A/N: Here is the Sequel to My Sister, a secret agent?

Sorry to those who were mad to me for the ending of that story. Please continue reading if you want an explanation.

Also, think Rent (for those who have seen it) the one character everyone loved died in that story (I miss Angel T.T)

i would like two reviews before I continue.

Prologue

She placed strips of paper in a pattern around her while she lit two candles that sat on either side of an urn. One knee on the floor, the other up balanced on her foot with her beads wrapped around her hands as they wove together in an intricate pattern.

A Screeching sound rounded the corner before her and came rushing towards her but her protective barrier kept her from being struck.

"Silence you foul creature or death!" She shouted as she opened her cloud blue eyes. "This is your last haunting. Either go peacefully to the after life or I will take measures into my own hands!"

The spectral cloud screamed in protest and thrashed against her barrier, but it held well.

"So be it." She mumbled as she closed her eyes again and quickly began weaving a spell around the unearthly thing before her. The words blurred quickly together as glowing chains wrapped around the cloud and began pulling it down.

It cried and thrashed against the chains but all in vain, her spells were powerful and perfect. Finally the spectral being was pulled downward and vanished into the urn.

She clamped the lid on and added several strips of protection and sealing charms before she dispelled the barrier she had put up and blew out the candles.

There now… She thought as she lifted the urn and slid it into the velvet bag on her hip. If only you had passed on and did not hold on to such anger and hatred… She picked up the candles and watched as the barrier charms on the floor burned away without help.

Her copper and bronze colored hair swished in the nonexistent wind as she gasped: something bad would happen and soon.

It's time to search out the spiritual protectors… She thought as she touched the bagged urn. An exchange would be needed for the help she would request and the urn with its hostile ghost would suffice.

She bowed to the owners of the home she had just cleansed. "All is safe now, the spirit will no longer bother you in this home."

"Oh thank you!" The woman of the home cried as her husband offered the young Miko a bag on money.

"No…" She said as she held up her hand. "I do not take money, but if you are so compelled to give away some of your wealth please take it to the shrine as a donation of good faith." She smiled as she placed her hand with her monk beads still wound around it before the homeowners in a sign of blessing. "Let you and your family be in peace from now on…"

"Thank you dear Miko, without you we would have surely been killed by that demon."

She smiled, a sad smile before turning away from them, if only they knew the pain that had been caused to their spectral guest, surely they would have offered prayers up in hopes that it would be healed and find it's way to the after life.

But now was not the time to think of such things, she had to search out the way to the ruler of the spiritual protectors to warn him of the imminent danger that would soon befall him and his members.

Silent tears fell down her face as she felt the pain that would swallow them all.