File 1: Ghost of a Chance part 1
Naru couldn't help himself, he had been trying holding himself back for far too long and that had only made it worse. But not this time. This time he didn't have to hold back.
He looked at the petite burnet looking up at him. Her short hair formed a halo around her small head and her auburn eyes sparkled. Her cheeks grew redder and redder with each second, and Naru's desire and attraction towards her grew as a result. He no longer wanted to look at her; he did that every day in the office and on cases. He wanted to let another sense have a chance to know her like his eyes did.
He took her hand and raised it up to his mouth. The chocolate featured girl squeaked in embarrassment. This made Naru smirk. He liked how he caused that reaction so he did it again, this time watching her carefully with his eyes, not wanting to miss a second. With every kiss she grew redder and more adorable.
Even now Naru loved teasing her, so he inched closer and closer to her kissing up her arm making his way to her neck, catching a glimpse of her face every moment he got. He had all too soon reached the bottom of her neck and traced it with kisses then up to just under her ear.
He could feel her skin and hear her breath. Such proximity had kicked all of he senses into overdrive, something he had not calculated, but, somehow, welcomed.
"Nar-" the girl crocked from lack of speaking. She tried again "Naru?"
"Mmhmm?" he answered, heart racing from the mention of his name, even if it was a nickname she gave him inspired by his arrogant demeanor.
"Are you really Naru?"
That innocent question stung and he withdrew from kissing her neck and looked at her face he saw pink embarrassment but misunderstood the hope in her eyes.
"Yes, it's really me. You should have learned by now how to tell me apart from Gene, idiot." It hurt him even as he said it. He cursed at himself for not knowing better. Even now, it was Gene she wanted.
"I have always been able to tell you apart." She looked away, but not before Naru saw the hurt in her eyes. "I always knew the difference. I just didn't know who he was. I thought it was just a dream. I wanted to see you smiling and so I dreamed it. That's what I thought. But the one I love was never the one in the dream. The one I love you, Naru. Not Gene. The one who is always reading. The one who is always thinking about something. The one who is always yelling at me to get tea and then telling me I took too long or calling me an idiot for not understanding a complex explanation. The one who is always saving me when I get myself into trouble because I'm a danger magnet and occasionally praises me for doing a good job. That's the one I love." Tears welled up in her eyes.
Naru looked at her, calculating.
The tears fell.
"Naru, the one I love is you."
He kissed her, this time on the lips. "I know. I'm sorry I hurt you by saying you didn't. I love you, too."
He had dreams like this many times before and the conversation always changed but this Mai seemed different somehow, more…real. Naru's mind was so overactive that it often conjured up very realistic dreams, but this one was different somehow. And for the first time ever he woke up from this dream believing what the girl had said.
But, in the end, it was all a dream. No matter how real it seemed, in the end, it was just a dream.
…
Mai, walked into base pink tinted on her face willing it to disappear. However, when she saw her boss, it only grew to a deeper red.
"Mai?" he asked, looking at her funny.
"Yes?" she squeaked.
"Did you have a dream last night?"
"No." she said a bit too fast. How could she tell her boss she dreamed of him kissing her all night long saying he loved her? No way. That's way too embarrassing. It'd never happen. Not if she had anything to say about it.
Lin was typing away at the computer, probably catching the files up about the case they were on. They had to keep very detailed files on their cases, and Lin (a.k.a. the man who knows everything but never says anything about it) was just the man for the job.
Yasuhara, Bou-san, and Ayako entered the base, being as loud as ever, Bou-san and Ayako in a fight and Yasu encouraging it but his target changed when saw Mai was up as well.
"Mai! Aww, look at you. You look just like you did in the dream I had last night." He chirped. "You're so cute when you blush." He was always teasing her or making strange remarks with Bou-san, so his jokes came as no surprise, although, they still could get annoying.
"Yasu…"
"Yasuhara, I need you to find more information about this house's history. Take Takigawa with you. Matsuzaki go see if Hara-san is awake yet. Mai, tea," Naru set his team into action. Though the catalyst for the orders might have been anything, from his dislike for noise or annoyance at Yasu's comments or simply that the tasks needed to be done
The four voiced their complaints, but nonetheless left to do what they were told.
Lin's chuckle earned himself a glare from Naru, however, over the many years of acting as Naru's guardian, he had grown accustomed to the glare and was no longer affected. He even learned how to interpret each glare. They all seem the same until it finally smacks you in the face; to Lin, Naru was an open book that he's read more times than he'd care to count.
At that point John walked in wondering what he had missed as he had passed his four complaining teammates in the hall. Naru never minded him being in the base because John was a quiet fellow and tended not to draw too much attention to himself, unlike everyone else on the team. John was a young priest, and so it made sense that was also a peace maker by nature.
"Brown-san, are you prepared to do an exorcism?"
"Ai, Naru, any time," John uttered through his thick Australian accent.
"Are we getting rid of the ghost tonight, Noll?" Lin questioned.
"Ghosts." Naru corrected.
Well, that's the first chapter, wonder what's going to happen in the next chapter. Help me out by leaving a review. Even if it's just "Hey, I liked it" or a "This is how I think you can improve…" that would be a big help. Thanks for getting this far. Much Love. –Elda Ahern