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A/N

Hello and the second chapter has arrived in a spectacular amount of time. I must say, you faithful reviewers have given me so much more ideas! I am forever thankful to you. I know now more then ever, that I really will finish this story! Very big thanks to:

Momo-chan-12: Thank you so much, I am so happy that you are enjoying it. And it was only the first chapter! Have a harvest Moon plushy!

Like red on a rose: Yeah, I bet your translator is right, because Tour means to Turn. But thank you for saying mine sounded cool. I really need to get a better translator though…lol Have a Harvest Moon Plushy!

Pink-Cat-Mint-Flower: Thank you, I'm glad that it was original. I tried to make it original, so I'm glad that it was! I'm glad you liked that line. Have a Harvest Moon Plushy!

King Of Apple Pie: Heehee, I'm happy that you think that. That is actually kind of what I intended...Creepy, don't worry, it has so many more lovely plot twists coming...it scares me...but still, no evil posessions in this one...sorry...Have a Harvest Moon plushy!

completeOrDIE: Well, I have played that game, because my friend owns it...but i've never beaten it or anything. In fact, I didn't even think once about that game when writing the story. but, it is not going to be like the game. You'll see! I will surprise everyone! Mwa HaHa! Have a Harvest Moon plushy!

Thank you all, I love you!

Kisa-chan-2006

Les Phantom

Act Two: Voir clair dans

July 22nd 1927

Dear diary,

3:54 P.M.

The sun is shining brightly today, and all traces of yesterday's anger have faded away into a void of nothingness.

As the pages of this journal have plainly proven to ones eyes, nothing of severe excitement has happened since yesterday's queer event. I shall now proceed to excitedly tell you this precious piece of information. After I had settled down to a nice piping hot cup of tea and my favorite book in tow, my instincts told me to check the front door. I put it off and let the repeating thought linger for a few quiet moments in my head before finally surrendering to its pleas. As I walked down the staircase, my eyes took a sweeping glance around the room and alarmingly found that I, in fact, had not been alone after all! It was all quite a mystery to me how this cloaked stranger had somehow managed to hide his very presence from me. But even though I had not been aware, it was quite obvious from the look of his rumpled clothes soaked in mid-afternoon rain that he had only appeared a few minutes ago. Then he apologized and quickly explained that the weather had been quite harsh and he had been seeking shelter. In which explained his sudden appearance. Two hours later, he left with a wave goodbye and a silent peck on my hand. Now that I think about it…he did give me his name…Cyprus Ulithian. Such an odd name, though in my complete opinion, is very fitting considering his oddly proportioned properties. It doesn't sound like any name I think I have ever heard…maybe a foreigner perhaps…

Now that I have spoke enough about yesterday, I will write a few more lines about today. At five-o-clock Cyprus shall be coming to visit, he says he should very much like to participate in reading some of the latest novels with me. Though something deep inside my mind whispers alarms, I cannot but help feel excitement welling up. I will record everything about my experiences later in the evening, or early morning tomorrow. Now I shall amuse myself with a book of poetry until the expected time arrives.

My entire Love- Camellia Stronghold

"I think I was killed…" He stared before breathing heavily, hands shaking in fear and…something else, something completely indescribable. This girl had been murdered…and she was dead. He rapidly shook his head, he was talking to a ghost…this was…odd, a very odd and surprising occurrence.

"Do you remember how you were killed?"

She looked down and practically shoved the book in his face.

"I read through this whole thing, it doesn't say anything at all…not that I would, remember, how am I supposed to write in a journal if I'm dead? I don't even know if it is mine…"

His face remained blank as he stood up just to collapse in his seat. What a day… here he was, talking to a dead person while trying to solve an unknown murder mystery.

What more could happen?

"A lot more could happen to you Gray…"

Great, she could read minds too? Why hadn't he thought of that? She was dead, a ghost who he could see with the naked eye, why shouldn't she be able to see a humans train of thought? It was highly probable. But still, now he would have to refrain from thinking any…angered or misrepresented thoughts when in her presence. Unless of course this was all a complete and utter dream, and he had ingested something rather strong before falling into an outlandish dreamlike state.

"Gray…I can assure you with the most efficiency my words can offer… you are not dreaming."

She put her hand on her lips and pursed them in a manner of intent and momentous thinking. Closing her eyes for a brief moment in time, a slight humming sound made its way from her throat. Staring at her for a minute or so, He decided to take the liberty to sit himself down on one of the creaky wooden chairs and think deeply about his current situation.

'This is so completely and utterly confusing…how should I be able to see her if she's dead?"

The girl sighed and twisted her hair around her finger absentmindedly, eyes clouded with possibly the same confusion he was feeling.

"How is it feasible that a living human would be able to see me? Nobody ever has been able to fully see me. Yes on a rare occasion they have felt another presence in the room but always nothing more than that… It is just all vastly strange…"

Silence wrapped its arms around the room, except for their soft breathing, nothing else filtered through the silence. It was then, amidst his frenzied thinking that Gray had come up with an extraordinary hypothesis.

"If I am able to see you, even though you are…you know…then maybe there is a likelihood of the other people being able to see you like I can."

Her eyes widened a fraction of an inch.

"You think so?"

He offered a responsive smile all the while holding up his hand.

"My theory has not yet been proven right, nor has it been proven faulty either. We must find out!"

"I suppose we shall… but who should be able to see me?" she said, suddenly looking a small percentage uncertain.

He moved to the staircase, floor boards creaking slightly as he did so. She walked, or rather, floated quite effortlessly over to his side, and both descended the staircase, adrift in concentrated train of thought. Reaching the front door, he opened it for her, while she evoked a smug smirk and walked thought the door that was closed. Sighing he walked outside, eyes assaulted by the sudden burst of light. She stood on the sun parched cobble-stone road in all-embracing awe, unable to take her eyes off of the towns buildings.

"Oh my goodness…It feels like it has been forever since I have been outside, lest caught sight of this town…"

They started walking down the street.

"Shall we go visit the flower shop first?"

Her mouth still open, she looked around with ample eyes, gawking at the scenery.

"Sure…"

So as they walked, he pointed this way and that, occasionally looking back at her over his shoulder and offering a slight smile.

"How long has it been since you have last caught sight of this town?"

"I sincerely do not have an exact date…I would have to estimate over…the span of…twenty years. Why? Do tell, has anything changed since I have been gone?"

A sigh was cast from his lips, a sigh that some things had changed all too much since she had been gone.

"Yes…I would have to say, many things have changed. The Second World War is over, but it has left us with poverty and many other casualties to face. But somehow, we always manage to pull through. Still, the fatalities of the Second World War have been a sheer disaster. Homeless children, poor budgets, it is nearly impossible to find quality food at the stores any more."

She stared, dull eyed at him, her eyes seeming to tear through his head.

"I see…another war ends, just to begin with one more…where does it all end…"

He offered a look of condolence.

"Slowly, but surely, this little town is recuperating. We have farms, even though our animals have little nutrition, and our soil is not exceptionally fertile. We always manage to pull through. With Gods will, I have utter belief we shall survive."

They walked down the street, side by side; bathing in silence, the humming of cicada's the only thing piercing the quiet nature of the town. Suddenly, a thin frail looking girl was spotted walking down the street, holding a paper bag which seemed to be filled with a small quantity of flour. Her short brunette hair was cropped close to her face, while she wore a simple blue dress and a white nurse's apron.

Gray whispered excitedly, motioning for the girl to come closer.

"That is Elli; here is our chance to see if she can see you!"

Unknown to Gray, the girl nervously wrung her hands, secretly hoping, pleading to herself that someone other than Gray would be able to see her.

Elli walked closer till she was standing directly besides Gray, clutching the paper bag in her hands.

"Hello there Gray, what a surprise seeing you here, shan't you be watching the Book Tower? Or have you decided to take a walk to relieve yourself of the stuffy air in that building? I must admit, it is a pleasant day for a walk no doubt. You might as well enjoy the fine weather while you can, it never lasts forever."

Gray responded, looking quite alarmed that she had not yet noticed the girl standing a few feet directly behind him.

"What a fancy seeing you here too Miss Elli, what are you doing on such a fine day as this?"

She smiled and held up the bag of flour.

"I Plan to make Stuart a cake for his tenth birthday. Though I have to admit, the contents are very meager in size, I shall hope that it meets to his ten year old approval…"

The girl walked closer, but Elli talked on. Not noticing, except for a cold draft of air hitting her suddenly.

"Oh my, that was a chilly draft…"

She shivered once more before waving her hand goodbye.

"I am sorry, but I must get home in order to have this cake done in time…Goodbye!"

The girl sighed and hung her head in a disappointing manner.

"Gray…can I go back to the Book tower?"

Gray nodded his head and they both walked back, looking at one another every great once in a while. It turned out that nobody could see her except for him… This was taken as a grievous matter, especially to her.

"Well, at least you are quite able to see me!" She said, "Now I won't be alone anymore…"

They walked into the library and Gray looked at the grandfather clock situated on the far left of the wall. It struck five-o-clock. It was then that he realized that he had a previous engagement with his dear friend Clifford.

"I am very sorry to leave you in such a complicated situation…but I shall have to go, you see I have to be somewhere a quarter from five…I am dreadfully sorry..."

She blinked twice and smiled.

"All is well Gray, don't worry, I have found ways to keep myself from dying of boredom for twenty years, and I think I shall be able to do it again. Promise me that you will visit tomorrow though…"

He smiled and opened the door once more.

"Yes, I promise I will visit tomorrow…but before I take my leave…you still haven't told me your name…"

She started to walk up the staircase and stopped, looking at him directly in the eye.

"I am Camellia Stronghold…and I suppose I will be seeing you tomorrow…until then Gray…"

Then she disappeared up the stairs, and he walked out, talking mostly to himself all the while.

"And I shall see you tomorrow…Camellia Stronghold…"

To be continued in chapter Three

An Excerpt from Chapter Three

Camellia sat on one of the creaky wooden chairs, mulling over the red journal, with Gray leaning over her shoulder.

"You see…it is just mindless babbling… I can't make it out…"

Gray said, with a confused loom in his eyes.

"I still don't see why girls think that kind of stuff…"

Camellia giggled.

"I sincerely don't think men are supposed to understand this kind of stuff Gray."

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and huffed.

"Well… I still think it is rather pointless…"

"Let us change the matter… how do you suppose I was killed?"

Gray scanned the contents of the journal once more before looking into her eyes.

"I don't know Camellia…but I promise you that I will find out."

"That's it!" She yelled at no one in particular. "Why don't you look through the town history and newspaper articles? We should be bound to find something of interest in there!"

Gray stood up, determination lining his pupils.

"I'll go and look up the towns log and history, plus Farmer Barley has some old town articles. I'm sure we'll figure out this mystery in no time…"

To be continued in chapter Three

A/N

Hello, I am so exited. My second chapter!!!! Sorry that these chapters are so short…but I don't like it when they are like six-thousand words long…it makes my eyes hurt. And if I ever lose my place I always have to start from the beginning because I can never find the place. Anyway, here is my definition.

Voir clair dans: See Through… That's what my translator said anyway… well, tune in for the next chapter! Thank you so much for reading. Give me your opinions; I would love to hear them!

Kisa-chan-2006