AN: Hello everyone, I know, another story huh? Yeah, I really should be focusing on finishing on others, but this one has been on my mind for quite some time now and I thought if it be best if I started now to avoid losing the concept entirety.
Anyways, please enjoy.
Update AN: Nothing much has change here, just a couple of re-edited sentences, fixed some grammar mistakes and removed some awkward wording within the overall story.
As of the time of this writing, chapter three shall be remove until I get a better sense of where exactly I want to take this story
Special thank to GooLord and Nikita Yuana for taking the time to pointing out my horrid grammar mistakes.
Chapter 1: Bikes
His parents were never the type to grant him or Ritsu any expense presents out of the blue, mostly because they couldn't really afford buying some random fanny gifts at whim and they prefer waiting for an special occasion to actually give them something nice.
However, for some odd reason, after the week after the whole fiasco regarding Reigen and Shoudou on wide television, they decided that it was time for eldest son to get a new bike.
[In truth, it was originally going to be an gift for Ritsu, but… the seat proved to be an little too small for him to ride the bike properly…]
It was brand new model that had a nice coat of blue paint, the wheels and brakes were in top quality and came with both an comfortable seat and functioning headlights, allowing its user to travel safely during the day and night. It was perfect fit for any middle-schooler to have during the school year.
Yet, despite that, Mob couldn't find himself getting excited over his new gift.
It wasn't that he was ungrateful for this wonderful gift, no, the problem laid in the fact that was no real need for him to even own an bicycle in the first place as most of the places that he visited throughout the week, his school and his master's office, were usually an 10-20 minutes walk from where he lived…
[Plus, it would kind of defeat the purpose of the running exercise that he had been performing with the Body Improvement Club for an nearly half an year…]
Still through… a gift was a gift, and not to use it would be disrespectful act towards his family. So, with that in mind, Mob decide to go out riding on his new bike towards his Master's office within the city on an bright Sunday morning.
The ride there only took an couple of minutes, much faster than he had initially expected, in fact he arrived five minutes earlier than usual.
Looking back on it now, if he had just arrived an bit later that day, he probably would save himself an great of stress and worry in the days to come.
"Oh…Nobody here." Mob noted as his eyes carefully looked around the empty small office, "Is Teacher running late?"
The room hadn't change much from the last time he visited (which was two days ago…), everything appeared to be in order. The plants looked fine, there were an couple of business papers that was on Reigen's desk and the posters remained the same spot as always (although why anyone would disturb those particular objects is best left to one's imagination...)
The young boy couldn't help but give an small sigh of relief as he briefly took an seat on of the couches reserved for clients. When he had arrived, he had noticed that an pair of keys was hanging on the doorknob, an obvious sign that his master had once again left his office wide open to all sort of intruders,
"Teacher really do need to be more careful with keeping the door shut."
Knock, Knock, Knock
Surprised at the unexpected noise, it took Mob a moment to realize that there was someone knocking on the door.
"Oh, a client…" Without any sense of hesitation, he quickly went on to open the office's small door.
"Yo."
He couldn't help but feel a bit surprise upon at the person that was standing the other side of the door Usually the clients that came to visit Reigen were typically older than him, the youngest that he could recall was the pair of high schoolers that hired them to go uncover at their school.
However, the boy that was standing in front of him looked around his age, although his impressive tall height gave off the false impression that he was in high school. He was wearing an light colored brown school uniform that Mob quickly recognized belonging to one of the private schools located within the city.
"Hello." Mob said an friendly voice, "Would you like to come inside for an cup of coffle? ("Do we have any coffee left?")."
"No." The boy responded quickly, his face gave off an expression of someone who clearly wanted to be anywhere else but here, "Not to be rude, but this place where this Reagan fellow works at, right?"
"Who?"
"You know, the guy who cause an earthquake on live T.V. a few week ago?"
"Oh! (He mispronounced Teacher's name …"), Master Reigen, yes, this is the Spirits and Such Consultation-
"Yea, yea, yea, I saw the sign outside" The boy interrupted in an impatient tone, "Is he here?"
"Ah…no, Teacher's running an bit late today."
"Well that sucks." The boy placed his right hand on top of his head to pull back his slick blond hair, "I really can't wait that long… you're his assistant, yeah?"
"His student."
"Whatever, just tell your boss that I would like to hire to him to resolve some haunting that been happening at my school. If he's interested, then just drop by at the entrance of Yamato Academy tomorrow and we can work out the details from there." He gave Mob an piece of paper that held the location of the school the boy had mentioned, (It's actually not too far from here…)
"Ok… are you sure you don't you want to wait an bit for Teacher to come and-"
"No, I got better things to do." With that said, the boy went on his way out, leaving the young esper utterly alone in the office.
"That was rather quick…he didn't even tell me his name."
He paced around an bit, looking for anything that he could help organized, but there nothing to fix. So, with nothing else to do, the young esper took an seat once more and waited.
...And would continue waiting for nearly half an hour until he received a phone call from his missing teacher,
"Yo, Mob! About today…"
"Are you serious?" The blond-hair boy couldn't help but give a look of utter disbelief at Mob, "The guy's sick?"
[For those who are unaware, this young fellow is named Kuki Hara, a second-year student at Yamato Academy. Until the end of this tale, he shall never bother make the effort of introducing himself to our young protagonist.]
"Hmmm." Mob nodded his head towards his companion, "He wasn't feeling well yesterday, so he decided to take the week off to recover and-"
"Than what the hell are you even doing here?"
"Ah, Teacher thought that it would be best if I was the one who handles this case."
"Ah for crying out loud…" The tall boy took a few steps back away from Mob and began muttering angrily to himself, "Jeez, the guy doesn't even bother showing up and has the balls to send over his scarp overs…"
"Good grief, talk about ungrateful brats, wouldn't you say partner?"
Unsurprised, Mob turned to see an floating green blob hovering next to him, wearing an expression of mild amusement, "
Before Mob could even respond, Hara spoke up once more, "Hey kid("Kid?"), you said that you were the guy's assistant, right? You've watched how the guy works and how he disposes of the ghosts, right?"
"Yes." Mob nodded his head while he could hear Dimple snickering in the background, "I've been working with Teacher for about five years now."
"That's not half bad, but …" Hara muttered before taking an deep breath, "Alright listen, for the past two months or so, there been some strange stuff happening here at my school. Objects suddenly vanishing out of nowhere, people feeling that they are being watched in the bathroom, and some of staff here swore that they have hear someone singing in the theatre during midnight and when they go check who's on stage, there's no one on there."
"A bit cliché, but that sounds like a typical haunting." Dimple noted with a hint of dullness in his voice, disappointed with the client's rather dull description of the case, "Shouldn't be anything too difficult for us to handle."
"Alright then, shall we head inside?" Mob asked politely, to which Hara shook his head,
"Ah no. the teachers here are good at recognising student's faces and my friends would probably laugh at us(me) for bringing someone like you to banish an ghost in broad daylight."
"Oh."
"Why you don't drop by tonight and see if you can have solved this by then, eh?" Once again, without even uttering a single goodbye, Hara headed back inside the school building, leaving the pair
"God, what a prick." Dimple muttered quietly, "Well there nothing much that we can do to change this brat's attitude at this point, so what ours's next step?"
"I'm not sure." The young esper admitted, His eyes keep staring down at the ground below him, "He doesn't want us to come in right now, but… I don't think I can come back during the night…"
"(Ah yes, the wonders of being fourteen.) True, but-" The spirit couldn't help but give off an wide devious smirk, "I don't think those same rules apply to me, eh?"
"Are you sure, Dimple?" The boy gave the spirit an look of concern towards his companion which Dimple couldn't help but feel amused by this sight,
"Yeah, I should be fine."
"…Are you sure?"
"…Honestly, I'm not sure if I should find your lack of faith disturbing or disappointing by this point. "The evil spirit muttered, "Getting back on topic, judging from the brat's description, it's likely that this is just some small fry weirdo who's getting off their kicks by scaring these spoil brats. It shouldn't take me more an hour to find the creep."
"Alright then…take care Dimple."
He watched as the green spirit entered the large grey building that stood him ahead of him, a small part of him wondered if his companion would truly be alright, before shaking off that silly thought.
Despite his fragile form, Dimple was still an dangerous evil spirt who could put an hell of fight (if given the right circumstances of course…"
"He'll be alright."
After walking round an bit, Mob made his way back towards the back entrance of the school, where stood the only rake that students could park their bikes. It didn't take him long to locate his own bright blue bike, so as he took off the lock that held the bike towards the rake, his mind briefly wondered towards the building.
On surface, Yamato Academy was nothing special to look at, it looked like any other typical middle school that one could find within the area and its' students certainly didn't behave any differently from their fellow peers from the city.
The only thing that actually stood out in the mind of the young esper, was the fact that the school ran one hour longer than his own.
"Is it because it's in an different district of the city or-"
"Kageyama?"
The voice had spoken so quietly that for a brief moment, Mob wondered if he had just imagined someone call out his name.
Yet, despite this reasonable doubt, he chose to turn around and see who had called out his name,
"Hel-"
The moment he saw her face, the words immediately die out in his mouth, every part of his body froze. The only thing he could do was simply stare at her.
"I-I can't believe it, its' really is you-"
"It's so quiet…Why it is so quiet? That not how its' suppose to be…"
"I'm sorry, but do you remember me?"
"Yes, yes I do."
Perhaps taking his silence as answer or maybe because she remembered how expressionless he could be at times, she went on to introduce herself, giving off an strain smile as if she was afraid that that he was about to run off if she made herself look friendly,
"It's me, Minori Asagiri… so how have you been, Kageyama?"
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