The Hikari Ghost

Prologue:

Hikari Satoshi had officially turned fourteen. And just as his mother had promised him, he was going to live in his old house. The Hikari Mansion. Unfortunately for him, his mother couldn't accompany him for his first month or two seeing that his father was off on another big business trip and she was to go with him.

He didn't really mind though, he was quite used to the solitude. His parents were rarely around anyways. Father being a wealthy business man, mother being the heiress of the famous Hikari bloodline. All in all, it made him both a very fortunate and unfortunate boy. Fortunate in the sense that he had all the money in the world along with a beautiful house that he was to both live in and inherit from his mother. But at the same time, he was unfortunate in the sense that people around him were driven by greed, only reaching out a helping hand when they saw it to their own benefit. He had to learn that lesson the hard way.

It wasn't until he moved to a new school where less people knew of his title. People like Niwa Daisuke for instance. The day he arrived at the school and into his class, the redhead had been the first to smile and introduce himself. Of course he'd been suspicious of it at first, and it wasn't until he was introduced to the redhead's other friend, Dark, that he began to relax.

The words, "Who? What? Hikari? Who are they? Or she…is she attractive? Unless it's a guy, then is he attractive? Though he or she probably still won't be able to compare to me in attractiveness, right?" seemed to both amuse him and anger him beyond rage. While he felt somewhat insulted that they hadn't heard of his family before, somehow, at the same time, he felt relieved. They seemed genuine. After all, there was no way anyone could act that stupid and clueless.

"The Hikari…" he had begun until he was interrupted by the smaller boy.

"Weren't they artists?"

He nodded, anger ebbing away while Dark gave a shrug, "Artists, attractive women, attractive men, same thing."

"How so?"

"It's all connected one way or another, you know? Artists draw attractive ladies, or artists are attractive ladies, or artists draw attractive men or they are attractive men...maybe they're attractive women drawing attractive men or maybe they're-"

"Whatever…"

Over time, as they got to know each other better, Daisuke had seemed genuinely surprised at how he had been treated in other schools while Dark shook his head almost sympathetically before hopping off to buy/mooch lunch off of random people. Through his charm, the boy could obtain almost anything to his desire. He had learned about the Niwa family, their long line of spiritual beliefs and supernatural abilities, passed on from generation onto the next generation. It surprised him to learn that Daisuke himself was a medium, possessing the skills of those before him. Though not a professional yet, the redhead could already do quite a few things with his present skill, or so Dark claimed.

As for Dark, it seemed that before him, his family remained hidden and unknown until his first known ancestor began to steal. At first, it began with small things like medical supplies, presumably sold off for money. But as it moved on through generations it soon became artwork and jewelry, and then the long line of wealthy never-to-be-caught thieves had led to Dark. Dark's dream was to become a famous thief, more so than any of his ancestors. It was a surprise how he had yet to be caught shoplifting from expensive stores that held nothing but overpriced items. He proclaimed that he was going to move onto jewelry stores next, and his ultimate goal was to steal a priceless piece of art and forever be known.

And as for himself, he explained how his family had gone through generations of nobility filled with wealth and prosperity. Most of his family consisted of artists who painted countless numbers of art, all different in some way and so beautiful it'd easily steal someone's breath away. Satoshi explained that when he was to turn fourteen, he would move into the traditional Hikari household, filled with art and exquisite furniture, fully decorated from top to bottom. Every time he spoke of it, he could feel excitement and impatience stirring within him.

That was then, this was now.

So there he was, standing in front of the large mansion, in the middle of summer a little after his birthday. It looked just like he had seen the photographs his mother had shown him, though it still wasn't any competition compared to seeing it in real life. "Wow…" His breath was caught in his throat as he stared past the gate.

His mother stepped out of the car behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, "Isn't it beautiful?"

Satoshi nodded mutedly as the gates opened and they walked down the path towards the main entrance. All the gardens still perfectly kempt. Stepping through the gate to him felt like walking from reality into a world of fantasy. And as they stepped through the large oak doors with steel ornament knockers on it, he gave a silent gasp.

He was greeted by the sight of railings of the floor above which was connected to a set of stairs which split two ways to either side, floors covered in red carpet and rugs, walls decorated with art. A large ancient chandelier hanging above them. He stared in amazement, frozen to the spot. The main hall, the grand hall where parties have been hosted, an old clavichord laid around the far wall, untouched for years. There was a light tug from his mother as she led him around, showing him the large kitchen which had been restocked over the last few days for his stay and new equipment to use for cooking. The dining room consisted of a large table with carved wooden chairs around it, soon to be complemented by fine china dishes and the aroma of food once more.

Then she led him to the library, filled with books of all sort, most of the walls were covered with bookshelves much to his delight. There was a couch with a nightstand beside it, new lamp placed there for him. "I imagine you'll enjoy this room very much. Your grandfather enjoyed reading a lot too, you resemble him in so many ways it's absolutely adorable."

After finishing the first floor, she lead him up the stairs and showed him all the guestrooms, studies, and the master chamber. Each room he looked at was more exquisite than the previous. The master chamber made him gape. There were large windows, opened to allow cool breezes through, ruffling the opened, soft blue curtains. A large bed stood there, canopy and all, new sheets placed over it, ready to be used. "Do I get to…sleep in here?"

She smiled softly, "If you want, though I have a feeling you'll be sleeping in the library a quite few times."

"Do you think I can invite a couple friends over? Seeing that it's summer break and all…"

Blue eyes shimmered happily, "Of course you can! By all means, please do. You can call the staff from our house down to help if you need."

Outside, the car honked. "Sounds like father's waiting for you."

She nodded and gave him a soft kiss on the head, "Take care Satoshi, and have fun."

He nodded as she let go, "You too."

Before she left the building, she turned back with a slightly sadder smile, "Satoshi…please, be kind to him."

Nya

New fic! I was planning to write this other one first but thenI got stuck and since school was killing me just ever so softly, I found that I could write this one and so I did. XD Yes...Satoshi's parents are alive :O by parents I mean Rio and Kei, no Kei isn't a villain (for once). Errr...enjoy! I wish I lived in a mansion like that XP Hopefully I'll get next chapter up soon (soon as in actually very soon!)