I don't know what compelled me to take it, but something was edging me forward, tempting me, I don't know why I've never stolen anything ever, I knew it was wrong and yet… but I never would have taken it if I had know what it was, the reason why I was being chased by treasure hunters, thieves, even Pharaohs of the ancient past, but the most frightening was the dark sprits lurking in the shadows, and inside the Eye of Ra.
TrixyJax: This is my first fanfic so please be nice
Monk: Why are you worried? Nobody's going to read it anyway…
Mai: Monk! How could you say something like that! Don't listen to him Trix, you're an excellent writer!
Monk: I was just joking, jeez!
Mai: *pouts* well you're not funny!
Naru: This whole conversation is pointless. If you keep this up all the readers will have died of boredom.
Mai & Monk: -_-
Lin: Well now that, that's cleared up; TrixyJax does not own Ghost Hunt and constructive criticisms are encouraged as long as you aren't-
Masako: A bitch about it! You can give your opinions; just make sure you not some lame flamer with nothing better to do than criticize someone's literature when you your self can't tell a good plot from a horrid one!
Lin: That's not what I was going to say…
TrixyJax: … umm yeah… please enjoy my writings and I am all for any ideas/opinions you have for me… thank you :D
Phantom Pharaoh
Written By: TrixyJax
Chapter 1
Break-ins
"Please, Daddy!" I begged.
"Mai, I don't know if I want you to come with me," my dad said scratching his head.
"Oh please, please I've always wanted to see your work!"
My dad's face lit up, "Really Mai? I had no idea you were interested in Archeology!"
In all honesty I just didn't want to go to school, but I have actually been fascinated with Dad's studies for some time now.
"Yea Dad I really want to look at the artifacts you've collected."
"Alright Mai, I'll let you go, but only because I'm getting to look at a new artifact today and really want to share it with someone."
"Kay, when do we go?" I asked happy that I got out of taking a certain geometry quiz.
"Right now!" he said gleefully.
The drive there wasn't too long but my dad has a way of making everything seem slower than it really is…
"Hey Mai, did you know that King Tutankhamen died from a chariot wound, apparently he fell off and died from it. And everyone thought he was murdered…"
My dad gave me a full history lesson the whole way; I don't think he even stopped to breathe once.
"We're here," my dad, announced pulling into a parking space.
"Wow," I said my voice dripping with sarcasm.
The building was old, crippled in a way, it looked like it was about to collapse, and I'm pretty sure that windows aren't suppose to hang down like that.
"I know it isn't nice like a university but I'm proud of it anyway," he explained.
I didn't respond and followed him through the doors of the weary looking building. When I walked in, it was cleaner than I expected, a little disorganized but overall nice. When we walked through the lobby (if you can call it that) there were book shelves filled with many assortments of papers and pictures that it made my head spin. It seemed like dozens of people must have run through this hallway and yet there was nothing but a painful, empty silence.
"Hey Dad, where is everybody? We can't be the only ones here," I asked filling the nothingness with echoes.
"Oh, well, it's a work holiday today, but I wanted to be the first one to examine the package we just got…" he explained.
"Why?" I asked confused, he seemed really eager so there must be something more to this story.
"Well, it was just on the door steps when we found it there and it didn't have a return address or anything for that matter, just a blank box, don't you think that's mysterious?" he asked, his eyes gleaming. "Everyone thinks it was a mistake or a prank or something, but I have this feeling deep inside that keeps telling me it's something much, much more than that!" he said making overly dramatic hand gestures.
"Yeah sure dad, but when you open it and it's full of crap, don't come crying to me," I said callously, but in truth, I was curious too, perhaps just as much as he was.
"Well aren't you the positive one," he returned walking toward the staircase.
I was shocked when I came to the first step, everything was so chaotic, papers, books, and even artifacts were all over it, I didn't know what to say. Then I turned toward my dad and I knew this wasn't what it was suppose to look like, his eyes were filled with shock, anger, and confusion.
"Wha… how… I don't understand…" he said mumbling to himself.
There was a long, dreary silence until I found words, "Dad… someone must have broken in. We should call the po-"
"The box! They must have been after the box!" he shouted cutting me off and hastening up the stairs.
I quickly chased after him, trying not to step on any of the items drowning the stairs. When I caught up with him, he was on the ground searching through the scattered papers and shattered glass, trying desperately to find his desired package. Then he stopped, picked up a small cardboard box, turned, looked me straight in the eye, and said,
"It's empty…" His voice was dead and cold, his eyes had hardened.
"Dad calm down, um…" I couldn't think of anything to say.
There was nothing but silence, a dark atmosphere for what seemed like an infinite amount of time until my dad took a deep breath.
"I'll call the police…" he said slowly, leaving.
I looked around the room, everything was destroyed, the computer smashed, books dumped on the floor, and glass everywhere, but then something caught my eye, an eye.
I walked toward it, feeling anxious, but why?
"What is it?" I asked picking it up.
I moved it back and forth between my hands, analyzing every aspect of it; an eye with a dark blue pupil, carried by a snake and bird, with a long gold chain.
"It's a necklace… I think," I said stroking it.
"Mai…" a voice called.
I turned around, no one was there.
"Hello? Dad?" I said confused.
There was no response.
"DAD!" I yelled.
"What it is Mai?!" I heard my dad shout back.
"Never mind," I said puzzled.
"The voice was different and closer… I'm sure of it," I said to myself. "Great now I'm hearing things, just great, just what I needed," I ranted.
I was trying to convince myself that it was just in my head, but I had a feeling it wasn't. I guess I should go see if Dad's okay, I thought, about to put down the necklace.
"Don't…" was the command.
"Huh?"
I looked down at my hand; it had stopped on its own accord. I was baffled, I was actually thinking of taking it, keeping it, stealing… I placed it on the table, and walked toward the door, but then I froze in place when I heard,
"Mai… stop…"
"Who's there?" I whispered.
Once again, there was no response, only silence, a sinister quiet, a frightening threat.
"What?" I demanded.
I looked back toward the necklace, and felt a strong urge for it, I wanted it. I walked back to the table, picked it up, and said,
"What ever the hell is going on, don't think you can tell me what to do, you hear!"
"Mai, what's wrong?!" My dad asked.
I heard him running up the stairs and felt a wave of panic wash over me and I slid the eye inside my pocket as he walked into the room.
"Mai, is something wrong I thought I heard you shouting?"
I shifted back and forth on my feet before I answered.
"Oh… um… I thought I heard you call my name, that's why I yelled…" I said, feeling guilty, but it was the truth.
He looked at me doubtfully for what seemed an interminable amount of time.
"Oh, anyway I contacted the authorities and they said they'd be over in about ten minutes…" he paused and looked around, "Is everything okay?"
"Yes, Dad, didn't you just ask me that?" I said trying to sound annoyed.
"Yes, but you seem a little off… are you sure?" he asked his face full of concern.
My heart skipped a beat, He's suspicious, what am I suppose to say? I searched through my head to find a convincing lie,
"I'm just a little on edge, after all this place was just broken into."
"Yeah I suppose you're right," he said walking toward the destroyed computer.
"Damn, this was brand new too," he said, chunking the broken keyboard at the nearest wall.
"Dad!" I shouted, "Don't just throw things, your tampering with evidence, ya know messing up the scene of the crime!" I said feeling like a total hypocrite.
"I don't care," he said with a dark look in his eyes, "All I want is that box…" I had never seen this side of him before, it was scary.
"D-dad… um…" I stopped frightened by his demeanor.
"Yes?" he asked lifting an eyebrow.
"Well… what makes you think that it was the box they were after, I mean they could have been after any of your artifacts," I said timid.
His face grew sinister, full of anger, "Because that's the only thing that's missing! It's the only thing they took!"
I just looked at him shocked, my eyes stinging with tears.
"Oh… Mai I am so sorry… I didn't mean to…" he said his face softening.
I wiped away a couple of tears and said,
"It's okay, I'd be a little angry if someone deprived me of a mysterious box too."
He smiled, "Yeah, let's go down stairs, the police will be here soon."
When we had just stepped outside the building, several flashing police cars pulled up.
"Are you Lee Yoshida-san?" a cop asked, pulling out a notepad.
"Yes," my dad responded.
"And you claim that the building with the address 10-32, Akasaka 8 Chome, Minato-ku, Tokyo was broken into and that certain items were stolen?" he asked bored.
"Claim? Claim? Why don't you see for yourself if we claim that someone broke into my dad's building?!" I shouted enraged by his cold indifference.
He looked down at me and spoke as if I was a little kid,
"It's not polite to shout at someone, this is our procedure, and we cannot assume anything until all evidence has been analyzed."
I fought my urge to stick my tongue out like he was expecting me to do.
"Mai calm down let them do their job. Sir I apologize for my daughter's behavior," my dad said trying to change the unpleasant atmosphere. "I hope she hasn't offended you," he said, then whispered, "Mai apologize."
"Not at all," he said unemotionally.
It took all my strength not to punch that uncaring jerk.
"Please excuse my rude behavior… Sir," I said with heavy sarcasm.
"Apology accepted," he said with a dull voice while looking at his notepad.
My blood began to boil, what the hell is his problem, it's like he has no emotions at all, I just can't stand people like that! I screamed inside my head, what a narcissist!
"Well, shall we take a look?" he asked my father.
"Please," was his response.
"Alright Lin!" he shouted at another officer.
They had a quick discussion and then entered the yellowed building, and my father and I followed after them.
"Whoa," was the response once we reached the stair case, but the look on their faces was priceless when we reached my dad's office.
Then Naru (as I had come to call him) turned toward my father and spoke,
"Well it was most certainly broken into, but did you ever think that it was just a group of punks that felt like vandalizing whatever they could find?"
My father took a deep breath to suppress his anger,
"No, because the only thing that was taken was a box with unknown contents."
"And how did you come to posses this box?"
"It was on the steps of the building, with no return address, just a blank box."
"I see," he said writing everything down.
"Hey, is this the box you're talking about?" asked Lin picking up a demolished piece of cardboard.
"Yes," my father said, "But the thieves took whatever was in it."
"And this was the only thing they took?" Lin asked seemingly apathetic.
"Yes," my father repeated.
"Interesting," he whispered to himself.
Then Naru began to speak, "We will continue to investigate this matter further, but I would appreciate it if you left so that you are not in the way."
I clenched my teeth together, just how arrogant was this guy, I mean how rude and unattached could you get?
"I understand. Please let us know if you find anything," my father said turning on his heels and walking toward the door.
"We'll do," was Naru's last response before we left.
"So… what now?" I asked.
"How 'bout some ice cream, I know I could use some," my dad responded with a smile.
"Sounds good," I said happily.
The ride to Billionaire Boys Club (A/N an ice-cream store in Japan) was quite, meaning that my dad was probably thinking about the box.
I felt a sharp jolt in my stomach when I slid my hand into my pocket, remembering what was in it.
"I'd almost forgotten," I said absent-mindedly.
"Forgot what?" my dad asked curious.
My heart began pounding in my chest, waiting to explode as I searched for an answer,
"Oh… um… I forgot that… um…"
My dad looked at me impatient for an answer.
"I forgot that I was supposed to take out the trash yesterday," I laughed nervously.
He stared at me until the cars behind him began to honk, waiting for him to move.
I tried to change the mood, "Can you believe that one guy? I mean what a total jerk!"
"And to whom are you referring?" my dad asked half ignoring me.
"That one officer, the one that kept pissing me off," I tried to explain.
"You're going to have to be a little more specific," my dad said showing a hint of a smile.
"What are you inquiring?" I asked grinning in return.
"Well, you seemed kind of angry at everyone," my dad responded.
"I'm talking about the guy that said we 'claimed' someone that had vandalized your building, the one who seemed really bored," I said motioning quotation marks with my hands.
"Oh, yeah him, I didn't care much for him either," my dad said parking.
"Well what would you like?" asked the ice cream scooper.
"I'll take one strawberry scoop and one mint chocolate chip scoop please," I said pressing my face into the glass, looking through all the flavors.
He looked at me in disgust, "That's an interesting choice of flavors."
"I'll take a chocolate scoop please," my dad said before I could respond to his remark.
"Here you go, come again," he said animated.
"So are we going home now or what?" I asked licking vigorously at my ice cream.
"Yeah, I guess so," my dad responded watching his ice cream drip down the cone and onto his hand.
"Dad, you can come back to earth anytime now," I said trying to break through his trance.
"Hmm," he said looking at me, "What?"
"You okay?" I asked now concerned.
"Oh yeah, just thinking…" he said turning back to his melting ice cream.
I guess I'll let him be, I thought.
The silent drive home reminded me of what I had taken and my stomach twisted into knots. When my dad pulled into the garage, I sprinted into the house, ran up the stairs two at a time, and slammed my door shut. I pulled the eye out of my pocket, placed it on my desk, and plopped down on my bed,
"Now what? There's no way I'm keeping it, but how do I get rid of it?"
I sat up, "I could tell dad…" I pondered that thought for a few moments, "NO! There's no way I could do that!"
My head span in circles as I tried to find a solution, "I'll just have to take it back to Dad's building… I suppose."
I thought it over and decided, "Okay that's what I'm gonna do! But how do I get it there is the question…"
"Mai!" my dad shouted.
"Yeah Dad?"
"I'm going to pick your sister up from school and we won't get home till five! Will you be okay at home by yourself?!"
"Yeah Dad, I'll be fine!" I responded.
"Okay see you later!"
"Wait what time is it?" I asked turning my head toward my clock.
"Oh my God! It's already three O'clock! How long did I space out?" I said dumping out my backpack and grabbing my homework.
I sat down at my desk and just as I was about to write I saw it out of the corner of my eye.
I shivered, "You're really creepy you know that?"
I glared at it and then something occurred to me,
"What exactly are you? I bet I could find it on the internet."
I pulled out my laptop and began searching for Egyptian eye.The first thing that came up was picture images (which weren't much help), the second was titled
The Eye of Horus
"Hum, this seems interesting," I said clicking on it.
Eye of Horus
The Eye of Horus (Wedjat) (previously Wadjet and the Eye of the Moon; and afterwards as The Eye of Ra) or ("Udjat") is an ancient Egyptian symbol of protection and royal power from deities, in this case from Horus or Ra.
The article continued to go on about how it was the symbol of Horus's left eye that had been ripped out and that it is often shown with the goddess Isis, but nothing really seemed all that relevant with my situation.
"Ahhhhhh!" I cried out in frustration.
"There's nothing about you hearing voices… maybe I have turrets! What am I suppose to do now?!"
I thought for a while about the next step, when my stomach growled,
"Oh yeah, all I've had today was ice cream no wonder I'm hungry."
I went down stairs and looked through the refrigerator,
"Nothing, great what am I suppose to eat?"
My stomach growled again,
"Alright fine I'll just go get fast food or something! Now where are my keys?"
Once I finally found them and was about to leave, I felt that something was missing, there was something I was forgetting, and whatever it was, it felt very important that I get it. I walked back up the stairs and into my room wondering what it was that I had forgotten when I saw the eye.
"Maybe I… should… take it?" I questioned.
"This is freaky! Fine whatever!" I shouted snatching it up.
I was too hungry to care at that point.
"Welcome to Chick-fil-a, may I take your order?"
"Yes, I would like a twelve pack of chicken nuggets, French fries, and a Dr. Pepper please!" I shouted into the speaker.
I saw my order flash up on the tiny screen and the static from the speaker cleared,
"And will that be all for you today?"
"Oh, could I also have extra barbeque sauce?"
I saw that pop up on the screen too,
"That will be ¥2109, please pull up to the second window."
I complied handing her my exact change and gratefully taking my dinner,
"Thank you."
She smiled back at me, "Have a nice day, come again."
I scarfed down my food as I drove back home, going over the speed limit after seeing it was six thirty-two (eighteen thirty-two) on the dashboard.
"Crap, Dad's going to be so pissed!"
I said worrying even more as I pulled into the driveway where there was flashing lights belonging to a police car.
"Uh,"
I said sinking into the seat wanting to just disappear,
"I'm so grounded."
I opened the door and walked into a much-distorted house; everything was knocked over, smashed, and destroyed.
"Um, did I miss the party or something?" I asked walking into the front entry.
"Mai!" My dad shouted pulling me into a huge bear hug.
"Thank God, Thank God you're safe!" he said suffocating me.
"Dad. Let. Go," I said struggling to break free.
When he finally released me I realized Naru had been silently watching the whole scene from afar, I glared at him,
"What are you doing here?"
He seemed oblivious to my tone.
"In case you haven't noticed, your house has been vandalized, I am here to investigate to break-in."
I looked around, "Oh. What happened?"
He looked at me as if I were stupid, "That's what we're here to find out."
Jeez this guy is so cold hearted and apathetic, but he also seemed frustrated?
Naru interrupted my thoughts,
"What was the time when you left the house?"
I thought about it,
"Um, it was around five (seventeen), maybe five thirty … I'm not really sure."
He glowered at me before asking another question,
"And was the house in a neat order when you left?"
I returned his glare,
"No, this is how it normally looks, what the fuck do you think?!"
He suddenly became vehement,
"I'm just asking you a damn question! Why can't you just answer calmly like a normal person?"
I stood shocked and antagonized, "And what about you? Why can't you act like a normal person?!"
He stood still for a moment before returning to his normal composure,
"So, the house was in an orderly fashion before you left?"
"Yes," I replied bewildered at his mood swings.
"My, my, what's with all the shouting?" a voice I knew all too well asked.
"Masako, I thought I told you to stay in your room," my Dad stated sighing.
"You did," was all she replied in that annoying, smirking tone of hers.
"Masako…" my dad hesitated,
"The police are questioning your sister and would appreciate it if you were to be… less of a distraction."
She picked up an apple and bit into it,
"Yeah, but if I did, then I'd miss out on all the fun."
I grimaced, how dare she?! What gives her the right to speak in such a manner?!
"Oh and another thing; please don't ever call her my sister, we may live under the same roof, but the similarities end there."
"Masako, I'd appreciate it if you would just shut up!" I said making sure she could hear the acid in my voice.
She smirked, "I'm only speaking in the tone you deserve."
I ground my teeth together, why was she always rude? Full of herself? I took a deep breath to calm myself,
"Whatever, what were you saying Naru?"
"Where did you hear that name?" Naru apprehensively asked.
I gulped; I wasn't supposed to say that out loud… oops…
"Umm, well… I just thought that… that name fit you?"
It sounded like a question, I felt stupid.
His eyes slanted, "You're going to have to give a better explanation than that sorry excuse for an answer."
I sighed, "Well, umm, it's kinda my nickname for you… short for narcissist…"
I mumbled the last part.
He straightened up seeming to relax,
"Alright, then that is all I have to ask, you are obviously of no more use."
I puffed up my face in anger,
"Excuse me?! I don't see you getting any closer to solving these break-ins! Next time you want to insult someone make sure you have the grounds to!"
Ha that ought to show him! Make him think twice before insulting me again!
He gave me a cold, hard stare,
"Maybe you take your own advice. I don't see you putting in any effort in to our investigation."
"Ah hmm," Masako interrupted,
"This little spar is getting us nowhere, and I for one would like to be able to sleep tonight, so Mai if you would quit distracting these hard working officers and let them continue their investigation, this would have been finished by now."
I glared at my sibling, why, why did Daddy have to adopt such a brat, wasn't one orphan enough?
Masako began to giggle stupidly and grabbed onto Naru's sleeve,
"I'd feel much less afraid if you slept with me tonight."
Naru slid out of her grasp and just flat out ignored her, but Masako seemed oblivious to his rejection,
"I don't believe we have properly introduced ourselves, my name is Masako Hara, and you?"
He glanced at her slightly annoyed,
"Kazuya Shibuya…"
"Ah, so Kazuya-san, if I may call you that; do you have any suspects?"
He gave her agitated look, "Not at the moment, no."
Masako stroked his arm, "I see, well don't be discouraged, I'm sure you will find the culprit eventually."
"If you would please release your hold of my arm and leave me be, I will be able to continue with my analysis," Nar- Kazuya hissed.
Masako immediately released him and put her sleeve over her mouth,
"I apologize. I didn't realize that I was making you uncomfortable."
I almost felt sorry for her I knew she was pretending to be indifferent, but I could tell she was on the brink of tears. Nar- Kazuya (you know what screw it! I'm just gonna call him Naru!) Naru didn't respond and walked over to his fellow officers, speaking in hushed tones.
I walked up to Masako despite her harsh words earlier and placed my hand on her shoulder,
"Hey, you okay? Don't give that guy too much thought, 'cause he's not worth it…"
A tear trickled down her check and fell on the tip of my index finger as she turned,
"Thanks, Mai… I'm sorry about…well ya know…"
I gave her one of my big goofy smiles,
"Aw don't worry about it, besides I don't know what you see in such a heartless jerk!"
She looked at me in disbelief,
"How could I not be attracted to such a beautiful man, I mean look at him for Christ's sake!"
I looked toward where Masako was gesturing, gave him a thoughtful glance, pouted, and turned back to Masako,
"He's not that good-looking."
She rolled her eyes, "Sure Mai, just keep telling yourself that."
I caught a glint in her eye,
"I bet you're really in love with him, but you just don't want to admit it."
My mouth fell open,
"There is no way I could like, let alone love, such a creep! Besides I already have someone!"
I placed my hands on my mouth; I wasn't supposed to say that part out loud! Everything just seemed to be coming out on its own!
Masako jumped up and down like a little girl,
"Who, who, who?!"
She stopped jumping and recomposed herself,
"Ah hmm, I mean I'm very curious to know whom it is that you have developed feelings for."
I giggled,
"Wow Masako, I had no idea that you actually had a nice side!"
She shot me daggers, "Shut up! Stop changing the subject and tell me who you like!"
I recoiled and became timid, "It's none of your business…"
She felt me weaken,
"Well Mai it is of my business because you yourself blurted out you had a crush, so now that it's started are you going to finish it or shall I?"
"I-I…"
"Yes?" Masako questioned.
"I like… Osamu Yasuhara-kun…"
Masako burst out laughing, "That nerd? Seriously Mai?"
I defended myself,
"He's not a nerd! Yes he's smart and wears glasses, but he's got a great personality and a good sense of humor, unlike your crush!"
Her laugher ceased abruptly,
"What are you inquiring?"
I grinned and poked her repeatedly,
"Nothing… just the fact that someone has eyes for a certain police officer…
She met my challenge,
"And what if I do?"
"I'm just saying you can't make fun of Yasu when you like someone so self-centered," I said waving my hand in Naru's direction.
I then thought about the pair, they would make a good couple; both stuck up, rude, and downright annoying!
"What are you smiling at?" Masako asked suspicious.
"Oh nothing…" I said waving my hand up and down dismissively.
"Whatever…" she said crossing her arms, ending our bonding moment.
I sighed and walked into the kitchen, grabbing some cold pizza that Dad must have gotten for Masako. I sat down and placed my purse on the table. It made a chink sound. I paled,
That's right… I forgot…
I reached toward the purple bag and flipped it open…
"What are you doing?"
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I shrieked.
I grabbed my shirt where my heart was, feebly trying to slow its beating.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Sneaking up on people like that!"
I turned around furious and glared up at Naru.
"Sorry…" he muttered.
I looked up at him all anger gone, replaced with confusion. Did Naru just apologize? The most conceded man I'd ever met? Well now that I thought about it; I didn't really have the grounds to judge him, I mean after all he was just doing his job and maybe he was having a bad day or something…
"Yoshida-san, if you leave your mouth hanging open like that a fly may get in…"
I shut my mouth and then reopened it to shout,
"Shut up! Besides my name is Mai Taniyama, not Yoshida!"
He looked at me confused, but it disappeared so quickly I couldn't have been sure it was there to begin with.
"That's right; my reports say you and Hara-san are orphans…"
"Your reports? You read my file? That's personal!!"
How dare he just go in and look at my life like I was nothing but a book character! (A/N oh Mai but you are…) That jerk, doesn't he know anything about privacy?
"It is part of my job to do a background check on anyone involved in an investigation," he explained, unsympathetic.
I shot him daggers and started toward the exit. I walked past Naru, whose eyes were boring into me and I stuck my tongue out at him. That jerk! He was a complete narcissist and an apathetic one at that! No way was I wrong about him! I didn't notice the small smirk that played across his lips as I left the kitchen.
"What were you doing with my Kazuya?!" Masako hissed.
I recoiled in fear of her biting my head off. All I did was talk… well yell at him for like a minute at most…
"I wasn't doing anything; we just talked for a moment is all…"
"And just what were you talking about?"
"Umm… nothing of relevance, actually…"
She glared at me but didn't press any further. She glided across the room and disappeared up the stairs.
I sighed and walked toward the green couch feeling something crunch under my feet. I looked down at the shattered coffee table; jeez whoever broke into our house sure had a lot of rage. I heard a familiar chink sound and span around so fast that I bumped into Naru.
"Naru! Oh my purse, thank you!" I said reaching out for it.
He placed it in my hand but didn't stop staring at me. It made me feel subconscious.
"What?"
His eyes narrowed,
"It's nothing of importance…"
And walked off, just like that, without another word… What? That guy is really strange… whatever…
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
Oh whoa
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me is it just a dream?
Oh whoa
I took my phone out of my purse, my hand brushing across it, and pushed the talk button,
"Hello?"
"Wadjet will be returned to us, mark my words. You may pay with your very life Mai!"
"Who is this?"
"…"
"Hello?"
I looked at the screen to see that the threatening caller had hung up. I shut my phone and began to panic! They knew I had it! Shit! Now what do I do?!
TrixyJax: Woot! Woot! First chapter finished! So what'd you think?
Mai: I think it's very interesting… I haven't seen a fanfic like this before…
TrixyJax: Thank you Mai! You're so sweet!
John (in his funny Australian accent): I think the plot it quite unique as well however, perhaps if you kept out some of the profane language…
Masako: Oh whatever John! If you've got something to say than say it! I myself thought overall it was fairly nice; however why did you make me such a snob? I mean really I'm not like that in real life, right?
TrixyJax: No, no Masako! Didn't you see I tried to make you seem nicer with the girl talk… it's just that I'm trying to keep all of your characters as real as possible!
Masako: And just what do you mean by-
Mai: Okay then, that's all for this little chat! R&R! S'il vous plaît, por favor, onegai shimasu, pretty please!
Naru & Lin: *Sips tea*
TrixyJax: Till next time, au revoir! (goodbye in French)