A.N. I hadn't done this for long time, so my style form bad could have gotten to terrible, if so then don't be ashamed and tell me so. I would like to know such things.

This could be called as sequel to my previous GH fiction (Poison, if you like to look for it), only it fits in some months after those events, not after 5 years. And does time make difference? But I believe, at least now I believe, this one could be without previous one too.

I had this story bubble in my head for some while now, but still it has unfinished details, those probably will come out in process.

One more thing before declaimer, I truly don't know how fast or slow this story will go. Last one is more believable, as I have lots of unfinished stories and lots of school work.

Declaimer. I don't own Ghost Hunt, neither I had ever claimed to. And don't intend to.

Slight summary-In prestigious university mystical writings on walls appear, things are moved.

Headmasters desperate attempts to find the culprit is useless, and everything leads to conclusion that the guilty one is no longer alive.

Despite the fact that that he doesn't believe in ghost headmaster has to call for help. And only enough competent company is S.P.R.

Naru seems like The Big Angry Beast, and is at least slightly out of his normal frames, still his thoughts are still a mystery for Mai. Monk who loves fun mostly of the time is ready to do anything to trow him of of balance.

And on top of that mystery.


She was looking at a huge house. Never, even in her wildest dreams, she thought, she will be here. But now she was looking at building with so many windows that, probably, two days should be spent counting them, pale walls and many chimneys, at least she thought those were chimneys.

And something was definitely not right with this place, she could feel it. Gut felling or woman intuition, call it as you like.

-What is that?- Brown haired young woman asked, not averting her eyes of shape in front of her.

-University, Mai. You're so slow, maybe it would be better if you pretended to be deaf-and-dumb. Then we won't have to be ashamed to have such an assistant." Dark-haired young man spited at her.

Mai was ready to rip his head of! After last case, when she had gotten in hospital, he had been SO grumpy as it had been him lying there for a week. Ok, in his case that would be two or even a month, to get him in this kind of mood. And worst was – it didn't wear of. For Gods' sake, either he was mentally ill or really pissed at her. Or both, yes, Mai was 85% sure that it was both.

Mentioned dark-haired man didn't know how lucky he, was having lightly brown-haired monk watching his back, otherwise, mentioned girl would have kicked him with all her might.

Mans arms were wrapped around girls shoulders, holding her tightly, while she tried to break away from his grip.

-Let me go Bou-san! I'm going to kick him for sure, and this time I won't miss.- She struggled.

-It's better if you don't,- another tall man had stepped beside them,

-He's been of for months, so you don't know what he could do.-

-Stop babbling like old gossipmongers and come! We have work to do.- Young man turned around, angry and impatient. They had to be there half an hour ago, but no, tire had to break down in middle of nowhere, and monk had the guts to roll it down the hill. He got it, of course, but they had lost lots of time.

Mai was babbling all the way here about how exciting it is to see other universities, despite fact she had managed to get in some secretariat course in local one. Not high and mighty, but she liked it.

On top of that monk was singing, and to say the truth Naru was blaming him for that tire. If high voice can break glasses, then maybe monks had the ability to break tires.

But it all would be nothing if Yasuhara hadn't managed to persuade him in taking this damn case.

In this kind of situation he had all rights to be angry.

In truth it didn't seem as something big, mostly student pranks. Some ghostly marks on walls as "I'll get you!" and "Revenge is near!". Naru doubted the possibility that something paranormal was even mixed in. But first, it was Yasuhara, he wouldn't step back no mater what and would give him headache for months, second, the pay was good, especially in those were student pranks.

And that gave him more anger. What did they think he was! Some kind of private agent to catch mentally not grown idiots? But the headmaster was known worldwide. If he opened his mouth there would be trouble.


Mai and monk dragged their feet behind Lins back. At least they had shield for Naru anger. Lin, as more like the quiet loner, managed to tolerate That Beast better.

Monk and Mai exchanged glances nearly laughing. The Beast. They had called Naru behind his back like that for some time now, and more they thought about it, the more it seemed to be true. And if all will go as they had planed they will have one more good laughter.

The plan – "Yes, your devilish highness."

Discussing details that boss needs only horns and tail they giggled behind their moving safety wall.

Building was on small hill, in the middle of some sort of a park. At least it seemed so for those who didn't know that it was build first and trees were planted afterwards, to make place prettier. Alley of maples lead straight to the front door. In autumn falling leaves were yellow and read, covering brown empty ground with their colorful smiles.


Headmaster was impatient. Promised help had to be in his office half an hour ago, but they weren't. What stupid excuse they will give him? Flat tire? Laughable.

Man in late fifties would laugh about it if it would be in his character, but unfortunately, mostly for him, he had an iron fist and name of serious personality. More than ten years he was headmaster in this university, and before that he still already had rather high position. No one dared to oppose him, no one even tried to speak against him. He was truly the head.

And now in his iron castle, where he ruled, someone or something had made its nest. Insult in his face. If those were students he would have found the guilty ones in two days. And on third culprit would be expelled.

Serious and composed, man never believed in things like ghosts or phantoms, saying that it was only creations of sick minds. Writers, who had nothing better to do, philosophers and lunatics. Not that he thought there is difference beside those.

But now he was cornered. There was definitely something going on, something his mind couldn't explain. It was driving him crazy not knowing what's exactly going on, who's guilty and how to explain some sort of things. He wasn't used to not have his answers for everything and when his friends son suggested him this S.P.R. bunch of crazy people, after sleepless nights, he decided to hire them.

But all his ill thought about them was proved to be true when they were late.

Knock on his door, and his secretary popped her head in.

-They're here.-

He nodded, telling her to let them in.

Truthfully he didn't know what to wait, but young man in black with serious face and cold eyes wasn't in his list. If we would have long hair, T-shirt with flower patter and bare feat, he would have tossed them out in instant. In one corner of mind he even hoped for it to be so. Prove they are fake and not mentioning this mistake again.

Taller, older man, following young one, was as serious as first one, only didn't had such a cold glare. His eyes best could be described as empty, and it made headmaster alert. You never know how to deal with such people. Neither they show their emotions neither say their thoughts. They are more dangerous than those who are angry and throw some tantrums, plates or old vases.

Those two, who came in last, were more to his original concepts about ghost hunters. Smiling ear to ear and giggling even after they had entered his office. But one glare form younger boy silenced them in an instant and that told headmaster nearly all. The boss was younger one, and he had huge influence on those who worked under him.

He could make use of this man, so making a little, fake smile, he showed to chairs in front of his desk saying:

- Shibuya Kazuya I presume. Please, sit down. I believe we have business to discuss.-


I know it's not much, neither it tells anything yet, but still I'll be waving my tail at comments and reviews. If anyone is OOC or mistakes, like words etc. Tell me, I ought to know, in order to improve.