My head is very empty today e;aouheawoiefj but consider... Chrysi and Jacks being happy. Domestically so. Happy ending AU where somehow, someway, everything turns out just fine for them - they find a cure for Chrysi's faetelle, Jacks learns overtime how to be mortal, and how beautiful that can be, and they dance in the kitchen and get each other through rough days, and they just... get to be happy. Consider that.

i’m considering, i’m considering… jacks and chrysi going to emery’s track meets and her musicals… going on a summer vacation to a beach house… taking polaroids and singing while playing board games… jacks being poisoned because he loves chrysi and her enemies want to hurt her because that’s the person she cares deeply about—

June Chen redemption arc prediction

Some time ago i answered an ask about June's arc in this season. Having in mind that plenty of episodes have aired since then and we have gotten more information about the Chens' role in the upcoming episodes, i think it would be a good idea to write a follow up to that June post i posted all those weeks ago.

First of all, one thing that can be highlighted about June as ghosthunter is that she is more aggressive when it comes to dealing with ghosts. A good example of this is how in ¨Frightmares On Main Street¨ she changes the type of shot from the ghost gun to ¨extreme dealy¨. She hesitates a lot less than Ollie when it comes to hunting ghosts. In contrast Ollie only was seen tracking ghosts and trapping Scratch in the same episode. He never appeared to have intentions of hurting Scratch, only interrogate him, probably because he was confused by how Molly was hanging out with him.

This more direct approach to dealing with ghosts could make June a bit harder to persuade and show her that ghosts aren't evil. She seems to be more ¨shoot first, ask questions later¨, so she could turn out to be a lot more stubborn that Ollie was in ¨Frightmares On Main Street¨. She may even impose a bigger threat for Molly and Scratch if they try talking her down.

However, June isn't totally unreasonable as she did listen to Ollie when he asked her to not shoot Scratch when he was trapped in the goo. She was suspicious for a few seconds but later let Scratch be and went to help Esther and Ruben who were trying to capture other ghosts outside.

In the same episode June noticed how the frightmares ghosts got trapped inside the ghost canister (thanks to Scratch's chairman powers), something that shouldn't have worked as she told Ruben that the gadget was only a prototype. Based on her expressions of wondering how the ghost canister worked, it is clear that this is a plot point that is going to become important for her character. It could make her trying to learn more about the true nature of ghosts and thus start changing her mind about them.

Having in mind that it has been confirmed that we are going to see scenes exploring June and Ollie's relationship, it is very likely that Ollie is going to play an important role in trying to change June's view on ghosts. It makes sense, since June isn't seen hanging out with Molly that much and June could be more willing to listen to someone who was raised with the same ideas as her. Not to mention that Ollie may know a way to her sister to understand the situation better than Molly and Scratch would.

Another character that has been hinted that is going to play a role in her arc is Darryl. The episode ¨The New (Para) Normal¨ established their dynamic as something important, they instantly clicked by finding things they had in common while having different personalities. It has been confirmed that that they are going to have a ¨big episode¨ titled ¨The Grand Gesture¨, which was confirmed by Bob Roth on his twitter account. Again, Darryl has been hinted to have a closer bond than Molly shares with June. They both are troublemakers in different ways and have an unique way of viewing the world that their family does. Darryl could bring up that ghosts are misunderstood by humans the same way him and June are sometimes misunderstood by their peers and adults to persuade June into changing her mind. That itself could also be a good opportunity to explore a different side of her character too.

As how her arc could go, i think it could happen in two ways or a mix of them: One, she is more stubborn and agressive when it comes to trying to understand ghosts and it could be harder for her to get what the other characters are trying to explain to her. Two, she doesn't take that long to change her views in contrast to Ollie since she could be able to relate to way ghosts feel misunderstood by humans, thus taking less time for her to join the ¨Ghost Friends¨ team.

The last ¨step¨ of her arc would involve her and Ollie trying to change Ruben and Esther's minds in the final conflict. Both of them standing up against her parents and calling them out for these harmful ideas that were taught to them, showing them that they were wrong about it.

Whatever direction her arc takes, i'm looking forward to see how it differs from Ollie's and how June's growth is going to be. From what it has been hinted so far by both the series and the crew, she is going to have an important involvement in the story during the upcoming episodes and a crucial role in the conclusion to the Chens family arc in this season.

Conflictions

@queenieboo22 !!!!!!!! HI AGAIN I HOPES THE TAGGING IS OKAY!!! I just got inspired to make this thing!!!!! Story stuff!!!!!!!!!

The King is an interesting case here…on one side,he’d beloved,on the other,he’s despised…not by the living…but by some of his own subjects. He could be seen as a diligent ruler who acts out on behalf of his own kind,or he could be seen as a selfish monster who took everything for his own gain and not caring how it affected others!! But what happens when those two sides meet…??

Her majesty had been repeatedly talking of her lover,the ruler of boos and all of ghostkind…King Boo. Passionately going on about what her beloved darling king had been doing for her…how he took her to ballroom dance with him in the very moonlight of the forests that ghosts roam…how each and everyday he’d treat her as,well,a queen!! HIS queen. His beloved darling queen!!!! She had originally started talking to Mary about what she could be interested in,but…ahhhh,she really couldn’t help herself!!! Love does stuff to you!!!!

“Ah…it was simply wonderful!!” She cooed as she reminisced on the times…and the time soon to come too!!!

“It’s funny to think that it’s been so long since…HE had captured those I love back at the mansion…thank the stars above that we’re still roaming free without any pesky…threats.”

The HE in question was E.Gadd. It was rather new to the ambassador that the ghosts over at the mansion where it all started were so close to her. Just like how the ghosts in the hotel were like HER family!!

“It’s horrible really…to think someone would’ve wanted to take all that you love for their own selfishness…”

“Y-Yeh!! It’s…it’s the worst!! I-I thinks I would knows!! Hehe-”

“…Oh??” The queen tilted her head a bit…she looked…curious. Had the same thing befallen the ambassador?? The poor thing…

Meanwhile…Mary had already realised the words that had spilled out of her mouth. But it’s too late to take anything back!!! Oh no…

“…You experienced a similar tragedy??” Her voice was soft,as if trying to ease the living girl into speaking…

“W-Well…uhhmmm-“

It was hard to think about as is. No one in the hotel ever really forgets or wants to go back to what happened that night. So many souls captured…so much wreckage…even when the hotel itself was broken and replaced with a lab dedicated to ghosthunting.

How do you say this? How do you tell someone who’s already wonderful that her beloved is blamed for causing such horrible things?!

The ambassador remembers. How Hellen felt after the words King Boo said to her.

“Useless. All those ghosts were useless. I have to do everything by myself!!!”

In the hotel,he was blamed for most of the bad things that happened,including the hotel’s destruction!! It was shown across the hotel rather well,given that since it’s reopening,all senses of memorabilia,tributes and such had been removed entirely. Gone. None to be seen!!! Clearly he wasn’t welcome here!!

But why would the ambassador want to tell the queen that?? It’s just hurtful!! How could you go up to someone and say “Your lover ruined the unlives of all that I cared about and now most people here hate him!!” ?!

He clearly wasn’t like that to the queen!! He loves her. He’d do anything for her. He’d do EVERYTHING for her. If he could die again for her,HE WOULD!!! He ADORED her with every inch of his being. They loved Eachother!!

How do you say this?! What do you-

“…”

As for now though,the ambassador has been still but shaking in her seat for almost a whole minute now…yesssss,this is getting rather worrying.

“Is…everything alright??”

“H-HUH-?!”

“You look a bit pale…that’s normal for us,but not for a living being like yourself!!”

“I-I do?! I…do I- OH YEAH I DO-!! MYEHEHEH-“

This was getting worrisome to the queen…had this affected the living girl that much??

I just realized I don't really talk about my lr AUs on this blog, so I decided to make a list of them with some description, here it is:

Normal!AU - or No Bionics!AU, Douglas doesn't feel like he can be a good father to his kids so he leaves them with Donald and disappears. Years later he comes back with a husband and two new kids and tries to take Adam, Bree and Chase with him. Donald is not happy about that and neither are the kids. But why did Douglas leave so quickly like that? Was it really just too much responsibility for him?

Raised by Douglas!AU - basically what it says on the tin, Adam, Bree, Chase and Danny were raised by Douglas. He got to them before Donald could, ran away with them and decided to raise them instead of selling them. He still does a lot of shady shit, but he takes care of his kids. When Donald and Tasha get engaged he jokingly says he is going to destroy their wedding as a revenge for what Donald did, but the kids believe him and sneak in. Leo finds them and they explain to him who they are which starts their friendship. Leo who is huge fan of superheroes convinces them they should use their bionics for good and dress up to fight crime. They listen to him. Leo owns and wears a lot a t-shirt that says "the best cousin in the world" Tasha doesn't understand why and Donald is trying to figure out if he found out about his dead brother and dead nephews and niece.

Sink or Swim, but they don't get caught!AU - also nicknamed as the Bad future!AU, lab rats manage to escape on the ship to another country and neither Douglas nor Donald get to them before they disappear. This AU is heavily connected to Mighty Med, and bunch of bad things happen to them as well.

Amnesia!AU - The girl said his name is Chase. She also said she is his sister Bree. They have a brother named Adam and a dad who owns a successfull business. Supposedly. Chase doesn't trust her. Something is very wrong here... Yes, this is the character doesn't remember anything, but they know something is wrong trope and I'm having so much fun with it.

Ghosts!AU - of course I have a ghost AU, I have a ghost AU for every single one of my fandoms. When Leo and Tasha move in with Donald, Leo realizes his house is hunted. The ghosthunt is on. But then he finds out the ghosts are just teenagers like him and he starts to befriend them instead of exorcisinv them. Both Tasha and Donald are worried about him cause they can't see Adam, Bree and Chase. Leo starts looking into who they were and how they died and learns a lots of interesting things about Donalds side of family.

Half a human!AU - this one is the closest to the canon, except bionics aren't just cool superpowers one can use without any drawbacks, but they actually affect people who have them.

Spy!AU - you can read it here

Magic!AU - which is here

Chapter 10: Knowledge and new friends

Hours later the group of Parabatai returned to the institute, their heads hanging low. Izzy was running up to them as they walked in but draw up short as she sees them. Running up next to her came Xander and Ruthie. Seeing their face they all went ghost white.

“What happened?” Ruthie asked?

“We failed…” Angelique sighs. Jace and Mekyle punch the wall they were each standing next to. This made Clary jump a little. Alec walked over and placed his hand on Jace’s shoulder.

“Hurting yourself is not going to do us any good. We need to find the Prince of hell and send him back,” Alec says.

“Or kill him!” Simon snaps

“We will make this right. We are Shadowhunters,” Izzy says, offering them all a warm smile.

“Plus we got a leg up on Sinara now,” Ruthie says with a bright smile.

Jace worlds around and glares at her. This makes Ruthie cringe back, losing her smiles. “A leg up! A leg up! How the hell is letting a prince of hell free into our world a Damn leg up newbie!”

Xander steps in front of Ruthie and right into Jace’s face. “I respect that you're our institute head and I know you could most likely kill me six ways from Sunday but I won’t let any member of my squad be talked to like that!”

Jace’s face goes red and he balls up his fist and starts to swing at the young Shadowhunter when faster than anyone could blink Alec has grabbed Jace by the arms and was halling him back. Jace was fighting Alec the whole way. Xander however did not move from in front of his teammate.

Clary quickly got into Jace’s face and glared at him. “Jace knock it off. They were not there they don’t know what happened plus let’s see what this leg up Ruthie is talking about really is.”

Jace goes limp in Alec’s arms, his face Softening. Clary turns and looks at Xander and Ruthie. “Ok guys, what is this leg up you are talking about?”

Ruthie gives out a little squeak and steps out from behind Xander. “Is he going to yell at me again?”

“No honey it’s ok now,” Clary says with a soft voice.

“We have one of the gatekeeper here.” Ruthie slowly replied.

“What?” Simon spoke up and moved in front of Jace, Alec, and Clary.

“We made a trip to the Shadow Market and Learned. That an old friend of mine is one of the gatekeepers.” Izzy explained.

“You know a really old Shadowhunter?” Mekyle asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, she is a downworlder.” She replays

“Huh,” the group of Parabatai all looked very dumbfounded.

Izzy leads them to the infirmary with Xander and Ruthie at each side of her. Cassandra was laying in one of the beds, her right arm was wrapped in bandages. She slowly set up her eyes flicking yellow like a dog.

“Guys this is Cassandra Willows she is a warlock,” Izzy says and points to Cass.

“Sup guys great place you got here,” Cass says with a cheerful voice. Ruthie walks over and looks at the bandages and shakes her head and starts unwrapping the bandages and points to Xander then to the cabinet that has the clean new bandages. “Sorry, Doc the wound started itching.”

“You're healing fast and all but I want you to keep this clean and wrapped,” Ruthie orders her as Xander hands her the new bandages. Ruthie starts wrapping Cass’s arm again.

“Push little thing ant she?” Cass says with a giggle.

“You have no idea.” Xander, Mekyle and Angelique say in unison.

Alec walks over to Cass and puts his hand out. “Hello, Cassandra, I am Alec Bane-Lightwood, Console of the Clave.” Cass blinked and shocked his hand with a look of duda I know who you are. “We understand you are one of the Gatekeepers. What gate do you look over and where is it?”

This made Cass go white and her eyes darted around the room mental mapping a way out of the room. Right as she was about to throw the blanket off and head for the exit. Xander lad a hand on her shoulder and smiles at her.

“Trust us Cass, we want to keep all the Gates safe.” He says and ameetly Cass softens and looks back at Alec.

“I guard over the gate of Gluttony.” Cass answers but was cut off by Simon before she could finish

“The Gate of what?” Simon asks

“The Gate of Gluttony you know like the sin,” Cass states coldly looking at Simon. “You do know what the 9 circles of hell are, don’t you?” Everyone turns to Simon and he just stands there looking confused.

“You mean like the Anime?” He asks.

“No you nerd the Book!” Jace snaps.

“It’s the same thing,” Simon mutters.

“The gate here in New York is Limbo. Seeing as New York was the place where other countries came to the U.S. Hersheypark of Pennsylvania sits the Gate of Gluttony.” Cass says, laying one of her hands on top of Xander’s.

“Why there?” Angelique asks

“Most sites of the gates have some ties to what gate is belt there. Gluttony is simple with a theme park.” Cass answers, trying to sit up on the side of the bad. Xander held his hand out to her and she smiled and blushed, taking his hand. “I will take you to the gate. If this Sinara wants to open my gate she has got one hell of a fight on her hands.”

“We can’t all go,” Alec says

“And why not?” Izzy asks.

“We need to keep A group of Shadowhunters here so that New York stays safe” Alec explains

“He is right, we can’t leave New York unprotected,” Clary adds.

As the group tried to decide who was going and who was staying. A ring from the Institute doorbell came. Jace, Alec, Clary, and Angelique break away to go answer the door. Standing at the door when Jace opened it was Bat the local werewolf clans secant in command. Alec gave him a very odd look. “Bat what are you doing here?”

“Is Maia here?” He barks out.

“Huh?” Jace says

“Are all you Shadowhunter stuped or death? Where is Maia” Bat snaps out his eyes glowing yellow.

“Stand down Lykin. Don’t make me put you down!” Jace yells out moving into Bat’s personal space.

“Like to see you try. No one to stop me this time blondy.” Bat growls low in his through.

Before Alec could move in between the two men Angelique was already there pushing them apart. In a very Com and even voice, she speaks to them “ok guys this is not the time and remember we are at peace here. Bat, Maia is not here, she has not been here. Jace, he is only worried about this alpha.”

Bat looks down at the small hand that was on his chest pushing him away from Jace and he starts to chuckle. “Your one brave little girl.”

“She is right though. Bat you have not heard from Maia?” Alec asks.

Bat steps away and ruffles Angelique’s hair. “No she was sent to meet with you and the other members of the Alliance and she never came back.”

“That was weeks ago,” Alec says in shock and a tinge of panic in his voice.

“I know after a few days I thought it was odd but it’s Maia and she does as she wants. After all, she is the Alpha. But after a week it’s not normal.” Bat explains.

“We need to look into this.” Angelique states.

“Ok, I want you to put together a team and look into this Angelique.” Alec orders.

“Me?!?!?” Angelique shouts.

“Yes you, I need to stay here and deal with clave business and the rest will be going with Cass,” Alec says.

“Xander should lead then,” Angelique says.

“There is no way he is not going to go with Cass,” Clay says.

“Oh, you got that too.” Jace chimes in clary smiles and nods.

“This is your mission Angelique as order by your Console.” Alec orders again. This time Angelique just nods. Bat looks at Alec and Angelique. “Bat return to the pack and Angelique will come to you with her team,” Alec adds.

“Ok see you soon Shadowhunter,” Bat says and bonds down the steers.

All the Shadowhunters and Magnus, who had portaled to the institute a few minutes ago now sit around a huge round table in the war room. Alec leads the meeting deciding who is going on what mission and agreeing with the Shadowhunters Angelique picked to take on hers.

Angelique chose Mekyle and Ruthie for her mission Simon and Izzy were picked by Alec to back them up. This leaves Jace, Clary, Xander, and Cass going to the gate.

“We have one more idam we need to deal with,” Alec announces.

“We do?” Simon asks puzzled.

“Yes the names of are Young Shadowhunters,”

“Oh yes, the last name ceremony.” Magnus snickers. Alec shouts him a living eye roll.

“Anyway Xander, Angelique and Mekyle have you chosen your Shadowhunter name?”

Xander stands up. “I have out of respect and honor for my Headmaster and her amazing Daughter. I like to become a Fairchild.” He looks over at Clary and she gives him a small nod.

Alec smiles seeing this. “So be it, welcome Xander Fairchild.” Xander smiles and sits back down. “Angelique, Mekyle, have you?”

“Yes I would like Waterheart.” Angelique says standing up. Mekyle jumps up next to her.

“This was not an easy choice for me but if you would allow. I like to be Mekyle WolfScar.”

Alec gives them a soft smile. “Welcome Angelique WaterHeart and Mekyle WolfScar.”

With the teams assigned they split up and head off to get what gear that they would need and even a little sleep if they could before heading off. This gave the couples some time to be alone leaving the Newbies and Cass to find something to pass their time with if they don’t want to sleep.

Angelique and Ruthie decided they would sleep in the same room for the night so they could talk about the mission and some boys they liked back at the academy. Mekyle was not going to sleep at all so he headed up to the Training Room to punch the bag a little and work on his dagger throws. This left Xander alone with Cass.

Xander leads Cass to the common room where the TV was playing Ghosthunters on the Discovery channel. “I know now that I am a Shadowhunter. I have been rewatching them and the Taps crow came really close a few times to finding a real ghost. I wonder if one of them is related to the Herondales?” Xander says.

“I am a bit shocked to see a TV at all in an Institute,” Cass replies.

“Ya most are still old-fashioned but Clary and Simon need their Anime, is what i got told,” Xander explained.

“Oh man, I love me some Death Note.” Cass giggled.

“You have the cutest laugh, Hold on did you say you like Death Note,” Xander says looking a little flushed. Cass just smiles and winks at him as Xander turns a bright red.

the ghosthunter of nekoma // kenma kozume — 01

Author’s Note: A long break of absence, but fret not! This is a short series inspired by Noragami ofc, and because Kenma is a sweetie. Let me know what you think of this! The chapters aren’t going to too long thank goodness lmao. Also, I’m on Quotev! I post a lot more of my fics on there, so if any of you want the link, hmu! Let me know what you think! :”)

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Ghosthunter! Kenma Kozume x Hanyou! Reader

Summary: Ever since you were born, things weren't going your way. Being able to jump in and out of your body as a spirit might have sounded cool in theory, but in reality, you were just target practice for other spirits to take advantage of. Just when you thought you could get accustomed to living a regular life, meeting the ghosthunter of Nekoma turned your life around to a complete 360.

Warnings: unrequited love, slow burn, one-sided crush, slight angst, pining, crackhead reader, ghosts, supernatural stuff, alternate universe, haikyuu manga spoilers, fluff

c h a p t e r - o n e this is not a meet cute.

There were over nine million people in Tokyo. However, only a handful of them was unfortunate enough to be called hanyou.

You were one of those unfortunate souls.

The night was pitch-black and moonless on the day you were born. There was no heavy gust of wind, there was no storm—the lights were out at your grandmother's home, you were apparently upside down inside your mother's uterus, a sign that things were not normal, and yet, the worst part of it all was how you were perceived after you were born.

Not a sound out of you; you were born asleep. Almost as if the world's chaos did nothing to wake your soul. You were sleeping so soundly, one could wonder what even caused the birth. Were you sleeping because you were content? Were you sleeping because you were aware of what the world was to offer you?

It was three years later did they realize why. It was because you could see spirits, and you could exit your own body as a spirit, whenever you pleased. While this new ability proved to be interesting indeed, the maiden from your mother's shrine convinced you that this power was evil. A human being was not to exit their body whenever they pleased, the spirit world was not to be accessed like that, it was not a welcome area and they definitely did not welcome tourists. While you believed they were marking your ability as something you had to fear, it only worked when they told you about ghosthunters.

Ghosthunters lived to exterminate the living world of ghosts. As simple as this job sounded, its similarities to exorcism scared you since you had the ability to become a ghost whenever you pleased. It wasn't that you could control this ability really well, only when you're allowed to use an ability could you learn to control it, however, the maiden from the shrine did assist in keeping this unfortunate ability of yours under wraps. Tying a sacred magatama around your wrist was one way, which you were specially allowed to wear despite being in school. So, whatever the fear was, as long as the magatama was around your wrist, you were just a regular human being.

You laughed and lived through your middle school years, avoiding the area of sports because you couldn't dare displace the beaded bracelet around your wrist. Despite it all, despite your unfortunate ability that you were forced not to ever use, you were happy—a teenager living the life of a teenager, away from any ghosthunter that might deem you a threat.

Apparently, hanyou were not particularly welcome by the ghosthunter race. They weren't a race per se, but the spiritual affinity that hanyou had despite being human beings was something that they considered impure, and anything impure needed to be severed. It wasn't that they were allowed to kill hanyou for just being hanyou, but they were indeed allowed to sever your ties with the spirit world; and because your grandmother, the Miko of the shrine your mother had belonged to before marriage, had never told you about what this severing would do to your psyche, you were cautious enough to listen to her about wearing the magatama around your wrist at all costs.

You were thankful that she did tell how of how vengeful spirits might take advantage of your hanyou self, and jump into your body when you were out and make use of this chance to wreak havoc. The thought of an external spirit inhabiting your body made you nauseous even as a child, so following a cautious lifestyle was rather stringent for you.

Everything was fine and dandy until your third day in Nekoma high school.

Your new friend, Katagiri Mimi, had a desperately pathetic crush on one of the volleyball players and had forced you along to the gym to watch them play. Despite having a strict rule to never go within ten yards of any sport, Mimi-chan was rather forceful that day since Morisuke-senpai was just amazing at everything he did. Perhaps, you were standing too close to where they were playing that you didn't realize a ball was approaching your head. Perhaps, your habit of playing with the beads around your wrist finally had the beads snapping exactly at the moment you needed them most.

Perhaps, it was fate that it happened the way it did; you could never tell.

    "(y/n)-chan!" Mimi screeched, but you could see her.

You stared at her as she looked down and screamed at what looked like your body. You let out a terrifying sigh at the sight of the broken magatama, before wondering what your grandmother would say at how easily your soul slipped out of your body right then. You tried to remember how you would jump back into your body as a child, but seeing your unconscious body right then gave you full access to how your hair actually looked like from another person's point of view. It was tempting to stay outside for just a few moments longer, but it was then a person's gaze burned so hard into your soul that you froze.

People weren't supposed to see you.

Yes, you remembered this fact quite clearly. Only spirits could see spirits. And since you were a spirit right then, that meant only spirits could see you.

You gulped. There was one other race that could see you in your spirit form.

You looked up toward the volleyball net and noticed two cat-like eyes glaring at your form, eyes wide and gaze sharp, boring into your skull. Your breath was stuck in your throat as this boy glared the daylight out of you, making you wonder what in the world was going on but the answer was screaming into your face as you watched how his gaze was unwavering. Yes, only spirits could see spirits, but...

...so could ghosthunters.

Taking a deep breath, you jumped on your body but failed to enter yourself again. Mimi was crying now, and the entire volleyball team had huddled around your unconscious form. You had no idea what to do, but this blond boy's gaze had petrified you to the spot. What the hell should I do!? You screamed within your own mind before thinking of the least rational yet the only idea your mind could come up with.

You turned to the possible ghosthunter and screamed, "What the hell should I do?!"

His eyes widened just a tad bit before he looked away, almost as if he no longer could see you. You knew he was just ignoring you, you knew he was doing this just to make sure your spirit self stayed out of your body so that when everyone was away, he could come to chop you into little ghost pieces and end your miserable life. You were shaking now, and you were certain that your lower lip was quivering.

    "Come on, ghosthunter-kun! I have no idea how to get back to my body!"

    "Take her to the infirmary." The ghosthunter said, lowly, before everyone agreed.

A tall pale-haired individual picked you up, but you were right there. The entire volleyball team seemed to disperse, as one first-year whose name you remembered began with an 'I' started to apologize profusely. Mimi's crying could be heard all over the corridor, and now you were alone with the ghosthunter.

    "You really can't hear me or—"

In one quick movement, you were pinned to the ground with something cold and sharp on your neck. As a spirit, you wouldn't feel things hit you but you could feel this boy touch you, pin you to the ground, and his weird looking tiny katana was pressing to your neck. You were scared it was drawing blood. Your eyes welled up with tears and he paused, just for a moment, before narrowing his eyes.

    "I should kill you before you change my mind."

    "W-What?" You were crying, just great, "What makes you think I can change your mind?! Y-You're practically pressing this baby katana to my neck!"

His eyebrow twitched with apparent annoyance, "It's a tanto."

    "O-Okay..." You cried, tears leaking out of your eyes.

He looked at you as you cried, your cries increasing with intensity with each passing second. He was actually a tad bit cute if you looked closer, his hair was a funny shade, but it suited him strangely. He was wearing the Nekoma practice jersey and even though he was sweaty, he looked like he could snap you in half like a twig, despite the tiny frame he adorned so well. While his features were screaming at you, your heart was palpitations, even though you were sure you had no heart. A moment later, he pulled the tanto away before releasing you. You cried harder now, before sitting back up.

    "You really have no idea how to get back to your body?"

You shook your head, "Are you really a ghosthunter?"

He chose to ignore you. "They'll think you're dead, you know. It was just a volleyball that hit your head. You should get back."

You stared at him in awe, "Aren't you supposed to kill me?"

He offered you a cheeky grin before saying, "I kill ghosts that threaten peace. The most you can threaten is a fly."

While you knew you had to feel offended by his remark, what you felt was absolute elation. You stood up right away, fighting the urge to hug this ghosthunter for sparing your life before you saw the tanto vanishing from his hands. You were confused as to what a ghosthunter was doing in the middle of Tokyo, especially in a school like Nekoma, but those questions were for later.

    "Do you have any idea what I can do?"

He shrugged before looking at you nonchalantly, "Nope. You're lucky I found you, if it was any other ghosthunter, things would have been different."

While you were indeed curious as to what 'different' meant, since your grandmother never had explicitly told you what the fate of hanyou were at the hands of ghosthunters, you knew you had to get back to your body. Mimi was quite practically terrified of volleyballs by now, and her crush on Morisuke-senpai would have been entirely eradicated from the blatant display of how weak your composition was. However, just as you walked away, you felt the ghosthunter clear his throat.

    "It's not safe for you," He said, "To be the way you are."

Your eyes widened at what he said before biting your lower lip, convincing yourself that speaking to your grandmother was your best bet before doing literally anything else. You walked toward the infirmary where your body was, and the entire volleyball team stood outside waiting to hear about your fate. While the school nurse did confusedly tell them you were breathing fine and were simply unconscious and even she couldn't understand why you weren't waking up.

You held your own hand before shutting your eyes and feeling warm all of a sudden. A moment later, you woke up.

    "(y/n)-chan! Oh my god!"

Mimi crushed you with a hug, and everyone cheered. However, your heart was the one that felt a little bit broken. It's not safe for me? What does he mean? You stared at your now empty wrist before feeling for the first time that your grandmother had conveniently missed out on telling you something.

Luigi's Mansion 3 - Tickling Drabbles (Part 7)

Luigi/Soulfflé: Kneading Dough  With the last panicking Goob being sucked up, the timid Ghosthunter was eventually able to defeat the sudden ambush of ghosts that was caused by the loud shattering noise of a bottle he oh so clumsily bumbed into, leading it to drop on the floor.  Since that problem has been finally taken care of, Luigi could now focus his attention back to his destination that he has set his eyes onto in the first place: the kitchen.  Speaking of which, a massive blanket of dark and acrid reeking smoke was relentlessly spewing out of the gaps through the doors without seemingly no end. Sighing to himself, the anxious plumber pressed his gloved hand onto the flexible wall, opening it with a swift gesture and removing the barrier between him and what ever laid behind it. Entering the cooking area, Luigi had to adjust his eyes for a few seconds by blinking rapidly, due to the dense fumes irrittating them. The green plumber also took a moment to get his breathing used to the thick air, albeit with some difficulties, earning him a few abrupt coughs. The sharp ringing of clinking pots and other various kitchen appliances throughout the room indicated another presence sharing the space with the frightened ghosthunter, however the murky smog keeping the mysterious individual well hidden behind its veil.  How in the world is anybody supposed to work in such an environment, let alone see?  An idea sprung into Luigi's head, letting his hand guide towards the nozzle of his trusty vacuum cleaner. While the contraption was modified for more... 'peculiar' tasks, it should still be capable of executing its original function. Wasting no time, the nervous plumber got to work, turning the Poltergust on - only to be promptly let down, the smoke turning out to be much more tremendous than expected. Not feeling defeated yet, a second plan materialized in Luigi's mind.  If one Poltergust wasn't enough, why not try adding another one on top of it? Tapping on the glass container that kept the viscous clone of himself safe and contained from any outside harm, he notified his partner to come out and assist him. As requested, Gooigi immediately copied Luigi's actions, the idea turning out to be a success and at last removing the persistent obstacle, ultimately revealing the concealed presence. Just as the anxious plumber thought.  A ghost.  What else was he honestly expecting at this point?  Said spectra was currently preparing some kind of dish that involved roasting a fish in a pan by holding it over the fire of a stove, and so far hasn't noticed the two invaders in his working space - well, that was until the ghostly Chef Cook briefly glanced up. The unexpected guests caused the spirit to be caught off-guard, taking his attention away from his dish that was being slowly pulled towards the ground by gravity. An audible 'plop' followed by a quick glimpse towards the floor and a booming "SACRÉ BLEU!" tore the built up tension at once and startled the plumber while also making him flinch.  "Great, now ze dish is ruined! I swear, I will make monsieur pay for zat!"  Luigi took the advancing of the upset spectra and him swinging his pan threatingly over his head as a sign to get moving, snapping him out of his shocked state. Even with heavy machinery strapped to his back, the terrified ghosthunter still somehow had the ability to barely dodge the oncoming array of continuous attacks that the ghostly Chef Cook was trying to hit him with, but it gradually began to tire him out in the process. As misfortune would have it, the furious spectra eventually landed a forceful strike square across Luigi's head, the impact making the latter blank out and fall onto the solid ground.  After a while, the dazzled plumber steadily returned to his senses and attempted to prop himself up, only to be met with some kind of restriction against his arms, basically incapacitating them. The unknown force in question turned out to be a simple rope tied around his wrists, maintining his appendages above his head and refraining them from moving to much. Scanning his surroundings, Luigi registered that he has been sprawled onto a plain table with a certain spectra looming over him - oh no.  "Well, I said I would make you pay, didn't I? Have you ever heard zat 'Revenge is sweet'?"  Hearing the Chef Cook utter those words out of his mouth with a hint of playfulness, the panicking plumber frantically tugged at his bonds - only to suddenly emit a sharp inhale of air, as two pair of hands found their way onto his stomach and swiftly began to knead it without warning.  "Hahahahahah M-Mahahahahamahahaha-hehehehe-hahaha Mihihihihahahahaha-"  "Aww, look at you, already red as a tomato, and to zhink I haven't even fully started yet.~"  "Pfff-ahahahaha-hehehehehe-hahahahahahaha! S-s-stohohohohohoho-hahahahahahaha-hohohohohohop!" Struggling to keep the bubbling laughter that was building inside of his belly, Luigi let out a varierty of noises ranging from giggling and squeaking to even snorting.  "Whahahahahahahahahahahahaha, p-pleheheheheheh-hahahahaha-hehehehesehehehehe-ahahahahaha s-s-stohohohohohohahahahahap!!"  Concentrating on the hand that was working on his side, the chortling ghosthunter failed to notice the other one that had krept up at the straps of his jumpsuit, unbuttoning them with a swift motion and pulling them down to reveal his chubby tummy. Only after the mischievous spectra removed the shoes of the cackling plumber with his ghostly tail as well, Luigi grasped what was happening to him, changing his blushing face in a much more deeper tint of red.  "Wha-ahahahahahahahihihihihihit-ahahahahahaha, n-n-nohohohohohohohohohohohahahahahahahah!!!"  " 'Orange' you glad zhat we are about to have a lot of fun?~"  "D-dohohohohohoh-hahahahahahahaha-hohohohohohohon't-ahahahahahahahahaha!!!" Giving the flustered plumber no chance to prepare himself, the Chef Cook lazily dragged his spectral appendage against the wriggling soles that were still adorned by the red-white striped socks, setting off now a new set of higher pitched chuckling and wheezing.  "WHFHA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAH-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA D-DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA-HEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAN'T!!!!"  "Oh my, you're really going 'nuts', aren't you?~"  "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"  At this point, the trembling ghosthunter couldn't tell which was worse: The devilish hands scribbling as well as kneading all over his pudgy tummy and on top of that a tail being brushed over his soles while additionally it being poked under his toes occasionally or the terrible food puns that the Chef Cook seems to whip out of nowhere.  "PLEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHASEHEHEHEHEHE, NOHOHOHOHHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHA MOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHA-"  "Stopping? Excusez-moi, monsieur, but zhat is completely off the 'menu'.~... Although, you seem to be kind off getting red zhere... Ah well, must be because you're enjoying yourself zhat much, which means it would be really rude of me to just suddenly stop.~ After all, you wouldn't just laugh without a reason, no?"  "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!" With each passing second, it became more and more of a challenge for Luigi to get any coherrent sentences out of his mouth, the huge intake of air making him progressively lightheaded, his thunderous laughter being reduced to only whimpering wheezing. Besides that, the squirming plumber pretty much gave up on trashing his sensitive body around, his vessel weakly lying against the wodden table and being at the mercy of his attacker. "Ah, 'thyme' 'fries' when you're having fun, doesn't it? Zhis calls for a grand finale zhat will leave you 's-peach-less'.~"  Ceasing the assault, the poor plumber was finally allowed to recover for a moment.  The relief was only short-lived, however, considering Luigi made a dreading realization as to how the spectra positioned himself - way too near to his ticklish stomach.  "Can you guess what my favourite fruit is?"  Oh no, anything but this. "P-p-plehehehehahahasehe-hahaha, n-n-nohohohoho-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"  Planting raspberry after raspberry onto the tender plumber's belly, Luigi burst out with instantanious shrieking, tears now freely rolling down his deep crimson-hued face and his back wildly arching.  "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHA-AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAHAHAA!!!!!!"  "Seems like I've hit a sweet spot, didn't I?"  "WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAH-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHE-HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"  What truly made the ticklish agony worse was the fact that the spectral Cook's moustache kept brushing against the trembling plumber's stomach everytime another raspberry was planted onto him. "MAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAMAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA MIHIHIHIHI-AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAHAHHA-AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!" "I didn't even zthink it was possible to achieve a shade of red this deep and intense.~"  "AHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHA EHEHEHEHEHE-AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAHHHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!" If this keeps up forever, Luigi swears that this is the time he is literally going to die if nobody helps him - wait.  "Whoops - seems like I overdid it."  In front of the ghostly Cook was now laying an unconscious and twitching ghosthunter, the occasional giggle still slipping out of his mouth.  "How unfortuna- WHA-?! HEY!"  In the heat of the moment both individuals have completely forgotten about the jelly-like doppelganger that was standing in the room the whole time, patiently waiting for any commands of his dear friend. Currently, he holding the nozzle of his duplicate Poltergust, flashing the disoriented spectra with bright and piercing light. "I see how it is zhen." The Chef Cook in turn picked up his pan again, swinging it over his head.  "Have at it!"

Hi! Last week you posted that you were going to be opening up the @team-shithead inbox for any questions people have about your ghosthunters series, so something I've been wondering about for a while is what caused John's dreams in the ficlets "july 12," "august 27," and "november 24" that you posted on tumblr a few years ago? No worries if this is too big of a spoiler, you don't have to answer it. :) Anyway, I really love your ghosthunters series, and I hope you have a great day!

H’OKAY. This gets into some major spoilers for not the next long story, but the one after that. Like, I’m basically going to outline the entire plot of it below the cut. If you’d like to not have that story totally spoiled in the event that I do actually write it, you might want to skip reading this post!

The next big story, the one that introduces Angelica and Eliza, I’m going to call Fall One. The one after that I will call Fall Two, just for the sake of making this post easier to follow.

So, building on the last two asks, we’ve established the following:

1. John is sensitive to parapsychic energy and thus has instinctual responses to hauntings which are very helpful in the field but have physical side-effects in his bad headaches.

2. Modern parapsych classification of hauntings is actually wrong--there is, in fact, a type of entity that can cross over from another dimension via tears in our own. These are very rare.

3. Not based on the last ask, but through some of the bonus materials I’ve posted on this blog, you’ve probably noticed that Eliza is a medium, which is a different type of parapsychic ability that allows one to communicate with spirits. She is not, however, working in parapsych--she’s a preschool teacher. But she occasionally uses her ability to assist Angelica in her work, and later, Alex and John and the gang.

In Fall Two, for irrelevant reasons, Alex and Angelica get into a big catty fight that’s loud enough that John and Eliza decide to leave the house and go get lunch in order to avoid it. They decide to walk a back way through the woods to cut up to the main road and discover, while wandering, an abandoned house. They both get a weird vibe from it, which is weird for Eliza, who doesn’t usually pick up on the energy of hauntings the way that John does (though he’s still, at this point, not consciously aware that he has this ability). John suggests they peek inside real quick to see if it’s worth further investigation and Eliza uneasily agrees, mostly because things with her and John are always just slightly awkward and she’s enjoying spending time with him and wants to maintain the camaraderie they have going on this afternoon.

Inside the house, things are immediately bad. The atmosphere is just heavy and wrong and the house is covered in mirrors. As soon as they decide to turn around and leave, they get trapped inside it. Eventually, they get through to someone (Burr, actually--Alex and Angelica are still arguing and Laf and Herc are at some previously established thing) and the gang breaks them out. They head to see Washington to tell him about what happened and start to do some research into the house. Eventually, they put together that the house is connected to the journals that they discovered in everyone must breathe until their dying breath (and figuring out away to make those journals relevant to that story so that I could plant them and have them available for THIS story was fucking wild), the ones about demons and a weird cult. 

Some more research leads them to discover the cult believed in demons/forces from other dimensions and discovered a way to bring them to ours via the use of mirrors. They botched the ritual to send the thing back, however, so now it’s trapped in this weird in between in the house, except that it’s now also tied itself to John and Eliza, who have these parapsychic abilities that make them more open to that kind of connection. 

The gang figures out how the ritual was botched the first time and returns to re-do it correctly. John and Eliza are tasked with a part of it that directly involves the mirrors, and when things go sideways, they’re trapped in a circle of mirrors with this thing (it is visible in a circle of mirrors). John tries to distract it in order to allow Eliza time to finish the ritual, but in the process, the creature tries to pull him into the mirror dimension with it. Eliza is able to save him, but not until after he’s been halfway pulled it.

SO. All of that happens. And part of the consequences of John being pulled into the mirror dimension is that his mind is basically an open channel to these dimensional disturbances. It’s helpful in their work, because he can use that sensitivity to find and deal with these tears in the dimension, but it also means that sometimes, especially in dreams, he picks up on strong emotional currents from other dimensions, especially those that involve him and his family. Like, for example, his death or the death of his husband or son.

And that is where John’s dreams come from, haha

I think all the rest of the questions I have to answer are more plot lite, but thanks for reading all this nonsense so far! If you have more questions, you can keep sending them!

old bnha wip #3 (kacchako)

In which a cheerful witch drags a resentful grouch of a brawler on a sidequest to hunt down spirits across the old sites of the country. It'll be fun, she said. . She never told him exactly what she was running away from.

It’s too late now. Blood drips off the blade that sunk into her, silently. Blood wells from the wound punctured into her, like ink spreading through paper.

The weapon slides out of her. Mouthless, Katsuki watches her body fall. He sees it all too clearly — the light from the flames afford no mercy. As if through treacle, he lunges before she can tumble to the ground.

The assassin looks at him, clearly amused. A snide little smile briefly rolls over their — no, her— face before it disappears. All the while, the strange curved blade glints purple as it soaks up the blood greedily.

The spell breaks as she breaks into a gleeful laugh.

(This is no assassin, now with the way she’s carrying herself. This is a hyena.)

“Get away from her,” His voice finally breaks through.

"Aww, look at you, all pale," she snarls through a wide grin, a finger on her chin, dagger wending through her hair. “I like the way your face looks like now,” said as casually as you please — as if she hadn’t just blotted out the world. The light in it. Ochako’s smile briefly flashes before his eyes and he feels it as keenly as a knife.

As if the world hadn’t stopped turning, when it clearly had for Katsuki.

* “Hey—” Katsuki, who had just been sharpening the blade of his axe, thank you, just started grinding faster.

“Hello, I’m trying to talk to you—” God, this one was not going away.

“What do you want,” he bit out, never stopping in his motion. The scraping screech never stopped. But that didn’t deter the determined smile in this one’s face.

“Quest!” She said it clearly, like the ding of a nail. Just like the fucking blacksmith’s son next door. A scowl foamed from Katsuki. “What does that have to do with me, ha?”

“I’m looking for a partner to go looking for spirits with me,” She cheerily told him in that annoying way like she’s about to rub an elbow in his ribs. “So come questing with me-”

“No.” He didn’t even need to waste his breath. What was he still doing here? At that he started to get up from his slouch on the ground, picking up the whetstone and his weapon.

“Aw, come on, please?” She stepped in front of him, cloak swishing around her ankles, tawdry at the edges.

He stood and glared at her, arms crossed. “I don’t play games, Round-Face.”

He sneered at her, squinting at her gait, trying to work her out. He’d seen her around the village for sure, but who was she again?

She had no clear weapons on her. An utility belt of leather, and a long object bound to her back. His eyes narrowed. One from the mage community then?

She smiled, reading his gaze. “I’m a witch, yes. Would it really kill you to go on one side-quest, Bakugou?”

“I don’t even fucking know your name, or your abilities, or why this should be worth my time,” he snapped, suddenly furious. Not that he wasn’t already simmering at the bit, constantly irritated by all the damn NPCs that kept trying to make small talk with him. “We are not even friends.”

“I’m Uraraka Ochako, remember that thank you. We met just a year ago at the marketplace and our families have traded a few commodities. You know perfectly well what witches can do.” She smiled at him, assured of herself. That pissed him off. Who freaking cared about all these common people’s backstories?

A teasing glint stole into her eyes as she tilted her head a little to the side.“You’re not the first ghosthunting companion I’d want either,” she’d sighed, almost pouting.

“THEN?” He fumed. “What the hell are you doing bothering me?” He almost wanted to strike the rude wench.

“Because you seem like the perfect complement to my abilities, and also!” She pointed a finger at him, making him lean back in distaste. “You’re fierce enough to scare any bad spirits away!”

“CALL ME SCARY, HA?” He gave into the urge to snap, a frown twisting up his face. Clank, goes his axe as he throws it to the ground.

She laughed. She seemed to find it — him, funny. “Yup, exactly like that!”

* There’s no one who can help them in this wilderness. The nearest healer happens to be the one who’s dead right now.

The killer had sauntered away easily enough. Seemed like she'd gotten what she'd wanted.

Mouth dry, Katsuki finally breaks. He screams — finally lets out the hoarse cry that’s been building in his throat since her body flashed in front of him. Holds her up to the light of the fire. But he already knows she’s beyond hope now. Because: “What the fuck, Uraraka?!” How dare she go dying on him? What the hell??

It’s all he can do to hold it together. He’s so angry he doesn’t even know how to begin. (Don’t die for me you nitwit you idiot you round-faced mess of a witch why I’m the warrior in your party?!)

Healers stay in the back, bring up the rear for a reason. And she just did the stupidest fucking thing he's ever heard of in this life.

* “No. I’m focusing on the Main Quest,” he barked. Only two of the scattered Treasures had been recovered in the realm — long ago, the king had issued a proclamation for all young and able to aid in seeking them out. Many of the adventurous had stepped up, for the promise of glory and riches. And of course, immortality.

Travelers and merchants had whispered of various parties of people, bravely searching and fighting come what may, what lies yonder over the forests and mountains.

Here lie dragons, and they were slayed, and the treasure returned.

For what is man without trying to leave a mark, before the waves of time wipe the sands of history clean?

Bakugou Katsuki, son of tailors Masaru and Mitsuki, was singlemindedly determined to be the Greatest Champion of them all.

“Living is just as important,” she chided, steps light beside his, hands swinging side to side as she followed him. Irritated, he increased his pace, but she never backed down.

“Not all of us want to slave away like mindless soldiers for the realm, you know. What would uniting all the Treasures do anyway? Does anyone know?” She squinted at him. “We don’t even know what they look or smell or feel like, most of us common people that is. For all we know it’s faded into myth now,” she continued, turning her palm to stare at its lines.

Aware of his increasing outrage, she turned to look at him with an easy, almost sheepish grin. “Not that I don’t want to, too. I just need to focus on my family first. And that means going on these quests with actual material returns.” She stared at him, awaiting his answer.

* Never told him there was a killer waltzing around waiting to wear her face, what the fuck.

He cradles her face, from the slight gash on her forehead, to the line of her jaw. He’d barely managed to save it.

* spirit quest camp shenanigans “That wasn’t so bad now, right, Bakugou?” The cheery little chit that’s the witch beside him — who dragged them out here in the middle of fucking nowhere in the first place — even has the damned energy to smile. Who the heck huffs a laugh like that while trying to act all patronising — you know what, scratch that thought. He’s met a-plenty who do that. Try to sweeten him up with honeyed words, when looks, material wealth doesn’t impress, doesn’t sway him to their side.

He bites. “That,” he said, “was too fucking tedious.” He shot her the stinkeye as they, of accord, settle down against the cool stone of the temple and start to set up camp. “We’re not done yet, are we,” he snarked, poisonous. He began sorting through the provisions they have on hand — and what loot they’d managed to gather.

Trailing ghosts for their items, ugh. What a waste of time

Let her collect the firewood, he’s had enough of the backbreaking work for today.

* “You know,” she began, out of the blue one day. They had just finished dinner, and she was staring wistfully up at the sky, fingers steepled beneath her chin. “You know what I said before about you not being who I’d choose as a partner? I take that back.”

Katsuki who had just grunted to show he was listening, found himself nearly spluttering. Whether from indignation or of shock he wasn’t sure. “Oh now you do?” What did I do now, his eyebrows knitted, but he couldn’t be bothered to ask.

She smiled at him, almost fond. “Yeah. You,” She began, only to stop again, seemingly at a loss of words.

Katsuki let a smirk spread over his face. “Yeah go on?”

She shot a look at him, almost an eyeroll. “Back then, I decided on you not because of your… lovely personality,” she hid a cough of laughter after a sideeye from him, “but because I decided — I guess I’d unconsciously decided I wanted someone who could watch my back.” She hesitated again, but briefer this time. “Someone who would definitely be able to fight on their own.”

“Basically you wanted to ride someone’s coattails,” he said drolly.

She flushed. “That may be right but all the same, I also knew I wanted to be stronger, so I thought I shouldn’t go for someone too kind. Someone who’d keep kicking me to get better. Someone,” she paused, glancing at him, “I admire a lot, and can work hard with.”

Katsuki felt his face freeze before he launched into a wide, cocky grin. “Oho, you sure are singing my praises today.”

She finally gave in to rolling her eyes. “I was trying to say you’re not so bad after all, despite being a stubborn arse toerag who keeps shouting till all the birds flee from all the explosions you make. So thank you, for coming along.” She finished with a single arch of her eyebrow. “And anyway, you’re pretty funny when you lose your temper, so thanks for the laughs.”

* Dusk is falling. The light paints the clouds orange, as they begin to slow down, breaths shuddering.

They’ve been hunting all day.

They’re somewhere off the beaten path back to the nearest village — the trees tower all around them, and shadows fall fast here. Night is fast approaching. They definitely can’t make it back to the lights of civilisation in time.

The voice is as sudden as it is disconcerting.

“Found you, my little bird~”

Ochako turns, and her face freezes. It’s as if she’s seen a ghost. “You—”

Katsuki doesn’t need to know any more than that. He whips out his weapon and swings it at their head, but—

—as easily as a breath they’ve sidestepped him. A small blade whisks by his cheek, taking some skin off — irritating him even more. He roars and rushes back in, only to be thwarted by this assailant’s constant darting all over the place. “What the fuck—”

“Katsuki!” He dimly hears Ochako cry out through the blood pumping in his head. “Stop! We need to regroup—”

“SHUT UP! I can settle this!” He yells back. What the hell, didn’t she trust him? The sudden annoyance sours within him, fueling his rage, his need to go all out. He swings the blade of his hatchet once more at the head of the attacker, before aiming a punch.

It hits, but he does not count for the momentum of the movement throwing him off-balance for a kilter. It’s enough for them to dart by and—

Katsuki readies his guard—

Only to realise a split-second later that they had never meant to fight him in the beginning.

Ochako gurgles, a pained breath hissing out, hands splayed out for a spell that couldn’t form quick enough. Light crumbles from her fingertips.

* -sequence where with last dying breath ochako transfers lifesource to him- -flashback where ochako uses skill- -katsuki tries to do the same despite knowing she’s gone but he doesn’t know what to do anymore- -he just shuts down after that, the realisation she’s not coming back- -only enough to bring her body back to the parents if close enough-/bury if not ~ "I'll come back for you one day, Katsuki," She singsongs, sickeningly sweet, before she deigns to take her departure. "Remember my name! I'm Toga Himiko!"

He spits after her.

Never. She's a killer, that's all she is.

He throws himself into fighting mindlessly. Katsuki does not deviate from his path of destruction — never thinking of the heart he always tried too hard to run from.

//and since I’m at it I might as well yeet out this fantasy au outline I had for kacchako, was prompted angst, did not get round to writing how they bond and such.

...it was 2018 when I wrote it, pretty unlikely I’ll write it anymore, so enjoy? :D

like looking in a mirror - ao3 link

an au fic in which phantom isn’t what he seems. aka, i take my “what if danny isn’t actually phantom” idea and make it angsty. it got very out of hand, very fast. 

Danny Fenton couldn’t tear his eyes away from the TV. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t. It couldn’t. 

Phantom, they were calling him. Amity Park’s new hero, menace, monster. Whatever you wanted to call him. He wasn’t any of those things to Danny.

Sam couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. “...Is no one going to say it?” 

Tucker shot her a warning look. “Don’t, Sam.”

“What? Isn’t it freaky? That ghost looks just like Danny.” 

“I know,” Danny said, too quietly. Sam had a hundred theories lined up already, but Danny was already standing up before she’d even gotten a chance to speak. 

“...Danny? Where are you going?”

“I’ve got someone to find.” 

The door shut. 

Sam looked to Tucker, incredulous. “Did I strike a nerve? It wasn’t an insult, it’s just- Look at him.” She gestured wildly at the news, still broadcasting footage of Phantom flying across the sky. “It’s not like Danny’s dead. Who the hell is that, and how does he look so similar?”

Tucker hesitated. The idea was almost too awful to contemplate, but Danny had clearly thought the same thing he had when that familiar figure made his way across the screen. He stood up, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

“I don’t blame you for not knowing- It happened before you moved to town. C’mon, I’ll tell you on the way. We should find Danny before he does something stupid.” 

---

For once, his parents’ ghosthunting technology was coming in handy. Danny never believed in this stuff before- honestly, part of him still didn’t,- but somehow, it seemed to work. The machine detected ectoplasm, and Phantom may as well have been a beacon for all the power he gave off. 

This is bullshit, Danny thought, even as he followed it like a compass. 

It led him to- of course it lead him here. The observatory. The project had been abandoned a while back, but the skeleton of the structure remained intact. The metaphor didn’t escape him. On the contrary, it was pretty much punching him in the face. Abandoned telescope, abandoned dreams, abandoned life. 

It wasn’t hard to hop the fence. Okay, it was- It took like, 15 minutes, a few falls and a whole lot of swearing, but he finally made it to the other side. The machine in his hands was beeping faster, like a frantic heartbeat. 

Shut up, he silently willed it. It didn’t.

Making his way carefully through the rusted doors of the place, he couldn’t help but feel a chill. Somehow, he didn’t think it was from the temperature. He turned the machine off and stuffed it into his back pocket- At this point, he didn’t need it to feel the energy radiating off of the place. It was everywhere. Wrapping his arms around himself, he stepped to the middle of the circular room. 

“I know you’re here,” he called. 

No response. 

He gazed up at the unfinished ceiling, narrowing his eyes. “It’s me.” 

Still nothing. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. “James. I know it’s you.” 

Just like that, he felt the energy in the room shift. He still couldn’t see him, but he knew he was there. A quiet voice echoed out from the shadows. 

“...how?” 

“You’ve been all over the news, man. Amity Park’s newest hero, I’m hearing.” 

“not that. how did you know it was me? i’m not exactly... normal looking.”

Danny let out a halfhearted chuckle. “You know we have the same face? Can’t exactly change that with a fancy new hair color.” 

“...”

“...Besides, it’s not like I’d forget my own brother.” 

“...you got me.” 

There he was, finally. A dark shadow right in the corner of Danny’s eye. No- There he was again. More solid, more... real. 

Not by much, but enough. 

“...Hey.”

“...hey.” 

Danny had been thinking this over the whole way here, but everything he’d planned to say seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden. What was there to say? It had been years since it had happened, and part of him still couldn’t accept it had happened at all, even now. It didn’t seem... real. 

Ghosts weren’t supposed to be real. It was supposed to be nothing but the made-up fantasy that got his brother killed. That stupid portal. It was less of a portal and more of an electrocution hazard, which Jazz had pointed out, not that either of them had listened. Not until it was too late, that is. It hadn’t worked. Why his parents had tried again after that, he had no idea, but they had, and now he was here. Against all odds, he was here. 

Meaning he’d been there all this time.

And Danny had left him behind. 

“You look...”

“older?”

“...Yeah.”

“so do you. guess that’s how this works.” 

“Maybe.”

They’d always joked about some psychic twin connection. Danny might’ve made some quip about it now, but the humor he often used to cope was starting to feel hollow. James was here. Not alive, but here. What the hell was he supposed to say?

“I... missed you.” 

“i know. i missed you too.” 

“Why didn’t you come home? I had to see you beating up ghosts on the news to realize you were back. Could’ve said hello.” 

There was humor in those glowing green eyes, but not much. “think i didn’t try? mom and dad had a nice hello waiting for me in the form of big ol’ ectoguns.” 

“...Oh.”

“yeah.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“it’s not your fault.” 

“Not just about this, about- About everything. That stupid dare. Not... Not looking for you out there.” 

The phantom’s form solidified a little more, just enough to see that familiar smirk on his face. 

“what, you think you should’ve summoned the dead just to bring me back? doesn’t work like that, buddy. you probably would’ve just gotten a demon.”

“It’s just...” Danny’s voice wavered a little, and he took a deep breath. “It’s just not fair. Why you? Why’d this have to happen to you? You’re back now, but you’re still...” He swallowed, trying to hold back the tears that had been threatening to spill the entire time. “You’re still...”

Denial was the only thing standing between Danny and a full-on mental breakdown. He’d figured it was an impostor. If not that, a coincidence. If not that, some weird dream. A hallucination. Ghosts weren’t supposed to be real. James was gone. 

And yet, here he was. 

“Why aren’t you angry? It was my dumbass idea, and you’re the one that kicked the bucket. You should be pissed as hell. You should hate me.” 

“...”

Danny’s voice was shaking. His shoulders, too. James drifted a little closer, concern making its way onto his ethereal face.

“Why don’t you hate me?” 

Everything went cold. For a moment, Danny thought he’d been dunked in cold water, until he noticed the gloved arms wrapped around his shoulders. James had made it the rest of the way across the room, and was hugging him as tight as one could when they weren’t fully tangible. Danny froze, then slowly lifted his arms to return the hug. James seemed to be getting more solid by the moment, and now that there was a shoulder there to cry on, Danny did. He let it all out- The repressed guilt, the self-hatred, the sadness, the loss. He cried until he couldn’t anymore. James stayed there, solid as a ghost could be. 

“...maybe i was a little pissed at first,” he spoke softly, after what seemed like forever. “okay, a lot pissed. it was a dumb idea, and a dumb portal. but i had a lot of time to think about it while i was gone. lots of ghosts get so pissed and so sad that they just lose themselves completely. go nuts. turn into a big ol’ murder monster or whatever. i didn’t want to be... that, especially not when i knew you were out there probably hating yourself enough for both of us. besides... you’re my twin, dude. i don’t think there’s anything you could do to make me hate you. so i learned to live with it, y’know? well... not live with it, but you get what i’m saying.” 

“...Kind of,” Danny sniffled.

Phantom pulled away from the hug and grinned. “what i’m saying is that i’m okay, danny. it’s okay. i’m back. and besides- you know what i can do now? check it out.” He raised a hand, which immediately began to glow. In his palm, tiny, glowing green stars began to form. It seemed to be taking a little bit of effort, but after a while, he clapped his hands together and then raised them, letting the stars loose. Throughout the observatory an ectoplasmic galaxy soared around them, and James’ face was full of light. He looked... happy. 

“see? isn’t it sick?” 

“Y-Yeah, I guess so,” Danny chuckled, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “Guess being a ghost has a few perks, huh?” 

“yeah.” Phantom smiled, then gave a small sigh. “listen. don’t tell mom and dad, okay...? they won’t... get it.” 

“Are you sure...?”

“big ol’ ectoguns, danny.” 

“Fair point. I’m... sorry.” 

“holy shit, danny.” James smacked him lightly in the shoulder. “stop apologizing!”

“Sorry!” Another smack. “Ow! Okay, okay, I get the point!”

“good.” He looked like he was about to say something else, but a sudden chill came over the room, even worse than before. James looked suddenly agitated, and soared quickly to the window. The stars vanished. “listen, i really wanna catch up more. like, you have no idea, i missed you so bad. but i wasn’t the only ghost the portal let out. there’s lots more, and they’re mean, and i’m pretty sure there’s a new one out there right now. i better go make sure they don’t kill anybody else.” 

“You don’t have to do it all by yourself.”

“i’m the only one of us who doesn’t have to worry about getting killed. i’ll see you later, okay?” 

“Wait-”

“i won’t disappear, promise. show me all the pokemon games i missed when i get back.” 

And with that, he was gone. The room was suddenly several degrees warmer, but emptier, too. Danny wasn’t sure how long he was standing there before a voice from behind him made him jump.

“DANNY!”

“Ack! Sam?”

Upon leaving the observatory, there they were- Sam, pacing around and calling. Tucker, lying facedown in front of the fence, clearly having messed up his footing.

“Danny! There you are,” she exclaimed, jogging over as Tucker managed to get to his feet. “We were worried you were going to get possessed.” She hesitated. “I’m sorry about before, by the way. I didn’t know.”

“Are you alright?” Tucker asked, finally having made his way over. 

“Not really,” Danny replied.

He’d spent the last few years feeling like half of a pair. It had always been Danny and James, Danny and James, Danny and James, until one day it was suddenly just Danny. But now... now? 

His missing half wasn’t missing anymore. Different, yes. Weird, for sure. Probably just as annoying as he’d ever been. But not missing. 

Danny glanced over his shoulder, back at the empty observatory. It didn’t seem so foreboding now. 

“...But I think it’s gonna be okay. Eventually.” 

More Than Blood 1: A New Life

This is a Harry Potter and Danny Phantom Crossover. A shout out to @alwaysnumberonetruth for helping out with some minor details. 

Snow fell around his body; his body slowly bleeding out. Green mixed with red; or was it red mixing with green? He doesn't know, all he knew was that the rest of his half-life was slowly draining away from his body. Beside him, the boy saw his team- made up of his best friends and sister were on his left. He knew they were freaking out on what to do, but there was nothing that they could do; it was his time to leave this world. He was okay with that; he felt his time here was no longer needed, now there was a group of skilled and knowledgeable ghosthunters. If he was able to turn his head to the right without pain consuming his mind; he would be able to see his clone made cousin.

She was his favorite person by far in this world. He loved all of his friends and family, but something about Danielle made him feel whole and complete. He wondered if she felt the same about him.

His cousin looked exactly like him; despite her being a girl. She had his messy raven black hair that never seemed to want to be tamed, she often had her hair in a high ponytail- with her bangs hanging in her face. Her bangs often hid one of her icy blue eyes, always the left eye. Even her ghost form matched his own, only their outfits were different. In their ghost form, their hair would change from pitch black to snow white as their eyes went from an icy blue to being a radioactive green.

Danny knew he wasn't going to make it; not with the fatal wound that he had gained from his parents. They found his ghost half flying by the high school and took a shot with a ray that had blood blossoms mixed in with their usual ecto-rays. He wasn't the only one though, Danielle- his cousin- had also been hit by the very same blast as it went through his body. Now, here he laid in the cold snow mixed with his and Danielle's blood. Had there not been blood blossoms they probably would have been able to live, but it wasn't the case here. They had just come back from fighting with Pariah Dark- sealing him away in a new coffin that Clockwork had made for Pariah specifically- and throwing him into the edge of time.

"Danny," a blur shouted at him, "Danielle. Don't you dare die on us now!"

What he wouldn't give to listen to that order, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't be fulfilled. His body was beginning to feel much lighter than normal; almost as if he was about ready to fly. That familiar sensation he gets when he is just about to release himself from the ground and gravity.

"Kids," he heard a firm voice call out to them, "get away from those ghost scum."

"No," another voice shouted, "don't you dare close your eyes!"

Were they not listening to the adults? The adults were calling out to them with anger and hatred as they tried to get the group of teenagers to leave Danny and Danielle.

"They are loosing too much blood!"

"Blood?"

"Ghosts don't have blood."

"What do we do?"

"Keep them from closing their eyes."

Was he closing his eyes? He couldn't tell. Maybe they were talking about Danielle? Suddenly, a weight lifted from where the pain was- flowing through the rest of his body. He felt nothing, yet he felt every pain that he had ever felt in his life. Screams ripped from his lips; beside him, he knew that his cousin was going through the same as he was if her screams were anything to go by. As soon as the feeling began did it leave.

A flash of swirling green appeared around him. His body felt as if it was becoming smaller and weaker- beside him he saw that Danielle was de-aging into a baby. Was that what was happening to him?

                                    Everything is as it should.

When Danny looked around himself, he saw that he and Danielle were in a black room. Or that was what he thought. The space they were in was swelteringly hot, it was close to being unbearable, but he couldn't do much other than letting out a few pathetic whimpering cries, soon being echoed by Danielle. A light then poured inside of whatever it was that they were in; causing him to cry out in pain at the harsh light that met his eyes. After his eyes adjusted to the light the faces he saw looked down at them surprised to see the two of them. The man had untidy black hair, behind those round glasses were hazel eyes and a bit of a five o'clock shadow. The woman had light skin, thick, dark auburn hair that fell to her shoulders; and almond-shaped, bright green eyes.

"James?" The woman was trying to see what was inside what the man was looking into. She seemed to be worried.

"Babies," was what the dark-haired man whispered to the woman.

"Well," the woman rushed to the box that the babies were inside of, "bring the dears in. We don't want them to get a heatstroke out here."

James did as his wife told him wondering why there was a box with two small babies inside them on such a bright and hot day. Maybe the letter that was bundled around the smaller one would give him and Lily a clue as to what had happened. Why these children were on his doorstep; inside a box no less. James grabbed the envelope that was on the light purple blanket that was underneath the babies.

                                    To whoever is reading this,

Hello, I am Elizabeth Fenton, but I am more commonly known as Lizzy- the muggle mother of the babies. If you are receiving this letter then it would mean I am dead. I bet you're wondering how I know this. Truth is, it would either have to do with my husband or the townspeople- for giving birth to 'devils'.

I am so sorry to drop my babies off on you as I had, but I cannot care for these children.

Now that you know the truth, I will explain why I dropped Danielle and Daniel with you. Daniel James Fenton is the oldest of the twins, as his sister Danielle Lily Fenton. By the way, their birthday is on July fifth. When they turn eleven in nine years they should be getting a letter from Hogwarts- or so I was told. They are magical, but there is a small problem I seem to have with them, they seem to be able to go through walls; fly, and disappear.

Honestly, they kind of remind me of the ghosts' here where I live. Now that I think about it, maybe that's why they call my kids devils'- their powers reminding them of the ghosts' in the town. I hope it is normal for magical babies to have those powers. I wouldn't know and my friend said they couldn't say anything to me because I wasn't an immediate family member.

Anyway, why I gave them to you. You see, their father would kill them because he knows nothing of the magic world- I don't either but that is beside the point. I have a feeling that if I kept my children they would end up dead- I would have handed him to the authorities, but he is a police officer in my town. It wouldn't work out in my favor. Plus, he has the entire village on his side, so I rather not take my chances. My friend- who had helped me learn how to raise the babies, she knows what they are and promised me to take them to a safe place- she knows who you are and where you live, I told her that she should take them to you. If I was still alive I would be with them as soon as I could- I would have divorced my husband and left this retched town. If I was dead, I told her to place the letter in the bag and leave.

Whether or not she stayed was up to her.

I'm sorry for the short notice as well as the trouble I have given to you. Please make sure they know I love them and I will never forget them.

With hope,

Lizzy.

James had so many questions that he wished he could get answered, but sadly he wouldn't be able to attain those answers. Despite not having much information, James knew he wouldn't turn these kids away from him.

Lily and James spent the next two months becoming more used to being parents to three children- who were all magical. They got used to Daniel and Danielle's extra powers- thought they did send letters to their old Headmaster to keep him informed of the happenings of their niece and nephew, Dumbledore was very much intrigued and had asked to meet them.

When he met Danny and Danielle- they were just learning how to walk. Danielle had often been a faster learner than her brother, but Danny made up for it by learning how to speak first. On this day, Danny had frozen Dumbledore's wand on accident, and when the adults tried to figure out how to melt the ice, but they soon learned the ice wasn't going to be going anywhere. It wasn't until Danielle had sat on the older wizards lap and began to play with the wand that the ice melted.

Danielle had sneezed and let a small fire catch on the Edler wand- the fire stayed on the ice. Dumbledore almost put the fire out until he noticed the ice was beginning to melt.

"Interesting," Dumbledore breathed in amazement. His blue eyes sparkled as he picked up the twins with a levitation spell. "They are a rare being, indeed."

"Do you know what they are," Lily asked with a small frown. "As you've read in our letters, they have more powers other than accidental magic."

Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, Missis Potter, but I am just as clueless as you are."Lily smiled sadly, but they went back to watching as the children played for a while longer.

Within the next month, Lily and James had died by the hands of a very evil wizard; Lord Voldemort didn't care who he had to eliminate to get what he wanted. What Voldemort wanted more than anything was to live forever and to have all humans and mudblood's to die. They didn't belong in his world. Luckily, when he tried to kill all three toddlers- after he had killed that filthy mudblood, of course- his death curse had rebounded off of each of the children and ended him.

A scar was placed on each of the toddlers. They all had a lightning bolt on their foreheads. Harry's was normal compared to the glowing green scars on Danny and Danielle, but he was the only one who was able to see the difference in color. It was then Harry spent the next nine years with the Dursley's in a small town known as Little Whinging. Danny and Danielle had been sent to live with the Weasley's in the burrow.

While Harry was living there, he was placed in the closet under the staircase.

"You make a mess, you clean it," Petunia hissed when he reached five-years-old. She stopped paying for a babysitter to watch when Harry had turned five.

Danny and Danielle learned all they could about the magic world, Danny would even send Harry letter's to inform him of what he learned as well. Molly Weasley- their adopted mother- had a cloaking spell on the paper so only Harry could see the real letter as well as sending a pre-cloaked paper for him to use. He enjoyed helping Harry learn about the wizarding world, it felt as if he was helping Harry in more ways then one.

When they all turned eleven they received a letter to go to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Molly- who had two separate keys for a volt for the two and a letter- walked off to bring her kids as well as Danny and Danielle to Diagon Alley.

                                           Danny and Danielle,

I know you don't know who I am, but my name is Charles Work. I am your Uncle. I have kept a close watch on you and I am happy to see you have been put with the Weasley's. This volt has more money than necessary, so don't worry about having to take too much.

From what I have seen, you will ignore my statement so if you feel it is necessary then you may replace what you take if you get a job.

                                         Good luck at Hogwart.

                                                 ~CW~

"We'll pay for everything, Missus Weasley," Danielle said as she saw just how much money was in their volt. "I am sure our uncle wouldn't mind." Molly had been happy to hear these words, but she refused it. "How about we pay for the wands at least?"

So they did, Ron was happy to have received a new wand from Ollivander's instead of having to use his older brother's. It was fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair. When Olivander had Danny and Danielle try for theirs, it was such a challenge to find the right wands for them that it took an hour at most to find the right wands- but they did in the very end. Danny had gotten Pheonix feather, yew wood, and was twelve and a half inches- it was very flexible. Danielle's was made of thestral hair, vine wood, it was thirteen inches in length- very springy.

When they had been sorted, Danielle had been sorted into Ravenclaw as Danny had been sorted into Slytherin. Danny hadn't been amused by how everyone in the other houses would treat him. Though, despite not being in the same house Danny got along with Harry and his friends and kept his close bond with Danielle.

The first three years at Hogwarts Danny and Danielle hadn't interacted much with the other students outside of Ron, Harry, and Hermione. Though, that hadn't meant that they didn't help Harry with his crazy adventures having to deal with Voldemort. First, with the sorcerers stone, then with the diary that was controlling Ginny. Not to mention that the spirits that reside in Hogwarts seem to know Danny and Danielle- calling them both the Bane of Pariah. By the time their third year came around a man, by the name of Sirius Black, had escaped from Azkaban. Harry thought that the man had come to finish him off, but really the man was framed for a crime he hadn't committed. That same year was the year of the Tri-Wizard Tortiment where Hogwarts was the host for that year. Voldemort had also been resurrected after he had killed one of Hogwarts students in front of Harry.  

Now Danny wonders what else there was that Hogwarts had for him and Danielle.

Last night, I dreamt I was in a horror game. It was sort of a mix of phasmaphobia, a hidden object game and deep story mode.

The story was that my family owned a large plot of land and forest and it was haunted. The hoouse used to be some sort of factory or the like a long time ago, but the factory has been turned into a house which we lived in. My family was cursed with death and deaths happen in each and every generation.

Apparently I had an older brother who died at a young age and my parents don’t like to talk about him. My dad or mom used to have a brother who was planning to build a suger facotry on the other side of the lake, but he was killed by two hooligans. The police just brushed it off as manslaughter.

There was a lot of ghosts in the house and around the land and as the players, we walked around (think we were ghosthunters) and tried to figure out the history of the place and see ghosts.

You could get several endings. In the first run through, I got the “normal” ending which was left open as “It could’ve been ghosts, it could’ve been our imagination”. To get the others, you needed to collect black and white hearts. (you could also upgrade your character with the hearts to make the game easier) Having too many black hearts would give you the bad ending. If you had all the white hearts, you would get the good ending.

To collect the hearts you had to find skulls and flowers. By finding a skull, you would get a black heart. Sometimes you could just find the skulls, other times you needed to solve a puzzle/experience something scary to be able to find it.

Getting the white hearts was much harder. You would always have to solve a puzzle(at least most of the time), pick a flower that’s in the same “scene” as the skull and THEN click on the skull. The flowers themselves was quite hard to find. The skulls was way easier.

I don’t know how the other endings went, as when I woke up, I was still in progress of collecting the white flowers.

Homeless au Point 3

Amity park was in chaos.

The fact that Daniel Fenton had disappeared was just a small part of it. Because before now ghosts had only been spoken of in campfire stories and, on the occasion, history books (spirits had made an appearance before in their small corner of the world).

Now they were spoken of in school, during lunch breaks at work, and even more in fire and police departments as they discuss what to do to ensure the safety of the town.

It had started with mindless ghost attacks but soon after a clearly sentient ghost had appeared to ward these monsters off. They'd have a showdown and no matter how banged up the white haired ghost would get, he'd keep going until the other surrendered. This ghost looked like a teen and had shown up closely after Danny Fenton's disappearance.

Speaking of, Maddie and Jack had freaked out when the school called about an absent student and their son hadn't come home the next day. They asked his friends, his sister, looked through his stuff for any kind of clue but could not figure out where he'd gone or what had happened.

They blalantly ignored what the students and teacher from Danny's last class told them. About how the boy had fallen into some kind of depression. How quiet he was. It was almost unsettling. How he'd just up and left the last class. They wouldn't believe his friends when they came up to them, very afraid, and revealed that the tired boy had told them he was unhappy with his life.

No. They needed some REAL conclusions to jump to. GHOSTS. Danny's disappearance was the fault of ghosts. It had happened only a month after the ghost portal started working and ghosts started appearing. Danny lived way too close to the ghost world. He'd payed for it and they would find him. But they couldn't let the same thing happen again.

Jazz was sent away. She finished school even sooner than was planned at first and left to college.

There. One child was safe. Now to find the other. The Fentons hurried to make a vehicle and launch themselves into the green void in their basement. Nobody knows what they see on the other side but the two ghost hunters spent more time in that flip dimension than on Earth.

The villagers know they won't find their lost son though.

Nobody talks about it but they would look at the ghostly teen flying around town with sadness and compassion.

The teen ghost hadn't told them a name but everyone called him Danny.

He didn't correct them.

Danny had never felt more alive.

Now that he had left his old life he was so much better. He had to settle first, though. He hadn't taken anything from his room or even any belongings other than what he was wearing and didn't dare go back to get anything. He didn't want to bump into his parents and have to explain himself. Moreover, he didn't want any of his old stuff.

The first two nights he spent in the small forest nearby. It wasn't much of a forest. It was a field of grass with a few trees here and there. It was perfect stargazing spot, but the animals got very loud, especially the crickets.

He spent daytime practicing his ghost powers. By now he'd encountered a few ghosts. And he realized how much he didn't about them.

One time he'd spotted one in the field. He'd been sitting there in between the long grass. And at one point it was just. There.

They'd stared at each other for some time. Danny could only see the head. It glowed softly, but the grass was so thick and tall he couldn't see the rest of the body. But he knew it was gigantic. Like. A grass plain dragon. It would've been terrifying. Danny only felt calm as he looked at the slitted eyes of the giant snake. It disappeared.

These encounters showed Danny what ghosts could do. What he could do. He practised and learned. He thought he'd find his limit very soon. After all, he wasn't a giant dragoneske creature. He was a child.

But the more abilities he saw, the more he obtained.

It was after the second night, when he'd figured out invisibility, that he dared go back in town. Danny spent hours walking around, looking at everyone, wondering.

He was free.

He could do what he wanted.

Whatever he wanted.

But.

What did he want?

This is how he spent the third day. He very much enjoyed watching people go on their business. Sometimes he walked around as a ghost. However he didn't show his face again until he figured out how to fly because of the weird looks he got. He figured they were scared of him. All he wanted was for them to feel safe with him.

He'd never felt this way before. This place. It was his. And he didn't want anything bad to happen to it.

Danny supposed this is what it felt like to be a ghost. To think like a ghost. He felt like he could connect more with ghosts he encountered. But there was still something that separated him. He was different.

He wasn't as...fixated on one thing as them. Wasn't grounded with one set of powers. He had other dreams than what his ghost half told him to do. He didn't only want to protect. He wanted to play, look at the stars, talk to people. He was still a social being. He needed at least a bit of social interaction. Unlike ghosts, who were loners by nature.

He was still different. Just as in his human life. But he wasn't an outcast anymore. This time, he knew his place.

The fourth night Danny slept in an empty apartment that hadn't been rented yet. His neighbours upstairs had children and eventually they got too loud for him and his sensitive hearing so he found a house for rent a few streets down.

He didn't see his parents often. When they spotted him they would look at him with narrowed eyes until he flew away. He didn't know wether they were angry at him or just saw him as an experiment.

He'd also watch search parties look for him or his body. He watched as they stopped and eventually declared him dead.

Danny snorted. As if they could decide whether he was dead or alive.

He watched astonished when his school held a small memorial for him. They taped a picture of him on a tree in school grounds and placed many candles around it. They didn't hold anything big. Sam did a small speech, which had Danny crying. Tucker was there as well, but he didn't talk to anyone or anything. Students threw some flowers they'd picked from school. Then they were gone.

Danny stayed. He stood there invisibly, staring at his memorial. It was the closest thing he'd probably get for a tomb. He knew how his parents were.

The ghsot boy didn't move as teens from all ages came back during breaks and left something behind. Some asked about Danny and the boy wasn't surprised to hear the first thing to come from the others' mouths was that he was the son of those ghosthunters. The ghost kid, one called him.

What did surprise him was when a group came and placed a blurred picture of his ghost, white haired, glowing self under the tree. They didn't say anything, but looked around as if expecting him. Then they left.

And Danny stood there.

He stood there as the wind picked up and blew a few candles out and the rain started. He frowned up at the sky. This it wouldn't touch. This was his. This here under the tree.

The ghost boy didn't know how long he had been standing there when the final bell rang. Students ran out to get in the cars or on their bikes.

One of them, though, only waved another off before trudging towards the tree. They didn't seem to care they were getting soaking wet, but continued walking until they saw a figure by the memorial. They stopped. Then picked up the pace.

The moment they took a step under the tree everything stopped.

There was no rain, no wind and no time when the person stared at the back of the boy standing in front of the memorial. The candlelight reflecting the dry grass. Some of the candles lit up green instead of yellow.

Everything made it seem like he had entered another reality. It had to be. Because there was no way.

"Danny?"

The teen turned and froze.

"Tucker."

It was a breathless reply and echoed as if they were in a cave.

Tucker couldn't compute. His mainframe was glitching and nothing processed. Because what he saw didn't add up.

It was Danny. Plain old Danny. Coal black hair. Pale face. Light blue eyes. As if he hadn't changed. As if he had never left. As if he had never been declared dead.

It was Danny. But it wasn't.

Tucker ran and slammed into the boy, throwing them both to the ground in a crying, confused, overjoyed pile of reunited friends.

Amity Park wasn't a nice place to live. But nobody ever left. Because it was a safe place to live.

Ghosts came and went. Some very violent. Some out to get control of the humans. There was a lot of colateral damage. Streets had holes. Stoplights were bend ninety degrees. Trees were burnt off.

But you could walk with headphones, looking at your phone in the middle of a squabble between ghosts and not have to worry about a thing.

The ghost vigilante of Amity did everything to his ability to make sure nothing happened to Amity's citizens. And boy, his ability went far. He was a very powerful specter and when the people thought they'd seen it all he would pull another power out of his sleeve.

They loved him. He'd hang around town and talk with the people as they went to work or school. He'd stop by the bakery and they'd throw him some bread. Oftentimes he'd stay and talk. If there was no danger he'd have too much free time in his hands, he said.

He was a nice kid. He was a powerful kid.

His aura was that of a shield. A warm hug. Protection. They wouldn't feel safer anywhere else.

New people who moved in wouldn't say the same. Some stayed anyways. Ghosts made for an interesting life.

Despite all the ghosts flying about, Casper High was still circulating with ghost stories.

They told of the ghost dog that had appeared a few times. According to legend, it was a werewolf. And if you'd believe stories Ember McClain, a known ghostly rock star, was the ghost of what Avril Lavigne had wanted to be. And if you listened to that girl from fifth grade all the ectopi wanted was to get to the ocean.

But if there was one story nobody doubted. The oldest ghost story since the start of the haunting.

It was about the son of two ghosthunters. An outcast. A weird kid, they said. Neglected by his parents and low on the social ladder he committed suicide. It happened right after the first ghost attacks. And some believe this was what saved the boy. For he somehow found the will, the power to stay behind in a world that he detested. He despised. He became a ghost. But fear not because this isn't a scary story. It won't keep you from sleeping. It won't make you check all dark corners in fear.

Because this boy stayed behind to protect Amity Park.

Danny phantom was the hero of Amity Park.

The Last Swap

Part 5: Virgil

(Good morning wonderful people!)

The swap. Every year Virgil had to buy new eyeshadow and foundation to match the skin of his new body. He had to rip holes in the jeans of whoever he now was, if they weren’t there already. He had to get accustomed to the new street corner he was on, which was frustrating at times. He had to see what little possessions he had, and roll with it.

Or he had to every other year of the swap. This year, after the horrible sense of vertigo, Virgil had woken up in a bed. And he’d smelled food coming from below him. He realized he owned a bakery! Which was slightly problematic, considering he had no clue how to bake. But what he did know was whoever had been in this body before definitely did. He hoped that whoever was in his old body now had liked the blanket he found for them. He didn’t particularly like it, but he hoped whoever lived on that street corner now did. He hoped he was somewhere close to Roman’s flower shop. Well, Logan’s flower shop, this year. It was… strange to say the least, seeing Logan in Roman’s body. Virgil, who had been silently crushing on Roman for years, found it odd how different Logan and Roman were. Seeing Logan in Roman’s true body was strange. Virgil just took what he was given, true, but Roman hardly cared about what he looked like at any given time. Virgil loved Roman’s body and his personality, however. It was the reason he kept coming back to the flower shop. He was so much like his brother, but better in every possible way. He made Virgil glad he had run away. But no matter what he did, Virgil couldn’t get Roman to notice him. It might have been because he did tend to come off as sarcastic and dry most of the time, but Roman either ignored him or was annoyed with him. It didn’t help that Virgil was a huge Disney fan, which Roman didn’t appreciate for some reason.

Virgil stood and looked in the mirror in the bathroom. Everything was disorganized, but in a way that made Virgil think that the guy who used to live here probably had a system, but no one knew what it was except for him. Looking in the slightly dusty mirror, Virgil saw he had messy, dusty, and light brown hair plastered across his face. He had a chubby face, complete with freckles and round glasses. His teeth were pearly white and his eyes were a shimmering blue. He was short, unfortunately.

He walked back to the bedroom, which had pastel blue walls and white accents. He grabbed a blue polo and put it on, since it was the closest clothing item to him, then threw on some khakis. Spotting a gray cardigan, he slung it over his shoulders. The angle he slung it at, however, caused one of the arms to get stuck hanging over his other shoulder. He left it for the time being and looked back in the mirror. He liked the gray accent, actually. But cardigans at least got tied around the waist… For fun, Virgil tied the sleeves together around his shoulders. For some reason, he could pull it off. It looked quirky and fun, even. Maybe Roman would like the new look. Over all, Virgil thought he looked pretty cute this year. But he’d still find some foundation to hide the freckles, find some black eyeshadow to put under his eyes, rip the jeans, ditch the cardigan, and dye his hair black. Eventually. Just not right now.

Well now it was August 5th, and he still hadn’t done it. Way to procrastinate, Tempest. He’d been learning to bake to keep up the business, but he’d also figured out that Logan and Roman were about a two hour drive from where he was. Talk about good luck. He could’ve ended up anywhere, but he only ended up a town or two over from them. He was planning to close the shop for a bit and go see them soon. Maybe also find the sucker in his new body, who knows?

As of this moment, Virgil was perfectly content. But if he had to have a question to search for answers about, it would be about the life he ran away from. Mostly when it was going to come back to haunt him. Virgil knew about the loophole. He used it, too. Virgil was a lot older than he looked. “Deceit”, as the mage called himself, had told him about it when he cast the spell so long ago. Virgil was a prince then. Deceit had wanted Virgil to be by his side forever, so he had let Virgil stay with him. Eventually he grew tired of waiting for Virgil to realize his feelings for him and confessed, asking Virgil to be his forever. Virgil, like a coward, got scared. He ran away.

Now he was just desperately hoping nothing bad would happen because of that.

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Theory on Hellbent/MSA

All right, so after sleeping on it, putting a lot of thought into it, and seeing the other theories bouncing around, here are my theories on the two plots going on in the Mystery Skulls Animated videos.

Lewis and Arthur

Arthur and Lewis were the best of friends. They had known each other for a very long time, were downright inseparable, and always had each other’s backs. Lewis might have even offered Arthur a part-time job at his family’s restaurant, as we can see Arthur leaning against the counter in one of the flashbacks.

However, one day, Lewis met Vivi, and everything changed. The two hit it off right away, and they fell in love hard. They began spending more and more time together, and Lewis always seemed to be more excited to see Vivi than he ever had with Arthur.

As a result, Arthur started becoming a third wheel. Of course Lewis still thought of Arthur as his best friend, but with more time being devoted to his new girlfriend, Arthur felt less and less included, becoming more standoffish around them. 

Vivi had an extreme interest in ghosthunting and the paranormal, and while Lewis was all too happy to join Vivi in her adventures, Arthur was a bit of a coward, and had no real interest in hunting down paranormal things that could easily kill him. Nevertheless, Lewis, being a stand-up guy, still wanted to include his best friend in his new adventures, and remembering that Arthur was a skilled mechanic and good with electronics, suggested that Arthur bring his van and act as the team’s new tech guy/mechanic. Arthur still wasn’t interested in ghosthunting, and in the flashback in Ghost, you can see him sitting in the backseat looking rather dejected while Lewis, Vivi, and Mystery are having a good time, but he still came along anyway to support his friend.

Then the cave incident happens. Arthur is possessed by whatever that green presence is in the cave, Lewis is killed, and in that moment, Arthur and Vivi’s memories of Lewis’s death are wiped, Mystery bites Arthur’ s possessed arm off, and they somehow get away as Lewis bleeds out.

Lewis, dying, saw his life flash before his eyes. He sees Arthur become more distant from him after he met Vivi. However the shock of his death and the fact that he knows he saw Arthur kill him fills these memories with a purple-tinged haze of rage that caused him to see Arthur’s distance and standoffishness as jealousy; as Arthur wanting Vivi for himself and not being afraid to murder Lewis to have her for himself. In this rage-filled realization, Lewis came back as a wraith, hellbent (pun intended) on getting revenge on what he sees as a massive betrayal.

However, in reality, Arthur holds no romantic feelings towards Vivi, nor hard feelings towards Lewis. Arthur felt lonely when Lewis started hanging out more with Vivi, but Lewis was still his best friend. Sure, he felt left out, but he could see that Vivi made Lewis the happiest he’d ever been in his life, and Arthur would never want to make his friend unhappy. In fact, after the cave incident, when Vivi and Arthur in their amnesiac states assumed that Lewis had somehow gone missing, Arthur is all too happy to team up with his friend’s love in an attempt to hunt Lewis down, as seen by the computer log in Freaking Out. Arthur and Vivi may have become better friends in the duration, as they now have a connection between each other. He even saves Vivi from Wraith Lewis in Ghost, even though he himself is terrified of the spirit, because he knows that that’s what Lewis would have done and what he would have wanted. Lewis of course, only sees this action as Arthur once again taking his love from him.

When Lewis finally catches Arthur and puts his revenge in to action, it is only when Arthur says his name that Lewis realizes that Arthur didn’t remember what he had done, and regrets his actions.

Shiromori and Mystery

Now here’s an interesting development. From Shiromori’s flashbacks in Hellbent, we see Mystery finding a lone flower in the middle of a dying wood, bleeding on it, and then fighting a young samurai. What I found interesting in these flashes is that while Lewis himself appears in his flashbacks, Shiro, at least how she is now, does not show up in her flashbacks. Given this, here’s what I think. This one might be a bit more wild.

Shiromori is the young samurai. When Mystery found the lone flower desperately growing in the dying wood, in either a show of mercy, desire, or shits and giggles (kitsunes are tricksters after all), he decided to infuse the flower with his blood, resulting in Shiromori, in the form of the samurai.

Now what I believe happened is that Shiromori was made and instructed as Mystery’s bodyguard, his loyal samurai to stand by his side and protect him from harm. However, this relationship was less like a shogun and his samurai and more like a vampire with his ghoul. In some stories, ghouls are made when a vampire allows them to drink their blood, granting them power in exchange for the ghoul’s servitude. Mystery would periodically give Shiro some of his blood, and that is what kept her going as a human. However, this results in a dark, obsessive sort of relationship, with Mystery’s blood being the addictive nectar that keeps Shiro loyal to him.

At some point, either Mystery slowed or stopped his blood payment to Shiro, or she decided that her usual stipend just wasn’t enough. She snapped, and decided to kill Mystery herself so she could have all of his blood for herself. However, somehow, Mystery managed to escape from her, and ran away across the globe, eventually disguising himself as a dog and finding sanctuary with Vivi, a young woman with a great interest in myth and the paranormal, as well as a family history of traditional Japanese wards and protections (she has a Japanese protective paper ward on the bat she smacks Shiro with).

Shiro, however, never stopped hunting Mystery. She still thirsts for the kitsune’s blood, and so tracks him across the planet. She is in a state of mad withdrawal, and as a side effect to not having had any of the blood for such a long time, has started turning back into a plant. She’s desperate to maintain herself, and so when she finally catches on to Mystery’s scent through Lewis’s energy, that old bloodlust returns.

When she finally catches up with Mystery, and Vivi gives her a home run smack straight to the head, she briefly sees Vivi in front of Mystery as herself; as an echo of the competent, deadly bodyguard that she once was. And on seeing this, she is even more outraged at Mystery, as not only did he ditch her all those years ago and leave her in the throes of withdrawal, he also replaced her. Shiro thinks that Mystery has gotten himself a new thrall, and how could he, when she, Shiro, was so loyal to him for all those years?! How could he replace her with this no-name woman with a minor ward attached to a bat? This outrage and fury only makes her bloodlust worse, and that is why she is dead-set on killing Vivi first.

the ghosthunter of nekoma // kenma kozume — 02

Author’s Note: Oof thanks for the response on the previous chapter! I’m loving it so pls tell me what you think of this? The whole ghost/hanyou thing here is something I made up and just gave it a story on my own, so it might definitely be different from Noragami and Shintoism that I’ve just brushed up on! Let me know what you think!

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Ghosthunter! Kenma Kozume x Hanyou! Reader

Summary: Ever since you were born, things weren’t going your way. Being able to jump in and out of your body as a spirit might have sounded cool in theory, but in reality, you were just target practice for other spirits to take advantage of. Just when you thought you could get accustomed to living a regular life, meeting the ghosthunter of Nekoma turned your life around to a complete 360.

Warnings: unrequited love, slow burn, one-sided crush, slight angst, pining, crackhead reader, ghosts, supernatural stuff, alternate universe, haikyuu manga spoilers, fluff

c h a p t e r - t w o  dishonest words are poison.

The nurse ended up giving you an entire bottle of electrolytes. The only reason you could lose consciousness from a volleyball hitting you on your head was simply because you were apparently not eating right, which you only ended up agreeing with despite knowing the actual reason. Mimi's crying face was a bit funny, but you weren't going to laugh at her. You stared at your now empty wrist before feeling dread settle in your lower stomach. You felt nauseous now when you thought of the trek that led to your grandmother's shrine, but it wasn't your grandmother that scared you.

It was the other maiden from the shrine; the one who had given you the magatama in the first place.

Sato Fujie was a good friend of your grandmother's, old enough to be your grandmother too, but she didn't really like being called that. As one of the oldest Miko in the shrine, she had every right to order you around because you were hanyou.

    "I was so scared!" Mimi most definitely was. You didn't doubt that.

All you could do was offer her a helpless smile before muttering to her that you needed to head home. She understood right away and some of the boys from the club suggested that they'd even walk you home, but no, you weren't that exhausted. You could walk home yourself and you wanted the fresh air and the alone time. You looked toward the boys and noticed that the ghosthunter wasn't around, which meant that he hadn't left the gym at all ever since your departure. You didn't know if he spared your life or if he had left you off on a warning; what was your modus operandi now? What were you to do? Did you have to tell your grandmother that there's a ghosthunter in Nekoma?

*

    "There are ghosthunters everywhere, you bird brain!" Sato screamed into your ear as she pinched at the end of it.

You had tears leaking out of your eyes now with how forceful she was being. Making a magatama that could keep your soul intact took days, and in those days, you were just as helpless as a newly born fawn in a field full of hungry lions. Her metaphors always did manage to scare you beyond the actual facts that were being presented, but you turned to your grandmother who watched solemnly. Sato and your grandmother were both Miko, and they wore the traditional attire that included a red hakama, a white kimono robe, and their hair tied with red hair ribbons. Sato particularly took more caution with her appearance, dying her hair black almost every week and attempting to look younger than she was. Your grandmother, on the other hand, embraced her age.

It was then the ghosthunter's voice rang in your head. His words had confused you, and now you couldn't hold back anymore.

    "He told me that it's not safe for me the way I am. It's not like I can do anything about it, right?"

Sato and your grandmother both didn't answer. This proved that they knew something you didn't, or that there was something there that they were not telling you. This hesitance made you want to press on. You narrowed your eyes before looking Sato straight in the eye.

    "Sato-sama," You said carefully, "What happens if a ghosthunter severs my ties with the spirit world?"

    "We told you already! They sever your ties with the spirit world, and that's it." Sato said, aggressively.

What...? Something definitely didn't feel right.

    "Will that kill me?"

Your grandmother's look hardened. Your heart dropped, and you were confused with what they were not telling you.

    "He didn't do it," You pressed on, "He let me go and just told me it isn't safe for me the way I am. If he had used his tanto on me, what would have happened?"

    "(y/n)," It was your grandmother who spoke this time, "Let it go."

No, you thought but Sato was already getting up to go make the magatama. You looked at Sato's back as she walked away, almost helplessly, before turning to your grandmother and giving her a pleading look. Your grandmother sighed before running her hand through your hair and placing the same hand against your cheek. You could feel how wrinkled she was, and you wanted to understand if keeping this a secret even had a reason at all.

    "I know there's something else there, obaa-san," You said, pressing your lips together in the end, "Please, tell me so I won't make mistakes after finding out."

    "(y/n)," You were hoping she'd say something related to the issue at hand, "The magatama will be ready in a few days. Please, do not remove it this time."

Your heart dropped in the blatant way your grandmother ignored you. You held your breath before picking up your things and just leaving the shrine. You didn't bother to give your grandmother another look, you were angry that they were keeping you in the dark, you were angry because it felt wrong wanting to go look for answers elsewhere. The only choice you had was the ghosthunter whose name you didn't even know.

The next day in school, you wanted to find out where the ghosthunter was. You knew that he wasn't a third-year, and you knew that he wasn't a first-year, which meant he was a second-year. You also knew that Mimi knew some of the second years from the team, and it would rather easy for her to find out who the pudding head was. However, your sudden curiosity might trigger something else in her head and you desperately wanted to avoid that. Therefore, the best way you could find out his name without involving anyone else was by taking a risk.

You knew that the fourth period, right before lunch was a relatively free hour. Students in your class were allowed to do anything—complete homework, talk to one another by keeping their voices low or even take a nap. It was a strange thing to let students do, but you were grateful for the free hour now more than ever before. Whispering to Mimi that you were going to take a long nap and that you didn't want to be woken up, she nodded furiously before giving you a fake salute.

Taking a deep breath, you exited your body.

As a hanyou, you always knew that exiting your body was the easiest. Getting back in was the tough part, but that wasn't in your head right then. You took a deep breath before moving through the corridors, checking through each door where the second-year classes were, and trying to spot a familiar ghosthunter. It was in the third class, a rather sharp 2-3, did you spot him.

His eyes immediately caught hold of your form before glaring at you, and you waved helplessly before quietly walking in. The boy straightened his back from suddenly slouching, and he looked rather anxious as you approached him. You peered into his notebook and noticed that his name was Kenma Kozume, and you grinned to yourself at how your plan had actually worked.

You shoot him a thumbs up a second later, before whispering, "Thank you, Kozume-kun!"

You heard him let out a groan before you skipped out of class, just going through the door.

Luckily for you, you could get back into your body without a hassle. Mimi apparently hadn't even tried to wake you up, and that had taken just ten minutes so the short nap worked as a perfect excuse. When the class took a break for lunch, you and Mimi walked out casually, with you being personally satisfied over a rather big win. However, you spotted Kenma Kozume, standing ahead of you two, a strange look in his eye.

    "Need to talk." Was all he said, avoiding your gaze.

Mimi narrowed her eyes together before murmuring, "Why does Kozume-senpai want to talk to you?"

You shrugged before following Kenma, but secretly feeling your stomach drop at the anticipation. Kenma led you toward a corridor in the school where there were relatively fewer people, and he shot you a threatening look.

    "You pull that move once again and I'll definitely end you."

You grin helplessly before rubbing the back of your neck, "Sorry. Does it really bother you that much?"

His expression didn't change, "I'm supposed to be hunting ghosts."

That's where you knew your cue was to ask him a question, "Yeah, see, now... That's what I don't understand."

Kenma blinked at you, "What?"

    "I'm a hanyou, not a ghost. I can get in and out whenever I want, and it's rather convenient sometimes. I understand that other ghosts can enter my body while I'm away, and that's a legitimate thing to fear, but how am I a threat?"

Kenma looked at you like you were an idiot. You were almost appalled at the gaze he was giving you.

    "Didn't anyone tell you that spirits can kill one another?"

What?

Your eyes widened at his sudden exclamation, which sounded like he was saying the most casual thing ever. Kenma's face didn't reveal what he was feeling, and if it did, then that meant he was feeling nothing. There was not a tinge of emotion on his face and you didn't know whether to feel worried or relieved that he was looking that way.

    "What... I mean... I'm... safe inside my body, right?"

Kenma sighed. He licked his lips before thinking to himself if telling you what he was about to would be the right thing to do. Contemplating his own conflicts on speaking to someone like you, Kenma decided against it.

    "It's not my job to educate you."

You were nearly close to pleading. You suddenly grabbed his wrist, shocking him and not noticing the rapid growth of red on his cheeks.

    "Please, Kozume-kun," You said, "I know there's something wrong with what my grandmother and the Miko are hiding from me. I need to know what I am. I need to know why this is happening to me and why I feel so... so different."

Kenma could have empathized with you, he definitely could have. But he was trained to study the various types of ways that ghosts could manipulate people. The first method that ghosts usually used was to get the person to empathize. Strikingly similar to what you were doing right then. He brushed your hand away harshly before clicking his tongue at you.

    "If you pull that stunt again," He warned you, "And there's a ghost nearby, I won't be responsible for what happens to you."

    "Kozume-kun, I... If you sever my ties to the spirit world, will I die?"

He paused before his expression changed. He blinked at you as he raised his eyebrows. Clearly, whoever raised you had done a brilliant job in keeping you in the dark. Not only did they avoid telling you how much you were in danger, but they also refused to be honest with you about your own nature.

    "Hanyou are the way they are because they almost died at some point. If you were born like this then you weren't even supposed to be alive," Kenma's words reverberated in your mind, "Think about that, and maybe you'll get your answer."

    "Not supposed to be alive?" Your voice was barely a whisper.

Kenma turned away to leave before letting you rot in your own thoughts.

Not supposed to be alive.

Not supposed to be alive.

Then, you turned to walk away but the shaking of your hands was too severe for you to even take another step forward, Why am I alive at all?