Ok, so far, someone guessed one ghosts "Ghost story". There fore, Damned Lolita, you get the prize! *Happy dance* The other five ghosts are still up for grabs though people, so guess away!

Also, just wanted to thank anyone who's reviewed so far. You've really made my day just knowing someone's reading this. :D

And I will start dedicating chapters, because it's cool, and I want appreciation going around here.

This one's to you, Damned Lolita, for being a really awsome fan-fiction writer, and a cool girl in general. And my long-distence friend Kirst. Because she's awsome, and one day my girlfriend and I will meet her live. :D

If I owned it, you'd know it, but the house is mine.

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He wandered through the mirrors to the usual meeting place; the attic. It was the only neutral spot for everyone as no one had been… well, the attic was deemed safe, so no one had an "episode", like that one time in the kitchen- he shuddered. Poor guy, he couldn't blame him for being skeeved out by knives after that really though. He didn't have to watch his back, he knew that he was the only one who used mirrors for transport, and all the "visitors" were asleep. He forced himself past the room where the boy from before was sleeping, knowing he'd stay all night again if he even had a glance. And the meeting was too important. Especailly tonight, the first one since the children had come to their "home."

He stepped through the glass of the mirror into the empty room of the attic. As usual, he was the first one there, so he took a breath.

"Assemble," he breathed out, so quiet that it was almost as if he hadn't spoke at all. At once, the others began to arrive. An electrical socket came alive, buzzing as if full of angry bees, spurting out a stream of electricity, forming into his late twin sister. She sat by the window, and gazed out as they waited for more to arrive. The fireplace went up in bright flames for a moment, and a older teen stepped out as they vanished as quickly. He leaned against the fireplaces bricks, looking distant as usual. The books on the shelf rattled violently, until one opened up and a young boy stepped out and took a place on the floor by him. Two teenagers, almost identical, save for one being a year shorter, floated through the floor and sat on either side of the bookshelf. The last member of their group floated through the ceiling and took his place silently at the woman's side on the desk by the window.

His green eyes meet all the others around him; Dangerous green, angry, confused, and upset aquamarines, empty orange,- …hopeful blue-gray?

"Is there anything you want to say?" He said kindly to the boy next to him, kneeling down to sit by him. The boy shuffled, then looked at all of them.

"Maybe… This time it's really-"

"Shut it kid. There's no second chance for this big a fuck-up," the boy by the fireplace spat out. His eyes had grown even more angry. " We're stuck here for eternity, no re-do's. Game over. And we all know what's going to happen NOW. At least one of those kids is joining us before their 'happy little summer adventure' is over."

His words were harsh, and made a person feel like they'd just been bitten. The boy recoiled, and hung his head back in his hair. Beside him, the blonde boy started yelling.

"Just because YOU don't have any hope left, you don't have to ruin it for him." He hissed out. "Meeting adjourned."

"But wait- We didn't say how we're getting rid of the kids." The younger of the two brothers called out. All eyes were on the blonde as he turned.

"We're not,"

"But-!"

"No. We will simply be careful not to be seen, and wait. As usual."

He disappeared with the slate haired boy through a wall, and took him back to his domain, the library. He was about to leave when he was caught by a hand.

"…Do you think that… they might be…"

He turned back to the soft voice. "…I hope so." And with that, he returned to the mirror. He walked the reflected halls, not ignoring the pull this time back towards the living boys' room. He sat there, watching the pink haired boy sleeping as he had done for the past week.

"…I really do hope you're the one's we've been waiting for…"

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They'd only been there two weeks, but the difference was noticeable in Marluxia.

Demyx looked at all of them around the table. "… Is anyone else seeing how weird Marluxia has gotten lately?" He asked quietly. The mentioned pinkette was still asleep, as Demyx was drugging his hot chocolate at night now.

Xion sighed. "Good, it's not just me seeing these things then." She leaned back against her chair.

"Why… what'd YOU see?" Sora asked, nervously.

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Xion had been wandering upstairs to get to the bathroom when she saw him. Marluxia was just staring deeply into the giant mirror in the hallway.

"He's gotta come out sometime, this is the only way he moves-" He cut off at the sound of Xion approaching him.

"Um, Marly what are you-"

"Xion, ssh."

"Whuh?"

He sighed, exasperated. "If you SPEAK, he doesn't come out. That's why he keeps running away, first it was me, then Demyx, so if I stay quiet, then he'll show up again."

With that, he pressed his face to the glass again.

"…You're messing with me, right?"

"Will you please leave if you won't be quiet Xion?" He whipped his head to face her, then back as soon as he'd finished. She crept away, slightly disturbed, swearing she could hear him muttering to the glass again.

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Sora's eyes widened. "That's like what happened to me!" He exclaimed, his friends and siblings turning to him.

"…Really…" Roxas started.

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Sora was sleepy, and just wanted to go to the bathroom and go back to bed to snuggle into his little sister (Who was surprisingly warm for a little girl). As he opened the door though, he saw something that jarred him into full awakeness.

That sight being Marluxia in front of a mirror with the lights off, doing what could only be described as a strange version of summoning Bloody Mary.

"…Erm, Marly? What are you doing-"

He jumped at Sora's voice, knocking over a few hair supplies that were stacked on a shelf behind him.

"Oh, Jesus! Knock first Sora!" And with that, he pushed him out of the bathroom, and locked the door behind him.

Sora stared up at the door before standing up and dusting himself off.

"…Fuck it." He muttered, and shambled upstairs for the other bathroom, praying to God that someone else wasn't doing something vaguely creepy in that one.

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Everyone stared at Sora before Saix spoke.

"The sad thing is, I can believe that," Everyone looked at him. "For the simple reason that I saw him doing something as equally strange."

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Saix didn't usually think much of Marluxia's cleaning binges. He knew that for some reason or another, if the man got stressed, it was one way he made himself feel better.

However, he usually cleaned the whole house during these times.

Not just the mirrors.

He was more then a little freaked out when he found himself seeing Marluxia around the old house cleaning all the mirrors obsessively, muttering darkly to himself.

"You can't hide from me… You can't hide from me… You can't hid from me…"

Saix didn't know who exactly was hiding from Marluxia, but he had a feeling that they'd be doing it for a while.

Just like him. Because he was NOT coming out of the janitors closet he had found the fifth time he'd come across Marluxia obsessively cleaning until the pinkette had left the hallway, so he wouldn't get screamed at again.

Funny how Marluxia's voice got so high-pitched when he was stressed…

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Everyone was getting a little weird-ed out by this. Three counts of Marluxia going nuts was not very comforting.

"…Well now that you mention it…." Roxas began reluctantly.

Re-count. Four accounts of Marluxia going bonkers was really unsettling.

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Roxas had been going back to his room when he saw Marluxia walking down the hallway. He had hurried to meet him, but stopped when he took a look at Marluxia's expression; concentration, mixed with a lost look in his eyes. As the older boy breezed past him, as if he weren't even standing there, Roxas heard him muttering to himself.

"Right here… He was standing right here last time… maybe he'll come back…"

Roxas watched as Marluxia quickly moved through the door-way and out of sight, almost gliding across the floor as he did.

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Demyx stared at all of them. "Well, you guys haven't seen ANYTHING," He whispered.

"He's at his worst at night. He's just… staring at the mirror, like it's gonna friggin' spit out either his true love… or the anti-christ. He's losing sleep over it, and I of all people should know about that sort of thing… one time, he tried sleeping in the library for God's sake. I'm …getting really worried here guys."

As that sank in, Sora looked over at Namine.

"Sis? Have you seen Marluxia do anything weird lately?"

Namine closed her sketch book quietly.

"I think you guys are over-reacting. Is it possible that Marluxia just has some insomnia?" She looked up at the others. "Besides, you know him. He does a lot of weird things, so I wouldn't be so surprised that Sora found him in the bathroom like that. As for the rest, haven't we learned what happens to sleep-deprived people after a few days after the last huge sleep-over we had last winter?"

Everyone cringed. It'd been the only time Roxas had ever been crazy enough to try eating spicy food when he was horribly allergic to it. He'd been to nutty to realize what he was doing until his face was bloated beyond recognition.

"But Namine," Roxas said, reclaiming his dignity, " That was after six days-"

"Exactly," Namine interrupted, " And we've been here two weeks. Marly's just not feeling well. Maybe we should let him have some space or something. Maybe… We should all have separate rooms."

"Absolutely NOT-"

"Are you kidding-"

"I don't think-"

"Why would we-"

"Mom would freak if we-"

"Brilliant idea Namine. I second the motion."

Everyone stared at Marluxia, who had somehow materialized into a seat at the end of the table, with coffee in hand. Roxas was the first to speak.

"Hell no." Marluxia glared up at him.

"Why not? We're all "adults" here. Besides, do you really want to spend the next three months rooming with all your siblings… when you could have a room to yourself?"

His words sunk in. Finally Xion spoke.

"I'm in."

"What-"

"Chill out Rox. It'll be fine, there's enough rooms to go around, and maybe it'll be better this way."

Namine sat up. "Now all we need is one more person to make it majority," She said quietly. Sora looked around before raising his hand.

" …Sure why not. I'd love to have a room to myself for a while, no offense Roxas."

As Demyx started to sputter out a counter-argument, Namine stood up.

"Then it's settled," She said. "I'll get my things and move next door to Marluxia, where ever he goes."

"I'm third floor Nami," He answered with a smile. "Packed and moved this morning."

She smiled, and they left together to get her room ready, the others staring confused at them as they retreated.

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He closed the door behind them as they entered Namine's room, finally finished with moving everything.

"… Thank you Namine," He murmured. She turned to him.

"Marluxia… Tell me exactly who you've been seeing."

He was taken by surprise at that. He took a breath, and looked at her from across the room.

"I've been seeing a boy… but only in the mirrors. I've only seen him twice… but… Namine, I'm not crazy, or making this up, I swear-"

She held up a hand to silence him.

"Marluxia," She began calmly. "I need you to describe the boy physically."

Marluxia gave her a confused look, and then continued slowly.

"Well," he began. "He has really pale blonde hair, down past his shoulders. He's skinny… like the bad kind, the un-healthy skinny. He's really pale… and he's got these eyes…" Marluxia became distant with this memory.

"Eyes that are like… swimming in a pool of chlorophyll when you look into them… or a sea of eternal evergreen forest… but it's… when I first see him, that look… his eyes are always like…. Ice. Ice that's frozen fury and hatred, in that beautiful green color I can't stop thinking about…"

"Then they're not the same."

Marluxia pulled short at that, his head whipping around to face Namine, her expression stotic.

"I'm sorry… what?"

Namine repeated herself. "They aren't the same ghost then. There's more then one."

As the word came out of her mouth, Marluxia realized that it had to be true. It made more sense then anything else he could think of for an explination. But it did make him feel a bit sick to admit Sora could be right about something. Especially something like this. He blinked at her as he registered the complete sentence she had just said.

"Wait… there's more then- you've seen one?" He whispered. Namine nodded.

"Only twice… but that's enough, right?" She muttered, and Marluxia did a shakey head bob. " I keep seeing him in the shadows at night. … He looks like he's my age, and he's got light silver hair. And these… Aquamarine eyes… I could just drown in…. it's like an ocean of color from a caribean sea-"

Marluxia let out a nervous laugh, interrupting Namine's nostalgia. She looked at him questioningly.

"Sorry, it's just…" he began. " I'm glad I'm not going nuts on this… and I'm a little worried that there are friggin' ghosts here." He admitted.

"… And I'm glad I'm not the only one obsessing over someone's eyes." Namine giggled out. They looked at each other, and collapsed to her carpet, laughing out all their stress from the past two weeks. When they were done, they looked at each other, suddenly serious.

"…Marly, what are we going to do. What should we do?"

Marluxia frowned, looking at the ceiling. " Well… usually? I'd say tell the others. Even of they didn't believe there were ghosts here, they'd know something un-healthy was going on here just from the fact that two people were "seeing things". I'd say evacuate and never come back. Have the building condemned, and forget the whole ordeal."

Namine turned to face him. "… But now?"

He turned to her. His face was calm, but his eyes told her of his new obsession. "…I want to see him again… I want to learn who he was… who he is…"

"I want to know his name-" They chorused together on accident, her natural soprano contrasting with his tenor in a harmonic way. They blinked at each other in surprise, then smiled at one another. They were joined in a mission now.

Namine scooted over to cuddle into Marluxia. "Now we just need to figure out our ghosts names… and stories. How do we get info to each other?"

"Check in here every night, Nami. We'll share what we know. Also, if you need anything before… I suppose we'll use codenames for them."

"…Shadow Walker. That's mine. The Shadow Walker." Namine snuggled in closer to Marluxia, as he thought. He finally spoke again.

"…The Lost Reflection," he murmured. Namine made an approving noise, and both fell asleep where they were, making up for the nights they had lost.

Across the room, a shadow edged towards a mirror slightly, almost as if it had sighed in relief. A flash of light across the surface of the glass reveled a blonde boy staring intently at the children in the room, and siverette boy in the corner shadows watching the two embrace in the center of the room. They looked towards one another, the two different greens colliding head on.

"… What do we do?…" The boy went back to staring at the girl un-abashedly. The blonde looked at him, then back to the friends on the floor. The younger one tore his eyes from Namine, and vanished into the dark of the corner's shadows, and did not re-appear. The other watched silently as he left, then returned his gaze to the friends.

'…I wish I knew.' He thought silently, and slid out of sight as well, leaving the two alone to their slumber.