The Ghost of my Past

Authoress: Hi, this is Ranabanana, though my full name is Ranabanana Thingamabob. Here to do my disclaimer, is my long lost somehow Chinese sister, Sandy! Introduce yourself, Sandy! Do the disclaimer while you're at it.

Sandy:...Hi, I'm Cassandra Pear Thingamabob! Nice to meet you! *Rana elbows Sandy in the ribs.

Ow! Oh, um...Rana does not own Prince of Tennis, Kelly Clarkson's 'Because of you', Evanescence's 'My immortal', or S-Club's 'Never had a dream come true'. However she does own her OCS, me, and her robot elephant, Fungoid Sycophant! This is the reedited version! Rana also says thank you to OROgoldenpair1 for pointing out the mistakes!

Chapter 1-The Ghost herself

On a very cold night a nearly empty bus was quietly rumbling its way through the lamp post lit streets. On that bus was a young girl, who looked not old enough to be out of middle school. Her short brown hair was almost hidden behind a thick beanie and her clothes were new and slightly dirty.

That girl was staring blankly out of the dirty, rain stained window with a bored look in her eyes.

Outside of the window, bright yellow blurs were passing by, putting an occasional beam of light onto her blank face and making her clothes glow lightly. In her lap was a silver box, and a small bag full of necessities.

"Funny," she muttered weakly, a the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "There are so many perfect American songs for this moment, what about the Japanese songs? Where are they...? So there's 'Never had a dream come true', 'Because of You,' or...that one song...

I'm so tired of being here.

Suppressed by my childish fears.

And if you have to leave,

I wish that you would just leave.

Cause your presence still lingers here.

And it won't leave me alone.

These wounds won't seem to heal.

This pain is just too real.

There's just too much that time cannot erase.

When you cried I'd wipe away all your tears.

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.

And I held your hand all of these years.

But you still have...all of me." sang the girl in little more than a whimper while scratching her short head of brown hair. "I wonder how other people will act when they've found out. I hope they actually care enough to look...Would you still...like me, Kirika, if you knew I was running away? I bet you would chastise me or something..."

The girl put the lyrics of the song in her silver box with 'Kano' scribbled on the top in crayon that also smelled faintly of cherries. The box held some stuff from her and her childhood friends most cherished memories. It was sort of pathetic, she thought. Then she remembered the strangely dull, yet painful feeling that she had had throughout the region of her back. It felt as though there were millions of bee stings at the center of her back and as though her head was splitting, for some reason. She was really tired and felt like she wanted to go to sleep. Her eyes didn't want to open anymore, and she didn't want to wake up. She just wanted to go to sleep. And yet a name stayed in her head. Fuji Syusuke, otherwise known as Kirika. She wanted to sleep...

Part Two

"Are you okay, Kori?" asked somebody coolly, as if he wasn't wearing a fuzzy purple bathrobe with mud on his face. In return the person,'Kori', continued to stare at him, wondering who the person was. They decided to name them the weirdo.

"You dare not speak to ore-sama, ah? After he comes all the way to a public hospital, just to get you," He glanced at Kori who was staring at him, the weirdo's hands on his hips in a rather feminine fashion. There was a sort of silence, only broken by the occasional beeps of a machine that was connected to the somebodies arm with a plastic bag of water on it.

"Wha...?" the somebody said blankly, after some time. The weirdo raised an eyebrow. The somebodies eyelids suddenly felt heavy, and a yawn escaped their lips, automatically blocked by their hand.

The somebody closed their eyes a little and watched as the weirdo started talking-the meaning lost-and as he became blurrier and blurrier. "Calm down, Keigo. Calm down..." Kori yawned and laid down in their bed, their hands slithering under the pillow. They were tired, and wanted to get some sleep.