Summary: Paul Shinji. A simple 20 year old guy. He isn't the most social, so honestly, he doesn't get out much. He's always hoped for a more exciting life, but never, ever, has he asked for a ghost girl and her dead cat to be walking around his newly bought apartment.

Author's Note: Okay I should probably be working on Truth, Dare, or Torture but I kinda want a break from the comedy sort of fanfiction and turn to the more "serious" side. Jk, this isn't going to be very serious 60% of the time. Mostly just filler chapters I think up in my head while doing something actually productive. Not gonna lie to you guys. Also, if I could have a Beta, that'd be great since I've never had one before!

Characters:

Misty Waterflower: She's a famous pro swimmer. Not much more to be said.

Ash Ketchum: Zoologist who is obsessed with any kind of rodent. He always has his pet mouse, Pikachu, at his side.

May Maple: She's a fashion model; She claims it's a habit even though she gets most of her money that way.

Drew Hayden: May's fashion designer and her best friend. They both live in the same house as "friends".

Paul Shinji: Surprisingly, he's an od jobs kind of character. He usually works with rescuing dogs, but sometimes does random jobs that pay on the side. Oh, and he has a pet husky named Gareki for the fuck of it.

Dawn Hikari: A ghost who is "haunting" Paul's new apartment. She also has a sort of spirit animal who follows her around names Mystic.

Quote of the chapter:

"There are some things you can't believe in until you see them with your own two eyes; whether it be something unlikely as the supernatural or the depressing of the death of a loved one." ~ Anonymous.

CHAPTER 1

Seriously?

Can I even call those people my friends?

"Sorry Paul! I have to train for this new swimming meet! This match is pretty important!" Misty said.

"I'm taking a new zoology class, sorry... Plus, do really trust me with your stuff?" Ash said. And he makes a good point.

"I'm designing new clothes. My deadline is catching up to me, and I don't have time right now." Drew said.

"Drew is making me try on his new outfits. Trust me, I'd help you if I could." May said.

Yet here I am. Left to move in my myself. Sure, I could've asked for the movers to help me out, but I really wasn't in the mood to yell at idiots who put my shit in the wrong places or at different angles. Now that I think about it, I'd have to do that if my "friends" helped out, but it's a lot more tolerable if I know the people I'm cursing at.

I grabbed the underside of the cardboard box, lifting it up off the ground before caring it carefully up the stairs to his apartment. Oh yea... The other reason he didn't have the movers do this was because they probably be too lazy to even consider carrying his stuff carefully up the stairs. They'd probably drop half his stuff during the whole process.

Oh wait.

His "friends" would probably do that too.

I walked up the last steps and kicked open the door with my foot and placed the last box on the ground. I sat on it and hunched forward with a huff of irritation. That was easier than I thought it'd be. All that's left is organizing everything. I looked around at all the heavy objects littered around the house. Fuck this. I'm sleeping on the floor today. Gareki, my ashy gray husky with dark blue eye nudged his cold nose against my leg to get my attention. As I looked down to him, he started to shuffle and whine. I raised an eyebrow; Gareki almost never whines anymore.

"What's wrong with you today? You've been complaining ever since we stepped foot inside the apartment.", I mummered to him as I pulled out a futon to sleep on.

Gareki gave a bark in return before running in circles around an empty spot. I pinned the behavior as "dogs being dogs" and laying my futon on an empty space not too far off. "You need to calm down. You'll get used to this apartment soon.", I took a glance around, "Actually, this is pretty damn big for just us..."

It was a five room apartment. This biggest room, the room they were in now, was a relatively big living room if you're talking about apartments. Connected to the living room by a doorway of sorts was the kitchen, already filled with cooking supplies from what I'd suspect was left by the previous owner, whoever it may be. There was a small hallway that leads you to the remaining three rooms. Straight down at the end of said hallway was the bathroom with a shower, sink, toilet. You know. The necessities. On the right is the bedroom I plan on occupying, leaving the one on the left as a guest bedroom.

I plopped down on my futon and wrapped myself up in blankets in hope of going to sleep. That is, until Gareki started howling.

HOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWL.

"Gareki, stop it."

HOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWL.

"Gareki, shut up before someone calls the cops!"

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW-

I shove him out onto the balcony I now learned we had branching off from my future room. At least it had shut him up.

"Finally done."

I stepped back from the flatscreen Tv on the wall and nodded my head slightly, proud of myself. The Tv was nailed to the left wall, the two person black-leather couch a few feet away with a matching chair. A bookshelf next to a stand under the Tv held all the Dvds and Cds I brought along with me. Not much else was in the living room other than a few pictures, including a picture of me and my friends while in highschool, and a few shelves topped with keepsakes. The kitchen had stayed the same as when we moved; as I said before, it was already filled. I just added Gareki's food and water bowls along with filling up the fridge with the food I had gotten. My room had a queen-sized bed (Why is an apartment this big so cheap?) with Gareki's dog bed at the foot of it. I had a nightstand in the corner along with a desk and dresser; aka, as much as I could fit into the room (And of course I stored a few things in the closet too). On my wall I put the pictures of the animals, mostly dogs, I have saved in my short rescue career. The guest room is a simple twin bed with a small nightside table and a dresser. Basically, the brightest room in the house.

My ears strained as I her scratching and barking coming from my room. I should probably let Gareki in... I kind of feel bad. I headed to my room and slide open the glass door to the balcony. I paused taking everything in.

Gareki was scratching at the balcony railing, making low growling sounds from the back of his throat. A Russian blue cat with... wings?... was floating above the railing and hissing and lashing out it's claws at the dog even though it couldn't reach because of the distance it kept between the two. And a few feet behind Gareki was a distressed bluenette. She was wearing what looked like a white summer dress that went a little down past her knees with matching white ballet flats. She had some of her hair pinned with three golden clips. She was waving frantically at the husky, blue eyes flaring in concern.

"H-heel! Leave Mystic alone! Can't you hear me?! Stop!", she cried.

I blinked, my mind still reeling with thoughts and questions. I wiped the slightly surprised look that had to be on my face before speaking.

"... Gareki won't listen to someone he doesn't like, especially to a cat-owner."

The girl spun around, eyes wide in shock. She hesitated when she locked eyes with me. Her eyes reminded me of Gareki's, with the same dark blue. But her's were different...

I was dragged out of my short thought break when she pointed to Gareki with a slightly angry face, "Can you please get your dog away from my cat?", I almost chuckled at the sight of her attempt at being assertive. Almost.

"Can you please tell me why your cat has wings?"

Her eyes widened in panic. "... W-well... I explain it once you make your dog back off...", her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. I brought up two fingers to my lips and let out a shrill whistle. Gareki's ears automatically perked up along with his body before running and sitting at my feet. I gave the girl a smug look and crossed my arms. A few moments passed between them. "So. Care to explain?"

The cat, apparently named Mystic, jumped into the girl's welcoming arms. She looked at her feet, petting the cat slowly. "You have to believe me, okay?"

"Okay.", I threw out carelessly.

"No.", I was going to tell her to spit it out before she looked into my eyes. Her eyes pierced into mine with seriousness I didn't expect, "I said you have to believe anything I say, no matter how crazy or how stupid it may seem. Okay?", she pushed.

I dropped my arms to my side and gave a serious nod. "I promise..."

She gave me a small smile, "I'm a ghost."

Author's Note:

Well. That was a longer first chapter than I thought it'd be. The next chapter will be out when I finish it or when I decide it's time. Depends. Review and tell me what I need to improve on, and since I thought of this idea on a whim, I may take ideas on the plotline of the story and where it may be going next. Thanks for reading, and I hope it isn't toooo bad...

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