Wrote this out of boredom and to try having a OC more involved in the story then what I have before.

Chapter 1

As the brown haired teacher walked on the seemingly brittle road she came soon upon seeing a building not far from looking like a museum. And she was almost completely certain that she had found what she needed for this plan of hers to work. If all she had researched was indeed as she had found it out to be, soon the world would for many look more than a little different. At least she hoped so.

Going up to the building she knock on the heavy wooden door. Patiently she waited without listening to see if anyone was getting the door nor moving to knock again. Knowing who lived here she knew that kind of behavior was not well liked and would likely cause trouble that was not wanted or needed.

Soon her waiting proved to be awarded as the door was opened and a grey-ish skinned man looked out with a rather annoyed expression.

"What do you want? I'm busy."

"I apologize but am I right in assuming you are Mister Ghost writer?"

He frowned but gave a nod. "That's indeed me. Again what do you want?"

"A discussion of an event you were a part of not too long ago, regarding the halfa child." The unknown female said as she studied him, watching as his face crunched up in a frown. She grinned brightly at him as she picked up where she left off before he got the chance to comment. "I have heard some of the event that had occurred between you two that evening. Please have patience as I account the happenings, just so you could confirm the content of it."

"On Christmas eve the half-breed child was found in the ghost zone some time in on the day. While he was in this world he was around this area near your lair. Under this time he was showing a seemingly unreasonable aggression, and in this state destroyed one of your possessions. Am I right so far?"

She simply kept on grinning as the ghostly author gave her a stiff nod. He was quietly growling, "It was an irreplaceable work of mine, and when it was done that brat laughed-"

"Yes, yes, we are getting there." She leered at him as he bristled at the interruption. She didn't care, not really. "Shortly after the destruction of the item the child showed somewhat of a quite cruel behavior, provoking retaliation from the owner of said item. This being you, correct? No need to answer, I already have that fact down. What I do want to confirm is that according to some tales the retaliation was done in a matter to teach a lesson to the child. Is this fact or rumor?"

"That child needed the lesson given with his manner of showing scorn."

"Ah, so it was true." She said with a nod, "Well then I guess we can get down to the base of this little talk. Another rumor says that the child said something peculiar at one point in time right after causing the damage. Namely, if I'm not wrong, 'Oops, um, sorry man it was a total accident.' 'I might not have meant to destroy your stupid book, but that doesn't mean I'm not okay with it.'"

There was an instant reaction at not only the words but also the sound, for the unknown female had somehow not only said a repeat of what was once told but had done it in the same exact voice of the young halfa. Her grin morphed into a more predatory leer. Silently laughing at the Ghost writer's tense posture.

"Two sentences, were one was told with only the knowledge of the accident in itself, the other after the details to the fact."

A low growl interrupted her. "Is there a point to this aside from angering me?"

Ignoring the comment she continued, "One, while it have an excuse bound to it. Is still regretful for the whole event. The second though only regret for the happening but not the item it was done to. What have to happen to a person to make them so contradicting towards their own doings?"

"Is that was this is about? For I can assure you that child held no 'regrets' regarding my book being burned." Angrier then before Ghost writer hiss, "Now get lost."

"Oh but there is where I believe there to be an error in it all. I am holding to the belief that the child in truth felt regret back then and likely still do. So, since you have one opinion of the matter and I a different one, what about we two make a bet on it? On who is right." She was grinning like a manic, showing all her rather sharp teeth, with a glint of crazy in her eye.

Not feeling up to dealing with any of this Ghost writer tried to shoo her off. "I have no doubt about that event and have neither a need to prove it. And why would I ever lay a bet on it, and with what?"

"Maybe to get this back?" And holding in her hand was a book. A book he recognized at first glance.

Stretching out his hand after it he hisses. "That's mine." But she evades him easily, keeping the book away. Ghost writer recomposed himself after he regains some wits. "I don't know what game you're playing at or how you knows of that book. But it can't be the real one," he frowns in disdain, "the ghost child burned it after all. Shortly after I completed it."

"Oh but it is that book. The very same one in fact. Don't believe me? Okay then take a look for yourself then." She threw the book at him. Still doubting her and thinking about what kind of story he could stick this annoyance in, since she had by now earned it. He open the book. Only to freeze in place. For there was the first page of his book, not a word out of line. And flipping through some more he sees that the others are the same. This really is his book.

"How?"

"Does it matter? The only thing you need to know is that I can get that book back to you. Of course that is," she snaps her fingers and the book is gone once more, "if you win the bet against me."

Startled by the books disappearance he is fast to demanding of her to give it back, only to be meet with a tutting finger.

"That is a part of my ability. And you may not have notice it but I don't really have any reason to simply give it to you. Honestly you only need to agree to a bet that is all, I can even make it up so that either way if you lose or win the book is yours. Well as long as you don't attempt to break the rules, cheat, or refuse the condition set for either a win or lost."

He was steaming and she could clearly see this as she grinned some more. Still she have proved, or somewhat proved that she could give him back his ruined master piece. And recalling the subject of their little 'chat' it should be too hard to win. Not when the bet being seemingly about whether or not the ghost child is guilty of his accusations or not. He wouldn't think that to take more than some hours, at the most, to prove.

Making his choice he asks her. "What are the conditions for this bet?"

She had something dark in her eyes as she laughed in amusement.