Author's Note: Hello there! This is skylover4life! So I have decided to take this story head on! No more delay's like my other brain dead stories. I'm honestly more of a reader than a writer but this has been killing me! Naru needs to get laid. Seriously...*rubs temples* Well anyhow. This story IS taking place pre-series. The reason as to why is simple. I wan to develop my lovely OC Lisana. It will eventually lead to the series at a point and things are bound to get interesting but I figured, why not have my wonderful OC character Lisana meet the infamous Olive Davis? Being the first chapter I want to explain as to how Mai is going to fit in this...or at least give you a hint. It will be an eventual OliverxOC KazuyaxOC Naru\OC however you want to call it! It will be slow and pretty much realistic in a sense that Naru is a cold hearted beautiful asshole.

Anyways...I in no ways own anything in the Ghost Hunt Franchise. (Novel, Manga and or Anime) I just own the OC 's

Chapter 1 : Two degrees of separation

Febsendy 7, 1998.

The California sun radiated brilliantly that day. Children played in the Buena Vista Soccer park as their parents watched from the sides. Most of the parental guardians sported casual wear such as sun glasses, hats and shorts. A majority of the mothers where in the shade, The sun was especially warm today. It was a Saturday and like most young parents they all had the same idea to drain the energy of their little batteries they like to call demons - I mean children.

A cobalt 1984 Accord pulls into the parking lot occupied by a family of four. "Darn. Looks like they beat us to the best parking." The man chuckles. His face was clean shaven and his midnight black hair was jelled and bounced slightly as the breeze tugged on his hair from the open windows from the car door. He made a left turn and parked into one of the available parking spaces. His warm silver eyes focused on the rear view mirror. His sight rested on his two baby girls. His oldest being two and his youngest being one. The children both had the same auburn locks, their iris's a perfect chocolate brown. "Alright my little dumplings we're here. Lisana please stop taking Maira's binky. Don't give me that face. No. Its not yours." He and his wife proceed to roll up the windows slightly, enough to keep the breeze flowing throughout the car. His wife unbuckles her belt and proceeds to exit the vehicle. She opens door and adjust her ponytail. Her long rich chocolate brown hair that swayed from her ponytail reached down her back. She opened the back passenger door and began to retrieve the baby seat. "Lisana be a good girl and give mommy the binky." Lisana frowned. "I wanna binky too!" Her father at this time had been unbuckling her seatbelt. "Listen to mommy sweetheart. If you do. Daddy will buy you ice cream. Okay?" The two year olds eyes brightened at the mention of a sweet snack. She nods and hands her dad the pacifier. "Thank you sweetie."

Mariana smiles at her husband Johnathan as he locks the car doors. They walk together. Mariana holding Maira with one hand and holding Lisana's hand with the other. Johnathan holds Lisana's hand and diaper bag on his right arm. Lisana looks at him with her chocolate brown eyes. "Ice-cream daddy?" He stops and smacks his head. "Ah! I knew I forgot something." He smiled down and looked at his first child. "Be right back honey."

They watch him as he jogs to the car. A brown mini van honks at them. A woman with sunglasses leans out the window. "Excuse me?" Mariana turns to face the woman. "Oh hello? Do you need something?" The woman is wearing a black coat. Her main features hidden by the pair of shades. "Yes I'm looking for the nearest hospital?" Mariana seemed surprised. "Oh but the nearest hospital is in the next town over." The woman smiled an eery smile. "I know."

The doors to the van opened and a man struck at Mariana and snatched the carrier from her hands. Mariana hit the floor and Lisana screamed and bit the man. "No! Leave Mai alone you meanie!" He knocked her on the floor and she gasped from the impact. Johnathan ran after the man. Maira's cries muffled after the doors slam shut and drives away. "Johnathan! The baby!" Johnathan looks conflicted as he sees his blood dripping from his wife's nose. The sound of the car swerving in the distance as he inspects his wife condition. "My baby!" People begin to dial their phones and bystanders help the young family. The park drowned with the cries of despair and loss from a mother and the pain that a father would hold on perhaps what would seem the rest of his life.

At that moment in time. That family was never the same. That day. A part of them died that day...and they would not get it back...until much later.

October 12, 2010

After that day we became the headline of the century. The perpetrators were long gone and pictures of my baby sister were in the streets. My brain had been to small to comprehend what had happened on that day. The kid napping itself seemed sloppy. I tried to replay everything in my head but it just turned fuzzy after a while. My brain had completely whipped the memory whole in order to keep me sane. Proclaiming it was something that wasn't worth to remember.

A couple of years ago I found out it had been more complex than I imagined. My parents had brought it to my attention one day. They said that the perpetrators had gone to the airport and had an exchange of money with someone else. That person was said to traffic children. There people have claimed to have seen her. Sending anonymous tips that a woman in black was carrying a child in places ranging from New York to Asia. At one point the story had reached global awareness. Giving me and my parents almost unwanted attention. Don't get me wrong we needed it but at times it was a burden.

If we were caught with a glimpse of happiness the news would see it as us being heartless. At school my classmates would look at me with such pity... I could only stand so much of their piercing stares that I decided on just finishing my general education at a continuation school. As expected I graduated with basic and almost proficient scores. I avoided the television on the seventh of February... The news would once again remind the world of the Stadfeild tragedy.

Ever since then my parents worked day and night to find my sister. Donations helped pay for the extra bills we were paying to search. After many years of searching my parents needed a break. It was almost inhuman to be stuck on a goal for so long. Family and friends sought it as unhealthy. My parents and I refused to give in...especially after the dreams I had growing up. My mom had told me once that my grandmother was able to do things no one else could. That she had both a gift and a curse. I realized I had received this cursed gift as well...the curse of hearing the voices of the undead...and being able to see her memories...I could only recollect flashes of where she was...but only happened once. I doubted it at times, maybe I over thought it and dreamt it completely.

A frown escaped my lips. I looked at the night light in my hands. The lightbulb had a burnt stain on the inside due to constant use."Not again..." My face paled and and a bead of sweat formed on my forehead. I'll have to buy another one...this one is fried." I looked out the window and the movement below caught my attention. People were out at this time of day. I watched as they walked on the brick sidewalk. The tourist were easy to find. They looked at each building with owlish eyes and looked at the maps and would look forward to see what street they were on. Just like me. It would be another our before big Benjamin would declare the second tea break at noon. I let out an exasperated sigh. " If this Davis guy is a hoax...I don't know what I'll do. "

AN: So this chapter is short but its the first one! Let me down easy will you? I'm really excited! I'm so inspired. Despite that Ghost hunt is a little old I won't give up on it. This is good excersice for my brain. I'm not planning on making her a freaking Mary Sue. Lisana has a lot of faults. Which of course you will soon find out. I did have to research a bit on English Culture. I also like certain tea's. Green tea is the worst in my opinion. I hope you guys can stick around cause I will be updating soon. Maybe within the next night. Im going to make the next Chappie long! I'm signing out! Peace!