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Ghost Hunt

Chapter Four

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Ghost Hunt.


The van was almost totally unpacked except for a monitor and Xenia's bags, so she was the one sent to lock it up. Slinging her bags' straps over her shoulder and head, she lifted the monitor carefully and maneuvered it in her arms so she could shut the door. Hitting the button on the key chain accessory to lock the van, she turned and made her way back into the mansion. She heaved the heavy equipment up the steps of the grand staircase, her arms already tired from carrying multiple loads earlier.

When she finally reached the Red room, a heavy sigh gusted out past her lips and she carefully placed the monitor on the table. Straightening up, she swept a glance over the room. Lin-san was at the center desk, typing away on his laptop as she was finding out was a usual thing. Shibuya-sama was seated on the loveseat, reading his book, posture stiff as, again, she was realizing was a normal thing. Actually, she was finding everyone predictable so far. Ayako-san and Bou-san bickered constantly, John-san attempted to mediate, Hara-san remained quiet while covering her mouth with her sleeve, and Mai-san flitted about happily, getting Shibuya-sama his tea.

While it was quite different from the GPR in the aspect that the SPR seemed to focus more on the hands-on ghost hunting, Xenia was getting quite agitated with the overall energetic team, minus Lin-san and Shibuya-sama. She never really encountered people quite like them until she had come to Japan, and she was starting to miss the conservativeness of the Stud back home. The closest thing she got to normality was John-san. He at least seemed to possess a shred of maturity without being over stuffy. She found herself positioning herself close to him, almost as if he was anchoring her down from bursting her top off from being overwhelmed.

Yes, she knew he was a priest, so she was mindful of his oath and tried to not come off as if she were interested in him that way. Hopefully they would become great friends one day, if she got to remain on the team. Speaking of which, she should probably kiss up to the boss a bit and butter him up to the idea of keeping her. Turning to face him, she cleared her throat delicately to get his attention. "Shibuya-sama?"

"Yes?" He continued to read his book.

"Is there anything else you want me to do?"

"No, that is all. You should join the other women to set up your living quarters."

"Ach, right! I guess I will be off then. I'll be back later!" She dismissed herself quickly, turning on her heel and heading out the door.


Xenia folded her clothes into the space in the dresser that was left for her, arranging them neatly before sliding the heavy maple drawer closed. She turned and watched Ayako-san and Mai-san gossip noisily from their beds while Hara-san had disappeared into what she assumed was the bathroom. The two beckoned her over and she complied, sitting herself next to Mai-san on the full sized, comfortable bed.

"So, Werner-san-" Ayako began, moving closer to the edge of her bed. "-why did you join SPR?"

Straight to the point, ne? "Well, I'm a psychic and have experience with the GPR, so I decided that I should join the Japanese branch while I'm here. Might as well do something productive, right?"

"What's the 'GPR?'" Mai-san question, her head tilting in confusion.

Xenia smiled and explained, "It's the German branch of the Psychic Research Association, which originated in Great Britain with the Davis family, who founded it. My parents helped establish the GPR and once I showed signs of latent psychic powers, I enrolled myself into their program."

"Maah, I see now. Then, if you don't mind me asking, why are you here in Japan, Werner-san?" Ayako-san pried blatantly.

"To study psychic and paranormal occurrences abroad." A partial lie, but they'd be none the wiser.

"Are your parents here?"

"No."

"Really? How old are you?" Mai jumped in, perking up instantly.

"Eighteen."

"Wow! I'm only seventeen. Naru is eighteen too, though!"

Xenia quirked an eyebrow at this, pondering over it briefly. He came off as at least nineteen, not that, that was much more significant than eighteen. If his appearance didn't set her opinion of him in a teenager age group, she reckoned he would fit the bill of someone in their twenties.

"Cool." She replied, a small smile playing on her lips to satisfy her companions. She heard the bathroom door open and Hara-san cough fragilely into her sleeve. The three all turned to face her immediately.

"Fujioka-san-" Hara-san's petite voice began. "-said that supper would be served at 18:00 sharp. That is ten minutes from now."

Fujioka-san, as we all had learned earlier, was the Head Maid, while Mori-san was the Head Butler. Xenia rose to her feet at this announcement, straightening out her clothing and smoothing her hair before grinning at her fellow women. "Nun, let's go get some good, ne?"


The evening meal had been…interesting, to say the least. It was the now familiar pattern to Xenia, and she had only known them for a few hours. She was seated between Mai-san and Bou-san at the long dining room table, and was victim to their brother-sister interactions during the whole meal. Not to mention Shibuya-sama made Mai-san get up in the middle of supper to make him tea. Even Xenia found that extremely rude and sympathized with the poor girl who was just a year her junior. Other than that, it went swimmingly well.

Shibuya-sama announced that they would begin their investigation tomorrow, while they let the monitors and cameras run all night recording just in case there was any activity. Cameras had been set up in key locations that the owners had reported activity in: the Green room, the Servant's main hall, the kitchen, the laundry room, and the stables. Xenia couldn't wait, but for now all she wanted was sleep.

When they finally made their ways back to their respective rooms, the girls in one and the men in the one next door, Xenia changed into her pajamas in the bathroom first. Emerging from the room, bypassing Ayako-san who was next in line, she shuffled over to her assigned bed, pulling back the comforter and sheets and sliding in. The blankets were cool, the cloth smooth against her bare legs, as she was only wearing loose black boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. Snuggling into the cool side of her pillows, she rolled onto her stomach, her back cracking from the twisting movement. Relaxing into the heaven-like bed, Xenia was out before Hara-san, the last to change, made it to her bed and the light was turned off.