A/N: Again I don't own Ghost Hunt. Enjoy!

Chapter Two:

When I was two years old I almost brought down the house. Literaly.

I don't remember what I had a temper-tantrum about but I do know that I managed to shake the entire house and everything that was in the shelves or hung on the walls came crashing down. My mother and father could do nothing. My twin brother was the only one who could calm me and direct the force towards the outdoors where it hurt nothing.

Shortly after that my brother and I were given to a couple in England. My parents were ungifted. They quickly recognized and accepted that they would not be able to take care of us properly. I did not care as long as I had my twin brother.

Twins are a curious case. We are very self sufficient. Most babies reach out to their parents for comfort and love. We reach out to each other, the person who has been there since the very beginning. Sad memories, happy memories everything is experienced with that other person. If fact it is very hard at a young age to distinguish a difference between each other. You are a unit, two who are one.

Growing up is harder for twins. Once you realize that you are a different person you fight with a harder ferocity to BE a different person. A twin not only fights to distinguish themselves from their peers but from a person who is their age and wears the same face.

And yet… at the same time you are so close to your twin that you don't want to fight the feelings of having someone one who understands everything about you. It is a relief to have someone look at you and understand your mood and even why you are that way without exchanging a word.

It makes dating difficult. Because you already have such an intimacy with another person it is hard to welcome another into that bond. Not only that but most women can't accept the intimacy of dating two people at once. Which is what dating a twin amounts too, it is unavoidable that the lady would be around the twin as much as the person they are dating.

Gene and I often had issues with women dating one twin and then falling in love with the other twin. We had a very firm rule that if I dated a woman and then broke up with her that Gene would not date her or vis-versa. We didn't want to allow a woman to feel free to jump back and forth between us. It wasn't fair to each other and would cause trouble between us over a woman who probably wasn't worth it.

We grew up under the care of a couple who ran the main Ghost Hunt Company in England. Like other countries we too had to contend with all of the unhappy spirits that inhabited the land after the death plague.

At the very young age of 10 we were already plying our powers and expelling ghosts for people. Once the ghosts were gone people would come in and clean up the location and a new family would move in.

We were a good team. I loved the mystery and the problem solving aspects of hunting ghosts. My brother loved the fame and girls that came with it. We were both offered many marriage contracts. The population that was left wanted a lot of ghost hunters and we were the best. My brother was content once he hit fifteen to try to help out with the population problem.

I did not have his happy go lucky love for good times and women. I preferred to stay behind at home and work on my studies or read older books about the craft of ghost hunting. This is not to say I did not enjoy my share of women, I just limited myself more, something about their frightening need for commitment scared me. And this is also not to say that my brother Gene didn't enjoy scholarly pursuits as well. He loved his calling just as much as I did. In fact that is why he went to Japan. The Asian countries had been hit particularly bad with the Death Plague and had more ghost infestations then any other countries in the world.

Japan, also had the best school to study ghost hunting.

I had not wanted to go with him at that time. I was 6 months away from receiving my doctorate from a prestigious England college. I told him I would follow in 6 months and join him at that school as well.

I waved good-bye to him with a quirk of my hand. He gave me his famous grin and said. "See you in 6 months Noll!"

Days before my seventhteenth birthday and two days before I had plans to go and see my twin, I felt him die.

I died with him.

Our connection so strong, I felt the pain of the car hitting me, hitting me again. And then the panic and helplessness of drowning. Then nothing. I felt the whisper against my soul. "Noll"

The trauma was so great I collapsed and was found in my bedroom by frantic parents. According to the doctors I had died for five minutes.

I got better and made plans to go to Japan. An intense anger simmered in my soul. I would find out who had the balls to kill my brother and then make them wish that they were dead! Against my parents wishes I left for Japan. In a concession to my obvious obsession they convinced a co-worker and school associate to accompany me. Lin.


Japan is a mess. That was my first thought and I haven't changed my mind since.

When I arrived I decided to come not as Oliver Davis my adopted English name but as my first original given name: Kazuya Shibuya. I enrolled in the school for physics. I was thoroughly impressed by the amount of diversity in the school. People from all religions and talents came from all over the world to study here and I would have really enjoyed myself if not for the knowledge that someone here had killed my brother.

It was strange but no one seemed to associate me with my twin. Maybe it was my studious attitude or the black mourning clothes I aways wore. That or they were just not as intelligent and observant as I am.

I quickly rose to the top of my class of course. Due to my obvious talents as a PK specialist the Deans of the school tried to place me with a medium. I threatened to take the school apart. I would not work with a medium who wasn't my twin. Since he was dead I would have no one. No one was good enough.

Exasperated the Deans placed me on a team. Teams are made up of people who can't work by themselves or in a medium/PK team. My team consists of a monk, miko, priest, medium and of course the ever faithful Lin. The monk is strong in exorcist powers but can't see ghosts. The miko is powerful in only certain situations, but she can see. The priest can see and shoot but lacks experience. Being on a team will give him that. The medium can see and I think was placed on my team because she is currently the best the school has. They want her to be my medium and I don't but will refrain from causing more political strife by kicking her off my team. I am of course the head of the team.


We were assigned a high school not too far from a recently settled town. Now that people where starting to procreate in alarming numbers there was a large need for the high school to be cleaned out of ghosts, bodies and dust.

I went in and followed standard procedures and set my team to setting up cameras and equipment. My medium confirmed that there were only a few ghosts. I wanted to wait until we knew for sure before sending in the monk and priest to exercise them.

I watched the monitors and cursed when I saw a girl wander into the building. Sharing a glance with Lin we both shared a sigh and went out to find the girl and tell her to mind her own business.

It was her own fault that she ran into my camera! I saw that book case fall on her and my first thought was "great now I have to take care of her." Staring at her unconscious body on a blanket in the base room I know that I am going to regret this…