Kimiko: I'm in a tremendously happy mood right now! So this one is longer than the last ones! Here you go, catgirl9696!

Ghosts like motorcycles, too!

Now full of sushi, Isaac Dian felt fully revved up and ready to take on the world, or at least Japan. He stopped walking after they had gone half a block from the restaurant. Looking over at Miria, he took her hand.

"You see, Miria, texting can get us anywhere! As long as we can text, and translate the messages with that thingy on our phones, we can talk with anyone!"

To the slight annoyance to other pedestrians, they had begun to spin around like they were dancing.

"Wow, Isaac, really? We can even talk with a warlord?"

There wasn't much room on the street, so the people moved carefully around the two weird foreigners dancing in the middle of Ikebukuro.

"Of course, Miria! We could talk with warlords, overlords, even the Ghost Lord!"

Unbeknownst to them, they had partially strayed into the street.

"It's so incredible, Isaac! We can even share our feelings with people we've never met!"

The black motorcycle didn't realize Isaac and Miria were there until it hit them. The impact was over before even the rider knew what happened. The two victims landed in the street, temporarily stunned by the shock of being hit.


Celty panicked as she stopped her bike and hurried over to the two lying flat in the street. A few people who were walking by stopped for a few moments, as if they had never seen a motorcycle hit a person before. Several wondered aloud if she was the famous Black Biker. Celty ignored all of this background noise as she knelt down next to the man and woman and tried to help them up.

But they were already sitting up and chatting to each other, talking in English, but clearly agitated.

"Wow, that came out of nowhere, didn't it?"

"It could have been a hit-and-run, couldn't it, Isaac?"

Celty was relieved to find there was no immediate trauma. She stood up with the odd-looking couple.

"But still, miss, you should apologize for running into us!"

"Yes, hitting a person on a motorcycle isn't nice, you know!"

"You should be more careful! There's no excuse for carelessness."

"No excuse!"


Isaac and Miria had quite forgotten to type-and-translate. Fortunately, this particular person really did understand English and there was no need for it.

The rider reached for her phone and typed a message. She held it up to them. It was in the Latin alphabet and not in the odd-looking Japanese symbols.

'I'm very sorry for running into you. Are you hurt anywhere?'

They shook their heads to indicate that they were in fact fine. Miria was intrigued.

"Oh, miss, do you know English?"

The rider nodded.

Isaac frowned. "Then you could speak it. Texting is for people who cannot connect otherwise. But as English-speaking fellows, we now have a bond that few other people here could have."

The rider paused. Then she typed something else.

'I can't talk.'

Instantly, the two were all over her, bawling genuine tears.

'Oh, you poor girl!"

"That must be so hard on you!"

"It's okay, Isaac and me will help you with whatever you need!"

"Do you want to talk—um, I mean, text—about anything?"


Celty believed these people had made a mistake. She shook her head vehemently and waved her hands defensively in front of her. She managed to get another text written to clear up any confusion.

'There's nothing really wrong with me. I'm fine!'

"But, you said you can't speak!" The blond woman was in tears. "It must be so hard!"

"But don't be sad!" The man exclaimed. "Even if not everyone can talk, everyone can love. We'll share our love with you! So you don't have to be upset anymore!"

Celty really wanted to clear at least one thing up. 'I said I can't talk, but it's not like I'm mute. I—' She briefly considered whether she should say it to these people. '—don't have a head. I'm a dullahan.'

She didn't know if the two would know, so as she showed them her phone, she also lifted her helmet visor. The two looked inside. Their eyes widened, but they didn't scream. Instead, the man gave a knowing look at the woman.

"You see, Miria? With texting, our feelings can reach even Miss Dullahan, the Ghost Lady!"

"That's right, Isaac! Even this wandering ghost that can drive motorcycles! She can text and share her love through phones!"

"Yes, people really all the same. People love food and phones and money and motorcycles! And ghosts like motorcycles, too!"

"They do!"

For the first time that day, Celty inwardly laughed. These people were so heartwarming.


"By the way, Miss Dullahan, do you know your way around this city?" Isaac asked the ghost-biker. "You see, we're actually new here and we're not sure where to go next."

Miria added, "We need to find a place to stay for the night, but we can't read Japanese yet."

The biker nodded and gestured to her motorcycle. It seemed bigger than before, with enough room to squeeze on three people. She saw Miria on the front, sat behind her and Isaac got on last.

Isaac and Miria were excited. They had never been on a motorcycle before. They had expected it to be rumbling, but there were hardly any vibrations at all. They did have enough sense to hold on tight as the ghost-biker took off.

The cool air blew past them as they shot around the city. Isaac and Miria wanted to look at everything at once, but they always seemed to be passing the thing that caught their eyes. Everything seemed so bright and colorful and lively, just like when they went to that city called Las Vegas with their friend Howard Hughes (see note below) a few years ago.

The ride seemed to both go on forever and end too soon. The ghost-biker stopped in front of a nice hotel and gestured that is was time for Isaac and Miria to end their fun.

Isaac got off, then Miria. They looked up at the hotel and considered going in, but they simultaneously remembered something important.

"Wait, Miss Dullahan!" Isaac exclaimed. "Let us escort you home. A young lady like you shouldn't have to go home alone, even if you are a ghost."

"Yes, cities can be dangerous!" Miria said, genuinely worried for their ghost friend's safety. "We need to see you off at your house!"

The ghost-biker seemed to hesitate, so Isaac pressed on. "Besides, it's the least we can do for all the help you've given us." He had already forgotten about the collision earlier.

"Please let us do this for you!" Miria begged.

The ghost nodded and held up her phone screen. 'Thank you. I don't live too far away.'


Celty finally arrived at the door with the two foreigners in tow. She knocked on the door and Shinra's face instantly burst through the door, jumping at her. She allowed herself to be hugged by him.

The two who had followed her there looked on curiously, whispering to each other. The man had a knowing look and the woman's eyes were as wide as saucers.

Shinra was asking who they were. Celty typed, 'They're two people I met today. They wanted to walk me home.'

Shinra smiled brilliantly and faced the two. "Thanks! I'm glad you kept her company today!"

Celty shook her head. 'They're from America. How could they understand you?' Shinra considered this, and then shook the man's hand, saying "Thank you" in English.

The man and woman smiled back. "Ore wa Isaac!" The man burst out. "And ore wa Miria!" The woman chirped. They didn't seem to understand why Shinra was laughing, but they took it to mean they were all friends now and hugged both Shinra and Celty.

"Shinra," he said, pointing to himself and, to Celty, "Celty."

The two bobbed their heads, waved energetically and walked off down the hall.


"So the ghost's name is Celty Dullahan," Isaac said as they walked back to the hotel their new friend had shown them. "And her lover's name is Shinra…"

Miria let out a sigh. "Isn't that nice, Isaac? She has someone to take care of her. I want someone to take care of us too."

Isaac thought about this. "Well, you have me and I have you! That's enough, right?"

Miria let this sink in. "I guess it is!"


Kimiko: Howard Hughes actually is/was a real person. Look him up on Wikipedia. And he didn't live "a few years" ago.

Also, I didn't think that Isaac or Miria would know the difference between different Japanege alphabets. I didn't mean to make anyone upset or anything.

Flanagan: And we'd like reviews.

Kimiko: I hope catgirl9696 likes this chapter, too!