While Maka was thinking of a way to get to the window ledge without hurting herself a question pops into her head.
Why is the ghost running away from me and not attacking me or begging for my help?
All the ghost Maka have ever seen do either one of two things.
One: They beg her to help them.
Usually they ask for help because they had some petty fight with one of their loved ones before they died.
Most of the time it is a married person begging and giving her a sob story of how it feels that the last thing they said to their husband or wife were words of hate.
These type of ghost are easy to put at peace unlike the second type of ghost.
Type two: They try to kill her.
Unlike what most people think ghost actually can touch a person, but it is not the way people may think.
Ghost are basically made of grief, hate, or sorrow.
All are emotions that cause pain.
So it isn't hard to believe that their touch will cause pain.
When you see a ghost you don't want to be touched by them at all.
If a ghost touches you it is going to pull out what ever part of your body it touches, or goes through.
For example, if a ghost hand goes through your stomach it will pull out all the organs it went through.
With these type of ghost you can't put them to rest by fixing their problem.
You have to burn their bones.
Maka has never seen a ghost run away from her before, so this ghost is special.
She finally figured out a way to get up their she just hopes she doesn't die trying.
Maka has to stand on her desk, jump to the smallest cabinet, pull herself to the tallest one, and take a large leap to the ledge of the window.
Its not like she is afraid of heights because she isn't scared of anything.
Besides- no she can't think about that now.
She has to think of another way to the window and finds none.
Against her apprehension she stands on the desk.
All the while the ghost is sitting with his knees drawn to his chest, head covered by arms, and rocking back and forth.
Guess its now or never.
She jumps to the cabinet top perfectly.
Maka feels herself smile proudly.
She loses worry because the easy part is here.
All she has to so is pull herself up and that is easy.
In a second she has pulled herself up and now has to leap over to the edge which is a couple feet away.
I'm alright.
I can do this.
She mumbles this to herself repeating the two sentences.
And to her surprise she did make it, but now she has to face a new problem.
The kid is staring at her with scared wide eyes "Y-Yo-You c-can see me, but you s-shouldn't be able to. No, t-this shouldn't be happening." the ghost looks like it's about to pass out or start hyperventilating.
It is really hard to figure out the persons voice it is right in the middle of being a guys or girls.
It isn't to high and not to low, but she is just going to go with a boy because his voice reminds her of a little boy she use to know.
"No, I'm just talking and following my imaginary friend named Bill." She says with sarcasm.
His face and body relaxes in relief "That's good" he states and mumbles something too quietly to hear.
Maka can't believe he actually thinks she is telling the truth.
How can she not see or hear him if she answered him back.
Can someone really be that nai-
"W-Wait, yo-you can see me!" he points a shaky finger at her "I-If you couldn't s-see me you wouldn't h-have answered me."
Way to go Einstein.
"I was being sarcastic. I didn't think you would believe me and if I couldn't see you that wouldn't have anything to do with answering back because I might have heard you." She says in a monotone voice.
"S-So can see and hear me?" he questions quietly looks down at his hands.
"Yes"
"O-Oh" he keeps his head down trying to hide his blush, but it is easily seen to Maka.
Wow, she thought I never knew ghost were able to blush.
It's sorta cute.
Well, as cute as a dead person can be.
"Do you r-really have an imaginary friend named Bill" he questions quickly and turns even redder looking everywhere instead of her "I-I'm sorry, you don't have to answer."
Maka can't help to smirk at his reaction "I don't have an imaginary friend called Bill, but I did have an imaginary friend called Nobody."
"Why did you name him that?"
"When I was younger I was always alone and would pity myself by thinking "Nobodys my friend" and I made myself believe that Nobody was a real person that would be my friend and never leave me." when she finished telling him she looks at him an sees him on verge of tears.
"It's okay. It isn't that bad anymore, I'm used to being alone." she says hoping to make him stop pitying her and even puts on her sweetest smile, but all she does is actually make him cry.
"Y-You shouldn't have to get use to it. Being lonely h-hurts." Maka realizes that he must know by experiencing it himself because being alone does hurt and realizing that this boy has felt the same pain as her has an effect on her.
But not enough to do any thing about it.
She wouldn't want to get too attached to the boy.
Despite that, when she sees the boy try to wipe his tears Maka can't help but be reminded of her little brother.
Her brother would cry the exactly same way as him.
He would wipe his tears with his whole hand which would cover his whole face all while he would hiccup uncontrollably.
Instantly, like a reflex she starts to wipe the boys tears.
And regrets it the second she does it.
She pulls her hand back as tough it burned her.
Maka hears the boy gasp in shock "How d-did you do that?" he touches where she touched him and has a look of aw on his face.
"I'm a ghost hunter we're born with the powers like touching ghost without hurting ourselves." Maka states feeling stupid for letting herself think of her brother.
"I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have done that." Maka puts her hand in front of him " I'm Maka Albarn what is your name?"
The boy looks at her hand intensively for a while and finally shakes her hand. His eyes never leave her hand and he softly whispers almost breathlessly "Crona"