Standard disclaimers apply. If I owned Ghost Hunt, Lin would have pink, fluffy shikis. OK, now that's just a tad morbid.
On another note, I just thought that the characters are fun to play around with. These are just drabbles.
Mai-Naru-Masako?
"Naru, its almost six. Dinner together?" Four years of working with the said professor had rendered the cheery brunette impervious to his supercilious manners. Or lack of thereof, she added glaring when he continued to type away with no indication whatsoever that he had heard her invitation. She knew he loved irking her. A rustle of kimono silk brought Masako to everyone's attention. Ignoring the questioning looks the irregulars were giving her, she glided elegantly into their boss's office.
"Would you rather join me for dinner instead, Naru? At Passion de l 'amour. The cuisine served is rather exquisite."
"Very well, Hara-san. I should be able to complete my task later," Naru said as he rose and walked towards the office lounge, Masako attaching herself to his arm almost immediately. Mai gasped indignantly as the medium shot a triumphant smirk in her direction. She definitely was not going to take this one lying down.
"Hold on a second, the both of you. Masako, how dare you!"
"How dare I what, Mai?" Soulful violet orbs clashed with resentful honey ones, boring into them. "Is it a crime to have dinner with Naru? He is the boss, after all," Masako delicately stated. Already extremely vexed at being ignored by the deliciously handsome narcissist, twenty-year-old Taniyama Mai lashed out at the other girl.
"The crime lies not with having dinner with him," she said pointing at Naru, "but with the fact that you are taking him to that place. And you of all people should know why I am less than pleased."
Violet eyes flashed angrily before the usually well controlled medium snapped. "Pray tell why are double standards in practise here? You may and I may not?" she questioned, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I saw the both of you there. You had your time with Naru there, and now my turn has arrived. I don't see the problem you seem to have."
"That is not fair. You didn't even allow me to explain. He dragged me there and its not like I had a say in anything at all!" protested Mai.
"Then you agree not to go with anyone you know, dead or alive, there?"
"Fine," Mai grumbled, glowering at the floor.
Masako sighed, disentangling herself from Naru, and walked towards Mai's desk to place her hands atop the brunette's. "I just wanted to show you how I felt. I don't like sharing either." Brown met violet as both girls gazed at each other momentarily before breaking apart to rest on Naru, who had made a somewhat undignified, strangled noise.
"How long?" he queried.
"We've been together for three years now, Naru," Mai answered.
"So all these years the both of you pretended to fight over me? You've been using me?" he whispered in something akin to disbelief.
Masako stood up and placed her hand on his arm. "We sincerely apologise, Naru. I acknowledge that both Mai and I have displayed immense immaturity in getting you involved in our squabbles, no doubt indirectly, but nevertheless, involved." Cerulean blue looked from brown to violet and back again. And here I thought I could have the time of my life having two females fight over me, he thought as he slumped against Mai's desk.
"You both go ahead. I'll get some dinner with Lin." Moments later, Naru stormed into his office, slamming the mahogany door.
A monk, a priest, a miko and a student watched the transpiring events with barely concealed interest. Said monk voiced "Is it me or is our resident narcissist actually crushed that the catfights were never real to begin with?" as the rest of the office begin to break into peals of laughter, Masako tenderly kissing a still fuming Mai on the cheek in attempt to placate her.
Owari.
A/N: Poor Naru's ego. Couldn't help it. Who's next? Comment and suggest, please. Flame me if you like, but please explain why you do…else I'll never learn and still write annoying stuff. Its my first fanfic, by the way.