ear. Hanging up, she sent a quick text to Kuroda about not attending today's club meeting, pocketed her phone and stared down at her feet. She felt no better by the time he arrived. Hurriedly getting into the car, he'd barely left the block before she launched in to everything that's been happening. By the time she finished, she was practically sobbing. “...After a minute of silence she said she wanted to believe me, but she can't. Nothing was resolved and now I'm running away like some coward as my friendship with her and Michiru disintegrates.”

During her meltdown, John made his way to Ayako's. Shutting off the car, he walked around to her side and helped her out before she could even finish fumbling with the seat belt. Giving her reassuring smiles the whole way up to the apartment, he took her keys, opened the door, sat her on the couch with a blanket around her shoulders and headed into the kitchen. Returning a minute later with a tray of tea and cookies, he handed her a cup of the piping hot lemon oolong before taking a seat beside her.

It took several minutes and two cups before she calmed down. When she was finally level headed enough to hear what he had to say, he spoke. “I'd never presume to know how to handle this situation better than you do, yourself. If you're sure you want my advice, I'm happy to try to help. Your friends have been there for you for a long time. Not all friendships last, but after nearly four years, I can't imagine either of them would be willing to walk away so easily. Nothing is disintegrating. Needing to take a step back and evaluate your feelings before rehashing this conversation with them doesn't make you a coward, either.”

“What should I do?” She sniffed, a little embarrassed by how childish she sounded.

“School may not be the best place to make up with them. There's too much to focus on. As soon as you feel you're ready, try arranging to meet with them and talk about everything.”

“What if they never believe me? What if everything gets swept under the rug and I'm expected to set Michiru up with Hiro? What if I go through with it and Kuroda never forgives me?”

“True friends always forgive each other.” His smile dropped a little. Staring into his tea cup for a while, he looked up after a minute. “But, trust is the backbone of friendship. How do you feel about their difficulty coming to terms with what you've told them?”

“It hurts a lot to know they don't trust me enough to take me at my word, even if that word sounds a little crazy. It hurts even more to know they stood there for two and a half years, letting me make a fool of myself, thinking the whole time about how much I'm like Kuroda, who they also think is crazy. The worst part is, if I had never become friends with Kuroda, they would have continued to pretend like nothing was wrong. The things Keiko brought up, about me ghosting them, leading to them distancing themselves...How do I handle that? I've apologized, but, as long as we can't reach an impasse on their belief in my abilities, there will always be that gigantic elephant in the room, threatening the peace of our friendship. I can't even fully come to terms with why is matters so much to be believed.”

“Everyone wants to be believed when they speak the truth. It hurts to be called a liar, especially by people you care about.”

Wiping at her face with the tissue he offered her, she leaned back against the couch, putting her head on his shoulder. “Maybe, that's the reality of it. Unless you've witnessed something paranormal, yourself, it's just too difficult to believe in. It's like asking them to trust me when I claim I've seen, I don't know, a mermaid. Different subject matter, but the same ballpark. Instead of picking apart why their disbelief is a reason to question the friendship, maybe I need to address why I'm so upset about it.”

The room was quiet for several minutes. When the sound of John dropping his tea spoon into his cup made her jump, she managed to laugh. He grinned. “Would you like to try now or think about it for a bit?”

“Well...I guess I don't know. Like I said, I'm more upset about them letting me believe they believed. These past several days, I've been talking to Kuroda about her parents and how she was never able to tell them anything. They'd either refuse to accept what she told them or go into tirades about it being the devil's work. When I imagine going through the same thing with anyone I know, it hurts to think about. Now, I'm going through it. I don't want the two people I've known the longest to decide that they will never believe me for as long as we live. During the time I was originally working for SPR, ghost hunting was my life. It's likely to become my life, again. How can I avoid talking about something this important to me and still keep the friendship strong? I just wish I had some easily visible power, like telekinesis. Something I could prove. I wonder how much I'd have to pay Naru to get him to show Keiko and Michiru his PK.”

John shrugged and shook his head in amusem*nt. “Likely more than any of us have. As far as your questions, I think these are things you need to address, yourself. Whether you try to work things out with them or not is your decision and I'd hate to think you did things one way or another based solely on what I've said.”

Mai looked up at him, pouting. “Are you sure? I'm pretty convinced I'd like someone else to handle this for me.”

“I'm afraid I can't give you the answers. Deep down, you know what you have to do.”

She sighed. “I honestly have no idea how to handle most of it. As far as Hiro is concerned, I'm going to have to put my foot down and refuse to intervene. If I'm not able to assist Kuroda, I can't do it for Michiru, either. Not if helping one will hurt the other. Keiko is going to have to accept that. She seems even more upset than Michiru.”

“It could be this past year hurt her more than she's let on.” He offered up the suggestion. A second later, he blushed. “Not to suggest you had anything to do with that. You had every reason to be distant.”

“She doesn't seem to understand that.” Leaning away from him, she put her back against the arm rest and tried to put her thoughts into words. “She yelled at me over my moping and didn't respond at all to my explanations of why I was that way. In fact, every time I ask her the questions I really want answers to, she skips over them and answers some lesser question. I wanted to make a point without giving away Kuroda's feelings for Hiro, so I talked to Keiko as if they were my feelings. Her answer was, despite Michiru liking him for a month and me supposedly liking him for over a year, I have no right to interfere. That I should have spoken up sooner. If she won't even make a concession for me, she definitely won't see my side of things when it comes to Kuroda.”

“You seem to have become very close to Kuroda in a short span of time. It sounds to me that friendship with Naoko Kuroda might feel easier than friendship with Keiko or Michiru. Less conditional. Less stressful. While I don't think that means things need to end, it does mean you have a lot to talk about with them. It might even be necessary to have all four of you discuss things.”

“Take Kuroda with me to talk to them?” She paled. “Just thinking about it gives me anxiety. It would either end very well or very, very badly. While Michiru seems put off by Kuroda, due to the conflict of interest with Hiro, Keiko seems to hate her. I mean, genuinely hate her.”

“Discuss that, then. If nothing else, figure out how to address Keiko's feelings, since she seems to be your biggest challenge.”

Including the car ride, they had been discussing this for about an hour. Despite her lingering uncertainty, the talk helped significantly calm her down. “Thank you, John. It's ridiculous how much I need your advice.”

“I'm glad I could help.” He beamed.

The front door opened a second later, revealing a distracted Ayako. With a bag in each hand and a phone pressed to her ear with her shoulder, she didn't even notice them, at first. “I'm not saying it's a epidemic. I think it's just a bunch of teenagers spooking each other. If and when I see some real evidence, I'll let it interfere in my practice. I may be a spiritual shrine maiden, but, first and foremost, I'm a doctor. If I believe every student that claims to have had sex with a ghost, I'll damage my reputation. You're more than welcome to keep her overnight and monitor her behavior. By morning, she might be singing a different tune. Yes, you can call me if she does change her story. Bye.”

Hanging up, she let her phone drop to the table beside the door. Locking up, she turned around and nearly lost grip on her bags. John was quick to take them from her and bring them into the kitchen. Mai waved shyly. “I'm home early.”

Frowning, Ayako walked over and put a hand to her forehead. “Did you get sick at school?”

“Sort of.” Mai shrugged. Might as well tell her everything she told John. She might even have a different piece of advice for her to consider. “I got into a fight with Keiko. I'm feeling better about it, but I'm still really uncertain of how to handle it.”

Ayako pushed the tea tray aside and sat on the coffee table. “It must've been a terrible fight for you to leave school early. Alright. Tell me all about it.”

Mai spent the next several minutes bringing her up to date. As she finished her story, John returned from the kitchen with a fresh pot of tea. “...Now, I feel like I'm at an impasse. To take one side is to betray the other. Even if I do nothing and hope the whole thing blows over, I'll still anger Keiko. What should I do?”

“I don't think you'll like my advise very much.” Ayako frowned deeply, irritation clear on her face. “Keiko's being very selfish. Whether you're friends with Kuroda is not her decision. Initially, she heavily suspected Kuroda liked Hiro and still asked you to stab her in the back for Michiru. She refuses to believe in something that is a major part of you and has used it and the terrible depression you went through this past year as an excuse to treat you even worse. She's not behaved as a friend at all and has the audacity to call you out on not being totally present in the friendship when she knew what you were going through. It shows such a lack of feeling, it's amazing you didn't end the friendship then and there.”

Mai and John stared at Ayako in shock. Clearing her throat, Mai attempted a disarming smile. “Wow, Ayako. No need to be that harsh. She's been a little unfair, I agree. But, ending a nearly four year friendship over it is pretty extreme.”

“Would you rather this continue? She'll keep pinning the blame on you, because that's what she's done this whole time. She won't want to reconcile with Kuroda and will be angry with you for suggesting it. In order to placate her, you'd have to betray Kuroda. You'd have to never talk about spirits, again and you'd have to acknowledge that this last year of emotional absence was all your fault. I don't mean walk away cold turkey. I only mean you should warn her.”

Mai swallowed, seeing the sense in her words. John would always have a lighter view of people's transgressions. It's part of his charm. Ayako, however, had no such qualms. If someone she knew treated her like that, she'd cut them off. The way she said the last piece of advice sounded less like a suggestion and more like a threat packed in hard ice. It would certainly hit Keiko that way. “Warn her?”

“Warn her that you won't tolerate her treatment of you, as of late. Let her know that, despite your dedication to the friendship, neither you nor her should ever be made to believe that friendships work this way. If, in the end, this results in her walking away, know we're here for you, Mai. Me, John, Monk and Yasu, even.”

It took her a moment to speak. When she finally did, she sounded much meeker than she intended. “I know you're right. I was distant this last year, but I never cut them off completely. I told them both what had happened shortly after Naru left for England and what I had been going through emotionally, since. If this wasn't enough to excuse me from acting like everything was fine, I don't know what more I could have done. On top of that, I can't make Keiko believe in my psychic powers. She should understand that that hurts me, if nothing else. I'm at a loss...”

The room fell silent as Mai fell into thought. When her teacup became cold to the touch, she sat it aside and looked at each face around her. John smiled back at her, immediately easing her troubled mind. He checked his watch. “I should head back. It's nearly time for the morning staff to head home. They'll need someone to help look after the children while we wait for all of the evening staff to get there. I hope you're feeling a little more certain of how to handle things.”

“I think I am. Thank you, both.” Standing up with him, Mai saw John to the door. When only she and Ayako remained, she spun around. “I'll make dinner. You go ahead and take your shower.”

She was almost to the kitchen when Ayako called after her. “Are you sure you're okay?”

“I'm...” She paused, trying to assess her feelings as she considered where she might be in her friendship with Keiko after school, tomorrow. The idea of losing both her and Michiru hurt. It almost made her wish she'd never worked things out with Kuroda. But, in the end, she'd never be truly alone. Never again. Maybe she should just get this conversation over with. “...alright. Actually, can you fend for yourself for dinner? I'm going to head out.”

“To talk to Keiko?”

“Not just yet. I need to talk to Michiru without Keiko talking over us. I need to know how she feels about all this.” Fetching her jacket, she slipped a matching hat on and collected some bus fare.

“Be careful. Try to be back before sundown.”

“I'll do my best.” Running out the front door before Ayako could say anything else, she took the elevator down and made her walk to the nearest bus stop. Unfortunately, the bus that would take her straight near Michiru's didn't stop here, making it necessary to take two different buses. On the hour long journey, she went over the questions she wanted to ask as well as the answers she hoped she'd get. Feeling a little less anxious by the time she reached her stop, she wasted no time in ringing the bell. School will have let out by now, saving her the trouble of explaining her presence to Michiru's parents.

Michiru's mother answered wearing an apron and oven mitts. She looked a little surprised to have company. “Hello, Mai. I'm sorry, Michiru isn't feeling very well. She will be in school, tomorrow.”

“I know, ma'am. I'm here to tell her about our shared homework. We have homeroom, together. It shouldn't take long. I'll give her plenty of time to rest.”

Hesitating only a second, she let Mai in. “I'm baking and can't leave it alone for too long, so you'll have to show yourself up to her room. She was awake, last I checked.”

Thanking her, Mai hurried upstairs. Softly knocking, she let herself in to her friend's pink and yellow decorated room. For years, she and Keiko teased Michiru mercilessly over her princess themed room, complete with canopied bed. After they let slip that Keiko collects plush bunnies and Mai enjoys watching old children's cartoons (they're a reminder of her time with her parents), the teasing stop. Mai grabbed the stool from the vanity and carried it over to the bed. Sitting down, she returned her friend's weary smile.

“You look tired.”

Sitting up a little more, Michiru sighed. “I am. I was throwing up all morning. Mom thinks it's food poisoning. My family tried a new restaurant, last night. They ordered on the safe side, but I was feeling adventurous, so I ordered one of their sushi rolls. It tasted funny.”

“You're feeling better, now?”

“Yeah, a lot better. Mom's even making me an egg, spinach and mushroom souffle. She says the ingredients will be good for me now that I can stomach food.”

“Just so you can tell her I did what I said I was going to do, we're doing pages thirty-eight and thirty-nine in our Math textbooks and writing essays about one of our most notable experiences in Literature. At the beginning of class, Mr Ikeda was called into a staff meeting for several minutes, so we watched a documentary in History.”

“I know. Keiko just called me ten minutes ago and gave me all my homework assignments. I'll get as much of it done as I can. She said she'd be by to bring me my textbooks after her club meeting. Why aren't you at your creative writing club?”

Mai sighed. She should start talking to Michiru about everything. If Keiko gets here before she can, she'll never get straight answers out of her. “During lunch, I had a tense talk with Keiko about everything she's been feeling. She...says you both felt abandoned after I distanced myself for the past year.”

At first, she couldn't respond. Paling a little, she tugged at her hair nervously, her eyes on her blanket. “I never felt abandoned. I understood how difficult it must be to have the guy you like run off right after you confess to him. It must've been so painful. I tried to talk to Keiko about it, but you know her. She doesn't always see the forest for the trees. She's so wrapped up in the way it made her feel, she isn't looking at the big picture. It was you who was hurting. She made it all about her...Uh, please don't tell her I told you this.”

“I'd never. I want to do everything I can to fix this.”

Relaxing considerably, Michiru met Mai's eye. “Far be it from me to share the secrets of others, but, after she made me keep my feelings for Hiro from you for a month, I think it's time the cat is let out of the bag. There's something you should know.”

“Wait...Keiko made you keep your crush on Hiro from me? Did she explain why?”

“She said you were wrapped up in your own life and wouldn't care. I was feeling really vulnerable about it, so I let her convince me to wait until after I talked to Hiro, himself. Unfortunately, that didn't go according to plan.”

Mai felt the strangest combination of anger and hurt. Pushing it aside, she took Michiru's hands. “No matter what I'm going through, I will always have time for you both. I hope you know that.”

Michiru nodded fervently. “I do. It was tough, not getting to talk with you, but I understand. Sooner or later, Keiko will understand, too. As far as your psychic powers...I can't say I know how to feel about what you're saying, but I've seen and heard enough things to have a more open mind about it. I think Keiko wouldn't be nearly so harsh with you, if not for what happened Freshman year.”

“It's been nearly two years.” Mai tried to keep her frustration in check. “I know Kuroda caused trouble in the past, and that she's your current rival for Hiro, but she's become a lot less abrasive. She's lonely and shy, Michiru. She needs a friend and I plan on being one to her. I hope you and Keiko can come to accept that.”

“I do accept that. I really like Hiro and would like to have your help, but you don't want to upset Kuroda. It's as clear as day that she likes him, too. If I'm meant to be with Hiro, it will happen, anyway. I'm not talking about Kuroda, anyway...It isn't about your psychic powers, either. Well, not entirely.”

Mai furrowed her brows, officially stumped. “Alright. What about our Freshman year has Keiko so upset?”

Michiru opened her mouth to speak, only to immediately slam it shut, her eyes looking past Mai. Turning in the stool, she found Keiko standing in the doorway with a couple textbooks in hand, glaring like she'd just walked in on a crime. “Michiru, aren't you sick? You should be laying down. I skipped my club meeting so I could bring you your things right away. There's a couple worksheets from your other classes tucked into the front of your Math textbook.”

Crossing the room, she slammed them both down on the vanity, shoulders, tensed, expression fierce. Standing slowly, Mai tried to silently offer her the stool. When she didn't take it, she cleared her throat. “Uh...Exactly what happened Freshman year that has you so upset?”

“What didn't happen?” She muttered.

“I don't understand.” Mai had to sit back in the stool, lightheaded from the tension in the room. “I'm trying to reach out to both of you. Michiru wants to settle this. Why don't you?”

She snapped her head up. “How can you expect me to settle this if you haven't apologized for the big thing you did to hurt me? The one thing that started all of this!”

Michiru shushed her. “My mom will make you both leave if you yell.”

Keeping her voice low, Mai let every ounce of emotion she felt drip into her words. Her eyes filled with tears. “I have apologized. I'll apologize as many times as I need to in order for you to believe me. I apologize for everything I've done to hurt you, Keiko. I'm sorry, I never asked you how you really felt about my abilities, expecting you to believe me without proof. I'm sorry I became so distant this past year. I'm sorry that my friendship with Kuroda upsets you and I'm sorry that I can't go out of my way to help Michiru with Hiro, for fear of hurting Kuroda. If there's anything else, anything at all, tell me. I'll apologize for it, too.”

While the emotional fight had brought Keiko to tears at lunch, this time, she was a rock. Her intense gaze didn't waver as she stared back. Eventually, Mai had to look down. When she chanced a look up, Keiko finally spoke. “I did tell you. I pretty much spelled it out for you that year. It should've been so obvious. But, no. Nothing is obvious to Mai if Mai doesn't want to hear it.”

She shook her head, unable to comprehend the malice coming from someone she thought was her friend. Her earlier arguments faded as she tried, desperately, to understand what had Keiko so angry that it was threatening the very foundation of their friendship. “...I'm so sorry. I don't know what else you could be talking about.”

Keiko nodded stiffly. Turning around, she fled the room. For the next several minutes, no one spoke or even moved. Finally, when the shock had worn off, Michiru touched Mai's shoulder. “She'll tell you when she's ready.”

“You know what's upset her so much. When did she tell you?”

This seemed to be a question Michiru hoped wouldn't be asked. Looking pitiful in her remorse, she answered softly. “She told me right after it all went down. I think she was embarrassed to tell you. I can't say anything else. She did swear me to secrecy.”

“Friends don't keep secrets so big, they jeopardize the friendship.” Mai wiped at her face. “I'm not trying to take the blame off myself. If, whatever it is, it hurt her this badly, I've clearly done something unforgivable.”

“Not unforgivable. It's not like anyone could've known. She'd have to tell someone, first. It had already happened once she told me.”

“It's not lost on me that you and Keiko knew each other for years before I came into the picture. I guess I can understand why she felt more comfortable opening up to you.”

“That has nothing to do with it. You're just too close to the situation. I can't say anything else. I'm sorry.”

The sound of a kitchen timer going off downstairs broke the tension. Mai stood slowly. “You don't need to be sorry. I'll try to be patient until Keiko feels like she can tell me. Enjoy your souffle.”

Mai left the house. Pausing on the sidewalk in front of it, she looked around, trying to figure out her next step. Should she try to find Keiko and make her talk? Though, that might make her angrier. She's better off giving her some space and bringing this up after she cools down. She could also try to resolve as much of the situation as she can by going to talk to Hiro directly. She shook her head. No, not that. He'd probably find out who she was talking about, whether she gave names or not.

As her turbulent thoughts continued to rage, the clouds above her seemed to pick up on them. In a matter of minutes, they closed in and it began to rain. Shivering, she hurried over to a nearby cafe, not wanting to disturb Michiru while she ate. Buying herself a snack, she sat at a single chaired table by a window filled with Winter plants. Admiring them, she was about to start eating when her phone pinged, signaling the arrival of a message.

Message:
Club just let out. Why did you go home early? -Kuroda

Taking a couple bites of her food, she sent a reply.

Message:
It's been a big mess trying to sort things out with Keiko. I went to talk to Michiru. She stayed home, sick. Unfortunately, just as we were really resolving things, Keiko showed up. I'm not sure what to do. -Mai

Message:
Mind me asking what it's all about? I don't know if I'll be able to help, but I'll try. -Kuroda

Message:
It's more of the same, plus a little extra. Now, Keiko claims there's something I did during Freshman year that she's still angry about. I can't get her to talk to me about it. This is shaping the friendship and may lead to its end. I have to figure this out. -Mai

Message:
If she won't tell you, there's nothing you can do. For the record, as far as Michiru's crush on Hiro, I wouldn't be angry with you if you tried to help set them up. I just want you to know that. -Kuroda

Message:
I promised you that I wouldn't interfere. It wouldn't be fair. If it doesn't sound too weird of me, I'm rooting for both of you. I want all of my friends to be happy. -Mai

Message:
Thank you. I'm about to get on the bus. -Kuroda

Finishing up their conversation, Mai ate in silence, feeling a little better. At least Michiru and Kuroda aren't upset with her. That just leaves Keiko. Whatever has her this tense, it has to be serious. Maybe, it has to do with her making friends with the SPR team. It might've worried her when she started going on all these cases that took her out of school, causing her time with her original two friends to be lessened. Keiko might be genuinely worried that Mai will replace her with the team. If this is the case, it must've really freaked her out when Mai moved in with Ayako.

As she finished eating and dumped her trash, she bought a plain red umbrella from the bin behind the counter and left the cafe. Opening it up, she headed to the bus stop and checked the schedule posted there. The bus that would take her the closest to Ayako's apartment wouldn't be arriving for over an hour. Groaning, she turning around and started heading further downtown, hoping to find another stop with a more promising schedule.

Before long, she found herself deep in Shibuya district. Passing through a scenic outlet mall, she was just considering stopping in at one of the shops when she found herself standing at the edge of SPR's parking lot. Relieved, she hurried over to the stairs and let herself inside. Shaking her umbrella off, she put it away and removed her wet jacket, with the intention of laying it on the back of her desk chair. She turned to find two desks, side by side. One contained a gold name plate with Mai's name, the other had a wooden one that read 'TEMP'.

Rolling her chair closest to a heating vent, she hung up her jacket and went to pick up her name plate just as Naru emerged from his office. He looked bored. “Seeing as you don't start until the twenty-third, I expected you to keep away from the office as much as possible.”

“I got caught in the rain.” She explained as she fluffed her damp hair. He glanced at it, following the strands that went far past her shoulders before looking away. It had taken less than two seconds for him to do, but it felt much longer to Mai. Feeling a little awkward, not to mention worried that he'd dub it a work hazard and make her cut it, she pulled it over her shoulder and started braiding it. Fastening it with a hair tie from her wrist, she glanced at the kitchen. “I can make tea while I wait for it to let up. Are you still drinking oolong or is it late enough in the year for Spiced Dragon.”

“What do you think?” He didn't frown, but something told Mai he was on the inside.

“Oolong, it is.” She sighed and entered the kitchen. Prepping him a cup, along with a sandwich, she carried the tray into his office. He immediately took the cup, but disregarded the food. “I'm not hungry.”

“I'm sure you haven't eaten anything in hours. You tend to forget to eat lunch.”

He kept his eyes on his drink. “I suppose I did at one point. However, seeing as this is the first time we've spoken extensively in over a year, I'm to assume you have no idea what I do and don't do.”

Mai's jaw clenched. “A remarkable observation. I suppose we have absolutely no idea what the other has been up to, or the changes in their lifestyles they may have made.”

“No, I know exactly what you've been up to.” He took a long sip and put his cup down.

She wondered if she might get herself out of the contract by pouring the tea on his head. The worry he'd press charges for the burns it might inflict made her think better of it. “Oh? Tell me, what have I been up to.”

He looked up at her. “You've spent this last year making a series of little changes. You don't look for employment, so you lose your apartment and move in with Matsuzaki. You grow out your hair, begin participating in a club and make a new friend or two. You fancy yourself productive with all these things added to your life. As far as major changes, I fail to see one. Unless you consider the inclusion of a potential love interest something major.”

Mai scoffed, unable to help herself. “What? Who the hell are you talking about?”

“I'm referring to the one who made a point of giving you your bag in front of me. His name escapes me.”

“Are you talking about Hiro Hayashi? He's not my love interest, or whatever you called him. He's a member of my club. I was in the club room when you had me paged to the office.”

“Aside from that, am I wrong about anything else?”

Clenching her fists, she was ready to storm off when the front door opened. Coming to stand in Naru's open doorway in all her kimono clad glory, Masako Hara immediately covered her mouth with her sleeve at the sight of Mai. “I hope I'm not interrupting.”

Mai's frown deepened at the sight of her. Feeling a little spiteful, she considered saying something about Masako's regular trips to the office, both last time SPR was open and this time. At one point, she could've convinced herself that Naru welcomed these impromptu visits. After years of Masako's not so subtle attempts to lure Naru into her clutches with him trying to carefully dodge each one, (as far as Mai could tell) he'd hate for someone to give her any encouragement. “And here's your love interest. I'll give you two some privacy. I need to get home.”

Shoving her own tea cup in Naru's hands, Mai hurried out the door, leaving her narcissistic boss in the clutches of someone potentially more vain than he is. Putting on her jacket at the bottom of the stairs, she pulled up the hood and opened her umbrella. Making her way over to the bus stop across the street from the parking lot, she boarded an approaching bus, not caring where it was heading. As the sun set, she leaned her head against the window beside her, too upset to care if anyone noticed her crying.

He had no right to say any of that...Not as her boss or as a friend. To take everything she went through this past year and act as if it were nothing, on top of accusing her of moving on when she hasn't...It proves all her fears. She never should have signed that contract. He hasn't changed a bit. But, she has. Even if he refuses to acknowledge it, there are definitely noticeable major changes in her. At the very least, one year ago, she would have spent several minutes screaming if he'd said these things to her. This time, it didn't even occur to her to yell at him until now, when the moment's long since passed. When Naru left for England, it's like he took her fighting spirit with him and lost it along the way.

Arriving home a bit too late for Ayako's taste, she stood there and let her dote for a few minutes. “I was worried, sick! You said you'd be back before dark. Did you work everything out with Michiru? Did you end up talking to Keiko? Did you miss your bus? I hope you didn't walk home. Are you hungry?”

Mai waved off her concerns, still too gutted from her talk with Naru to get into it. “Things are on the mend with Michiru. Keiko is still too angry. I ate something earlier. I'm taking a shower.”

Hurrying off to her room, she collected her pajamas and quickly shut herself in the bathroom, worried Ayako would notice she'd been crying if she didn't keep her back to her. This is too big a mess for her to handle it on her own. So...why is she trying? Pulling off her clothes, still slightly damp from the rain, she took much longer than usual getting clean.

By the time she returned to the front room with her pajamas on and a towel draped over her head, Ayako had changed as well. Looking up from her spot on the couch, she pat the space beside her. “I thought we could talk for a while. It's only a little after eight.”

Nodding solemnly, Mai sat beside her and pulled her legs up onto the couch. Hugging her knees, she kept her eyes firmly down. “There's no sense in rehashing my troubles with Michiru and Keiko. I'll figure it out.”

“What is it, then? When you came home, you looked as if you'd been through something horrible. Even now, you're pale, with a vacant expression. I'm really worried.”

Thankfully, her earlier crying jags kept her eyes dry. “I stopped by the office while waiting for a bus. I spoke to Naru.”

She didn't need to elaborate why this would be upsetting. Ayako knew Naru well enough. “And? What did he say? Even his usual behavior wouldn't do this to you.”

Swallowing heavily, she tightened her hold on her knees. “It wasn't even out of character for him. If it's thoughtless or cruel, it's right up his alley. I just...I can't take his words as lightly as I used to. It wasn't just that he was unnecessarily callous. He took the one thing I've been agonizing over and used it to hurt me. He took one look at me and said I hadn't changed at all. He said he knew exactly what I've been up to while he was gone and acted as if I were still the girl I was when we first met. He also accused me of dating Hiro Hayashi. Not that the last part did more than annoy me. I didn't bother trying to correct him on anything but Hiro. I shouldn't have said anything. Maybe, I should have made him think I had moved on.”

Putting an arm around her, Ayako sighed. “Yeah, you should have let him think you and Hiro had something going on. At least he would be less likely to bring up what happened last year. As far as change, he can see it. Anyone with eyes can see it. I certainly can. You've grown up so much since the day I met you. He knows this. It's why he made a point of bringing it up. It spooks him.”

Mai laid her head on Ayako's shoulder. “How could I possibly spook him? Nothing startles or upsets him.”

“Some things do. During the case at the old school house, the fact he may have been wrong about it being a case of ground subsidence had him very upset. He was upset when we couldn't solve the case involving a demon. Even more upset when he thought his inability to solve said case would result in Masako's death. I also remember how freaked out he was whenever you either were injured or came close to getting hurt. He doesn't react like your average person in the face of chaos, but he isn't immune.”

“I don't expect him to rant and rave about every little thing that triggers an emotional response. Not even I do that, anymore. I just wish he'd think before he speaks. Does he think I want to hear that he's convinced I spent this last year acting like some sort of survivor in a dramatic tragedy? It's like he doesn't think at all. Which is surprising, you know, considering who he is.”

“I think he's in denial. Unless he's irrefutably proved wrong, he continues to believe whatever he wants to, whether it's rude, prejudiced or otherwise.”

Mai leaned back to give Ayako a tired look. “His inability to empathize with people is one of his greatest flaws. How do you convince someone with that big of a god complex that he's human and needs to act like it?”

“Not with words.” She shrugged. “You'd need to show him he's wrong.”

“I don't know how to do that, either. Short of moving on and getting a boyfriend right in front of him, nothing else would make a big enough splash for him to notice.”

“I think that would hit hard enough for him to question everything else.” She snickered. “Do me a favor, don't discuss this in too much depth with Monk. That old perv will volunteer to date you so fast, it'll make my head spin. Either that or Yasu will ask you out.”

“I strongly doubt that last one. Besides, I'd hate to break up star-crossed lovers.”

Ayako seemed to blank for a moment. “Huh?”

Mai smirked. “Monk and Yasu. I'm strongly considering setting them up.”

“Please, do!”

The two cheered up significantly. Settling down for a movie, Mai got into bed shortly after eleven. Fiddling with her phone, she went on the school's website to check her homework assignments for her afternoon classes. Relieved to see she had none, she was about to close the browser when a notice on the home page caught her eye.

Students, faculty and parents,

It has come to our attention that certain persons have taken to distributing inappropriate material during school hours. If such activity continues, a school-wide phone ban will follow. Please look over this list of websites that have recently been added to our ban list. Also included is a list of banned searches that should not be attempted by any persons on school grounds.

Sincerely,
Principal Mezumi Yarahara
Shibuya District High School

The page listed a few banned websites, including the one Mai had been looking at Spectrophilia stories on. Also included was the categories the school was banning students from even researching. At the top of the list was, 'Ghost Sex Stories'. Mai snorted. This really must be getting out of hand. At least her school is trying to be proactive about it, preventing it from becoming too much of an issue.

Looking through the comments below the official post, a student posted a link. Clicking it, a black page with red text loaded.

Are You A Snitch?

Yes No

Clicking 'no'. Mai was taken to another similarly decorated screen with a strange custom version of Pacman. The concept of the game was the same, as well as the ghosts that chase your character. Said character, instead of being a yellow circle with a face and open mouth, was a tiny pixelated chibi school girl. The insinuation was not lost on Mai. Amused, she played the game for a few minutes until she lost. A little animation of the ghosts surrounding your character and knocking her over played. The moment she reached the end game screen, it gave her another option.

Want More?
Try...
Spectrophiliacs Anonymous

Feeling a little like these links were taking her on an egg hunt, she clicked the final link, bringing up a forum with the same title. Including a slew of different topics on the subject, from personal experiences to the pseudo-science behind the phenomena, there were even forum topics where people could post videos of them trying it. Opening one one of the videos, she immediately recognized the girl as someone named Rinae from her gym class. She was laid out on a bed with her arms at her side, eyes closed, chanting. She had no stipulations attached to her mantra. Merely a few words of complete permission to whatever happens to hear her. The video didn't show anything in the room with her. After Mai's own experience watching something come for Rin at Eri's sleepover, she was almost expecting there to be. A video with physical proof spectrophilia could happen would be too much to ask for. Spirits interfere with electronics, after all.

Suddenly, the video began to blur. At the same time, Rinae's expression tensed for a long moment before relaxing into something unmistakably akin to pleasure. When she began to moan, Mai quickly turned down the volume on her phone, embarrassed. This went on for several minutes. Even after the girl stopped making faces, she laid there in clear bliss for a while until she had the sense to turn off the camera. The comments below the video were all over the place.

That was intense! Just watching you made me want to try it!

Fake!

Did you actually feel it or was it like phantom tingles?

I recognize you from Math class. Your dirty little secret is safe with me. Why don't you tell me all about it, tomorrow. ;)

I'm going to show this to my sister. She's always quick to believe in crap like this.

When the video began to blur, I swear, for a split second, I could see something. Some kind of shadow. Check at 2:47.

There is something seriously wrong with you if you think this is a good idea. Giving a spirit access to you is like inviting the devil in. You might be having fun now, but there will come a point when you regret this. It won't just leave you alone because you ask it to. You're stuck unless you talk to a spiritualist. I would do so right away.

Checking the validity of one of the comments, Mai replayed the video, keeping an eye out for the 2:47 mark. When it hit, she, too, thought she saw something. Her eyes immediately adjusted half a second later, making her wonder if she'd imagined it. If she were better with computers, she'd try to figure out how to slow the video down. Watching one more time, her eyes were prepared for the millisecond interference. There's definitely something...Watching several more videos, most of which were clearly made as jokes, she plugged her phone into the charger and prepared to sleep.

For a long time, she laid in the dark, staring up at the ceiling. Is it really possible? It might be a good idea to find out, in case the trend does spread fully into her own school. Judging by this site, it's well on its way. At least it wasn't listed in the ban list. If teachers found out about this, there would be hell to pay. Some of the people trying it are showing their faces, making it all too easy to be identified. Rinae is usually such a shy, withdrawn girl in class. Either that's an act or the temptation was too much to resist.

Biting her lip, Mai glanced back at her phone, wondering if she should try it. That thought only lasted a second. Shaking her head, she pulled the covers up and tried to shut her brain down. Even if it is a load of crap in most cases, it shouldn't be tried by her. She's always been sensitive to spirits, especially since beginning her journey into unlocking her latent psychic abilities. If one overlooked the average person, it might lock onto her. She'd never live it down if she had to ask for Naru's help in cleansing a sex spirit...

After while, she finally drifted off into uneasy sleep, her dreams as tense as ever.

Chapter 5: Chapter 5

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Chapter Five

After Mai's last argument with her friends, she fully anticipated it getting rehashed the next day, only for everyone to act as if the fight never happened. When the remainder of the week passed and Keiko still avoided the topic, it was finally dropped. As much as she wanted to solve the issue, the relief of things going back to normal was too good to dispute. Taking the impasse as the white flag it was, Mai let it go. Soon enough, it would come back to light. In the mean time, she'd mentally prepare herself for it.

In the mean time, she had more than enough on her plate. Between school, homework and club activities, Mai had to fit in time to prepare Kuroda for her internship with SPR. Arranging sleepovers at her own place (Ayako was more relieved to see Mai spending time with a friend than she was upset about her own past experiences with Kuroda), the two went over all the old case files. On the Saturday night before the opening on Monday, the twenty-third, they poured themselves into reviewing everything they'd previously talked about.

“What do you do when you suspect the room you're in has spiritual activity?” Mai held up a flashcard she'd made. The part facing Kuroda read, 'The Three Step Check'.

“You check the temperature gauge...turn on your EMF reader...assess how you feel.”

“Elaborate on the last one.”

Kuroda fell into thought. “I...try to determine how the activity is making me feel, personally. Do I sense something? Do I feel sad or scared or threatened? Has the room dropped or raised in temperature?”

“Once you perform the three steps, what do you do, next?”

“Inform everyone at base, so the room can be monitored.”

“Correct.” Mai smiled. “Okay, next one. Due to various circ*mstances, you find yourself trapped in a room with a spirit you know to be malicious. You have to protect yourself until help can come. What do you do?”

“I do the chants you taught me. If they aren't enough, I perform the nine cuts.”

“With your hands on a flat surface, not aimed at me, tell me what they are.”

Kuroda put her hands down on the table and listed them with no inflection in her voice. Seeing as this table might crack if Mai, herself, said them, they both figured it's best that Kuroda not seriously try, either. “Rin. Pyo. To. Sha. Kai. Jin. Retsu. Zai. Zen.”

“I'm really proud of you, Kuroda. You know more than I did until I'd been working with SPR for a solid year.”

“Are you sure?” She began to fret. “Keep quizzing me. There could be something I think I know that didn't click.”

“Well...Let's talk about our teammates.”

She nodded. “Kazuya Shibuya is the owner of the company and our boss. His word is law. Lin Koujo is Kazuya's first assistant.”

“Lin looked after Naru until he came of age. Regardless, Lin sticks around as both his bodyguard and his friend. He's very introverted and much more levelheaded than Naru. Naru's word may be law but Lin's word is final.”

“Ayako Matsuzaki is a doctor and a self-proclaimed shrine maiden? She's the one you live with.”

“Not self-proclaimed. She actually did received training at her family's privately owned shrine. Next is...”

“Monk Takigawa. He's a Buddhist Monk from Mount Koya.”

“Houshou Takigawa.” Mai corrected. “Just call him Monk.”

“Next would be John Brown. He's a Catholic priest and expert in the practice of exorcism. He's from New Zealand.”

“Australia. You're doing well, don't look so discouraged. John is a very good friend. He'll help you out if you ever need someone to talk to about your difficulties with your father.”

“Seeing as John Brown is a Catholic priest, he must answer to my father and the rest of the JBCO.”

“I'm not certain. He's here under a visa, on mission work. Alright, who's next?”

“Osamu Yasuhara. He's our student researcher. He's currently attending Tokyo University and will often take time out to help out on cases, as long as it doesn't interfere with his schedule. Lastly...” Kuroda frowned. “...Masako Hara. I did some research on her, myself. Her television show was mildly impressive. In the flesh, you say she's not nearly so sweet.”

“She fancies herself Naru's girlfriend and will become hostile towards you if you show yourself to be too friendly towards him, whether you like him or not.” Leaning back in her seat, Mai pushed the remainder of the flashcards towards Kuroda. “That's all you really need to know. Well, except one thing. You'll likely hear mention of it during cases.”

“What's that?”

Mai shrugged. Kuroda might as well know if she's to spend any length of time with the team. “Naru's real name. Kazuya Shibuya is an alias. His real name is Oliver Davis. In fact, he's the son of the professor you were telling me about. The one that works in England.”

Kuroda startled. “R-really? I can't believe it...I've been following Oliver Davis' work for years, Mai! I've never seen a picture of him, but I heard he had left England some time ago, only to return. His research, as well as that of his father, is really what first encouraged me to pursue a career in paranormal investigation. Before hearing about Oliver, I always thought I was strange. Seeing, hearing and feelings ghosts isn't something the average person claims to do, even if they can, so I thought I was alone. After hearing about him, I no longer felt that way. Mai, if I could only speak to him about his work...”

“You can't!” Mai paled. “I mean...Naru isn't exactly pleased that the team knows his secret in the first place. Until he mentions it, himself, or someone other than me, you need to act as if you don't know. I don't want anything to jeopardize your internship.”

She nodded slowly, only a little disappointed. “I understand...If there's nothing else to discuss, what should we do, now?”

An image of Gene's gentle smile flashed through Mai's mind. In the few weeks Mai's been friends with Kuroda, she's come to trust her enough to tell her most anything. She even told her about Gene acting as her spirit guide up until his remains were unearthed, but she didn't go into any more detail than that. She found herself worrying that Kuroda would also make the same assumption Naru did and mistake Mai's platonic affection for something more. Looking across the table at her friend's trusting gaze, she couldn't fully believe that. Kuroda, unlike the ever judgmental Naru, would take Mai's word for it. Come to think of it, Mai's never actually told Kuroda about her feelings for Naru...Here's hoping she'll be just as understanding.

As Mai opened her mouth to tell her, Ayako arrived home from the hospital. Dropping her stuff near the door, she walked straight in the kitchen without even looking at them. “You will not believe the day I've had. First, some kid puts a pretty good sized crack in his skull and needs that looked at, then I helped out with an amputation. At the end of the day, we had another girl come in about that spectrophilia craze. She was worried her hymen was broken and that her parents would find out. Big surprise, it wasn't.”

Stepping out of the kitchen, Ayako skid to a stop at the sight of Kuroda, pale from the earlier description. The latter offered a weak smile. “Hello, Miss Matsuzaki.”

Ayako blushed a little. “I didn't know you were here. I'm sorry for the gory details. Mai usually doesn't mind.”

“I-I don't mind, either!” Kuroda assured her.

Sitting down with them, Ayako glanced at the flashcards. “How's ghost hunting trivia going?”

“Well. She's more than ready.” Mai complimented. Kuroda beamed. “So, another student came in to be examined?”

“It's usually only one or two a night. I don't think these girls would bother if they all didn't come from families that would severely punish them for losing their virginity. I try to explain to each patient that it isn't possible for a ghost to do something like that, but none can be placated. They all give similar accounts, claiming that it felt too real to be fake. I'm sorry, Kuroda. I don't think I've mentioned this to you, before.”

“I've been talking to her about it.” Mai opened the laptop on the edge of the table and hunted down the link to the site she'd found two weeks ago. “We've discussed it and we don't really know if it's possible. We've been physically attacked by spirits on past cases. Why would this be any different? All it takes is an encounter with a certain kind of spirit with a certain mentality.”

“Of course. I can't tell my patients that, though. If I told them I believed it might be possible, they'd go ballistic. Next thing I know, all their friends would be trying it and I'd have more of these girls flooding my E.R. What's that?” Ayako pointed to the computer.

“I found this site a while back. It's called Spectrophiliacs Anonymous. It's a big forum for people to post in about their own experiences. There are even videos. I've been keeping an eye on it and I've noticing a lot of students from my own school. One of the girls in my gym class, Rinae Patsu, is really popular. She posts a new video every few days and leaves her comments in every thread I've looked at. I think the attention she gets on here is going to her head, because she's really been changing. When I first met her, she was really modest and shy. Now, she's cut her hair off and started putting on heavy makeup despite the teachers getting on to her for it. She's wearing her skirts shorter and has a loyal following of boys, both on the site and at school. They call her by her username, Ghost Girl.”

“I have last period with her.” Kuroda nodded, her eyes nervous. “She confronted me on my behavior during Freshman year, wanting to know if I could still see spirits. She wanted me to sit in on one of her sessions, so I could tell her what the ghost looks like. I told her I didn't feel comfortable doing that. She rolled her eyes and stormed off.”

“This is really getting out of hand. I hope the school's doing something to combat this.” Ayako rubbed at her tired eyes.

“They're trying. There's a school-wide ban on certain sites and even certain searches. They're threatening some lengthy suspension time for anyone caught looking them up. People still do, of course. There's not really a way to completely remove it. People can still look into it outside of school. I think it looks worse than it is. Not everyone on this site is a student. In fact, I've counted no more than a dozen or so from Shibuya High.”

Ayako couldn't be assured. “It only takes one to get the ball rolling. If an influential classmate of yours starts talking about it, it will spread like wildfire.”

“Not everyone is interested in it. Keiko and Michiru certainly aren't. I understand where you're coming from. I'm worried, too. But, our best bet is to wait it out. It could blow over. Eventually, the love spell fad did. As did the hexer fad.” Mai stood. “I'll make you some tea.”

Ayako relaxed. “You're right...When did you get to be so smart?”

“I'm not, really. I'm just comparing it to what I've already witnessed.” Stepping into the kitchen, Mai put the kettle on and pulled out the leftovers from last night. Heating up a few bowls in the microwave, she brought them in with three cups of tea. Passing them out, she'd barely sat down to eat her own when her phone buzzed. Glancing down, she frowned. “Naru's calling...”

Rolling her eyes, Ayako reached over and flipped it open, putting it on speaker. She spoke for Mai. “What do you want?”

“I'll assume Mai is present for this. Don't forget tomorrow's opening ceremony.”

There was a pause as everyone registered what he'd said. After a moment, Mai answered him. “Er, the opening ceremony is on the twenty-third. Tomorrow is Sunday.”

“Why would I hold the opening ceremony the day we open for business, much less, on a Monday? Our clients will be at work and you will be in school. You'll have enough trouble as is trying to request off for the cases, themselves, so I went through the trouble of planning around your schedule.”

“So, the opening ceremony is tomorrow?” Mai gave the other occupants in the room a dumbstruck look. Kuroda shrugged and shook her head. She'd also been under the impression that the ceremony was the same day as the official reopening. “Wait a minute...did you say I'd be in school? Why would I be in school at seven in the evening?”

He sighed softly. “Seven in the morning, Mai. You and Miss Naoko will be expected to arrive at seven, tomorrow morning. The ceremony will begin at eight. Seeing as the last opening ceremony I held when I first opening the company ran until late afternoon, you two should expect to be working until six or seven.”

“Twelve hours?” Ayako shouted. “You better be paying these girls for the whole day.”

“Their contracts don't officially begin until Monday.” He answered immediately, as if this should be obvious.

“In that case, we don't officially have to show up until Monday.” Mai told him a little more harshly than she intended. She'd spent this whole time thinking she had an extra day to relax and now he's expecting her and Kuroda to pull a twelve hour shift unpaid? Absolutely not. “Best of luck setting up on your own.”

“Mai, I'm not in the mood for games.”

“Neither am I. Japan law forbids an employer from forcing an employee to work unpaid. This will also put us into overtime, so time and half is also mandatory.”

There was a long silence on Naru's end. When Mai started to wonder if he'd hung up, he finally spoke. “Very well. Don't be late.”

The phone lit up as the call was terminated. When Mai stopped glaring at his name on the screen, she looked up to find both Ayako and Kuroda looking at her in shock. Ayako shook her head. “Mai, I think you just got blood from a stone.”

“I'm a little afraid he'll take it out on me later.” Her bravado wore off. “I've had my instances of working random unpaid days in the past. At the time, I didn't really need the money, so I let it slide. Now, I'm under this stupid contract, so I'm determined to make sure he honors it. Not to mention honors Kuroda's.”

“What will I do if he gets mad at me?” Kuroda started to panic. It took several minutes for Mai and Ayako to calm her down. Getting back on track, they returned to their trivia game.

Later that evening, as they settled in for bed, a text came in from Michiru.

Message:
Keiko wants me to tell you she'll talk to you if you call her first. -Michiru.

Mai sat up. Right now? Checking the clock, she looked over at Kuroda, who'd already fallen asleep on her futon beside Mai's bed. Sighing softly, she got up and quietly left the room. When she was shut in the bathroom, she sat on the floor and hit dial.

It rang for several seconds before she answered. “Hello.”

“Keiko, hi.” Mai bit her bottom lip nervously. While the text from Michiru seemed positive, something told Mai this wouldn't end well.

“I'm at Michiru's for a sleepover. She convinced me to just tell you.”

Keiko's voice sounded guarded. Mai sucked in a breath. “Okay, so tell me. What have I done to upset you?”

“You really should already know.”

“How can I know if you won't tell me anything?”

“Seriously...” Keiko mumbled. For several seconds, Mai heard Keiko and Michiru talk in hushed whispers. Finally, Keiko put the phone back to her ear. “You should have realized I had a crush on Kazuya.”

For a painfully long minute, Mai stared blankly ahead, shocked. “H-how could I possibly have known if you kept it to yourself? Or is this yet another thing you told Michiru and refused to tell me?”

Keiko's voice went up an octave. “Seriously, Mai! You saw how I acted around him the day he came to the school. Within a week, he became all you would talk about. You latched onto him right away. Spending time with him, joining his company. By the time I got over my disbelief, it was really too late to dissuade you.”

“I'm not a mind reader, Keiko. I couldn't have known. You've always kept your feelings to yourself.” Mai swallowed the bile rising up in her throat. “And if it matters this much to you, confess. Tell him how you feel.”

“I don't like him anymore...It's been long enough of listening to you whine about your own crush, it kind of ruined him for me.”

Mai wanted to scream. How could this be placed on her shoulders? How can Keiko just expect her to know? And what of Mai's feelings? Do they not matter to Keiko at all? “Did you never even care about how badly Naru hurt me?”

“I never said I didn't care.” Mai could hear the bitterness in Keiko's voice. “Just forget it...It doesn't matter, now.”

“Of course it matters. What you think and feel matters to me, Keiko. It always has.”

“Does it? It clearly never mattered enough for you to listen to me about Kuroda.”

Mai finally lost her cool. “And when did what I think and feel matter to you, Keiko? You admitted that you found my depression inconvenient for you. You call my genuine feelings for Naru 'whining'. You make me feel like everything going on in my life is some big slight against you. And as far as Kuroda is concerned, she's my friend, too. If you can't accept that, I don't know what to tell you. I'm allowed to have a life outside of you and Michiru.”

“Wow, Mai.” Keiko sighed heavily before hanging up.

Pulling the phone from her ear, Mai stared down at it, her eyes blurring with unshed tears. Falling over onto her side, she curled in on herself and cried on the bathroom floor.

At some point in the night, Mai dragged herself back to her room and fell asleep in her bed. When her alarm woke her back up, she felt like death warmed over.

“It's time.” Kuroda sat up in her futon and stretched her arms. She smiled brightly at Mai, only for it to drop. “Rough night?”

“Yeah.” Mai swung her legs over the side of the bed and yawned.

“I thought I heard you leave the room, last night. Did something happen?”

“It's nothing. Let's get ready.” Mai got up and went to root through her closet, trying to keep her raw feelings in check. Now's not the time to have another crying fit.

Selecting a black button up and a matching pleated skirt, Mai shut herself in the bathroom to change. When she emerged, Ayako passed by her on the way to the kitchen. “You look nice.”

“Thanks.” Mai pulled up her black stockings and went to check on Kuroda. She'd also dressed, looking much like she did during the interview.

“Should I have packed a black shirt.” Kuroda paused as she saw Mai's outfit.

“No, you're fine. Let's hurry, so we have time for breakfast.”

Mai slicked her hair back into a ponytail, the shorter ends of her hair fell to frame her face. Brushing her bangs in place, she joined Ayako and Kuroda in the kitchen.

After some mild delaying, they finally piled into Ayako's car, who took them to the opening on her way to work. Mai felt her stomach tighten as she made her way up the steps. Inside, she and Kuroda headed straight for Naru's office, who gave them a list of guests expected to stop by.

Naru looked Mai over. “You have to sleep if you want to avoid looking like that.”

“I tried.” It was all Mai could do to keep the bite out of her voice.

Ignoring her strained voice, Naru returned his eyes to the papers on his desk. “Mai, Make tea. Naoko, prepare to greet the caterers.”

This set the tone for the rest of the morning. Mai's job did not deviate from tea, even when guests started to arrive. Naru kept Kuroda on door duty while he stood in the center of the room, talking to anyone that approached him, first. By mid afternoon, the guests finally started to dwindle.

Just when Naru was preparing to close up the office, the door opened to reveal Ayako, an older man behind her. The man looked to be maybe fifty, and looked like he'd gotten no more sleep than Mai.

“Naru, I have a potential client for you.” Ayako explained, walking ahead. “You should listen to him.”

“Mr Shibuya.” The man held out a hand. “My name is Hideki Patsu. Doctor Matsuzaki has told me all about you.”

Naru looked a little worn out, if you looked hard enough. He'd had to talk to more people today, than he likely does in a month. Still, he listened. “What is it, Mr Patsu?”

Mai immediately recognized the name. Rinae, her classmate that's gotten into spectrophilia, has the last name 'Patsu'. The man cleared his throat, his tired eyes searching Naru's. “I have a daughter...Rinae. She's gotten herself into some...trouble. I hoped you could help me.”

“What kind of trouble?” Naru snapped in Mai's direction, silently bringing her forward with the tea tray. Mr Patsu waved her off.

“Trouble of a personal nature. Could we discuss this officially, on the record? I may be in need of your services.”

“We don't officially open until tomorrow.” Naru explained.

“Naru, listen to him.” Ayako softly said. Mai could see Naru's posture stiffen as he was given something akin to an order from the older shrine maiden.

“Mai, set yourself up in my office with a recorder and a laptop. You'll transcribe.”

“Uh...It may be a little unsettling for the young girl to hear.” Mr Patsu seemed to blush.

“Sir, I'm a classmate of your daughter's. Perhaps I can help.” Mai grabbed her laptop from her desk. Locating a recorder, she followed Naru into his office, leaving Kuroda to wait near the door. After a moment's hesitation, Mr Patsu joined them, Ayako right behind him. Mai shared a look with Ayako. Could this be about what she thinks it's about?

Mr Patsu and Ayako took the two seats opposite Naru. Mai sat herself in a spare chair against the wall, in view, but out of the way enough to not interfere. Mr Patsu folded his hands in his lap. “If my wife knew I came, I doubt she'd be happy. She comes from an influential family and wants this kept quiet. Discretion is needed, Mr Shibuya.”

“Nothing you say will leave this room.” Naru assured him.

“My daughter has...invited something into our lives. Something paranormal, I'm afraid. It was unknown to me for quite a while, until I received word of her posting videos online. She convinced herself that she could...how do I put this delicately?”

“You can word things however you see fit, Mr Patsu.”

“She...invited a spirit into her bed.” Mr Patsu blushed. Mai could only imagine how it must be for a father to admit his daughter isn't innocent, let alone admit this. “I was so sure it was a bunch of hocus pocus. Something the kids are all trying. But...this thing, whatever it is, has left physical evidence.”

Mr Patsu looked helplessly at Ayako, who spoke for him. “Mr Patsu brought his daughter into the hospital, for a private exam, when she came to him injured. For a while, I've had a steady stream of people come in, claiming to have experienced something sexual with ghosts. Obviously, I was dubious. There was no evidence. But, Miss Rinae Patsu seems to be an exception. There's signs of forced physical intimacy.”

“And you're certain this wasn't done by a person?” Naru asked.

“I have cameras all over my home and property. There was no person. There was, however, something else caught on film. I brought this.”

Reaching into his blazer pocket, Mr Patsu handed over a flash drive. Naru plugged it into his computer. Everyone gathered around him to watch the film, including Mai. It was a cut of several cameras. Each spotted a brief flash of something dark drifting through the air, through the closed front door, up the stairs and into a door on the second floor.

Mai shivered. Naru took a copy of the footage and returned the flash drive to Mr Patsu. “If it's able to be caught so clearly on film, I'm certain what you're seeing isn't a spirit.”

“There's no way that was a person.” Ayako defended. “We've caught flickers of specters on film, before.”

“Nothing this concrete.” Naru shut off his computer.

“Please, Mr Shibuya. My daughter just turned eighteen. She's so young and in desperate need of your help. I can't stand to think this creature may come back.”

So quickly, Mai doubted she saw it, Naru glanced at Mai. “I'm sorry. Without further proof, we can't help you.”

“Money is no object.” Mr Patsu sat his checkbook on the desk. “Name your price.”

“It's not about money.” Naru was firm.

“Naru, we can't just abandon his family. We've taken cases with less proof.”

Naru stood, prompting everyone else to do the same. “I'm sorry, Mr Patsu.”

Looking hopeless, the older man hung his head. He left shortly after. As soon as he was gone, Ayako started in on Naru. “How could you be so cold? He needs help! This is a classmate of Mai's! What if it were her? Would you turn it down, then?”

Naru leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “It's exactly because it could be someone else that I'm turning this case down. I don't know if this is a spirit or some prowler, using some kind of electronic device to manipulate the footage. Either way, it would be foolish to bring everyone in on a case where people are being actively hurt.”

Mai and Ayako gawked. Naru turning down a case for safety reasons? Since when? “That's never stopped you, before.”

“We all have our limits, Matsuzaki. Mai, file away the transcript.”

“Er, sure.” Mai stood and returned to the main room. Kuroda looked very curious.

“Can I know?”

“I'm not certain. If we end up taking the case, you'll have to know.” Checking the clock, Mai started walking Kuroda to the door. “It's time for evening service at your church, right? Don't be late, or your father will ask questions.”

“Right.” Looking loathe to leave, Kuroda gathered her bag. “I'll see you tomorrow, for our first official day.”

Waving goodbye, Mai shut the door behind Kuroda. Naru and Ayako emerged from Naru's office, still arguing. “If it's a matter of safety, leave that to me. I can make all the charms we need. With us working together, it shouldn't be out of our capabilities.”

“We have a new member on our team. Taking such a dangerous case right away would be foolish.” Naru explained.

“I'll take responsibility for Kuroda, Naru.” Mai offered.

“You can hardly protect yourself. If anything, Kuroda would fall under Matsuzaki's protection.”

“And I accept.” Ayako sighed. “I have to return to work. Just...think about it?”

Naru didn't budge. “There's nothing to think about.”

Ayako groaned. “You're so frustrating.”

Mai saw Ayako to the door, next. Turning on Naru, she crossed her arms. “Why is this case so different from our other dangerous ones? Why won't you help the Patsu family?”

“I don't have to explain myself to you.”

“You don't have to, no. But, I wish you would.”

Naru's jaw tightened as he stared her down. “What precisely are we to do if you get injured.”

Mai paused, surprised all over again. “Is that your main complaint? That I might get injured?”

“Or Naoko, or Matsuzaki.” Naru was quick to nip that notion in the bud. “The point is, I can't, in good conscience, take on a case if I can't ensure the safety of all the team members. You should understand that.”

“I do.” Mai felt herself begin to pout. Checking her expression, she sighed. “Very well. Just so you know, this is becoming a huge trend. And if Rinae Patsu was actually physically injured, that means it's escalating.”

Opening her laptop, Mai opened up Spectrophiliacs Anonymous and showed it to Naru. He looked it over. “Is this what you do in your free time?”

Mai blushed. “Just...think about it.”

Mai stuck around long enough to clean dishes. When everything was done, she saw herself out and went to catch a bus. On the way back to Ayako's apartment, she thought about poor Rinae Patsu and what she must be going through.

Mai should have guessed that this would happen, ever since the sleepover at Eri's. Something dark and cast in shadows came after Rin after inviting it. She should have known better and stopped it.

Before Mai could spend too much time beating herself up, a call came through from Keiko. Her heart lurching, she answered it.

“Hello? Keiko?”

Mai's eyes widened as she realized Keiko was sobbing. “I'm sorry. I didn't know who else to call. It's Michiru. She's in the hospital.”

Taking two buses, Mai headed straight for Matsuzaki Medical. Stopping in the lobby, she met up with Keiko, the latter a crying mess. Mai hugged her.

“It was so stupid! We shouldn't have done it!”

Mai felt a cold chill wrap around her. “What happened?”

“After we got off the phone with you last night, we were both sad. We got online and started researching that trend. We decided to try it.”

Mai buried her face in Keiko's shoulder. “You didn't...”

“I don't know what happened. Next thing either of us knew, it was coming after Michiru.”

Mai pulled back enough to look at Keiko. “How is she?”

“Her parents won't let me back to see her. They don't believe it was a spirit. They think we invited a boy over.” Keiko's eyes were wide with panic. “Mai...I saw it. I saw it attack her.”

Mai pulled her back into a hug. “It's going to be okay. I need to make a phone call. Ayako will help Michiru.”

Stepping out of Keiko's hold, Mai called Ayako, who rushed to meet them in the lobby. Mai explained. “...Now, her parents are keeping Keiko away. I was hoping you could check on her.”

“Of course. I'll try to get her parents to let you visit.” Ayako hugged Mai and ran for the nearest elevator. Before Mai could go back to comforting Keiko, her phone rang.

She answered it. He didn't waste a second. “You left your laptop at the office.”

“Naru, now's not a good time. My friend is...” Mai trailed off. “Actually, I need to talk to you.”

“Can this wait?”

“Couldn't telling me about my laptop have waited?” She pointed out. When he didn't immediately argue, she continued. “I want you to take a case. If not for Mr Patsu, then for me. There's been another victim.”

His voice became tight. “Not you, is it?”

“No.” Mai sighed. “My friend, Michiru. Naru, I know you're thinking about the safety of the team and I respect that. But, this is becoming an epidemic. Two confirmed cases of bodily injury and that's only the ones we know of. Pretty soon, those numbers are going to rise. This trend is too dangerous to be left alone. I am begging you. Please...take the case.”

A long pause followed. Finally, Naru spoke. “I'll call Mr Patsu.”

He hung up. Breathing a sigh of relief, Mai went to sit in the lobby's waiting area with Keiko.

“I think Naru will take the case.”

Keiko looked hopeful. “You think so? Oh, Mai...I'm so sorry we fought. Can you forgive me for not believing you?”

Mai smiled, not quite letting it reach her eyes. This is quite a change from Keiko's normal mindset. Now that she's experienced a paranormal encounter first-hand, she's more than ready to believe. Nothing about Mai or what she's said played a part. As much as she wants to forgive Keiko and go back to normal, she can't forget this.

“Everything is going to be alright.” Mai murmured. “Let's wait and see if Ayako can get us back to see Michiru.”

Keiko nodded, her eyes still watery. After several tense minutes, Mai received a text.

Message:
You both can go back and see her. I've convinced her parents. -Ayako

Mai got up. “Come on. We can see her.”

Keiko looked ready to burst into tears all over again. Following Mai to the elevator, they headed up to the second floor and straight to the trauma ward. There, they found Michiru in one of the first rooms. She looked positively sickly as she laid in bed, a tense expression on her face from the pain. She looked up at her friends.

“I don't want to talk about it.” Michiru whispered weakly.

“You don't have to.” Mai carefully took her hand. When Michiru didn't immediately pull away, she gave it a gentle squeeze. “I'm so sorry, Michiru. Can I get you anything?”

Michiru shook her head. “My parents are talking about sending me away.”

“Why?” Keiko blurted out. Her loud tone startled Michiru.

“They think I invited a boy into the house. They won't believe me.”

“We believe you.” Mai reassured her. “And you're not the only one. It's reached a point where SPR has agreed to take the case. We're going to figure this out.”

Michiru shut her eyes. “I need to sleep. Will you...stay here while I sleep. I don't want to be alone.”

“Of course.” Mai sat in a nearby chair while Keiko took one on the other side of the room. “We'll stay as long as your parents let us. Where are they?”

“Getting coffee.” Michiru settled in for sleep. When, at last, she drifted off, her parents returned.

Her mother stormed in. “Okay, you've seen her. Now, get out.”

“We're just worried about her.” Mai stood up.

“It's because of you that she's taken to lying about ghosts. You're a terrible influence on her.”

Mai flinched. “She's not lying.”

“Just get out.” Her mother circled around Mai and took the chair she vacated. Hurt, Mai left, Keiko trailing behind her.

In the hall, near a row of vending machines, they paused to talk. Keiko sniffed. “What if they really do send away Michiru?”

“We have to hope they don't.” Mai felt her face grow hot as she tried not to cry, again.

Checking her watch, Keiko sighed. “I was supposed to be home by now. Mom's gonna flip.”

“Want me to walk you to the bus stop?”

“No, I'll be fine. I think I just need some time to think. I'm just so overwhelmed.”

Hugging Mai, Keiko took an elevator down to the ground floor. Mai stayed in the hall a little longer, partially hopeful Michiru's parents would leave, so she could check on her. When ten minutes passed and they didn't, she started heading for the elevator, only to run into Ayako.

“There you are.” Ayako pulled her into a hug. “You okay?”

Mai nodded. “I'm just...I can't believe all this is happening. And to one of my best friends, no less.”

“Come on.” Ayako put an arm around her shoulders. “I'm about to get off work. We'll grab dinner and watch a movie. Try to help take your mind off things.”

“Naru is going to take the case.” Mai told her.

Ayako paused, looking like she'd seen a ghost. “Is that wise? If these spirits—or whatever they are—have reached the point of causing physical energy, I question whether we should get involved.”

“If not us, who? These people are meddling in something they know nothing about and paying a price. Michiru has paid that price. I can't just sit back and watch her suffer. I want to help.”

Ayako sighed, a smile forming. “I admire you, you know that?”

“What for?” Mai joined Ayako in the elevator and headed down.

“You're so mature for your age. You see problems and actively want to fix them. You see suffering and want to step in. Most kids your age are more concerned with themselves than others.”

“There might have been a time when I was that way, too.” Mai looked absently at the mirrored back wall. In her haste to get to the hospital, her hair had become a mess. She pulled it out of its ponytail. “But, then my mom died. I guess I've had to grow up pretty quickly.”

“I understand that. What I'm talking about is your selflessness. This case...it could be dangerous. Still, you're ready to fight.”

The elevator opened and they headed for Ayako's car. On the way home, they picked up food and brought it back to the apartment. Mai was presently surprised to see John waiting for them out front.

Mai smiled at Ayako. “I was wondering why you picked up extra food.”

“I thought you could use your friends near. Monk is heading back into town, too. He'll be by later tonight.”

Grinning, Mai hopped out of the car and went to give John a hug. He hugged her back tightly, nearly knocking the wind out of her. Pulling back, he studied her face. Mai frowned. “What is it?”

“Naru called to offer me a position on the next case.”

Mai looked up at him sheepishly. “And he told you what it's about.”

“Yes. I'm not certain I support us taking it.”

“Come on, let's get inside.” Ayako swept them upstairs. Setting their food on the table, she went to make tea while Mai settled on the couch with John.

“Not you, too.” Mai sighed. “Naru and Ayako both are cautious.”

“For good reason. This spirit is apparently capable of causing physical injury. That's nothing to sneer at.”

“Of course, not.” Mai frowned. “I'm not asking for this case because I think it will be easy. I'm asking because no one else knows what needs to be done. There are a lot of people at risk.”

“And you're one of them.” John took Mai's hand.

Mai smiled. “Don't worry about me. I'll be safe. I'll take every precaution and wear whatever charm Ayako hands me.”

“I'll wrap them around you like lights on a Christmas tree.” Ayako joked. Or at least Mai thinks she's joking.

“Just in case, promise me something.” John asked her. “Stay by me while on the case. If anything happens, it'll be easier to look after you if I don't also have to look for you.”

Mai nodded, already distracted by her food. “I will, I promise. Same goes for you. This spirit could attack anyone. I want to know you're also safe.”

He smiled. “It's a deal.”

Everyone got to eating after that. An hour later, Monk showed up. He swooped in and scooped Mai up, hugging her like a doll. “I've missed you.”

“You've only be out of town a few days.” Mai huffed, trying to catch her breath. “Please put me down.”

“Oops, sorry.” He placed her on her feet. “Now, what's this I'm hearing about a case? Naru emailed me. I never got around to reading the whole thing.”

Sitting around the coffee table, everyone clued Monk in on the particulars. His face reddened with anger. “And Naru just took it without considering the dangers? What if someone gets hurt!”

“That's my worry, too.” Ayako frowned. “Naru is normally more careful.”

“Well, he may have agreed because I asked him to.” Mai scratched her cheek nervously.

Everyone stared. Ayako spoke. “And Naru just...agreed? Because you asked him to?”

Mai shrugged. “I'm as surprised as you.”

Monk snuck a bite of Ayako's leftover dinner while she was distracted. Taking her hit to the shoulder, he returned to his own meal. “Well, I guess we've determined that hell's frozen over.”

John offered Mai a bun from the dessert box. “I am sorry to hear about your friend. Is she doing any better?”

“I don't know. Her parents won't let us see her, anymore. They're talking about sending her away.”

“Why?” Ayako asked.

“They're convinced she had a boy in the room. They blame Keiko for being there when it happened and they blame me for putting the idea it was spirits into Michiru's head.”

“Does this Mr Patsu at least believe his daughter's claim of spirits.”

“He does. It was caught on film.”

Monk gaped. “A ghost was actually caught on film?”

“Some dark shadow moving into his daughter's room. It's grainy footage, but it's clearly not a person.”

“How powerful must this spirit be if it can cause harm and be caught on film?” Monk whistled.

“Does it remind anyone of the labyrinth case?” Ayako shivered. “That one still gives me nightmares.”

That caused the conversation to shift to past cases and ways they may or may not be similar to the upcoming one. Later that night, after Monk had left and Ayako had gone to bed, Mai saw John to the door. His eyes were still full of worry. “Whatever this case entails, please be careful.”

“I will. Please, relax. Everything will be alright.” Mai hugged him.

He hugged her back tightly, keeping hold of her for longer than usual. When he finally let go, he looked a little flushed. “Goodnight, Mai.”

“Night. Drive safe.” Mai shut the door behind him.

Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Chapter Text

Chapter Six

The entire SPR team arrived at the home of Hideki Patsu and his family a little after ten in the morning. While Naru shook hands with Mr Patsu and his wife, Kuroda, John, Ayako, Monk and Mai unloaded the van. Unlike past cases, Mai made sure to call in the others from the start, saving her from an entire morning of lifting heavy boxes. Naru had put his foot down about waiting a day to bring in Kuroda.

Carrying everything into the large house's foyer, they sat everything down in a room just beside the door, containing a sofa, a desk with two rolling chairs and a wooden table and chairs in the center.

“This is typically a sitting room. We've cleaned it out of everything but what you mentioned might be needed. Will this work for you?” Mr Patsu asked.

“It's suitable.” Naru simply replied.

Glaring at his inconsiderate back, Mai spoke. “Thank you, Mr Patsu. This is perfect.”

“When I told my daughter you would be part of the investigative team, she seemed surprised.”

“Rinae and I run in different circles. I'm surprised she even remembers my name.”

“I'll send her down to say hi after you've set up. I suppose you'll be wanting to interview her.”

“Yes, that will be necessary.” Naru took the heavy box from Mai's hands. “Don't drop this.”

Mai had to resist the urge to sigh. He really hasn't changed.

“It may take us a while to set up.” Ayako explained.

Getting the hint, Mr Patsu stopped hovering in the door and excused himself. With him out of the way, the others were able to finish carrying in the equipment. Opening a door on the other side of the room, Mai found a private bathroom for their use. Shutting it, she returned to work. Within the hour, they had the whole room set up.

Mai had to smile at the sight. After so long, she's finally able to go on cases, again. Just looking at the room, equipped for ghost hunting, has her feeling sentimental.

“Mai, check the van for the emf readers. I don't see them.”

Doing as she was told, Mai opened the van and found a spare box, shoved in the back. She dragged it to her and was about to lift it when John circled round the van.

“Hey.” She smiled. “Just like old times, huh?”

“Exactly.” He returned the smile. “While I have you here, this is for you.”

Reaching into his pocket, he lifted out a little gold necklace with a circular pendant, a flower carved into it. As it turned, Mai saw the back of the pendant had a symbol also carved.

“Pretty.” Mai took it. “What is it?”

“It's a sigil. It should banish anything that tries to get too close.” Hiss smile lessened.

“Like Ayako's charms?”

“I hope it's even more effective than that.” He explained, looking a little sheepish. “After I found out about the case, I carved it myself and blessed it three times.”

Mai smiled, getting a little emotional. “You didn't have to go to all that trouble, John.”

“I did.” Taking the pendant, he unhooked it. Holding up her ponytail, Mai let him put it on her, flower side facing up, the sigil resting against her chest. “This case is going to be risky. I want to know you're safe. We all do.”

Mai beamed at him. “Well, for what it's worth, I feel safe.”

Picking up the box of emf readers, Mai headed back to the house with John. Upon entering the room, Naru looked up. “What kept you?”

“Relax, Naru. Let the girl take her time.” Ayako scolded him. She took the box from Mai and placed it unceremoniously onto Naru's lap.

Glancing over at Naru, Mai found him giving her a hard stare. For the briefest moment, his eyes flickered to the pendant. She touched it self-consciously. After a tense moment, he got up and placed the box of emf readers on the makeshift shelf Monk had set up.

“We've been given permission to set up cameras in every room except the master bedroom. I suggest you get to it.”

Mai tried her best not to glare. Accepting a stack of tripods, she, Ayako, Monk and John got right to work, leaving Naru and Lin in the room alone.

When they were a safe distance away from the room, Ayako stuck her tongue out. “He's such a sour puss. What's his problem?”

“Naru being Naru. What else is new?” Monk shrugged.

Setting up a specialized camera in the spacious living area, Mai checked that it was reading both regular feed and thermal before heading into the kitchen with the next. Setting one up in there, as well as in the upstairs hallway, Mai was about to head back down when the sound of shouting caught her ear. The others continued downstairs, leaving her behind.

Mai stared at a set of double doors, the voices coming from within. “I don't want them here! If we allow this to continue, we might as well announce to the public what happened to our daughter!”

“These people are going to help us. We have to let them try, before this thing comes back for Rinae.”

“I can't be here while this happens!”

“Then we'll stay at the summer cottage. Let them interview us, then we'll go.”

Footsteps approached the door. Stiffening, Mai hurried down the stairs and into the room with everyone else.

“You still have a camera.” Naru practically scolded.

“We need her permission to set it up in Rinae's room.” Mai explained.

“You have it.” A soft voice said from the doorway. Spinning around, Mai put a hand over her heart.

“Oh, hi. You're Rinae, right?”

She nodded, her dark brows furrowed to show irritation. “Yeah. You're Mai. We have gym, together.”

“Right...”

“My dad wants me to tell you what happened. Let's just get this over with.” Letting herself into the room, Rinae plopped herself into a chair at the table. Naru took the one opposite her. Mai sat down and started a voice recorder before opening her laptop, ready to transcribe.

“When did you first try to contact the spirit?” Naru dove right in.

Avoiding his gaze, Rinae chewed on her nail. “Few weeks ago. It took days before anything happened, so I kept trying. It was probably about a week after I started trying that the spirit showed up.”

“At which point, it attacked you?”

Rinae started to smirk. “Attack? It wasn't an attack. I enjoyed it. I did, at least. Then, it got real.”

“Real?” Naru wasn't phased by Rinae's shift in attitude.

“You know what I mean.” She seemed to get embarrassed. “It wasn't just sensations. It felt like a real person.”

“At which point, you went to the hospital?”

“My dad made me.” Rinae went back to looking frustrated. “I got a little freaked out, I admit. I told my mom what happened and my dad checked the cameras, convinced someone broke in. When he saw the spirit on video, it was his turn to freak out.”

“How many times did you have contact with the spirit?”

“Five times. The first four were just sensations. The final time was as real as it gets.”

Naru paused a moment. “Was the spirit violent at any point?”

“Define violent.” She pursed her lips. “Look, I'm not some innocent flower, like my dad seems to think. I've been with guys. I just didn't expect it to get so real with a ghost, of all things.”

Mai blushed a little. She's learning far more about someone else's sex life than she thought she would on an official investigation. Naru continued the interview.

“Can you describe the key differences between these 'sensations' and what you describe as 'real'?”

“Naru, don't make her describe it!” Ayako admonished him. “Seriously!”

Rinae smirked again. “Why? You really want to know what turns me on?”

Mai's eyes widened. Is she coming on to Naru? Naru didn't even bat an eye. “We'll conclude the interview for now. I'd like to interview Mrs Patsu.”

“Better get my account of things. Mom and dad are about to take off for their summer house.” Rinae stood. “I'll stick around so I can go to school.”

“Do we have your permission to set up a camera in your room?” Mai asked her before she could get too far.

“Sure. Just don't be surprised by what you might see.” Rinae directed that comment at Naru. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she sauntered out of the room.

Ayako hurried over to shut the door. When they were finally alone, she looked perplexed. “Can you believe that girl? That is not what I was expecting.”

“You don't think she'd invite it back, do you?” Monk made a face. “I really don't want to have to witness that, through a camera or otherwise.”

“If she does invite it back, we'll have to be quick if we want to stop it.” Naru stood and returned to the monitors with Lin. “Go ahead and set up the last camera.”

Still feeling a little awkward, Mai carried the camera and tripod up to Rinae's room. The door had been left open, Rinae nowhere to be seen. Choosing a corner that should keep it out of the way, Mai activated it and started heading downstairs, only to nearly be knocked down by a rushing woman with dark hair. Mr Patsu hurried after her, two suitcases in hand.

“I'm sorry, Miss Taniyama. My wife is in a rush.” Mr Patsu explained. Mai didn't even have a chance to respond before they were down the stairs and rushing out the door.

Mai had to wonder at parents that would leave their teenage daughter to fend for herself during such a trying time. Wouldn't they want to look after her? And this Mrs Patsu's worry about appearances comes across as a little more than tone deaf.

Mai took her time returning to base. When she did, she was met by Ayako in the hall. “We've been given free reign of the house. The three guest rooms are ours for sleeping. The kitchen is stocked. We can cook for ourselves.”

“It's nearly noon. I'll help.” Mai headed for the kitchen with Ayako.

“Unfortunately, it's looking like his school schedule will keep Yasu from joining us.”

“Aw.” Mai frowned. “Poor Yasu. He must be devastated, having to miss out on our first case since reopening.”

“Oh, just a heads up, Masako should be here by tomorrow.” Ayako warned her. “So, that should be fun.”

Mai groaned. “And here I was hoping we'd get one case without her.”

Setting to work on lunch, the two chatted while they worked. For the rest of the day, the group waited around the house, most of them bored. The cameras picked up nothing. At half past nine in the evening, Naru assigned partners.

“Takigawa and Father Brown, Matsuzaki and Lin. Mai, you'll be working with me.”

Mai raised a brow. Weird pairings. It's almost as if he's intentionally keeping apart the usual pairings. More so, instead of working with Lin, he's paired himself with her. What's he up to? “What's with the pairings.”

“In the past, the partners you usually picked weren't conducive to work. This time, I'll be picking. Stick to your partners, people. When your turn comes to watch the monitors, don't shirk.”

Mai resisted the urge to stick her tongue out. Plopping onto the couch, she got to work organizing the case file on her laptop. John sat beside her.

“It's been rather quiet.” John mused.

“I get the feeling this spirit won't come unless it's called.” Mai shrugged.

“That seems likely.” Naru interjected himself into their quiet conversation. “Should tonight pass without incident, I'm considering expanding our efforts. It may potentially be necessary to investigate at one of the local schools.”

“How will we manage that?” Monk asked. “We can't just show up and get to work. We have to be invited.”

“Mr Patsu and his wife have influence in the local school district. He's mentioned speaking to the principal of Mai's school.”

Mai paled. “You mean, actually investigate my classmates?”

“The trend has already taken hold amongst your peers. It wouldn't be too difficult to find students willing to speak up, especially if we create an environment that gives them privacy.”

“That's a pretty good idea.” Ayako agreed. “There may be some who are afraid to say anything for fear of punishment from their parents or community. Promising that nothing they say will get back to the wrong people may get more to step forward.”

“I doubt Michiru will want to speak up. She's been missing school since it happened.”

“Are her parents still talking about sending her away?” John asked sympathetically.

“I don't know. I'm still not allowed to speak to her.” Mai shut her laptop, her mood tanking. “It's devastating that her parents might tear her away from her friends. It almost feels like they're punishing her for what happened.”

“Most people just don't understand the concept of a genuine haunting.” Monk sat on Mai's other side and put an arm around her. “They'd rather find some other explanation.”

“Admittedly, this is a far cry from our past hauntings. This feels...I can't describe it.” Mai nervously bit her lip.

Naru butted into the conversation, again. “It's getting late. Those not on monitor duty should think about getting some rest.”

Ayako yawned. “I'll take a nap. Having to go straight from a shift at the hospital to this has been brutal.”

Naru and Lin vacated the chairs in front of the monitor, freeing them up for Monk and John to take their shift. On their way out the door, Naru paused. “Mai, take a nap.”

She bristled at his commanding tone. “Why?”

“You can't very well have a vision while sitting there.”

“My dreams won't be of much help, Naru. I told you that.” Mai looked away, sadness creeping in. This is the first case they've taken where Gene isn't available to act as her spirit guide.

“There is a possibility my brother will come to you now that you're on a case. You should still try.”

Mai sighed and stood up, sitting her laptop on the table. “I'll try.”

She reluctantly followed Naru out of the room and up the stairs. He paused outside a room near Rinae's. “This room is yours and Matsuzaki's.”

Mai quickly shut herself in the room. She found Ayako preparing for bed. Rooting through her luggage, Ayako handed Mai a charm hanging from a leather cord. “Wear this at all times.”

Mai touched the pendant on her neck before adding the charm. “Now, this really feels like old times.”

Ayako noticed Mai fiddling with the pendant. “That's pretty. Where'd you get it?”

“It's from John.” Mai sat on the other side of the double bed. When she looked up at Ayako, she found the older shrine maiden grinning.

“A present? How cute!”

“Not like that!” Mai blushed. “It's a charm, just like yours.”

“It's rather flashy for a simple charm.” Ayako tried to get her expression under control.

“He's just being considerate, Ayako. Please don't misunderstand.”

“Of course. John's just being nice, giving you jewelry.”

Mai glared. “For goodness sake, Ayako, he's a priest! It's not a romantic gift. It can't be!”

“Of course.” Ayako rolled her eyes. “It's not like you two are around the same age and spend a lot of your spare time together. And you don't know that John's the type of priest to avoid relationships. You're just assuming based on what you've seen in movies.”

Mai pouted. “I'm pretty sure he's the serious type, forbidden from romantic relationships...and even if he wasn't, be serious. He's not making some kind of statement with the necklace.”

“Okay, okay. I'll drop it.” Climbing into bed, Ayako rolled over, yawning. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Mai got into bed, her mind too active for sleep. Leave it to Ayako to make the gift weird. Maybe, she shouldn't have accepted it...

“Your thoughts are loud, aren't they?” Ayako asked. “I can feel you practically vibrating with energy.”

“It's barely ten o'clock. I can't just fall asleep because Naru wants me to.”

“Try meditating. You're keeping me awake.” Ayako yawned again.

Sighing, Mai shut her eyes and tried clearing her mind. When that didn't work, she switched to counting backwards from a thousand. Somewhere around six hundred, she finally drifted off.

Mai opened her eyes to darkness. As she walked forward, she found herself in the vague outline of the Patsu house. She could see a series of orbs begin to light up, representing the members of her team. Leaving Ayako's orb to float above the bed, she left the room and paused outside Rinae's room. A pinkish orb glowed from within the closed door.

Mai could hear whispering, but couldn't make out what was being said. A chill traveled down her spine as she caught a few words.

'Spirit, enter here'.

Mai tried to bang on the door. “Rinae, no! Don't do this! It's dangerous!”

The whispering continued unchecked. Worse, some dark orb was forming in the room with her. Panicking, Mai hurried down the stairs and towards the base, containing an orb for Monk and one for John. She waved her arms at them, shouting their names. Neither so much as flickered.

Mai left the base and ran back upstairs, looking for Naru. Opening a door, she found two more orbs. One glowing purple and one glowing blue. Approaching the blue light, she shouted his name. The orb raised off the bed and floated towards her before stopping. She imagined Naru standing beside the bed, staring into nothing.

Reaching for the orb, Mai touched it. A blinding flash went off. Next thing Mai knew, she was waking up.

Bolting up in bed, she shouted. “Naru, stop her!”

Ayako startled awake. “Mai, what is it?”

Scrambling out of bed, Mai threw open the door just as Naru and Lin ran past it, straight for Rinae's door. Naru opened it and Lin ran ahead. He whistled, summoning his shiki. The spirits darted into the room just as Mai reached Naru's side, flickering above Rinae in her bed. Rinae laid there, eyes wide, clearly terrified. A dark shadow sank off the bed and hurried away, disappearing before it reached the door. Lin's shiki vanished.

Rinae sat up, looking both afraid and embarrassed. “Why did you scare it away!”

“You invited it back?” Mai gasped.

Crossing her arms, Rinae avoided everyone's gaze. “Just get out.”

Sharing a look, Naru and Lin backed out of Rinae's room. Mai did the same, disbelieving that Rinae could actually be this foolish. Shutting the door, she sighed.

“What, now. She isn't taking this seriously.”

Naru glared at the floor. “Clearly, not.”

“Go away!” Rinae yelled through the door, encouraging them to back further away, until they were standing near the stairs.

Ayako left the guest room in a robe. “I take it nap time's over.”

Naru lifted the sleeve of his shirt to check his watch. “For Mai and I, yes. It's time for our shift.”

Mai sighed. As everyone dispersed and heading their separate ways, Mai followed Naru downstairs. Mai walked ahead, meeting John and Monk in the base.

“Did either of you pick up anything?”

“Yeah, what was that?” Gestured to the monitor. “It started off faint. You could barely see the shadow. As Rinae chanted, it became clearer. As if her words were giving it a window into the physical plane.”

“Are we going to be able to work on a case where our client is continuously welcoming the spirit into her home?” John asked.

“Rinae isn't the client.” Naru crossed his arms. “If her father and mother weren't so determined to avoid the reality of their daughter's predicament, maybe things would run smoother. As it is, we're dealing with a girl that thinks this is all some joke.”

Monk and John vacated the chairs as Naru approached them. Taking his seat, Naru looked over the earlier footage, his brows furrowed, as if staring at what he's already seen will give him the answers he's looking for.

“Well, good luck. I'm gonna get some shut eye.” Monk stretched his arms before ruffling Mai's hair. Smiling tiredly at him, Mai pulled her hair out of the ponytail and let it cascade over her shoulders. Shutting the door behind Monk and John, she took the seat by Naru.

“Perhaps, if we talked to her—.” Mai began.

“If you think you can get her to listen, be my guest.” He interrupted.

Mai sighed and started playing with a piece of her hair. She could see Naru staring at her out of the corner of her eye. “What is it?”

He looked away. “The length of your hair may get in the way during cases.”

“It's no longer than Ayako's.” Mai frowned.

“Matsuzaki doesn't put herself in dangerous situations nearly as often as you do.”

Mai ignored that comment. “I'm not cutting my hair, if that's what you're getting at.”

“When something grabs hold of it and yanks you off your feet, don't come crying to me.” Naru stared at the empty tea cups Monk and John left on the table. “Tea.”

Mai sighed, figuring he'd eventually start in. Taking the cups, she put them on a tray and carried them out of the base and into the kitchen. Cleaning them, she was in the process of boiling water in a tea kettle when she got a text.

Message:
How is everything going? Have you finished setting up. What time should I arrive. Mr Shibuya just said 'morning'. -Kuroda

Smiling, Mai responded, giving her a time. Looking out the window over the sink, she tapped her fingers on the counter, trying to ignore the slight unsettled feeling creeping in. This is the first time she's been alone since arriving. And it's night...in this big, quiet house.

Her phone buzzed again.

Message:
Seen any activity? -Kuroda

Message:
More than I wanted to so early on. We may have difficulties reigning Rinae in. She isn't scared of the spirit. She's egging it on. She knew there was a camera set up in her room and she still tried inviting it back. -Mai

Message:
She didn't! -Kuroda

Message:
Afraid so. I'll fill you in on everything when you get here. You should get some sleep while you can. Goodnight. -Mai

Pocketing her phone, Mai grabbed the steaming kettle and prepared a pot of tea. Returning to base, she found Naru rewatching the clip of Rinae. Mai sat his cup on the table in front of him.

“Why do you keep watching it?” Mai sat beside him with her own cup.

Pulling off his headphones, Naru put them on Mai and replayed the clip. “Listen. She says something just as the shadow fully forms.”

Mai listened carefully, Rinae's words garbled. Shutting her eyes, she focused. “'That's what you look like?'”

Naru took the headphones back. He listened again before nodding. “That's what she said. We'll need to question what she meant as soon as she wakes up.”

“I doubt she'll want to speak to us after we interrupted.” Mai sipped her tea.

“She'll have to cooperate or we'll get nowhere.”

“There must be others. You said so yourself. The sooner we find them, the better.”

“Don't get ahead of yourself.” Naru finally turned his attention to his own tea.

Mai glared. “It was just a statement. And it's true. We'll get farther with other witnesses.”

“True or not, we have what is likely days before we're allowed to interview students. That's assuming we're even allowed to without some sort of school authority present. Such an obstacle will likely lead to no one wanting to talk. At present, we have to work with what we have. I realize it's been a long while since you've been on a case but I thought you would at least remember how protocol works.”

Mai nearly slammed her tea cup back on the table. “What is your problem? I make one broad statement and you act like I'm dismantling the entire system of how we work these cases. I get that you've likely got a lot on your mind and you're frustrated with how things are progressing but don't take it out on me.”

“Watch it, Mai.” Naru glared back at her. “I've made a lot of concessions for you this time around. Don't push it.”

“What concessions? A living wage? A little extra help with the mountain of tasks you give me? I haven't begun to ask for anything truly unreasonable. Unless treating me like a human being is so outlandish to you.”

Wheeling his chair towards her, Naru crossed his arms. “Clearly, this will have to be aired out if I want to get any work done. Let's begin. You're angry about more than my tone.”

Mai leaned as far back as her chair would allow. Her mind warred between righteous anger and embarrassment. He doesn't usually give her space to talk about things. Her lips fluttered as she tried to get words out. Damn it...If he would just stop looking at her with those eyes.

“Or, I'll speak.” Naru continued. “You're angry about last year. You're furious with me for leaving and you want an apology. You want to see some genuine remorse for what you must have went through. You likely equate it to a break up in your mind. It's likely one of the primary reasons you agreed to work for SPR, again. The hopes that, after all this time, I might actually say that I'm sorry.”

Mai nearly flinched. His sarcastic tone, paired with his piercing words, was wounding. He'd hit the nail on the head. No, he destroyed the nail, along with the rest of Mai's composure. Standing up abruptly, she turned around and hurried for the door. She didn't get far before he grabbed her wrist.

Mai grit her teeth, tears forming. “Let me go!”

He held firm. Standing with her, he pulled her back to his side. She avoided looking at him, afraid the tears would fall. Her eyes widened as she felt him wrap an arm around her. He pulled her in for a hug. Her breath hitched, the tears finally spilling over. Pulling away he let go of her wrist and immediately returned to his chair.

Mai took in a small breath, her head starting to swim from lack of oxygen. Taking in another, she exhaled heavily and wiped her tears against her sleeve. Naru...actually hugged her. It certainly wasn't an apology, but it was the next best thing coming from him. Biting her lip, she shyly returned to her seat and stared straight ahead at the monitor.

When Naru finally spoke, it startled her. She really expected him to remain silent after that. “I had valid reasons for returning to England...but, not for staying.”

“Are you apologizing?” Mai managed to say.

“No.” He smirked. “But, you can interpret it as one if it comforts you.”

Mai smiled. That was an apology. She briefly contemplated making a show of forgiving him, but didn't want to spoil the moment. Looking back at the monitors, she mentally chewed on the thought of admitting something to him. Something that should have been said last year. Would it make him mad? Probably. Is it stupid to say? Absolutely.

“It's you, by the way.” She took another sip of tea.

She could see his brow raise out of the corner of her eye. “Me?”

“You asked me...if it's you that I loved or Gene.” Mai swallowed heavily, already regretting saying anything. “It was you. Prickly personality and all.”

For a tense minute, he said nothing. When he finally spoke, his voice held humor. “I notice you're speaking in past tense.”

Mai nodded, keeping her expression in check. “A year's a long time.”

It hurt to say it. But, it needed to be said. If she has any hope of reaching a point where she can work beside him without incident or emotional meltdown, she has to put this in the past.

“I see.”

Things really were quiet after that. He didn't even speak to request more tea. When four in the morning hit, Ayako and Lin returned to the base to take their shift. Mai stood, worn out. Naru didn't even glance at her as he left the base.

“Everything alright?” Ayako asked softly.

Mai nodded. “Yeah. Just the usual.”

Mai hated lying to Ayako, but talking about her feelings would likely end up derailing the investigation. It will have to wait until after the case is solved. Heading upstairs, she fell into bed and passed out, too exhausted to dream.

Mai got up earlier than she wanted to in order to meet Kuroda as she arrived. Rushing her inside, Mai took the time Naru remained sequestered in his room to update her and prepare her for the most trying task of all...meeting Masako.

“...and that's pretty much it. Masako will be here this afternoon. She'll spend most her time either confirming or denying the presence of spirits and the rest of her time hitting on Naru. She doesn't take input from others and will probably take verbal hits at your intelligence if you say anything.”

“She sounds insufferable.” Kuroda blurted out before blushing. “I am so sorry! I shouldn't speak ill of my team members.”

Monk, who'd just entered the room with a tray of coffee, laughed loud enough to startle Kuroda. “Don't apologize. She is insufferable.”

“But, I shouldn't say it.” Kuroda bowed her head in apology.

“Someone has to.” Monk offered her a cup of coffee. She accepted it.

Mai waved him off, sticking to her tea. Ayako had packed a few new ones for everyone to try, including a black tea called 'Gunpowder'. Mixed with a little cream, it's perfect for waking up in the morning. Knowing Naru and his preference for routine, he'll likely forgo it in favor of oolong.

Ayako returned from the kitchen next, carrying a tray weighed down with pancakes and sausages. “I thought we could try a traditional Western breakfast. The Patsu family have quite a lot of Western foods in their kitchen.”

Everyone gratefully accepted a plate, even Lin, who ate quietly while staring at the monitor. John in particular enjoyed the selection, having eaten these foods plenty of times before.

“I sometimes forget how much I'm missing foods like these until I get the chance to eat them.” John smiled.

“What's a traditional breakfast look like in Australia?” Mai asked.

“French toast, bacon, porridge.”

“All that sounds good.”

When Naru entered the base, his hair slightly damp from the shower, Mai instinctively looked down at her plate. Last night played in her head on a loop. Naru had hugged her and then listened to her when she dragged her feelings back up. His response to her saying she no longer felt the way she did was ambiguous.

'I see.'

Did Mai detect a slightly glum inflection to his tone or is that wishful thinking?

“Miss Naoko, I'm assuming you've been briefed on the case, thus far.” Naru sat beside Lin, not even dignifying Ayako's offer of breakfast with a response.

“Uh, yes sir.” Kuroda powered her head. “I'm ready to proceed with the case whenever you are.”

Monk started snickering at Kuroda's formal words. An elbow to the gut from Ayako calmed him down. Smiling maternally, Ayako sat beside Kuroda. “Don't worry too much. While a lot of work, these cases can be very rewarding.”

“Oh, I plan for it to be.” Kuroda said seriously. “Every case we take is another point on my college resume. Not to mention their value as supernatural experiences. I look forward to each one.”

Monk grimaced. “Don't take it that seriously. It takes all the fun out of these cases.”

“It's not supposed to be fun.” Naru fixed Monk with a hard stare. “This is work.”

“It beats menial labor. That's all I'm saying.” Monk shrugged, unperturbed by Naru or his mood.

Smiling to herself, Mai returned her attention to her breakfast. After they'd eaten and the plates were cleared, Mai was sent to check the camera in Rinae's room. The feed had stopped at some point in the night.

Stopping outside Rinae's door, she found the girl standing in front of her mirror, adjusting her hair. Rinae looked over at Mai. “What?”

Mai looked past her, at the camera. It seemed unharmed. “I was about to check the camera.”

“I needed to change for school.” She stepped out of the way. “It's just shut off.”

Mai smiled apologetically. “I'm sure this is an invasion to your privacy. I'm sorry about this.”

She stepped into the room and reactivated the camera. Taking her time, she considered bringing up last night. Rinae beat her to it. “About earlier...I'm sorry. I was just pissed off. I wanted to stick it to my stupid parents.”

Rinae crossed her arms, looking to the side. Mai kept her smile, even as she started wanting to shake the girl. Getting back at your parents for abandoning you is one thing. Inviting a dangerous entity into your bedroom is still a step too far.

“I can't imagine how you must be feeling. I hope I'm not overstepping by asking you to agree to another interview.”

Rinae frowned. “What for?”

“The more we know about this spirit, the easier it will be to combat it.”

“I guess. After school.” She started heading for her door. Pausing, she looked Mai over. “Aren't you coming, too?”

“I take off for cases. I'll make time in the day to do my assignments.”

“Lucky.” She sighed. Turning on her heel, she left the room and headed downstairs. By the time Mai returned to base, Rinae had gotten into her little sports car and left.

Sitting down beside Kuroda, she found the girl working on her homework. Taking a page out of her book, Mai grabbed her bag and did the same. The sooner she gets it done, the sooner she can put her full focus into the case.

“By the way, Rinae's agreed to another interview.” Mai told Naru.

“When?”

“After school.”

“Very well. In the mean time, I'll continue working with the Patsu family to schedule something with the local high school.”

Lin tapped Naru's shoulder and handed over his tablet with an email pulled up. “We've gotten positive confirmation from another district school. Yagami High. We can start there while waiting.”

Naru stood. “We'll not need the full team for this. Just Mai, Matsuzaki, Lin and myself.”

Mai put a hand on Kuroda's shoulder. “Why not her? This would be a good learning opportunity.”

“We'll be too heavily scrutinized to risk any faux pas. Takigawa and Father Brown will look after her.”

Kuroda seemed to deflate. Mai gave her an apologetic look. “I'm sorry. Don't worry. There will be plenty of experiences, even without this one.”

“I hope I'm not late.” Masako entered the base just as Naru was preparing to leave it. Mai shared a look with Kuroda.

“Not at all. We'll be heading to Yagami High. I suggest you attend.”

“I'm happy to assist.” Masako gave the fakest smile Mai had ever seen. “Also, I see your new assistant has started.”

Standing, Kuroda bowed her head. “Kuroda Naoko, Miss Hara. It's nice to meet you formally.”

“Oh, I remember you.” Masako turned her asinine smile on Kuroda. “You're the little trouble maker from one of our prior cases. Let's hope you can exceed your reputation by contributing to future cases.”

Mai bristled on Kuroda's behalf. “Kuroda does have psychic abilities and is here to help, same as you.”

“You must be joking.”

“Enough chatter.” Naru ended what could have been a very unpleasant argument.

Splitting up, Mai got into the van with Ayako, Naru, Masako and Lin. Buckling up, she tried to ignore the conversation as Masako dove into a slew of pleasantries with Naru. She laid on thick how pleased she is to work with him, again. It's nearly enough to make Mai nauseous.

By the time they reached the school, Masako had seemingly tired herself out trying to get a response from Naru. Getting out of the van, they filed inside, where the principal of the school met them just inside the office. The man was quick to shut the door before greeting them.

“I'm Principal Kato. Mr Patsu gave me a general understanding of what you do, but I'm afraid I don't quite understand how you'll assist in eradicating this ridiculous trend.”

Everyone shared looks. Naru spoke. “You seem to be under a false impression, Principal Kato. Our team specializes in psychic investigations.”

“I'm aware.” He crossed his arms. “Truthfully, if I didn't owe Mr Patsu a favor, I wouldn't be doing this. Let's just get on with it. I've set aside an empty room for your use in interviewing students. I'll make an announcement and whoever shows up will be who you interview. I'd appreciate a list of names after this is finished.”

“Agreeing to identify participants will have a negative impact on our investigation.” Mai said. Naru shot her a look.

“My assistant is correct. If we interview anyone, each student will have our discretion.”

Looking more than a little irritable, Principal Kato sighed. “Very well. If what you do puts an end to this mess, I'll follow whatever ridiculous rules you have. If you'll follow me.”

Principal Kato led the way out of the room and down the main hall. Stopping shy of the cafeteria, they were led into a small room, containing a six person table and chairs. As soon as they were in the room, he excused himself and left them to it.

As soon as they were alone, Naru delegated tasks. “Mai, set up this camera in that corner of the room. I want both you and Lin transcribing. Miss Hara and I will conduct the interviews.”

“I look forward to it.” Masako placed herself in the chair next to Naru's. “While I was only in the Patsu house a few minutes, I can say with certainty that there's something lingering. Not a spirit, per say. Only the essence it leaves behind after it visits a location.”

Everyone looked up at the intercom as Principal Kato made the announcement. Taking their seats, they waited. It took the better part of twenty minutes before there was a soft knock at the door. Mai got up to open it.

“Good morning. Right this way.” She tried to reassure the shy looking girls with her smile. They shared a glance before stepping inside. If Mai had to guess, they look like sisters.

Naru gestured to the other side of the table. “Take a seat.”

The girls nervously sat down. One was ringing her hands while the other fiddled with her hair. After a moment of silence, the slightly taller girl spoke. “It's been this popular pastime for the past month. People would try it at home, then come to school to either brag or call it a hoax. We were both sure it was fake. Then, we attended our friend's birthday party three days ago. After her parents went to bed, we decided to try it as a group. We started chanting. It was really funny...at first.”

The shorter girl continued. “Then the lights flickered. We felt this...strange feeling. Like something was moving around us. Not close enough to touch, but close enough our hairs were standing on end. It was so eerie. Our friend was lying on a mat while we chanted. It happened so fast. Something dragged her halfway off the mat by her legs. Her skirt flew up. We all freaked out and started dragging her away. Then, whatever was there seemed to go away.”

The older one leaned forward. “You believe us, right? I swear, it happened. Just talking about it gives me goosebumps.”

“We believe you.” Naru shared a look with Masako.

The petite medium shut her eyes. “I sense that same lingering presence clinging to both of them.”

“What?”

“Oh god!”

They both understandably freaked out. Naru held up a hand. “Not in the sense that the being has attached itself to you. It's similar to a fingerprint. A sign that, at some point recently, a spirit was near.”

“Exactly.” Masako opened her eyes. “It's rather strong, still. Stronger than I'm accustomed to feeling. Whatever made contact has quite an aura.”

“What can we do?”

Opening his briefcase, Naru removed two charms made by Ayako and handed them over. “Carry these with you, or hang them in a room you spend a significant amount of time. It's imperative you do not attempt to reach out to the spirit, again.

They girls took the charms. The taller one, looked over at the camera. “You won't tell our teachers we tried it, right?”

“Everything you've told us stays in this room. The camera is for our own investigation purposes.”

They both relaxed a little. Excusing themselves, they headed back to class. As they were leaving, Mai noticed a boy hanging around outside the classroom. He looked back at her, raising a brow.

“This where we can talk about the ghost trend?”

“Yes. Come in.” Naru removed the remainder of the charms from his briefcase and sat them in a neat stack on the table.

Shutting the door, he took a seat. Unlike the prior students, he looked a lot less nervous. He shrugged. “So, I tried it. It wasn't crazy. It felt like...you know when you sit on your hand and it falls asleep? Like that. Tingles. Not like a real person or anything.”

“When did you try it? Is there anything in particular you did to bring it on?”

“I don't know. Two weeks ago, maybe. I just followed the rules.”

“Rules?”

“Step one, shut yourself in a room either alone or with people you trust. Step two, lay down somewhere comfortable and shut your eyes. Step three, chant the words 'Spirit, I call you to me. I submit to you'. That's pretty much it.”

Masako's dark brows furrowed for a moment. “Strange...The imprint is much softer. Almost non existent. I'm not certain if it's because it's been two weeks or if it's something else.”

“Do you know anyone else who has tried it?”

“My friends on the track team. Kyo had a similar experience to me. Teji says it felt really strong. Almost like the real thing.”

“And when did they try it?”

“Kyo tried it before even I did. Teji was a chicken for a while. He didn't get around to it until maybe five days ago.”

Naru handed him a charm. “Carry this with you or hang it in a room you spend a significant amount of time in. More importantly, don't attempt to invite it back. If you can convince your friends to speak to us, it would help significantly.”

“Sure, sure.” Taking the charm, he left, shutting the door behind him.

When he was gone, Naru shared a look with Lin. “The timeline suggests the spirit may be getting stronger the more times it's summoned. The more people call for it, the more powerful it may get.”

“Like a tulpa.” Mai said absently.

Naru looked over at her, a look of concentration forming. “That seems unlikely. They normally only form in cases of organized religion. This isn't a mass epidemic with thousands of participants. At most, maybe a hundred or so have likely attempted to summon it.”

“Yet, it grows stronger.” Mai shrugged. “More people are trying this trend by the day. Some will never come forward, so your stats are just a ballpark guess. They sit in circles chanting, calling for it, inviting it to enter, not unlike prayers to a deity said out loud. It may have started off weak, only capable of phantom sensations. Then, when the trend went online, it changed the perception. It made people try it with more belief that something would happen. It fed on that belief. Now, it's beginning to obtain a corporeal form, capable of real action. If that's not a tulpa, I don't know what is.”

Naru looked away from Mai, towards Lin's computer. “We don't have nearly enough research to say for certain.”

A bell rang and students flooded the hall. A few passed by the room, but didn't do more than glance through the window on the door. It took until the next class period started before someone came in. None of them seem to want anyone to know they're agreeing to be interviewed. With a principal like Kato, it's not surprising.

“Hey, is this the ghost team interviews?” A blonde girl asked. She looked almost amused as she was invited to take a seat. Eyeing Naru a little more intently, she gave her account. It was very similar to the last student's. After she left with a charm, another student stopped by. By the end of the school day, they'd interviewed close to twenty students.

By this point, Mai was nearly certain. It has to be a tulpa. Worse, it's getting strong enough to defy normal paranormal logic. It's even appearing somewhat on camera. That at least puts it in a similar plane of existence as the labyrinth monster. Hopefully, it's not nearly so deadly.

They left the school after Naru had a brief chat with Principal Kato. Getting in the van, they made their way back to Patsu house. John was standing outside when they arrived. He opened the sliding side door and helped Mai out.

“How did everything go?”

“Well, I think. We had nineteen students agree to be interviewed. I'll explain inside. Where's Kuroda?”

“In the base, listening to more of Monk's band stories. I suggest you save her.” John smiled.

Hurrying ahead, Mai bounded inside ahead of everyone and entered the base. She found Kuroda staring out the window, clearly bored, while Monk went on and on. He paused to greet her.

“Hey, I was just telling her about that time my band got stranded outside Osaka.”

Kuroda perked up. “What happened? Did anyone agree to talk? Tell me everything.”

Mai sat down. “We interviewed quite a few students. They all seem to fall into two categories. The ones that claim it's all just phantom sensations and the ones that swear it's realistic as it gets.”

Mai went on for a few minutes, trying to recall her details from memory. Kuroda interrupted. “So, you all believe it's a tulpa?”

“Mai does.” Naru looked over at Ayako. “Matsuzaki, prepare to order in.”

“I can cook.” Ayako offered.

“Something traditional.”

“I can see what the kitchen has.”

“Just order in.” Naru wrote what he wanted on a notepad, tore out the page and handed it to her.

“Fine, fine.” Ayako passed around the notepad for everyone to write their orders. When she had them, she stepped into the hall to call a food service.

Kuroda continued as if there had been no interruption. “Based on what I know of tulpas, I see why you think it's one. It's feeding on the people who call it.”

“And if someone is getting injured by it during the process, you could even say it's taking in blood sacrifices.” Monk added.

Mai shivered, not liking that mental image. All she could think of was poor Michiru, scared and hurt by it. The sooner they can find a way to stop it, the better.

“If it only comes when called, how will we interact with it?” Kuroda asked.

“She has a point.” Monk frowned. “We can sit here, staring at the cameras until dawn, but it won't necessarily get us anywhere. What can we do?”

“Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?” Ayako glared as she entered the base.

“I'm not suggesting anything.” He threw up his hands.

“We lure it.” Naru said. “Tonight.”

Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Chapter Text

Chapter Seven

“We lure it.” Naru said. “Tonight.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Ayako practically yelled. “Whatever happened to waiting for more information?”

“We got more information at Yagami High than expected.” Naru held his tea cup out. “Mai, tea.”

Mai didn't move, her heart starting to pound at the thought. She thought back to Eri's sleepover. Rin was nearly hurt. She saw the shadow up close. Felt the way it made her feel...like she was helpless to stop it. Then it attacked Michiru when she wasn't there. It's already gotten to people she cares about.

Ayako sat at the table with Mai, noticing her expression. She put a hand on the girl's back. “Mai, breathe.”

She sucked in a quick breath. “We can't do that. We can't invite it like all those students. What if we can't get rid of it? What if it hurts someone before we can?”

“I have no intention of risking the team.” Naru said, as if that should reassure everyone. “I'll be summoning it.”

“Noll.” Lin admonished. “Think carefully.”

“I have. We'll get nowhere waiting to be in the right place at the right time when someone summons it. This is the only solution.”

Mai felt her hands start to shake, again. Naru's willing to put himself in harm's way for this case. He may have power that will help him defeat the spirit, but that power comes at a price. He could seriously hurt or even kill himself trying to use his PK. Mai swallowed heavily. “I will, too.”

Everyone looked at her as if she had two heads.” Absolutely not.”

“No way!”

“Mai, you must be joking!”

“Over my dead body!”

“Someone has to be there to protect you.” Mai looked right at Naru. “Let me.”

“You seem to be under the impression I need protecting.”

Mai glared. “It wouldn't hurt.”

“Then, allow me to take up that mantle.” Lin said. “I'm better prepared to defend him.”

“I mean it.” Naru glared at Lin. “I'll risk no member of the team.”

“You don't get a say in this.” Lin put his foot down. He doesn't do it often. But, when he does, everyone listens.

Naru let out a silent sigh. “Very well. Mai, on the other hand, will be kept far away. Now, I asked for tea.”

Mai glared, crossing her arms. She tried to think of what she might say to get him to change his mind. Giving up, she snatched the tea cup out of his hand and headed for the kitchen. Kuroda hurried after her.

While the water boiled, Kuroda looked at Mai with shock in her eyes. “You volunteered. After what happened at Eri's sleepover, you volunteered.”

“Naru is risking himself, even with protectors nearby.” Mai looked down. “I had to do something. I...I'm scared for him.”

Kuroda's expression shifted to that of understanding. “You really do like him, don't you?”

Mai blushed, worried Kuroda's voice would somehow travel out of the kitchen and to the base. “Ssh!”

Kuroda smiled. “Your secret's safe with me. Now, how does he like his tea, again?”

Her cheeks flushed, Mai walked Kuroda through the process and handed her the cup. “Give it to him. See what he says.”

It was Kuroda's turn to look scared. “Uh, I don't think he'll be happy.”

With some gentle pushing, Kuroda eventually agreed. She carried it into the base, Mai trailing behind her. She bowed her head as she presented it to Naru. “Your tea, Mr Shibuya.”

He quirked a brow. “When did I give you permission to put this task on our new hire, Mai?”

Mai crossed her arms. “I defy you to taste the difference.”

Naru took the cup and took a sip. Sitting it aside, he got back to work looking over the case file with Lin. Kuroda looked at Mai hopefully, silently asking how she did. Mai gave her a thumbs up. Returning to their seats, they barely had a chance to settle in before the food arrived.

The remainder of daylight hours were spent eating and talking about less serious matters. All the while, Naru didn't even touch his tea. Mai smiled. He really is a creature of habit.

Clearing the food from the table, they began the process of applying charms and wards to multiple rooms, including the base and a large walk-in closet across from the base, the chosen room for the plan. When the sun had fully set, the light atmosphere darkened. Soon, Naru would be putting himself at risk. This entity could seriously hurt him. It could lash out when it realizes this is a trap. This could be the single most reckless thing they've ever done.

Mai looked up as Rinae hurried through the front door. “Should we warn her?”

“We have to. We'll need to fill her room with charms, to keep the spirit from entering her room, should it escape from here.” Ayako grabbed several charms and some twine.

“Will the spirit even appear in or around such a heavily warded room?” Mai asked, staring into the closet, empty, save for a few coats hanging up.

“They're special wards. They allow spirits in, but not out. Once it enters, Naru will leave the room and the spirit won't be able to follow.”

Mai nodded. “I seriously hope it works. It's going to be very angry, otherwise.”

Rinae exited the kitchen. “Did I hear you right? You're going to summon it?”

“To trap it. Ayako is putting wards and charms in your room. You'll be perfectly safe.”

She rolled her eyes. “I want to watch.”

“That's out of the question.” Naru told her. “You'll remain in your room.”

“This is my house. You're not the boss of me.” Rinae practically sneered. “This is seriously ridiculous. You're running around trying to get rid of something people actually like.”

“Not everyone has had positive experiences with this spirit.” Ayako stepped forward. “Some have been deeply hurt. Many, you included, don't fully comprehend what you're getting into.”

“I think I understand what I'm getting into better than you do.” Rinae crossed her arms.

“We'll not summon it with you standing around.” Naru put his foot down.

“Fine.” She glared. “Doesn't matter, anyway. I'll just wait till the party.”

“Party?” Mai asked.

“Hiro Hayashi and his sister are throwing a rager this weekend. The highlight is a spirit session in the basem*nt.”

Mai gaped. “Hiro and Eri are doing what?”

“That's her name.” Rinae snapped her fingers. “Everyone's going. I figured you would be, too. I thought you were friends with them.”

Turning on her heel, Rinae headed up to her room. When she was gone, Kuroda grabbed Mai's arm. “We have to stop them!”

“By trapping the spirit, we will.” Naru turned towards the walk-in closet. “The base has been warded with protection charms. Everyone but Lin and myself will stay inside the wards.”

Mai felt like her heart was in her throat. She wanted to say something—anything—to stop him. But, knowing Naru, nothing would. “This feels wrong, Naru.”

John grabbed Mai's hand and pulled her back into the base, Kuroda following. Naru entered the open closet door as Lin stood outside of it. Sitting on the floor, he straightened out his body and lied down, just like the trend directs.

“Spirit, enter here. I submit to your will.” He said so softly, Mai could barely hear him. He said it again, and again. Over and over, chanting it.

Masako also started chanting it from where she stood in the base. Mai, Ayako, John, Monk and Kuroda shared looks before doing the same. “Spirit enter here. I submit to your will. Spirit enter here, I submit to your will.”

Everyone continued to chant for several minutes. Around them, some kind of energy seemed to surge between the base and the closet. Lin tensed. “It's coming. Chant louder.”

Everyone did as Lin said. The energy in the air practically vibrated around them. Even through the wards, Mai could feel it. Slowly, a dark shadow physically formed. It darted towards the base, only to hit the wards. Next, he aimed for the front door. That, too, was warded. Flitting towards the closet, it wrapped itself around Naru.

Lin whistled, summoning his shiki. They lashed out at the shadow, tangling with it in a battle that barely made sense to the human eye. The shadow tried to flee, like last time. When it hit the wards keeping it in the closet, it started vibrating so viscerally, Mai could physically see it.

“Noll, now!”

Naru got up and ran for the door. The shadow lunged for him, throwing him back. Lin attempted to rescue Naru, only for the closet door to slam shut. Mai was moving before anyone could stop her. She bolted from the safety of the base and towards the closet. She yanked the door open and ran in.

Naru was leaned against the wall, looking dazed from the impact of being thrown into it. The shadow circled Mai next, its energy surging against her skin and through her hair. It almost felt like hands, running down her body. Down her face, across her shoulders, over her breasts. The spirit barely touched the pendant John had given Mai when it seemed to zap it, knocking it back a bit. The spirit hissed in Mai's face.

She screamed. “Naru!”

Naru got up, a different kind of energy circling around him. It looked like blue lightning as it crackled around his hands. Mai gasped. He's using his PK!

“Noll!” Lin lunged into the room and tackled Naru, stopping him. This action seems to distract the shadow long enough for Mai to stagger backwards. From behind, someone grabbed her and dragged her back into the base. She heard John's voice in her ear, muttering prayers and biblical verses. The shadow tried to follow, only to hit the wards. Lin was out of the closet next, dragging Naru with him.

When the shadow realized it was trapped in the room with Lin's shiki, it made a shrieking sound unlike anything Mai's ever heard. It shook her to her core. Monk ran forward and slammed the closet door shut. Like a seal on a bottle, the energy dampened.

Practically pushing Lin off of him, Naru spun towards Mai. “You stupid girl!”

Mai flinched, still backed into John's arms. “Y-you were down. I was—.”

“Not thinking, as usual!” Naru took a step towards her.

Tears filled Mai's eyes. “I...”

“Naru, calm down. She's scared enough.” Ayako stepped in front of Mai protectively.

Mai looked at Naru over Ayako's shoulder. His sapphire eyes looked hard as rocks as he glared back at her. “Everyone else, get out. I'll speak to her, alone.”

“Like hell! I'm not letting you stand there, making her feel worse.” Ayako crossed her arms.

Mai bowed her head. “Ayako, it's okay. Just let us talk.”

“Mai...”

“Please.” Mai whispered. She deserves this. She did something truly stupid and dangerous. Naru nearly used his PK to save her. Even worse, the blast of it could have killed everyone standing too close.

Sharing uncomfortable looks, everyone left the room, including a reluctant looking Masako. When the door was shut and only Naru and Mai remained, he started back in. “How could you, Mai?”

She flinched again. His cold tone more than she can handle. The fact he was no longer yelling almost felt worse. “I know. I knew better and I still stepped out of the wards. I am so, so sorry.”

Naru continued as if Mai hadn't spoke. “Of all the stupid, reckless things you've ever done. You've separated yourself from the group in the past. You've put yourself in positions to be attacked. You've even misused the nine cuts. But, this...Running straight for a monster like that.”

“Naru, I know—.”

“You don't know.” He stared her down. “The risk you've put yourself in. To put yourself within its reach. Letting it get its hands all over you...”

Naru trailed off, his eyes disbelieving, as if he couldn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. A nerve in his face twitched as he tried to contain his own emotion. Reaching for her, Naru pulled her up into his arms, wrapping them around her tightly in an almost painfully tight hug. Loosening one hand, he grabbed her chin and pointed it up, so her eyes met his. With the strangest mix of emotions Mai's ever seen on his face, he leaned in and kissed her.

She instinctively shut her eyes, too shocked to do more than let him kiss her. When he abruptly pulled away, he let her go and took a big step back. She nearly fell over at the suddenness of it. Looking down at her with an intensity that made her weak in the knees, he opened the base door and stormed out, straight out of the house. He was in the van and driving off before anyone else could react.

Mai sank to the floor, taking in shallow breaths, her brain not quite letting her fully breathe. Ayako rushed in and knelt beside her. “Mai, are you alright? What did he do? I swear, if he hit you—.”

“No.” Mai shook her head. Naru's not the type to ever lay his hands on her. She won't have anyone assuming that.

Looking at her flushed face, Ayako's eyes widened in understanding. “Everything's alright. Let me see to Mai.”

Ayako shooed everyone else away. When no one remained by the base, Ayako reached over and shut the door. Mai buried her face in her hands. “He...is so mad at me, I think it drove him crazy.”

When Mai dropped her hands and looked up at Ayako, she found the older shrine maiden smiling. “He finally kissed you, didn't he? I know that face. That's the face of a girl who's had her first kiss.”

Mai touched her lips. It was such a shock, it hadn't occurred to her until now that that was, in fact, her first kiss. And it was with Naru.

Naru!

Ayako hugged Mai. “You silly girl, I was so worried. Apparently, so was Naru. You scared him into confessing his feelings. I knew it. I just knew he was putting up a front.”

Mai blushed again. “He didn't confess...”

“Well, no, of course not. It's Naru, after all...I wonder where he went.”

“Should someone try to find him?”

“It's Naru. He'll come back when he's good and ready.”

Helping Mai to her feet, Ayako opened the door. To her relief, no one was out there eavesdropping. The door to the closet vibrated with the force of the spirit trying to escape it. And Lin's shiki are trapped in there, too.

“What do we do about it?”

“Let's not worry about it, right now. You need rest.” Ayako led Mai past the closet and straight for the stairs. Up in their room, Ayako gave Mai a hard stare until she climbed into bed. It was only when her head touched the soft pillow that she realized just how tired she felt. Thinking of Naru and his kiss once more, she shut her eyes and fell asleep.

Mai was woken up by hushed voices talking in the hall. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and looked around. Ayako isn't here. She heard her in the hall.

“We need to think of something to get rid of it.” Ayako said.

“Lin's shiki have weakened it somewhat.” Masako informed them. “If we want to take it out, now is the best time.”

“How?” Monk sighed. “If even Lin's shiki can't kill it, what will we use?”

“My PK.” Naru informed them. He's back!

Getting out of bed, Mai hurried out of the room and over to the group. Everyone was standing on the landing, talking. Lin glared at Naru. “Noll, we've been through this. Training or not, this isn't a wise decision.”

“I know I can do it. I'm more capable than I was.” Naru looked determined.

“But, last time...” Mai trailed off. How can she convince Naru not to do this?

“Was different. I'm better prepared.” Naru spoke to her, but didn't look at her. He kept his eyes on the wall by Lin's head. “Let's be done with this. The longer we wait, the greater the chance it will escape.”

Ayako put an arm around Mai. “You'll stay by me, this time.”

“I will.” Mai blushed. She really made a mess of things, earlier. So much so, Naru seemed to go off the deep end. He can't have been in his right mind when he kissed her.

“Can your shiki hold it in place long enough for me to aim?” Naru asked Lin.

“Yes, but they're tired. I can feel it. They'll be out of commission for a while after this.”

“All I need it one good shot.” Naru headed for the stairs.

As everyone headed down, something rumbled the ground. Holding onto the banister and each other for dear life, they carefully headed down to the main floor.

“What's happening?” Ayako shouted.

“It's fighting to escape.” Naru held onto the railing with both hands.

Mai started to slip, falling forward. In a flash, Naru had hold of her waist, holding her up. She struggled to find her footing as he practically carried her down the stairs. When everyone was on solid ground, Naru let go of her waist and grabbed her shoulder, steadying her.

John hurried to her side. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I'm fine. Let's hurry.” Mai headed for the base just ahead of Masako. As soon as Mai was safely over the threshold, she heard a terrible screeching sound. Spinning around, she witnessed the shadow tear its way through the wards and barrel into Masako. Flitting back, the shadow phased through the front door. The ward taped to it burned to cinders.

“Masako!”

“Miss Hara!”

Everyone panicked as Masako fell into the wall, unconscious. Kneeling around her, Naru gently smacked the side of her face a couple times. Coming to, Masako winced. “My arm...I think it's broken.”

Ayako rushed into doctor mode. Assessing the damage, she snapped. “Someone, grab my medical bag.”

Mai hurried to fetch it, bringing it to her. Digging through it, Ayako used gauze and a wooden splint to set Masako's arm for her. Masako let out a small pained noise. “Thank you...”

“It'll need medical attention. I'll drive her.” Ayako offered.

Gently helping her up, Ayako helped guide Masako to her car. Putting her in the passenger seat, she got in and backed out of the drive. Once they were gone, the remainder of the group turned to look at the busted closet door. Each and every ward they'd taped around the room was nothing but a pile of ash on the ground.

“What now?” Monk mumbled. “It got away.”

Lin's shiki flit out of the closet and to him, dissipating around him. “Whatever your plan, Noll, it can't include my shiki. They're not strong enough. I also won't tolerate a repeat of your earlier plan.”

“No.” Naru clenched his jaw and furrowed his brows. “What did Miss Patsu say earlier about a party?”

“Whatever she said, I'm not sure we should bother her.” Monk looked up the stairs.

Naru headed back for the stairs. Walking up them, he knocked on Rinae's door. The girl opened it, shouting loud enough for everyone to hear. “What? Hey! Let me go!”

Naru returned to the stairs, dragging Rinae behind him. Mai hurried over as they reached the first floor. “Naru, you can't just grab her. Let her go.”

Naru unhanded her, turning to face Rinae. “You've been less than helpful from the start of this investigation. I don't want any lies. When is this party and what exactly is the plan regarding the spirit?”

Rinae crossed her arms, her eyes piercing. “Wouldn't you like to know.”

“Miss Patsu, we don't have time for this.”

“Please, Rinae.” Meg begged. “We have to stop it.”

Rinae rolled her eyes. “Geez...The party's on friday. Everyone's going to get together at midnight and try to summon it in a group.”

“All those people chanting for it...” Ayako said in horror.

“That's tomorrow.” Naru turned to face Mai. “Mai, you seem to know these people. Can you contact them and convince them?”

“And say what? Eri already doesn't believe the trend is real. I don't know if I can convince her it is, let alone to cancel the party.”

“Not cancel. Use as our chance.”

“Are you crazy?” Mai blurted out. “We can't aim at it with all those people around. Someone could get hurt.”

“What choice do we have? If you talk to your friend, we can arrange for everyone to be out of the way.”

“How?”

“Trust me.” Naru met her eyes.

Looking back, Mai sighed. “Alright. Just...be careful.”

Mai pulled her phone out of her pocket. Eri had given Mai her number at the time of the sleepover. She took a breath and called it.

“Hello, Eri?”

“Mai? I'm glad you called. I was gonna invite you to my party tomorrow night, but you've been out of school. You're on speaker, by the way. Hiro is here.”

“Hey, Mai! How are ya?”

“Yeah, I've been busy with work. I'm doing good, Hiro. I actually called about your party. I found out about it and wondered if you could help me out.”

“Uh, sure. What do you need?”

Mai hesitated. “Well...You remember when I told you I worked for a paranormal investigation team?”

Mai tried her best to explain precisely what they needed to do, stammering throughout the explanation. When she finished, both Eri and Hiro were silent. Mai looked up at Kuroda, wondering if it would have been better to hear this from her, seeing as she has more history with both of them.

“Mai, are you being serious? You want to bring your coworkers to my party, wait till we try to make contact with the ghost, then have us all run away while you fight it?”

Mai blushed. “Yeah...That's exactly what I'm asking. I know this must sound ridiculous, but I have video proof, if you need it.”

“Woah, really?” Hiro shouted. “I wanna see! Send it!”

“Okay. Just a second.” Mai walked into the base and grabbed her phone charger. Hooking her phone to the computer, she took a couple videos from the log and sent them to her phone. She sent them both to Eri. “I sent them.”

Mai could hear everyone coming into the base behind her. She looked over her shoulder, at Naru. He stood by the door, arms crossed, waiting for either a confirmation or denial of their request.

“Woah.” Eri whispered. “That looks intense. I mean, I always knew ghosts must exist, but this is more than I ever thought possible.”

“That was insane!” Hiro bellowed. “It knocked the door right off its hinges! Tomorrow is gonna be awesome!”

“We can't invite that into our house! Mom would kill us if she found out!”

“We already have over forty people coming to the party. If we cancel, we might as well kiss our social lives goodbye.”

Eri and Hiro continued to argue while Mai waited. Tapping her foot, she was starting to wonder if they forgot she was on the line when Eri spoke.

“God...Okay. Will us going through with summoning it really help?”

“Yes. And I promise, no one will get hurt. Everyone just has to listen when we tell them to run.”

Eri sighed. “This is nuts...Okay. I'll see you tomorrow. Show up before midnight.”

Eri hung up. Mai looked back at her expectant teammates. “Eri agreed. We have to show up early.”

“Right.” Naru turned on his heal and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Mai asked.

“A precaution.” Naru said without breaking his stride. Mai got up and ran after him.

“Naru, wait!” Mai caught up to him at the end of the drive, in the clearing just before a line of trees.

He frowned. “Go back in the house. I don't want you near.”

Mai practically flinched. “Oh.”

He sighed. “I don't want you too close. I'm training.”

“Oh...Oh!” Mai's eyes widened. “May I watch? I'll stay way back.”

Naru stared at her for a second, seemingly deliberating. “Fine. Twenty feet, minimum.”

Mai hurried back up the drive. Opening the back of the van, she sat down in the way back and crossed her legs. She heard someone coming down the drive. John rounded the corner and sat beside her. “What is he doing?”

“I think he's going to use his PK.” Mai said excitedly. “I remember seeing it during that one case, but so much was happening. This will be the first time I can really pay attention.”

Mai shut up as blue light began to flicker around Naru, lighting up the darkness. Lin ran down the drive, stopping just past the van. From his posture, Mai could tell he was tense about Naru using his PK at all. Ahead, Naru raised one hand and wrapped his other arm around it, his eyes on the trees ahead. Aiming carefully, he sent a small zap barreling forward. It hit a tree with an echoing crack. Mai put her hands to her ears.

Lin called for Naru. “Okay, that's enough practice! What you need is rest!”

Naru turned around to look at Lin. Lowering his arms, he started heading for the house. Mai hopped up and ran to him. “That was amazing!”

“Lin is correct. It's late.” Naru walked past her.

“Are you sure you're alright?” Mai hurried to keep up with him. “Last time...”

“This isn't last time.” He put a hand on her shoulder, not looking at her. Letting go, he went inside.

Mai bit her lip, absently fiddling with the pendant John gave her. That was...odd. Everything about Naru's been odd since he returned from England. His willingness to give her her way, his increased concern for her safety, the kiss...Even now, the way he touched her shoulder. It all feels like she's dealing with some sort of new version of Naru. One that's not quite so afraid to concede to others.

That's not true. He's just as stubborn as ever. He's conceding to her. He's concerned for her. He kissed her. The question is...why?

“Mai, are you coming?” John asked. Mai looked back at him. When he saw her expression, he approached, joining her by the lantern the Patsu family had hanging on their lawn. “What's the matter?”

Mai looked up at him. “It's...I'm not sure how to explain it.”

“You're welcome to try. I'm sure I can follow along.”

“Well...It's Naru.”

“What about him?” John's open expression seemed to shift.

Mai shook her head. “Really, it's nothing. I'm just looking into things too much.”

“You suspect Naru may be showing you how he feels.” John guessed.

Mai tilted her head to the side, her eyes on the house. “Maybe. That, or he's totally lost his mind.”

John laughed softly. “One doesn't need to be crazy to like you, Mai. Trust me.”

Mai smiled tightly. “Naru might need to be. He's always been such a closed off bastard. For him to suddenly show this much care is...honestly, it's overwhelming. And the last thing I want is to let myself get my hopes up. I know Naru doesn't actually see me that way. And the fact he's acting like he does...He wouldn't do it on purpose, would he? Play with my feelings?”

John didn't answer at first. “No. I don't think he would.”

“You hesitated.”

John looked down, a sad expression forming. “For selfish reasons.”

“What do you mean?”

Reaching up, he picked up the pendant Mai wore, holding it between two fingers before letting it fall to her chest. “Do you know what flower I carved onto this?”

Mai looked down at it. “I'm not sure.”

“It's a daffodil.” John seemed to hesitate for a moment. Turning around, he returned to the van and reached into it, pulling out the book he had been reading on their way to the Patsu house. He handed the little book to Mai. “Another gift. It might amuse you.”

“The Language of Flowers?”

“I picked it up in Australia, right before moving to Japan. I found it charming. You should like it.”

Mai smiled. “Thank you.”

John turned towards the house. “Shall we?”

“Yes.” Mai yawned. She wanted to ask him to elaborate on what he had said, but figured it's a bit late to push. Heading inside, they locked the door and headed upstairs, parting towards their respective rooms.

Ayako returned in the early hours of the morning. Climbing into bed, she informed a half asleep Mai that Masako would be staying overnight at the hospital due to a fracture in her back. Not having the energy to respond, Mai fell back asleep.

Mai woke when someone noisily opened the front door downstairs, the last vestiges of a dream clinging to her mind. She'd dreamed of Naru, laying motionless in Eri's basem*nt. Pale, unseeing, unresponsive. It didn't feel like a psychic dream. More like her fear for his safety manifesting itself.

Getting up, she hesitated to join everyone else, her mind on what they would have to do tonight. She took a shower and dressed, choosing to braid her hair behind her before heading down. She found everyone sitting in the base, having lunch foods.

“Afternoon, sleepyhead.” Ayako teased. “You slept so long, I nearly went to wake you up.”

Mai smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I guess I really was tired.”

“For good reason. Yesterday was intense.” Monk offered Mai his chair. Mai took it and immediately got to work on the little tray of rice and chicken offered to her.

When she'd finished a fair bit of it, she chanced a look at Naru, seated near the computer, his focus on his own food. As usual, he looked deep in thought. Staring a little longer than she normally would, she startled when he suddenly looked up to meet her eyes. He raised a brow.

Dropping her head, Mai blushed. Ayako touched her shoulder. “Mai, you okay? You look a little feverish.”

“Yeah.” Her face flushed even more. “This chicken is just really spicy.”

“I don't think I ordered you anything spicy.” Ayako frowned. Mai tried to signal her to drop it, waving her hand. Thankfully, it worked.

“How is Miss Hara doing?” Kuroda asked.

“Not the best. The fracture in her back will require quite some time to heal and may even need surgery. I'll check in on her later, to find out.” Ayako sighed. “The poor girl took the full brunt of that spirit.”

“We'll all visit her after tonight. How's that sound?” Mai suggested.

“Let's hope no one else needs a hospital after tonight.” Monk plopped down on the couch and stretched his legs out.

“That sofa is for everyone, not for you to take naps.” Ayako scolded him.

“No one else is sitting here.”

Mai tuned out their little argument, her eyes straying back to Naru. She glanced over at John. He looks like he didn't sleep particularly well. Everyone did stay up quite late, last night. Remembering the book, Mai excused herself and went to fetch it from her room. Curling up on a couch in the living room, she opened it to the first page.

It's in English. She does know a fair bit, but she's not as fluent as she wishes to be. She read for about thirty minutes, struggling a bit with the prose, before reaching the page on daffodils. Fiddling with her necklace, she read the short passage.

“Daffodils: Regard, unequaled love, the sun is always shining when I am with you.”

Mai felt her chest warm up as she read. What a sweet meaning for a flower. Even sweeter coming from John. He's always been such an amazing friend. To put so much thought into a gift like this, even if its primary purpose is as a protection charm.

The heat in her chest cooled as a thought nagged at her mind...unequaled love. What does that mean?

“There you are.” Ayako found Mai and went to sit beside her. “That stupid monk is driving me crazy.”

“I think it's intentional.” Mai smiled. “Hey, I'm reading an English book. What does the word unequaled mean?”

“I think it means unparalleled.” Ayako put a finger to her chin. “Or, maybe it means uneven love. I'm not sure. English was never my best subject.”

Shutting the book, Mai placed it on the coffee table. “Thank you, anyway.”

“We have quite a few hours before we have to head to the party. Anything you want to do?”

Mai spotted John walk through the foyer, heading outside.

“Actually, I'll be right back.” Mai got up and ran after him, slipping on her shoes at the door. “Hey, wait!”

John spun on his heel. “Yes?”

He was paused beside the little car on loan from the parish. “You're not leaving, are you?”

“Just for an hour or so. I'm needed at the parish.”

“May I come with you?”

He smiled. “Would you like to?”

“Very much. I haven't seen the kids in months.”

“There are some new ones.” John walked around to open the passenger door for her. She got in quickly, before anyone inside could notice and question her.

She just needs a brief break from the case. Well, maybe it's that she needs a break from Naru. Not a terribly long one. One just long enough to think.

They left the area and got on the main road, heading straight for the parish. On the way, Mai brought up the book.

“So, I read most of the book you gave me. I'd just finished the page on daffodils when I was interrupted.”

John smiled. “And?”

“It's a very cute book.” Mai absently picked at a snag in the fabric of the seat beneath her. “I like the meaning for bluebells and peonies. Roses are also nice, but a little basic as far as flowers go, even their meaning. Daffodils have such a sweet meaning...the sun is always shining when I am with you.”

John smiled widely enough to create dimples. “I thought it suited you.”

He got out of the car and ran around to open her door. Together, they headed inside. The conversation got put on hold after that. Mai completely got caught up in seeing the children and helping prep for their afternoon activities, she ended up forgetting all about her phone, left in the car.

At a little after five, John signed out and the two headed for the car, pausing by a Japanese maple on the edge of the parish property. Mai giggled. “They're all so adorable. I had a lot of fun...Honestly, I think I really needed something to take me out of the mindset I've been in since the start of the case.”

“I figured as much.” John sat on the bench underneath the maple, prompting Mai to do the same.

Looking over at John as the rays of late afternoon sunlight hit his blonde hair reminded her of their earlier conversation. “Another thing about daffodils...Unequaled love. The definition threw me off a little.”

“Unparalleled.” He answered, his smile lessening slightly.

Mai picked up on the minor change in mood. Biting her lip nervously, she gripped the edges of the bench on either side of her legs. “What meaning were you thinking of when you chose a daffodil for me?”

She watched him swallow visibly, his brows furrowing over his blue eyes. “All of them, I suppose. I regard you as one of my dearest friends and hope you understand what you mean to me.”

Mai felt a warmth spread in her chest. “You mean so much to me, too.”

John took her hand like he's done hundreds of times before. Such a casual thing the two started doing when around each other suddenly seemed to take on a new meaning as the full weight of the situation settled on Mai's shoulders. She looked up from their hands to meet his eyes. They were unusually serious.

“I want you to understand that I gave you that necklace, first and foremost, to protect you.”

Mai blushed. “O-of course.”

“But...I also gave it to you because I want you to have something that makes you think of me.”

She looked away, not quite sure how she's feeling. He seems to be confessing some degree of feelings for her beyond friendship. It honestly should have occurred to her already. But, how could it? She's spent so long firmly thinking of him as someone who could never—would never—go there. He's a priest, after all. He made vows and that stands for something.

Mai chanced a look at him. She found him staring ahead, his smile gone. He looked very deep in thought. Mai squeezed his hand. “And how would they feel about it?”

She referred to the parish. John managed a small smile. “Honestly, they would probably be rather upset. I've promised myself to my calling. I've sworn to forsake worldly desires. And, as much as I've tried to ignore things and stay the course...you mean more to me than I can say. More...I sometimes think...than the promises I've made.

Mai dropped her gaze, overwhelmed. It made her feel warm to hear this confession. At the same time, something just won't settle itself inside her. All she can seem to think about is sapphire eyes and a rare smile that always seems to take her breath away.

If Mai did agree to see where things go with John, it would be...wise. John is kind and open and considerate. He's the type of person Mai knows her heart would be safe with. Still...He's not Naru.

Mai buried her face in her hands. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be.” John put his hands around her shoulders. She peaked up at him, both embarrassed and devastated. His smile, so comforting, seemed to make her feel worse. “I know that you love him.”

Her face crumpled as fresh tears fell. John took her face in his hands. She practically sobbed. “Why do you care for me?”

“Because you're Mai.” He smiled wider. Pulling her forward, he kissed her forehead. “And, I suppose, you wouldn't be Mai if you didn't love Kazuya.”

“And...how does that make you feel?”

“I'm certain whatever distress I feel will pass.” He dropped his hands from her face and went back to holding her hand. “Your friendship is far more important. Still...I think I'll always regard you as my first love.”

Mai smiled sadly. “I really hope you can find someone who makes you happy.”

John looked back at the parish. “I won't forsake my vows for anyone less than you. And if my place in your life is that of a friend, I can truthfully say that I am happy with that.”

Neither spoke after that. When the sun finally started setting, they headed back to the car. Sitting down, Mai found her phone and paled. Seven missed calls. Four from Ayako, one from Monk, one from Kuroda and one from Naru.

Embarrassed, she chose to call Ayako back. “Hey, I'm so sorry. When I left with John, I forgot to say anything.”

“Oh, thank goodness! We were all worried! When we searched the house and didn't find you, we assumed you must've left. We weren't sure why. Then we realized John was gone, too.”

“I'm safe and sound with John.” Mai reassured her. Finishing up the call, she hung up and gave John a sheepish look. “I think I'm in trouble.”

“We both are. I also forgot to mention I was leaving.” He looked on the verge of laughing. The look made Mai giggle.

Naru is probably going to yell at her, again. Mai blushed. And if he yells...he might kiss her, again. She glanced over at John guiltily. If her feelings for Naru end up being reciprocated, somehow, will that hurt John? Mai doesn't want to hurt him. But, since that kiss, she's slowly been coming to terms with the fact she is still not even remotely over Naru.

Falling deep into thought, Mai was startled when the car abruptly stopped. Looking up, she found Naru standing in the driveway, arms crossed, illuminated by the headlights. She gulped. Here we go...

Getting out of the car, she paused a safe few feet away from him. “I'm back.”

“And safe, I see.” Naru glared. “A simple word of farewell would have saved me from three hours of listening to Matsuzaki and Takigawa panic.”

John shut off the engine and got out of the car. “Kazuya, I apologize. I was called away. I honestly didn't think to say anything, seeing as we had so long before the party.”

Naru nodded in John's direction. Getting the hint, John gave Mai an apologetic look and headed for the house. Mai looked down, too embarrassed to meet Naru's eyes.

“You shouldn't make people worry for you.” Naru replied simply. Mai looked up at him, surprised. No yelling, no threats of firing.

“Were you worried?”

Naru relaxed his expression. “It's my job to worry for the safety of my teammates.”

Mai smiled. That wasn't a no... “It won't happen again.”

“It better not. Now, hurry inside. You have exactly two hours to eat and prepare to head out. It's nearly time.”

Mai walked past him, unable to stop smiling. The way he treats her really is different. Heading inside, Mai was barely over the threshold when Ayako pulled her into a hug. “There you are! I could kill that boy for keeping you away so long. John, I'm surprised as you. You're normally more responsible.”

John scratched the back of his head. “I do apologize. I should have left a note.”

Monk playfully popped John on the head. “And to keep her out after hours. The shame!”

John blushed bright red. Ayako giggled.

“Dinner.” Kuroda announced as she came into the base with a large tray. Sitting it down, she bounded over to Mai. “You're back.”

“Yes, I'm sorry to leave you alone with this bunch.”

Kuroda waved her off. “No apologies needed.”

Sitting down, Mai took a plate and got right to eating. She'd barely finished her food when Naru went to stand over her. “A word, Mai.”

She blinked up at him, surprised all over again. “Uh, sure.”

She shared a confused look with the others before following Naru out of the base. He reached around her and shut the door before continuing down the hall. When they were a safe distance from any potential eavesdroppers, he crossed his arms.

“Tonight's agenda. You are to remain out of the room during our attempts to combat the spirit. You don't enter before or during. In fact, you stay so far out of the way or I won't even entertain bringing you with me.”

Mai fought a glare. “You really think what happened will happen again? I learned my lesson, I promise. And did this really require a private conversation?”

“The others advocate for your involvement too often. I'm putting my foot down.”

Mai wanted to get angry at him, but couldn't quite manage it. In his own way, he's showing he cares. Cares so much, the idea she could have been seriously hurt causes him to abandon all reason.

“I'll stay safe.” Mai reassured him. She took a careful step toward him, curious just how close he would let her get. When he didn't immediately back away, she got the courage to ask the question that's been plaguing her mind. “But, in exchange for my cooperation, I want to know why you kissed me.”

The frustration immediately came back to his face. “Are you blackmailing me?”

She blushed. “No...I'll listen. I just...wish you would answer.”

His expression smoothed out a bit. He stared into her eyes for so long, Mai began to get nervous.

“Later.” He replied, his eyes looking past her as the base door opened.

“It's time.” Ayako told them.

“We'll be right there.” Mai waited until Ayako disappeared in the base before turning back to Naru. “Do you promise you'll tell me?”

He let out a silent sigh. “Yes, I promise.”

Satisfied, she stepped aside, letting him pass. Following him down the hall, they returned to the base just long enough to collect a camera and an EMF reader before heading out to the car.

Chapter 8: Chapter 8

Chapter Text

Chapter Eight

The party was in full swing by the time they arrived. Getting out of the van, they passed by a group of laughing guys on their way in, Hiro amongst them. Mai stopped to say hi.

“Hiro, hey! Thanks again for doing this.”

“It's no problem. I'm glad you're here. Oh, hey Kuroda.”

Mai looked over her shoulder, finding that Kuroda had stopped, too. It took until that moment for her to realize her friend had put some effort into her appearance for tonight. Kuroda had pulled her hair away from her face into a flattering messy bun. She'd forgone her usual button up for a black t-shirt that complimented her pleated skirt. She'd even ditched the tights.

Kuroda blushed. “Hi.”

“Uh, you thirsty? I can help you fight your way towards the kitchen.”

You'd think he'd offered to kiss her the way she lit up. “Yes, thank you.”

Mai smiled, temporarily forgetting that another of her friends has interest in Hiro. “You two go ahead. I'm going to find Eri.”

“She's probably in the basem*nt, setting up for the summoning.” Hiro said the last word in a slightly creepy voice.

“Thanks.” Mai hurried ahead of them.

She looked around, not seeing any of her friends. Passing through the living room, she was nearly to the basem*nt when she saw John standing pin straight against the wall, surrounded by some vaguely familiar classmates of hers. He looked absolutely embarrassed as one of them shamelessly came onto him. Mai was about to go rescue him when Ayako beat her to it.

“Okay, you come with me.” Ayako grabbed John. “Geez. It's like they've never seen a cute boy, before.”

John blushed, looking very grateful for Ayako's intervention. Seeing he was in good hands, Mai continued her search. Opening the basem*nt door, she headed down, shutting it behind her. It was far quieter down here. Bounding down the stairs, she found Eri moving furniture out of the way. She paused to look up.

“There you are. I'm just getting the room ready. You think there's enough space? More people showed up than I banked on.”

“It's a pretty big room.” Mai hurried to help Eri move the kotatsu. “Listen, I want to thank you. I know this is a little hard to believe, but this is really going to help.”

“Promise me no one will get hurt?”

“I promise. We're trying to get rid of it. That and the safety of everyone involved is our priority.”

Eri paused to catch her breath once the kotatsu was put away. “It's crazy...Honestly. I've always felt in my bones ghosts were real. After I saw that video, I couldn't sleep. It's like I've had everything confirmed in the realest way. I'm a true believer, now. With that in mind...you get why tonight scares the hell out of me.”

“I do understand. I'm honestly scared, too. I've dealt with the spirit first-hand and know what it's capable of.”

“If you're scared, then why did you join a ghost hunting company?”

“Someone has to.” It didn't quite convey what SPR means to Mai, but it seemed to satisfy Eri.

The basem*nt door opened and Naru walked down, Lin right after him. He handed Mai the camera. “Set this up. I'll brief your friend on what to say to everyone who participates.”

“Right.” Mai set the camera up in the corner of the room, nestling it between the sound system and the couch, pushed against the far wall. Activating it, she passed by Naru. “I'll go find everyone. I think they got lost upstairs.”

Mai ran up the stairs and started hunting for her friends. She found Ayako and John by the stairs leading to the second floor, Monk telling a bunch of people a story that seemed to have them laughing and Kuroda by the drink table, talking to Hiro. She sighed, feeling bad for interrupting.

“Hey, Kuroda. It's time.”

She smiled sheepishly. “Right. I'm sorry.”

Linking arms with her, Mai headed for Monk next, then John and Ayako. Filing through the crowd, they went down to the basem*nt ahead of the other party goers. Eri called down the other party goers, next.

The room heated up as well over forty people crammed into the finite space. Sitting on the floor everyone talked excitedly about what they were about to do.

“Okay! Listen up!” Eri shouted, getting most of them to quiet down. “It's nearly midnight. In just a few minutes, we'll try to summon the spirit that's been haunting the district.”

Everyone cheered. Hiro tried calming them back down. “So we—hey, guys! Listen!”

“Yo! Shut it!” Eri snapped. It worked. “We have some special guests. These are members of a paranormal investigation team called Shibuya Psychic Research. Not only are we going to summon it. We're going to banish it.”

“Why?” A guy at the back of the room asked.

“Why not? Sounds cool!”

This started an argument. Eri sighed. “Anyone who isn't on board had better leave. Because when I tell you to run, you have to run.”

Some of the people left, a little irritated by all the rules being put in place. In the end, about thirty people agreed to stay. Mai caught Naru's eye across the room. Nodding, she found Kuroda and pulled her away from Hiro's side. “We have to leave.”

“Why?” Kuroda glanced back at Hiro.

“I promised Naru.” Mai sighed. She hated leaving anyone to face this thing for any amount of time. If it's going to be safe enough for everyone to have time to run, it should be safe enough for her.

Kuroda tried looking back at Hiro, again, only for him to join his sister at the front of the room, again. Kuroda reluctantly followed Mai upstairs. Shutting the door, they joined the other members of the party that chose not to stay downstairs.

“This feels wrong.” Kuroda wrung her hands. “I can't leave Hiro down there. What if he gets hurt?”

“The team will protect everyone. They're only there to ensure the spirit even shows up. Soon, we'll all be upstairs while Naru fights it.”

“You don't seem happy about that.”

Mai frowned. “I'm not. I'm scared for him. Everyone else gets to leave when it gets risky. He has to face it head on. I'm...I'm scared to death for him.”

“I am, too.” Kuroda looked over at the basem*nt door. With a determined look on her face, she pulled it open and ran downstairs. Mai tried grabbing her, only to nearly fall down the stairs. Catching herself, she listened to the rhythmic chanting. She could feel the magnetic pull in the air as they did. It's working...

Mai sighed in despair. Kuroda could get hurt! “Kuroda, please come back up!”

The chanting got louder. Combined with the music coming from the upstairs sound system, she was completely drowned out. She took a few steps down the stairs, only to stop. She can't go after Kuroda. If Naru spots her, he'll be distracted. He needs full focus for what he's about to do.

Hiro came into view at the bottom of the stairs. Spotting Mai, he tried waving her down. “Hey, come on! You gotta see this!”

Hiro hurried halfway up the stairs and grabbed Mai's hand, dragging her down with him. Mai panicked when she saw the room. The shadow was manifesting right there, in front of everyone. And they just keep chanting! Mai grabbed Hiro's shoulder before he could get too far into the room.

“Everyone has to run, now.”

“Not yet. It's just getting good.” Hiro looked practically giddy.

Mai shook her head. No one is taking this seriously.

“Everyone, run upstairs!” Naru ordered. Eri got up and started trying to push people back. Ayako, Monk, John and Lin helped. Hopping out of the way just in time to avoid the rush, Mai was pushed further into the room by the crowd. That's when she saw Naru, his back to her, facing the shadow.

The room flooded with a new kind of energy as Naru activated his PK. He raised his arm in the air, his posture conveying his rigid determination. Relaxing his shoulders, he aimed and fired. The room filled with a blinding blue light. Covering her face, Mai fell back from a strong gust of wind emanating from Naru. She hit the wall with a thud.

“Mai!” John shouted in concern.

Naru spun around, lowering his arms as soon as he spotted her. His face went through a rapid range of emotions. Surprise, anger, concern and something Mai never thought she'd see on his face...fear.

Her vision clouded. Reaching up to feel the back of her head, she pulled her hand back to find blood. Gasping, she slumped further down the wall. Naru ran to her side.

“Mai, look at me.”

She looked up into his eyes, her own wide. “I didn't come down here on my own, I promise.”

“That's not important.” He took off his jacket and pressed it to the back of her head. “Just stay calm.”

“I'm sorry.” She mumbled, her eyes narrowing as she struggled to stay awake.

“Mai, stay with me.” Naru commanded, his voice loud. “Stay awake.”

Slurring her words, she shut her eyes, going slack in Naru's arms.

Mai opened her eyes to find herself staring up at the night sky. She knew she was strapped down to something, but couldn't quite comprehend what. Flashing blue and red lights nearly blinded her as she was lifted up into the back of a white van. Just in view, Naru climbed into the van with her.

“She's losing a lot of blood.” A man she didn't recognize said.

“She hit her head on the hinge of a door.” Naru explained.

The unfamiliar man worked over her, pulling out white gauze and a large bandage pad. Shutting her eyes again, Mai felt herself being sucked away.

She's dying. She must be. It feels so...calming. Nothing seems to hurt. It's just warm.

Little orbs of light began floating around her in a vast expanse of darkness, all heading in an upward direction. Mai looked up. She saw a white space and could vaguely make out the outlines of clouds. “What's happening?”

“They're moving on.” A familiar voice told her. Spinning around, she found a welcoming sight.

“Gene!” She rushed forward to hug him. He hugged her back.

“Mai. I'm sorry I've not been here for you.”

“I thought you'd moved on.”

“I did.” He smiled sadly. “Do you understand why you're able to see me, again?”

“Am I dead?” She waited for the sense of dread her brain told her she should feel, only for it to evade her.

“Nearly.” He stepped away from her to look at her face. “In just a few minutes. Soon, I'm fairly certain you could rise up with these spirits. Head on to what awaits. If you wanted to, that is.”

Mai looked back up. The space above her does look very inviting...Bright, warm, safe. But...

“Naru.” Mai looked back at Gene. “I...Can't leave him.”

“He'll grieve for you. I know my brother enough to tell you that.” Gene smiled. “But, he would survive. Humans tend to when their loved ones leave, even if it hurts to stay.”

Mai felt the need to cry, but couldn't. She could feel the vague sense of longing and pain that had evaded her before this point. “I don't want to go.”

Gene took her hand. “I sense too much of you is entangled in the mortal world. Leaving will create unfinished business, like it did for me until my body was found.”

“Does that mean I can go back?”

“If you truly want to.” He squeezed her hand. The longer Mai thought about going back, the worse the pain in her head became, the colder Gene's hand felt.

She looked up into his kind eyes. “Naru needs me. I can feel that he does. I...I'm going to stay with him.”

He nodded. “Then wake up.”

Mai opened her eyes, nearly shutting them again at how bright the room is. Blinking rapidly, she winced. Her head...It feels like someone's put an ax in it. She looked over at the woman beside her bed. Ayako...She's dressed in her medical coat. She pressed a button on a machine, causing the pain to lessen until she could barely feel it.

Ayako looked down and gasped. “Mai! She's awake!”

She nearly flinched as several faces came into view. Monk, John, Naru, Lin, Kuroda. Even Hiro and Eri are here.

“Oh my god, Mai!” Hiro bellowed, looking on the verge of tears. “I am so sorry I pulled you downstairs! I wasn't thinking!”

Eri hit him over the head. “Stop shouting. She just had a head injury.”

He lowered his voice. “Sorry.”

“Everyone back up. You're crowding her.” Ayako shooed them away. “She likely won't feel up to talking for a bit.”

After another slew of apologies from him, Eri managed to drag her brother out of the room. Looking at the remaining people in the room, Mai opened her dry mouth.

“N...Naru.” She whispered, sounding hoarse. “Water.”

Naru stepped around everyone. Reaching for the bottle of water on her bedside table, he came to kneel beside her bed. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he carefully lifted her up just enough to drink. She gratefully gulped down the water, more thirsty than she's been in her life.

“Not too much. The cold water might shock her system.” Ayako advised him.

Pulling the bottle away, Naru sat it aside and carefully lowered her back to the bed. He met her eyes, his searching for something. Mai smiled weakly. “I saw Gene.”

In her tired state, coupled by the affects of the drugs being fed to her through a tube, she convinced herself her words would bring comfort to him. Instead, he looked horrified.

“You saw my brother?”

She clammed up, worried she'd angered him. Ayako put a hand on Naru's shoulder, urging him to stand. When he did, she returned to standing beside her. “Mai, I don't wish to alarm you by telling you how close we came to losing you. If you saw through to the other side, it wouldn't surprise me at all.”

Mai looked up at Naru with wide eyes. His mirrored her own fear. If it wasn't so terrifying to see on his face, she'd have the sense to be amused that he can even feel such an emotion.

Mai felt her eyes closing, again. “I'm...going back to sleep.”

Ayako sighed. “It's either let you sleep or let you feel the pain. It's up to you.”

“Sleep.” Mai drifted off, again.

It took a few days before the dosage of medication could be lowered enough for her to stay cognizant. In that time, she'd had the chance to sit with everyone and talk with them. Even Lin stayed a few minutes to inform her the spirit had been banished and that her medical insurance should cover her hospital stay.

It was on the third day that Naru arrived, shortly before lunch, carrying a cloth bag. Everyone else had left nearly an hour ago, so it was just the two of them in the room. He sat the cloth bag on the table positioned over her hospital bed.

“What's this?” She carefully pulled herself up into a proper sitting position.

“I can't imagine the food here is any good. Try this.”

Mai raised a brow before untying the bag. It contained a little bento with rice, vegetables and chicken katsu. The smell made her mouth water.

“It smells amazing.” Grabbing the chopsticks in the bento, she broke them apart and took a big bite. “Wow! Did you make this?”

“Try not to choke.” He sat in the chair near her bed and opened a discarded magazine.

“So, you did make it.” She smiled. “It's really good.”

He didn't respond at first. Tossing the magazine aside, he nodded. “I'm capable of cooking. You seem surprised.”

“Only that you bothered.” She bit her lip, trying to get control of her smile.

“Just eat it.”

Doing as he said, Mai put most of her focus into the food. When she'd eaten it, she shut the box and swung the attached table to hang beside the bed. She looked up at him. He stared back, arms crossed, not dropping her gaze for a second.

“What are you staring at? Is there food on my face.”

“No.”

Mai licked her lips. He's really here just to see her. How cute... “You know...it's later.”

“Is it?” His expression shifted for a fraction of a second. She almost didn't catch it.

“Yes.” Her lips curled up into a shy smile. “Will you tell me?”

Taking a silent breath, Naru looked at the wall beside her head, no longer making eye contact.

“Last year, I said what I did because I was sure it needed to be said. I left for England out of necessity. I stayed, initially, because I convinced myself that I was helping you. Giving you space to move on. I was sure it would provide clarity to me as well. That was...a mistake.”

Mai held her breath as he spoke. Gasping softly for air, she stared at him with wide eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper when she replied. “Mistake?”

“Being away from you wasn't making things any clearer for me. It was...maddening. Around the year mark, I made a decision. In spite of whether you reciprocate or not, whether you hate me or not, I would return and finally answer you.”

Her heart was beating so rapidly, it was nearly deafening. She continued to stare, getting light-headed. She took in a big breath of air. Naru looked at her, finally.

“And?” She made herself ask.

“And I'm here, risking contagion in this damn hospital just to keep you company. I hope that says enough.”

“Things are getting a little clearer.” Her chest flooded with warmth.

Standing, Naru approached her, taking a seat on the edge of her hospital bed. Propping his hand up against the bed's guard rail, he leaned in, stopping when their lips were barely touching. “If I'm too late, now would be the time to say so.”

She laughed quickly. She couldn't help it. The whole exchange just felt so strange in the best way. She shook her head. That was all the encouragement Naru needed. He closed the distance and kissed her gently. Her eyes fluttered closed, her hands itching to hold onto him. She kept them at her sides, not certain he would appreciate it. Pulling away, Naru backed away and returned to his chair.

Mai took in little gasps of air, getting light-headed all over, again. She touched her lips subconsciously. Naru glared. She blinked in surprise. “What?”

“Breathe, Mai.” If it were in character for him, he would have rolled his eyes.

She took a deep breath. Exhausted, she laid back in the bed.

A nurse entered the room with a shot. She emptied the contents into Mai's medicine tube. “That's the last of it. After today, you'll be able to take over the counter medication to manage the pain.”

Mai grimaced. Dealing with staples in the back of her head is going to be murder on just regular old pain medication.

“She won't be sent home with anything else?” Naru asked the nurse.

“I'll talk to her doctor.” The nurse left.

Naru sighed. “Well, we better get going.”

Mai blinked. “We?”

“You're permitted to walk in the hospital's garden with assistance. I've cleared it with Matsuzaki.”

Mai smiled widely. “You're going to take me on a walk?”

“Don't make me change my mind.” He offered his hand. Taking it, Mai was immediately pulled up from the bed. She staggered a little bit, so Naru put an arm around her, keeping her steady.

Slowly, they headed down to the garden together. On the way, Naru wrapped his coat around her.