A/N: I actually wanted to do a Ghost Hunt AU here, but! Someone already made one. Which is really good, cos hers/his is so much better than what I could ever do, but ... ahem! I desist!

Pairings: Main: ghost!2759, ghost!18xghost!69

Side: ghost!100x Yuni, ghost!Shouichixghost!Spanner, ghost!GiottoxG, AlaudexFon, DaemonxElena, ghost!LalxColonello, DInoxSqualo, YamamotoxChrome, BelMammon, maybe more.

Hope you enjoy!

Gokudera was bored.

And bad things tended to happen when Gokudera got bored.

The school cafeteria blew itself up, the locker-room blew itself up, the garden -

- well, things generally tended to 'blow themselves up' when Gokudera got bored. Which was why he had been expelled from about every school in Italy and Europe and had had to come to study in Japan.

"So what can I blow up here?" he wondered aloud, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Kufufu, I wonder. What indeed?" a voice answered him.

The silverette had obviously not been expecting this, as testified by the five sticks of dynamites he promptly lobbed in the general direction of the voice.

"Ehhhh?" A voice came from the opposite direction. "Why did you blow Mukuro-kun up? Not that I'm complaining ..."

"Oya oya! Just who blew whom up, marshmallow freak?"

"B-Byakuran-san! Mukuro-san! Please stop this." another voice spoke up, followed by a slow drawl with a foreign accent. "Don't overstrain youself, Shouichi, you'll get another stomach-ache."

"Shou-chan?" the voice which Gokudera assumed belonged to this Byakuran person spoke up, sparkling.

Yes, Gokudera wasn't even kidding. The voice sparkled.

"Eeep! Spanner, my stomach hurts..." Shou-chan or Shouichi's panicked voice came out in a squeak.

"Stay away from him, Byakuran." Spanner drawled.

"Kufufu, bullying poor Shouchi-kun again?" the first voice - Mukuro, was it? -spoke up again.

Gokudera felt it necessary to interject at this point.

"WHY THE HELL CAN'T I SEE A SINGLE ONE OF YOU?" he accused loudly, pointing his finger at the thin air in the general direction of Shouichi's voice. He seemed far nicer than the others and more probable to give him the answer.

"Erm ... because ..." Shouichi's voice trailed off.

"Oya oya, this is rather hard to explain."

"Ahaha, its as Mukuro-kun says!"

"Its because we are ghosts." Spanner drawled.

"Really!" Gokudera felt pretty sure his eyes were sparkling. " You mean real ghosts?"

"Uh ... yes?" Mukuro's voice sounded suddenly wary.

"I-its scary how he's so prepared to believe it... people usually don't ..." Shouichi squeaked.

"Ahaha, maybe I'll give you one of my marshmallows for being a good boy!"

"BYAKURAN-SAN! He's not a dog!"

"But it makes this more convenient, doesn't it?" Spanner's lazy drawl came.

"Mukuro-kun was right when he said this one might hear us! I should reward Mukuro-kun nicely~!" Byakuran's voice was sparkling once again.

"Stop doing that with your voice. Its weird." Mukuro muttered. "And I don't want your 'rewards'. Thanks to you, marshmallows make me break out in hives."

"Awww, but marshmallows aree so-"

"What are you doing, silver-headed-kid?" They all looked at Gokudera at Spanner's question.

And stared.

And stared.

And sweat-dropped unanimously.

Gokudera had a notebook out, and was scribbling at a high speed, mumbling things like 'marshmallows seem to be a weakness' and 'prone to stomach aches'.

"Making a database on the first real ghosts I've ever met!" he replied, not looking up.

"Errr..."

"I wonder if its alright to ask him?"

"I-I suddenly feel I'd rather risk Byakuran than him." Mukuro mumbled, eyebrows twitching.

"Ahaha, I'm glad, Mukuro-kun!" At Byakuran's sparkly voice, Mukuro decided to take matters in his own hands.

"Go-ku-de-ra-kun." he read from the notebook Gokudera was currently scribbling in, "How would you like an opportunity to study us up close for as long as you like?"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!" Gokudera's ecstatic scream made him jump backwards, even though he was invisible to the silverette.

"If you let me do something like that ,...! I have always wanted to meet a ghost ...! If ... if I could research on live ghosts ( 'But we're all dead, you know.' the four simultaneously though and sweat-dropped.) ..."

"I take it you are not completely opposed to the idea?" Mukuro pressed, trying to disregard Byakuran's invisible but very much not-insensible hurt look and pout directed at him.

"Not at all! It would be an honour! My dream come true!" Gokudera had no idea how much he resembled a puppy wagging his small tail right then.

"Then how about we offer you all that, in exchange for a place to stay?"

"Place to ... Certainly! You are welcome to stay at my home if you want!" Gokudera nodded vigorously. Living together equalled more research time and more in depth information about their lifestyle. This was certainly an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

As they all trailed happily after the silverette ( who decided the occasion merited skipping school - oh, who was he kidding, he would have skipped school anyway! ) minor grumblings could be heard.

"Uwah, Mukuro-kun! I thought you said you would stay with me?"

"I changed my mind after your sparkly voice, kufufu ..."

Shouichi and Spanner sweat-dropped.

-_-;;;;;

G was fuming as he wrestled with a pan, the same way he had been wrestling with other pots and pans for the last - one glance at the clock confirmed this - two and a half hours.

"I'm in the damn Mafia for God's sake!" he screeched, managing to succesfully burn his hand - yet again. "Not a baby-sitter! What the goddamn Hell was Gokudera thinking when he put me in charge of fucking Hayato of all people?"

Oh, right.

"Get that brat out of my sight if you don't want me to blow him up."

Although it would have been a nice change from the brat blowing everyone and everything else (and occasionally himself) up, G wasn't sure he could deal with the paperwork that would inevitably follow any blowing up incidents again.

Because yes, Mr. Gokudera was that cruel, and would push all the paperwork over to him. It wasn't for nothing that he was known as a ruthless Boss - his methods of torture were far more saidstic than any other G had encountered, and involved paperwork.

Lots and lots of paperwork.

Enough to make G take Hayato and randomly packed baggage, and take the next plane out of Europe to goddamn Japan.

"I swear to God, if I had been aware this was included in the job description of a right hand man, I would have fucking ran the opposite direction the moment he approached me." the pinkette (?) mumbled. Well, if it can be called mumbling even when it could probably be heard about one mile away.

In all honesty, G probably hadn't known better at the time he was 'approached' anyway.

"Be my right hand man!" his older brother commanded, pointing a gun at his face.

"Ummm... sure. Why not?" the pink-haired boy might have an explosive temper, but he also happened to have a brain, which he really didn't want to see splattered all over the wall. Though he wouldn't be seeing it if it came to that, but ... well, you get the drift.

Oh, and all these happened when G was 6 and his older brother 11.

You are welcome to rant about the kind of parents that let an 11-year-old anywhere near a gun. The answer would be easy and in one word : Mafia.

Having effectively convinced himself of the illegitimacy of his own parents and his brother, and having decided he must have been adopted because insanity apparently ran in the family, G tried to concentrate on cooking again.

!

G yelped, burning his hand for the eighteen-fucking-th time as he hurried to open the door.

SLAM!

Wait a minute ...

"WHY DID YOU RING THE BELL WHEN YOU HAD A KEY YOU BRAT!"

"STOP FUCKING YELLING YOU OLD MAN!"

"LIKE HELL WILL I STOP YELLING! I BURNT MY HAND THANKS TO YOU!"

"WHY DO YOU NEED TO COOK ANYWAY? ARE YOU A HOUSEWIFE?"

There was no saying how long their shouting match would have continued, if, out of thin air, a raven-haired boy hadn't appeared all of a sudden, making G gape and Gokudera become even more excited.

"You two are loud."

"There's a ghost in our house too? Or are you an alien?" Gokudera fumbled in ecstasy, searching for his notebook.

' ... however we view it he's still taking this way too normally ...' Shouichi, Mukuro and Spanner thought, sweat-dropping yet again. Byakuran was lost in his marshamllowy dreams and probably thinking of marshmallows and sparkles and unicorns made of marshmallows. If he was thinking at all.

The boy ignored Gokudera and turned to where the four invisible ghosts were, pointing at them.

"Get out. This is my territory."

"EHHHHHHH!" Byakuran, successfully brought down from his Marshmallow Land by the threat of having their new residence taken away, protested indignantly. "But there's nowhere else we can go!"

"Our residence was pulled down." Spanner offered monotnously.

"M-my stomach hurts." Shouichi slumped down, all of them visible.

"Shall we take this outside?" Mukuro held up a trident.

"MUKURO!" the other three cried.

"Kufufu, he's the one that started it!" Mukuro pointed out, sounding uncannily like a little boy and pouting like one, though nobody pointed it out to him because he would invariably kill them if they did. Painfully. Slowly. And probably torture them before that. Horribly. "Besides, if we can't, why's he getting to stay here?"

"HIEEEEE! HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS HERE?" a brunette exclaimed, falling down at Gokudera's foot, pulling off the 'from thin air' trick again. G was getting bored of everyone appearing from thin air. Was it a new trend or what?

"You're a ghost that specialises in camouflaging itself from other spirits and psychics." Mukuro smirked, "But I'm a spirit that has a high level of ... spirituality?" he trailed off, frowning. It ahdn't sounded as grand as he had intended it to, probably because he had no idea why or how he had discovered the brunette either.

"..." the raven-haired man contemplated this. "He can stay. So can the other two, as long as they stay away from the second floor. That's completely mine. They're just small animals. You -" pointing at Mukuro, " - and you." at Byakuran - "Leave before I bite you to death."

"Oya oya, is that a compliment?" Mukuro smirked - when does he not smirk? - "However, I'm not too pleased about it since its making you kick me out."

"Try to, at any rate." Byakuran smiled. Mukuro's smile twitched.

"Look, if you don't let me stay, I have to put up with this annoying guy, watching him perv out on a little girl everyday." he pleaded. Yes, Byakuran made even Mukuro plead, what with his sparkly voice and apparent pervertness.

"...shouldn't you protect the little girl?" G asked.

"She likes him doing it!" Mukuro defended hotly. Hotly as in a small beam of fire suddenly erupted from the floor.

"HIEEEEEE!" the brunette promptly became invisible to everyone.

"MUKURO!" Shouichi screamed.

"...I have to make you something to control that power of yours ..." Spanner noted.

"THE CARPETING!" G yelled.

"Its just an illusion." Mukuro mumbled, trying not to look shame-faced, because dammit! Mukuros don't look shame-faced! That's for ten-year-old boys caught with their hands in a cookie jar, or twenty-year-old boys caught with their hands down another boy's pants.

Ehem. Just. Please. Ignore that. Please.

Mukuro's mind is a scary place. You don't want to know. Trust me on this.

"... have certain powers..." Gokudera muttered, his tongue sticking out a little as he scribbled everything down.

"Mister? Are you alright?" The brunette ghosts voice came, "Mister with pink hair?"

"Its red." G replied absent mindely. "And yes, thank you for asking. I was just wondering that if this porves I'm really a Gokudera. I certainly have the insanity for it."

A/N: Review and ... and... I have nothing to offer otl.

Erm, KHR characters will give you hugs? /tonfa'd, bomb'd, trident'd, HDW'd, Mosca'd,/

Byakuran: Free hugs~~~ 3

Everyone else: -sweat drops-

Yamamoto: Ahaha, I'll join in!

Mukuro: -eye twitch- You! Are you cheating on my cute Chrome?

Hibari: Hn. Stop crowding around, herbivores.

Me: -beaten and in a corner of doom- Please feel for my pain and review T^T