Author's Note: There will be two parts in the prologue, which takes place some time in the future. I decided it would be better to break it up, even though it makes the individual chapter short. Sorry! Once the main story starts, which will be written as a normal file of SPR, the chapters will be full-length (probably around 3000 - 4000 words or so). The prologue is a bit confusing and is intended to be that way, so let your imaginations run wild!

Also, for those that don't know, "Onee-chan" or "Nee-chan" are ways of referring to your older sister in Japanese. I don't like mixing in languages when I write, but I thought "Big Sis" sounded cheesy, so the only other Japanese that will come in are the common suffixes like -san, -chan, -bou, etc.

Disclaimer: Unfortuantely, I don't own Ghost Hunt. I asked for the rights, but it was too expensive. :( hehe

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The Sealed File

Prologue: Part One

A cold draft drifted through the wooden floor planks of the old Victorian home. A young girl of fifteen with long raven hair, braided to the side for sleep, reached up and grabbed another thick blanket from the foot of her bed. She tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position to fall back into slumber. She had been stuck in England for over two weeks now, and, even though England was her part-time home, she much preferred the livelihood and more tolerable weather of Japan. England always seemed so cold. Day after day would pass and not even the slightest peak of sunshine would slip through the overcast skies. To make it even worse, she wasn't even staying in her own home, as her parents were back in Japan working on yet another one of their paranormal investigations. Her parents often promised her that once she became old enough, they would allow her to participate. The thought of when that would actually be constantly nagged at her mind. She houghed and punched at her pillow, half attempting to fluff it and half relieving her frustration.

"Onee-chan?" A soft voice entered her left ear. She rolled over, peering into her younger brother's bright blue eyes. They were almost the same shade as her own, but hers were a bit darker, a bit cloudier than the twinkling sapphire orbs of the little boy.

"What is it, Genie?" She smiled at him. She couldn't remember when she had started calling her brother Genie. Her parents usually referred to him as Gene, short for Eugene. "Are you cold?" She inquired. She always felt like she needed to be protective of her brother, although she didn't quite know the reason she felt this way. He was just so kind-spirited, and even though he was five years younger than herself and already taller than her, something about him felt very fragile. "Do you want to come sleep with me?"

He hopped out of bed, and with light footsteps, walked over to the bed with his older sister. She lifted up the covers for him to crawl in, ruffling his chestnut hair as he drew near. "Isn't it a bit too cold to be wearing that during an English winter?" His eyes gazed down to the sleeping kimono the girl was wearing.

She shrugged. "Probably. It's just something I found in the back of mom's closet before we came to Uncle Lin's." She loosened the tie around her slim waist to make herself more comfortable. "I thought it would remind me of mom and dad while they are away in Japan, but..." Her voice trailed off. She normally slept in sleeping kimonos back in Japan. She always found them more effeminate and mature than a normal pajama set, like her little brother's light blue woolen one. She slid her arms protectively around the boy, absorbing the radiating heat from his frame and allowing her heavy eyelids to close.

Gene's bright blue eyes darted around the room, images of faces flashing before him, words of their thoughts trickling into his ears. He recognized some of them, his fiery redheaded godmother, his rather unconventional godfather, but their faces were so much younger and filled with worry. He shut his eyes, trying to focus on the frames which still sped before his eyes though shut. He tried timing his breathing to the rhythmic inhales and exhales of his sleeping sister at his back. The indecipherable syllables pounded against his eardrums, his stomach churned feeling the dread of those in his visions.

"Dad's tought me what to do in these situations." He calmed himself with the thought, wiping a way a tear that had already left a watery path down his face, a tear that was not his own, but of someone else in another time or place. He knew what he needed to do, eliminate the constants and decide what was causing his psychometric visions. It couldn't be his Uncle Lin's house, he had slept there countless times and in this very bed; not to mention his Uncle always had a proteticive ward about the house, so no "unwelcomed" visitors could penetrate the home. His sister mumbled something in her sleep and began tossing and turning. He rolled over, his eyes studying her face. Her long lashes fluttered against her cheeks, signaling that she was deep in sleep, but the pained expression on her porcelain face told him that it was not a desirable dream. He sat up, readying himself to wake his sister from the nightmares she so hated, and in doing so, he momentarily broke the physical contact he had with her and the visions stopped.

"Forgive me, nee-chan." He had determined the variable that must be causing his visions: the sleeping kimono. It was the only thing he could think of that was not a familiar object. He slipped his hand onto it and clutched the silky fabric, rubbing his fingers gently across its smooth surface. Again he saw the horrified expressions, this time in much more vibrance. Their shouts slowly became audible.

"Nau-Maku-San-Man-Da, Ba-" He heard the younger looking version of his godfather begin the Buddhist mantra to dispel an enemy. The syllables all familiar, not only from his studies and father's teachings, but because it was one of his sister's preferred methods of exorcism, since she had the ability to see and sense spirits, or "Yuurei" as his father had once distinguished.

"Stop it, Bou-san!" He heard his godmother shriek. Her voice lowering. "You could kill her." His godmother's eyes were stained red.

There was a figure in the distance, but he could not make out who it was. It kept wandering further away, out of his field of vision.

"Masako!" A voice cried.

His eyes shot open and he pulled his hand away from the fabric. "Masako?" He mused. "Why were they calling onee-chan's name?"

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Author's Note: So that's part one of the prologue! Please read and review! Reviews are always so helpful and constructive criticism is always welcomed as well. So for now, do you guys have any speculations about who the two children and are and who their parents might be? Part Two of the Prologue should be up soon, then on to the main story!