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This story takes place in the last three or four episodes or the eighth and nineth volumes of Ghost Hunt. If you have not read or seen them than you will get some form of spoilers.

This is one of the things that might have happened if Kazuya had woken up.

Disclamer: I do not own Ghost Hunt. *sigh* Some dreams just don't come true. But I do own the plotline of this story.....YAY!!

Mai gasped as the man tore a big hole through the tissue paper on the door Kazuya was behind.

She took a step forward to perform the mantra that Koujo had told her to do but stopped; fear rushing through her body. She couldn't do it. Not after what happened with the children.

I'm sorry, she thought, frozen in fear I'm so sorry, Lin

Koujo brought his hand up to his lips to command his shiki, only to have it ripped away as an invisible force shot over his hand making a deep wound in his skin. His hand had been rendered temporarily unusable.

The man turned from the tissue paper door and staggered towards Mai, knife raised, ready to strike.

Then the doors hiding Kazuya were ripped away by an invisible blast that sent them all flying backwards into the wall. Koujo's and the man's heads hit the wall with a sickening crack and both fell to the ground, unconscious. Mai was lying against the wall fighting to stay awake, wondering what had just happened.

Then she noticed Kazuya.

His hand was stretched towards the paper doors. It had been at his side moments before.

Mai watched cautiously for any signs of further movement from the boy. She jumped when his eyes shot open.

She watched as he sat up stiffly and looked down at himself curiously. It reminded Mai of looking at ones self for the first time.

He slowly stood up and shot his hands out for balance as he stumbled from the sudden height; his eyes unfocused and refocused. Mai jumped again when his gaze landed on her. She shivered at the look in his eyes; pure evil.

He brought his hands back to his sides and started to slowly make his was to Mai. He glanced briefly at Koujo's comatose form as he walked by then shifted his eyes back to her.

Kazuya stopped inches in front of Mai and watched her paralyzed form. He cocked his head slightly. A flash of recognition shot through his eyes before it was replaced with a look of malevolence. Another shiver ran down her spine.

He bent down and grabbed her chin, lifting her face so that she was looking him in the eye. Fear laced her face and she jerked her head to the side out of his grasp, his nails dragging across her skin. Sharp pain shot through her cheek as blood trickled down her chin.

Kazuya smirked and tilted his head to watch the blood. He brought his hand up and ran his fingers through it, smearing the sticky red substance across her cheek. The brightness was shocking against her rapidly paling complexion.

She flinched when his hand suddenly shot out and grabbed her arm in a painful grip. She stumbled slightly when he yanked her to her feet. The dark man brought her close, a look of wonder clear on his face.

"He was dreaming about you," Kazuya's deep baritone filled Mai's ears. It sounded different. He cocked his head again "I wonder why."

He? Mai's eyes traveled up to his forehead. The mark was still there. Was he still possessed?

She gasped as her back was slammed against the wall. Kazuya's grip on her arm was still painful.

He looked her up and down and got close to her face, violet eyes boring into brown ones.

"Is it your body," he asked, his breath fanning across her face. He brought his free hand up and rested it on the upper part of her other arm "could be."

"Is it you skin," he ran his hand down the bare skin of her arm, dragging his nails, making cuts like the ones on her face. Mai hissed sharply in pain. He smirked "maybe."

Kazuya rested his hand on Mai's forehead making her flinch.

He said, "Is it your mind," and paused. He watched her closely. Slowly, he answered himself "possibly."

He slid his hand into her hair and grabbed the silky, auburn strands. Mai gave a short yelp of pain when he yanked her head back by her hair, exposing her neck.

"What about your hair," he implied. His eyes roamed down her face before stopping. An evil smile curved his mouth.

Kazuya bent his head, his black bangs shadowing his face. He brought his lips an inch away from Mai's.

"Maybe your kiss," Black clothes rustled as he moved his head to her exposed neck. The sent of lavender and wood met his senses as he inhaled "or is it your smell?"

He shifted again. His nose grazed along her jaw bone; his mouth stopped at her ear. His lips brushed the skin as he whispered.

"I'll find out."

Kazuya let out a malicious chuckle as he pulled away. Mai yelped again when he yanked her off the wall and suddenly let her go. She stumbled backward, hitting the wall again.

A shout rang down the hallway jerking both of their heads towards the door. Kazuya sneered as he looked back at Mai.

"You tell anyone, and I kill him," he warned threateningly as another shout met their ears, this time closer.

Mai's eyes widened in fear.

"Hey," Bou-san shouted as he and everyone else burst through the door to the base "is everybody alright in here?"

The black clad man's eyes flashed before going blank.

"We're fine," he replied, turning around and walking over to Koujo "Mai only has a few scratches. Lin might have a concussion though. And tie him up."

He gestured to the comatose man that was the cause for the mess in the room before turning back to Koujo.

And just like that, he was the real Kazuya again.

But Mai knew better.

Sorry it was short. And if it seems rushed, sorry for that too. I hope you all liked it though. I hope to update soon!! Let me know what you all think please!!! Flames will be used to start a rosty fire. So flame if you want, because its cold here at night!!

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