I do not own Ghost Hunt in any way, shape or form...although I wish I did. :)

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I yawned and stretched, flexing my arms and making the joints pop. It was a Saturday morning, and I'd finally been able to sleep in. It had been a very relaxing sleep; no freaky prophecies or anything.

WAIT. SLEEP IN?!?! I whipped my head around to look at my alarm clock; fully awake now. It was 10:15 a.m. Oh, no! I thought. I jumped out of bed and began hurrying around the room, jumping into some clothes quickly and racing for the bathroom.

Naru's gonna kill me! I groaned as I ran the toothbrush through my mouth once. I rinsed my mouth out and dragged the brush through my tangled hair and stifled yelps as it yanked through knots.

I was running out the door in less than five minutes. Oh, crap! I moaned. I'm supposed to be there at eight on Saturdays!

Oh, wait, sorry. In all the mayhem, I guess I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Mai Taniyama: a freshman in high school and the secretary at Shibuya Psychic Research—SPR for short. My boss, Kazuya Shibuya (or Naru the Narcissist, as I like to call him) specializes in the field of ghost hunting. I have to say the job gets pretty dangerous sometimes, but I don't think I'd want life any other way.

I was in such a hurry to get out the door that I didn't have time to process that someone was standing right outside my apartment and I catapulted into them. Whoever it was gave an annoyed snort of impatience.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I gasped. "It's just that I'm in a hurry because I'm late for work and—"

"Are you Mai Taniyama?" the lady asked coolly, ignoring my babbling.

I froze and closed my mouth. "Yes," I replied uncertainly.

I looked the lady up and down. She looked to be as old as Ayako; maybe a little older. She had black hair cropped to her shoulders, and she had a pair of designer sunglasses over her eyes. Her lips, which were formed into a permanent scowl, were pursed thin in annoyance.

"Well, Taniyama, I have to say that you've kind of screwed up as first impressions go," she said scathingly, adjusting her sunglasses.

"Well, can't really do anything now, can I?" I asked with a nervous laugh; running a hand through my short brown hair.

"Well, in your case, you better wish that you could." The lady gave a scornful snort.

That pissed me off. "Would you mind telling me who you are and why you're wasting my time?" I snapped, through with being polite. "You're making me even more late for work than I already am!"

"Listen, Mai," she said coldly. "I'm Omi Nazuka from the government. It seems that one of your new neighbors has found your living conditions unsuitable for someone your age. I am here for the day to watch you at work and inspect your apartment. Now, if you want to have at least a prayer of staying how you're living now, you better hope that I find your apartment and especially your work place acceptable."

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I walked into work, trying to ignore Omi who was trailing right behind me like a bloodhound on a scent. "Hey, Naru!" I called. "Sorry I'm late!"

"Tea, Mai!" Naru called icily from his room.

"'Naru'?" Omi repeated, raising an eyebrow at me. She had been peppering me with questions the whole walk here, and I had told her my boss's name was Kazuya Shibuya. Obviously, she was questioning my nickname.

I set my mouth into a hard line. "You can just have a seat there, Nazuka," I said through clenched teeth; indicating the couch.

I stepped into the kitchen, putting a kettle on the stove and trying not to explode over Omi's presence.

"Mai, if that woman doesn't have an appointment, tell her to leave. I don't pay you to sit around chatting all day," Naru said from behind me.

I turned to scowl at him. "For starters, don't sneak up behind me like that; it's creepy. Two, you hardly pay me anything. And three, I wish she would leave!" I glared in Omi's general direction, which happened to be at the wall.

"Stop being disrespectful to your boss, Mai," Naru said in his usual indifferent tone. "And who is she?"

I grit my teeth angrily. "Omi Nazuka. Apparently, someone in my apartment complex found my living conditions 'unsuitable' for a person my age. The government was called, and she was sent down to inspect my apartment and watch me at work." I glared even harder at the plaster wall, wishing I had heat vision that could burn all the way through and into Omi's brain.

Naru leaned against the doorframe, looking into the front office where Omi was sitting on the couch. "So she's going to be here all day?" he said, almost sounding irritated.

"Yes, so can you please try and give me a break today?" I practically begged.

Naru gave me a hard look. "Fine. But that tea better be good."

I sighed in defeat. "Right." I turned to the whistling kettle and reached for a hot-pad.

"And Mai?"

"Yeah?" I turned to face Naru, who was beginning to walk out the door.

"If I'm not mistaken, you will be sent to an orphanage if this woman is unsatisfied, right?" he asked; his face unreadable.

I turned away, trying not to look anywhere besides my hands as I fixed the tea. "Yeah; I will," I replied quietly and trying to deny it inside.

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Hope you liked it! Read and review please! I'll update at five comments! Be nice; this is my first Ghost Hunt fanfic! :D