A/N: HEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYY~ It's a very long time before I got the guts to actually write for the NaruMai and the Ghost Hunt fandom! Anyways, here's my version of what happened after the events in the manga. It might become a little OOC~ Please rate and review!
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ONE
"Maaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiii-chaaaaaaannnnnnn!" A familiar voice rang through the halls of the Psychology building.
What now? She thought to herself as she stepped out of one of its lecture rooms and gave a dry stare at the guy who was now hugging her.
"Yasu! Could you please lower your tone down! As much as you're excited for whatever case we have now, please shut up!" Mai exclaimed as she broke from the hug, staring at her best friend-at least one of them.
"Mai, the classes are over!" Yasuhara whined.
"Still." Mai insisted. "So, a new case?"
"As much as you know me, boss. It isn't the case."
Mai stared at him for a while. "NO."
"No, what?" Yasu innocently asked.
"I'm not going out with your friends." She said firmly.
"Oh-kay. Okay. Geez, Mai. It wouldn't harm you to go out and move on."
"I already did. Now shut up and take me home." Sge shrugged as she dragged him out of the campus, and out of that topic.
Me or Gene?
His smile shone throught the sun-lit forest, his eyes bearing anguish... he walks away, his oh-so-perfect figure trailing back through the clearing...
"I just can't keep hanging on... i don't know what is wrong... to you and me..."
"DAMN IT!" Mai exclaimed as she slammed her fist on the table, slowly sitting up, eyes blinking.
And who says I did move on. Dammit.
Her eyes took in the dark office surroundings. The once wooden tale filled with books and papers are now filled with two books, several folders, and a backpack.
No phone.
She stood up groggily, groaning as she walked out of the dark room and opened the lights.
"Aw!" She exclaimed as the light pierced through her eyes.
"Geez, where's that damn phone!" She exclaimed as sge can still here the song going on repeat, she walked through the couches, her old desk, basically through the meeting room of the office of the Shibuya Psychic Research.
Irritated, she sighed as she stood up from looking below.
"I just don't know what is wrong..."
"What are you doing here?" That familiar cold and questioning tone made her groan.
She stood up and turned to the two men on the doorway, one a Chinese man who nodded at her presence, the other, (who was very unwelcome in her eyes) raised a questioning eyebrow.
She didn't care about them- technically just him, seeing her in her wrinkled clothes. She ran a hand through her hair. She then stared back at the man in front of her, who was still clad in all black.
"To you and me..."
I'll find that phone soon. But not now.
"Why, Shibuya-san, this is my office. The question is; what are you doing here at 3am in the morning?"