A gift / request for my friend Fairy of Music and Literature(Who has one of the awesomest pen names ever!). ^^ A little bit of NaruxMai, oneshot.

By the way a furisode is a type of kimono that women wear, usually virgins or the wives of samurai. x)

Hope you enjoy! I don't own Ghost Hunt! Fuyumi Ono does!

Because this is a fanfiction, we'll start it off the way approximately 97% of Ghost Hunt fanfictions begin.

"Mai, tea," Naru called from his office.

Most of the time Mai's response would be something along the lines of "Fine, you narcissistic jerk!" or even the rarely used "Yes, Mister Naru-Jerk-Narcissist-Pretty-Face." But today it was something drastically different.

"Oh yes, m'lovely Naru-sama!" Mai sang as angelically as she could.

"Stop sucking up, Mai, and tell me what you want."

Mai's plan, as you would have guessed, was to trick Naru into thinking she worshiped him (since that's what he seems to think, that all people willingly bow down to him), so that maybe, just maybe he would give her something in return. She didn't ask for much; she didn't beg and plead for a big, fancy hotel room while she was on temporary hiatus. She didn't even take a day off from work, if she could. All she wanted was a simple thank you; was that really so much to ask?

So this time, Mai did not take it. She went into his office, plopped down on the floor, crossed her legs and arms and looked him in the eyes with a strong, steady gaze. "I will not leave this very spot until you give me a thank you. I refuse to make you tea. In fact I think you need to get over your little addiction. So no tea for you mister."

"To many it would be amusing, considering you're telling me this whilst sitting on the floor, making a fool of yourself." Naru turned away, obviously not intending to say anything else on the matter.

Mai pouted, feeling angry that she wouldn't even get a thank you. She knew it was hopeless, as did the audience / watchers of Ghost Hunt.

So instead of sulking, Mai got up from the floor and fixed her boss some tea. Well, Mai thought, an idea (as Naru would say, 'Mai, I doubt you're capable of intelligent thought.') forming in her cute little head. If he's going to treat me like a maid, I might as well be one!

Naru sighed and turned around as he heard a knock at the door. Earlier Mai had begged to take a break to go out because she needed something. Perhaps it would be some intellectual accomplishment. At least Naru faintly hoped.

"What do you need Mai?"

"I have tea!" the high schooler sang, turning the knob and opening the door slowly. Naru turned to look at her, seeing a flash of bright color from the corner of his eye. Said eyes nearly popped as he caught sight of his assistant-yes, the female one-in a maid's costume. But not just your standard black and white. It was light violet in color, with puffed sleeves. The rest of the sleeves were long and furisode-like. The neck was a very low-cut squared neck. a light blue, incredibly frilly apron was tied around her waist. The bottom half of the dress lay flat but loose and a white petticoat underneath fluffed it up a bit. She wore white stockings and her shoes were very light but had a green tinge to them. Mai giggled at his sudden inability to speak. "You like what you see?" the girl asked, an irresistible smile forming on her lips.

"Mai. You look ridiculous."

Said assistant fell to the ground, exasperated.

Only Kazuya Shibuya could resist a maid, even a flamboyant one.