Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost Hunt; this manga/anime was written and illustrated by Fuyumi Omi. However, I do own this Plot and the OC's- Yuki and Ai Kuro, and anyone else I may add.

Full Summary: Yuki Kuro is an eighteen-year-old girl who used to love telling ghost stories to her younger sister Ai, that is until one day her stories take a turn for the dark side and everything literally goes to hell. That was nearly a few months ago but ever since then she has never uttered another ghost story, haunted by the ghosts of her past she swore never again would she walk the shadowed path she so desired. That is until a fateful encounter with a handsome, proud and narcissistic man, with sapphire blue eyes and a sharp mouth rekindles her long buried but never forgotten passion for ghost stories. But she knows more than he thinks she does, but just how much does she know about ghosts/ spirits, psychic abilities and most importantly monsters? Enough- at least that's what she thought...

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Romance, Supernatural, and anything else I forgot.

Note: This is a Ghost Hunt rewrite, I am swapping Mai for my OC and just wanted to see how Naru would go bossing around a girl, who was not only older than him but wasn't as clueless as Mai when it comes to Paranormal Activity and Psychic Abilities. I may add a few new cases, but for the main part the cases may stay the same. I am still working on my Character's background so some things may be hazy for the time being.

One Hundred Candles- Part 1

Everyone knows a ghost story. Everyone knows someone who knows someone who has seen or heard or felt something that just doesn't make sense, something unexplainable by science. But there are other ways to explain these occurrences; I used to believe it until my world came crashing down around me in a fury filled fire. For some reason, I always loved when these stories tend to take place in the late hours of the night, usually in dark, isolated places.

Most of the stories I used to tell were basic simple variety ghost stories; something white and hazy descending the stairs at midnight, the outline of an old woman gliding through a wall and footsteps being heard descending the staircase with an audible creek, shuffle, thud.

Everyone knew a ghost story.

And that's what we were supposed to do, according to the rules of my game; everyone has to share their most terrifying tale. But nothing could be more terrifying then the tale I tell tonight…

...

I was able to focus on Ai, my little sister, her topaz coloured eyes shone reflecting the excitement I knew were burning within my own strange hazel ones. Her tanned fingers tugging on the short strands of her hair, that framed her face like a messy halo. In either fear or agitation, I wasn't sure which one at the moment. She had long legs and a generous curving body, completely opposite to my own, lean, slender frame. Smiling serenely at her, I very slowly twirled a long strand of curly hair around my finger, slowly releasing it so that it sprang back into place framing my delicate face.

She loved to play sports and she was usually serious about everything, but she allowed me this one little pleasure, joining me so I wasn't alone to tell my ghost stories. She was always there for me when I needed her and I for her. But everything was about to change, and all I had to do to change my life would take a single breathe; a single heartbeat and a single candle.

"The rules are simple," I told my sister, her bright golden gaze staring at me in scepticism as I smiled like a little kid, even though I was the oldest, "You have to tell a story- obviously a ghost story, but you have to describe in as much detail as possible, an unexplained or paranormal experience that you or someone every close to you has experienced. After we finish the stories, we should have lit all the candles." My gaze wandered over the few hundred votive candles that already surrounded us in a messy arc.

My sister rolled her eyes, as she always did around this time, "And then what?" she asked trying to rein in her scepticism.

I clasped my hand sin front of me and smiled serenely, surveying my sister with my hazel eyes, brushing the long strands of my hair over my shoulder so that it fell to my waist in a mass of waves, "And then we wait…"

After the initial feeling of excitement wore off as I smiled at the candlelit circle that surrounded us, my eyes watching the way the candlelight danced around playfully awaiting something, anything. The last few candles that were unlit paled in comparison to the shadows that danced upon the wall from the little globes of light that showed the excitement I had. Candles had always interested me but I was curious to see why my sister's gaze rarely left the arc of candles surrounding us. It seems she was far more mesmerized by the votives then I was.

For the first time in several years I felt myself relax as the game I hadn't played, in what felt like eons was laid around me, a shiver running up my spine, sending tingling sensations down to my fingertips and toes. My parents would have frowned upon us, more than frowned but Mum would have been angry for a different reason. Mum used to tell me again and again that games like the Ouija board should be avoided at all costs, and I agreed with her. I remember seeing a girl use it and walk away like she wasn't herself anymore, she was different- almost possessed. The shiver of fear that ran down my spine when she stared at me as sadistic smile upon her face, would linger with me forever.

It was then that I began to do some research, I had become obsessed, with the paranormal side of life, and hoped that maybe, just maybe I could stir up some dormant energy and see what happened. Like a crazed scientist, just like Dr. Jekyll Hyde, except I didn't want to become so obsessed I went insane, and there was no way I would use my experiments on myself or anyone else.

Basically, Mum thought I would open myself up to negative energy and throw the world out of balance, I still cringe at the fight we had, and to me it was harmless fun. A way to pass the time. To her, it was like I was signing away my life, Dad did agree to that. Either way, they would be extremely disappointed if they could see me now.

My sister turned her head, "I have a good one, it's about the old school building…" my sister trailed off.

Tipping my head to the side, my hair brushed against the carpet, my expression blank until what she was referring to surfaced to the top of my head. The dilapidated school building that was in the front of the school, the one that hadn't been able to be demolished, apparently the builders were scared it would fall on them or something. "Do you mean that wooden building that's half falling apart?"

My sister nodded, and then smiled a wide grin, obviously excited that she finally had something over me, "It's not just falling apart. The building was supposed to have been destroyed but they had to stop the demolition process half-way through… because of a curse." My sister's voice went all dark and dramatic and I tried not to role my eyes, she excelled at her Drama class. "Frequent fires and accidents, a student's death, a teacher's suicide, a child's dead body." She slowly listed each incident.

As she listed each terrible accident I felt a shiver run down deep in my spine, "When they tried to demolish the West Wall the roof fell through the Second Floor and everyone on the first floor was killed," she continued on, her voice fading slightly, as a slow ringing began to buzz in my ears, "When they new school building was built, they tried to completely demolish the old building again… but many of the demolition workers became sick or got in accidents. Equipment broke down, forcing them to stop the demolition work."

She paused, her golden eyes seeming to glow in excitement, maybe she didn't hate my game as much as she insisted she did, "Last year they tried to restart when the Gymnasium was being built, but they had to stop in the middle because the same kind of incidents started happening again. A driver lost control of his truck and it ran over some students that were on the volleyball court." My sister's voice changed, becoming darker more sinister, "And on one evening, my friend was passing by the old school building and…" I screamed, as my sister laughed hysterically at the fear on my face. She lit the candle and placed it on the floor in front of her, a grin of success on her delicate features at finally scaring me, the ultimate fearless girl.

I frowned as I watched the strange way her topaz coloured gaze seemed to smoulder when she brought the match up to her eye level. She reagrded it shrewdly, a half smile on her pink lips. The match slowly began to burn out but still she watched it carefully, biting her lips as she did so. The fire licked at her fingertips and with a yelp she dropped the match, her gaze focusing on me once again- the match was temporarily forgotten by her. Even as she regarded me through her long eyelashes, her gaze was unfocused, but when she blinked it was like new awareness seemed to stare back at me. I didn't realise it then, but I should have.

Taking a breath I smiled, a real happy and contented smile and my sister shifted her weight slightly as if she were concerned for my sanity, "…So then, the woman went back to the public restroom with the police officer and as he instructed she went inside and waited to hear the "voice" again…" I smirked at my little sister as her cheeks began to lose its colour as I continued to speak, "after a few moments she heard a voice asking her- 'Would you like me to put a red veil over your face?' The woman said yes and suddenly the police officer heard a loud scream!" I screamed in fear for emphasis and was satisfied with the response from my sister; an equally loud shriek of fear escaped her once pursed lips, but now her mouth was ajar in a silent scream, I smirked as I continued.

My sister jumped slightly and made a slightly strangled noise as I lowered my voice, the sinister ending winding around us like a potent poison, "He pushed open the door and rushed in to find the woman lying dead covered with blood as if she were wearing a red veil. There were small holes all over her body as if someone had repeatedly stabbed her with a knitting needle."

After I finished telling my ghost story I leant forward, picking up the small white votive candle, and grabbing a match I lit the candle. Placing it gently on the floor in front of my crossed legs, I turned my face up to my sister and smirked at her terrified expression- and that's when it happened.

…

All hell literally broke loose… in a blaze of heat and fire, far brighter and more feral than I had ever experienced. In that single moment that the candles tipped over, my life fell to pieces, was burned away in a single careless action. Nearly all one hundred of them tipped over, spilling warm wax over the dark carpet. A bright blaze of sunset orange and crimson red appeared on the carpet like a bleeding wound. Spreading along the floor and along the fringes of the heavy curtains, devouring everything in its path. Like a fiery, ravenous monster, destroying and consuming everything in a fiery endless crackle. The thick, curling smoke began to clog my lungs, making it nigh impossible to breath.

My vision was too smoky to see so I relied on touch, reaching out I felt something warm brush underneath my fingertips, flesh. A small groan of pain escaped my sister's cracked lips, the smell of smoke and burnt hair reached my nostrils. Wrapping my fingers around her arm I pulled her from her foetal position. I tried to run in a panic both of us screaming for help, even though we knew none would come. After all we were alone, always alone with each other. There was no escape for us. There never is an escape from death.

Smoke was filling my lungs and burning down my throat, I was suffocating. I was going to die and my sister... I couldn't let her go down with me, I promised. I had to remeber my promise to keep her safe... safe? But what is safe anymore? We were trapped in the house with the inferno ragging on our heals, consuming everything. My vice-like grip on my sister's arm was loosening and her fingers were slipping. Falling to my knees I could feel the anger and the heat of the fire like the hounds of hell on my heels, everything was heat and fury. And passion, heated eternal passion. Shadows began to darken my vision as I slowly began to spiral down into the depth of unconsciousness, my sister's fingers falling from my grasp.

Distantly I heard a loud thud and a gasp, a gentle voice reaching a part of me that I though was closed off, "Yuki… stay with me, please. I need you, sister…" the voice began to recced as my vision dimmed even further.

Nearly completely unconscious I tried to reach out, to touch my sister's hair, her fingers one last time, "Ai, I love you…"

Then everything slowly went black. As dark as midnight, the most enchanting time of the night, were shadows lurked in every corner and the real monster stalk their prey. As dark as the shadows I used to walk through and roam for as long as I could, even though my mother made me swear I never would, and my father begged me not too. As dark as the ash that covered my doll-like body. As dark as the blood that was spilled that night, as black as the charred remains that were left behind. As black as the candle wicks as they finally, after what seemed like eternity... burned out.

Everything went black. My name is Yuki Kuro and this is the day I thought I died- but fate likes to play games just like I did, but I vowed never again would I play with fire…

Read and Review: Tell me what you think and if you like this prologue type thing I will continue on with the other cases from the manga/ anime and any new ones that I come up with. I won't update this one as often as my other FanFiction stories but I am enjoying making stuff up as I go along.

I wanted to use the stories used from the manga, because the ones I know or make up are going to become cases maybe- that is if anyone reviews or even reads this?

Tell me what you think so far?