It's kinda scary being body-less. It's even worse than free-falling, kinda like being deep under water when you know you won't reach the surface before you drown and your stomach contracts and pushes down on your bowel.

Only I don't have a bowel at the moment….

Did I ever have bowels?

Did I ever have a body?

If I did, I don't remember. I remember facts and learned knowledge but I don't remember me ever being.

Funny that.

Maybe I'm a kami. A being not of this world…

…Pfft! Yeah, right. I get the impression that I was at one point a human or something.

…Whatever.

Anyway, I'm an orb of multi-coloured light at the moment, kinda a swirly bluish-purple.

There's this other being that I hang around with for the sake of not being alone. He's the only other one of whatever I am that I have ever met and…I am lonely.

We can't speak to one another like humans but we get impressions and feelings from each other. That's how I know he's a guy. He almost always feels sad and lost, like he's looking for someone or waiting for someone to come and find him. I also got an impression of long silver hair, golden eyes and a distinct foxy-ness. A kitsune, maybe?

We were just kind of hovering around a forest-y, jungle-y, marshy place at the bottom of a hill-and a very big hill it was- when the fuzzy feeling reared it's ugly insubstantial head and caused us to swirl around each other in confusion. If I had a stomach I would probably have emptied it onto my shoes in a stream of bile. I could tell that the other one felt the same as I did.

Deeply pissed off, I sank a testral into my partner in insubstantialism and flew up to the source of fuzzy-ness with every intention of buzzing around their heads 'til they barfed from motion sickness. I whipped through trees (literally) as I rushed up the hill, barely noticing the white steps. The other was just resigned to my temper tantrums as I wasn't above doing things like this whenever something set off my temper.

We cleared the tree line, I released the other and took off to buzz around the source of the fuzzy feeling like a homicidal demonic bumble bee on a kamikaze mission. The source just happened to be a teenager with brown hair, tawny eyes, a JR stamped on his forehead and a pink…pacifier.

At first he appeared to be screaming his head off at four teenage boys, but when I appeared and started to strenuously think obscenities and what I thought of his fuzziness at him he stared at me in disbelief. The small teen in the back in black started snickering.

…I think he could hear me.

Oh well. People, even abnormally spiritually attuned human and/or demons, usually don't see me, let alone hear me.

"The hell is that!" This came from the guy up front with a major ego problem. I followed him around for a while some time back. His name's Yusaki-Yu-Yusuke! That's it! Yusuke! …Funny, I thought he was dead…

"I believe they are some form of new souls." I heard that and whipped over to 'scream' at the blue haired girl in pink, whom I knew was a ferry girl. Because no one came to get me, I knew that much at least, I held a justified grudge against any and all ferry girls and spirit agents.

"We will be taking them back to spirit world for study then. They could just be a mutation, or possibly even the next step of human evolution." I turned back to the guy who had been giving off the fuzzy feeling, just hanging in the air for a moment, before I slowly formed a hand shape and waved it at them.

The carrot top was the first to get over the shock of a supposably 'mindless' mass of energy whose personality was supposed to be dormant, being quite obviously sentient. I know, I've run into other souls and they're as dull as doornails. "Should it be doing that?"

"No." Was the slow answer from the brown haired boy. "We should get them into the study faculty as soon as possible."

"Look! It's doing something!" Everyone but the short, kid in black and my ectoplasmic buddy leant forward in anticipation.

I folded down three 'fingers' and a 'thumb', effectively flipping them the bird. Everyone but the evil lepricorn child of DOOM (i.e. the kid in black or the ELCOD) and my buddy. The ELCOD was snickering and if my buddy had a body, he would be shaking his heading and covering his eyes in mortification.

The red-head, who had yet to speak, smiled and started laughing. "It would appear that our insubstantial friend does not agree with you, Lord Koenma."

"That's enough, Kurama." I felt, rather than saw my buddy perk up, something that had never happened before. "Listen here, you." I turned my attention back to the boy I had now 'lovingly' dubbed Spore. "You are going to come with us to Reikai to be analysed and there's nothing you can do about it."

I stared for a moment at this smug little prick. I glanced at the other six. The ELCOD was putting distance between himself and the others in an unspoken support for me and my buddy. The ferry girl, Yusuke and the carrot top appeared totally shocked and appalled at his treatment of me while my buddy was hovering in front of the cute redhead, though both were turned to stare at me and the Spore.

I looked back at the Spore and compressed some air to make a sound like I was blowing a raspberry at him. Then I promptly zipped over, grabbed my little insubstantial friend and continued on without a backwards glance.

Half and hour later, the two of us were hovering in the basement of an abandoned warehouse.

Not bad for a couple of multicoloured balls of energy.