"Pain Filled Reality"

A/N: Hey guys! First ghost hunt fic evah(not really)...

I have to tell you, I am making up stories in some parts that were already made. (This is a fanfic, right?) So, some parts may not be similar to the original one.. TNX!

Disclaimer: Yea, yea. You know what's in it.

"Shibuya."

Those were the only words that came out of my mouth when I saw that certain person. That certain person who abandoned me. That certain person who assumed that I do not love him but his deceased brother. That certain person who left without a word. That certain person who destroyed me.

That certain person who I hate...

Five Years Ago:

"I'm sorry I'm late! My alarm clock went off and my water supply was cut so I had to go to my friends' house to wash myself, and, I missed the first bus so I had to wait for the second one and- wait, what is everybody doing here?" I asked still out of breath from my little 'speech' which I actually rehearsed on my way to the office.

"Mai, sit down." Bou-san said. I nodded dumbly as I thought what was up.

"Mai... It's about Naru." Ayako said, almost whispering.

"What? That narcissist wants some tea? And threw a fit? And was hospitalized due to the lack-of-tea disease? And-"

"Mai." I was cut off by the said narcissist.

I looked at him with concern written all over my face. Is it just me, or is Naru paler than usual?

"I'm leaving."

Those words shattered my heart. Leaving? Why was he leaving? Is he mad at someone? Me? Is my tea too bad? What's wrong?

"Mai." the same voice snapped me back to reality.

"Yes, Naru?" I said, almost in the verge of tears.

"Farewell." he said, on his way to his car.

And, the rest was pretty much history. I confessed to him, he rejected me, saying that I love his brother and not him and that I am merely his assistant—nothing more, nothing less, paying me my last pay check, and left for London without even looking back.

And now, here he is, standing in front of my apartment, wearing the same cold look as always, bribing me to become his 'assistant' again.

"Are you going to stand there like an idiot, or are you going to become my assistant again?" he said in a very unemotional mask.

I myself, wore a mask that is probably breaking his heart right now—if he has one, and, due to my experience, I bet he doesn't have one. The moment he left me, the Mai Taniyama the others knew was gone. The cheerful—sometimes stupid—young girl was lost. She was replaced by a new, cold-hearted—smart—mature lady.

All the evidence of the old Mai Taniyama existing was gone. The short puffy brown hair was replaced with long thigh length brown hair, the short petite figure turned to a tall, womanly figure and that oh-so-cheerful character was turned to a cold; heartless personality.

"I am sorry Mr. Shibuya; Mr. Davis, whatever you prefer. But, I already have a job that pays well—better than my old one actually. And I am quite satisfied of my life right now. So, if I were you, I would go somewhere else and see what poor creature would want to be your assistant."

And with that, I walked pass him and went to my work place. I didn't catch the slight sadness that flickered in his eyes.