Chapter 1: Formation
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ghost Hunt. I only own the OCs.
Irina Davis sighed as she stopped outside the door. Incoherent shrieks and hollers were audible even through the thick oak wood door. Her hand paused in the act of turning the knob, torn between the desire to enter the air-conditioned room and the urge of running away without acknowledging the ruckus inside. However, she did not get to ponder her options as the door swung open from the inside, revealing a tall boy with black hair and mischievous brown eyes.
"Hey, look who's finally here!" crowed the boy, waving his hand over his shoulder to the group of teens behind him. The noise did not subside, suggesting that the boy's words went unheard. Treize Davis frowned in disappointment.
Irina rolled her eyes as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her with her foot. She gladly welcomed the cool air, though her ears were probably about to bleed due to the decibel level in the room.
"For crying out loud, what are you lot, children?" snapped Irina. "Keep it down will you?"
"The baby of the group has no rights to say that, Rina," sang Takigawa Mizuki. He had to duck immediately in order to avoid the flying cushion. "Oi, Miyuki! Aim better!"
Takigawa Miyuki glared at her brother. Irina silently prayed for the higher powers to grant Mizuki a peaceful departure from life as Miyuki reached for a better missile, which happened to be the book on the table. As Miyuki raised it into the air, the door on their left burst open and out walked a boy who looked identical to Treize thought with blue eyes instead. Leonardo Davis glowered at Miyuki, holding out a hand for the book. Miyuki sighed before surrendering the item to the much more frightening boy.
"I have just received an email from Father," Leo said, looking at everyone in the room. "I want everybody to be absolutely in order by the time I come out of the office again." With that, he swept into his office. Almost instantly, the fight broke out again.
Irina Mai Davis groaned. This was going to be another tormenting ten minutes.
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Eighteen-year-old Leonardo Oliver Davis sat with a file open on his lap. His younger twin, Treize Eugene Davis was on his right, peering over his shoulder to read the information. On his left, handsome twenty-year-old Lin Xin had a file of his own, no doubt sent over by his father Lin Koujo. Like their fathers, Leo and Xin were close. They were both as eerily silent as their fathers as well, as constantly remarked upon by Takigawa Ayako. Treize was like his namesake, his uncle Eugene. Hyper, active, sunny and mischievous, Treize was the exact opposite of his twin.
Twenty-year-old Takigawa Mizuki nursed his own throbbing skull, a tragic result of the fight from before. He possessed a laidback character like his father Takigawa Houshou and enjoyed rock music just as much. His fuming seventeen-year-old sister, Miyuki had emerged victorious from the messy battle. Her fiery personality and short fuse could've given her mother, Ayako a run for her money. Houshou actually reckoned Miyuki was a leveled up version of her mother, though he would never dare mention it in front of his two women. One Ayako is bad enough-Ayako and Miyuki combined are much too formidable.
The other loser of the battle was seventeen-year-old Yasuhara Sara. Sara had deserved the pain as much as Mizuki had. She was a prankster at heart, and her clowning about would have been funny for everyone except the targeted victim. She was particularly fond of riling Miyuki up, for the sake of entertainment. She teased people to their wits' ends, a sport she could go on and on for days, much to the despair of the victims. It was little wonder that she got along famously with Treize.
Kikuchi Hime giggled at Sara's egg-sized lump on her head. Ever the lady, she hid her mouth behind her hand as she giggled. She was prim and proper; an exact replica of her mother, the famous medium Hara Masako. Likewise, she had inherited Masako's ever sarcastic tongue, which was constantly directed at Miyuki's childish behaviour, despite Miyuki being a year older.
Eighteen-year-old James Brown sat calmly, having adopted his father's genteel and easygoing side. John Brown had adopted James when the boy was five, and James adored his adopted father. He was not easily ruffled, nor was he at all spiteful. He had wanted to join the church ever since he became John's son, but had changed his mind, opting instead to learn exorcism without becoming celibate as a priest.
Irina sat near James, relishing in his calming presence. As the youngest of the lot, the fifteen-year-old girl was treated as everybody's little sister. Though the youngest, she was one of the smartest, and with her brown hair and blue eyes, was one of the prettiest. She inherited Oliver's brain and analytical nature, as well as Mai's much warmer and compassionate heart. Of that, she was grateful, because she did not want to become a third Oliver Davis. Leo was so similar to Oliver that she suspected her father might have cloned himself.
Leo snapped his file shut, eyeing the teens in the room. He then glanced at Xin, who nodded as he pulled out his laptop, a habit adopted from his father.
"Alright, the case was originally SPR's case, but as they are already handling many cases, they have decided to hand this over to us, the Junior Investigation Team," said Leo, when he was interrupted by Mizuki.
"Why are we the Junior team anyway? Who named this team? You think people would like it if a team of teenagers show up at the haunting claiming to be 'SPR Junior team'?" asked Mizuki. "Nice vote of confidence there."
"Then what, pray tell, do you think is more suitable?" demanded Leo, bristling with annoyance at being interrupted and questioned for his naming sense. Privately, Irina agreed with Mizuki. Calling themselves SPR junior does tend to reduce the trust of the clients.
"Hmm, I dunno, maybe something like SPR Second Generation?" suggested Mizuki, rather cheekily.
The rest groaned. SPR Second Generation sounded like a mahou shoujo anime's attack call. There was no way Irina would trek all about England with such a name. Miyuki glared at her brother again, but Mizuki was still talking nonsense.
"And then Leo would become the Second Generation boss. Oh I know! Since Uncle Osamu calls Dr. Davis 'Big Boss', we should call Leo the second generation big boss. The Niidaime!"
"Shut up!" yelled Miyuki in horror. "Niidaime? What are we, the yakuza?! I can't believe your sense sucked to this extend."
The whole thing soon blew out of proportion, resulting in another yelling, fighting mess. Irina threw her hands up in exasperation. There was no way they could accomplish anything if this went on!
"Oh quit it you guys! I don't care what we're called, so long as we sound respectable! We could be the SPR: Generation Beta for all I care!" snapped Irina.
The room fell silent. They ran the name through their heads again and again. Irina stared, dumbfounded at the idea that she had just blurted out.
"Actually…" Leo said slowly. "That's not bad. Not bad at all."
"All in favour of SPR: Generation Beta?" asked Treize with a grin.
"Aye!" came the unanimous reply.
Thus began the legacy of the teens known as SPR: Generation Beta, or as they would become more commonly known as, the SPR Beta team.
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