Warnings: This story is more depressing, so don't read if you don't like depressing stories.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt! All rights go to their respective owners

A/N: Hopefully this upload will make up for not posting chapter five of Assassin's Ghost! Anyways this week I decided to do a contest. So here it goes:

One sentence in this story was actually said in the Ghost Hunt manga. PM me which sentence you think it is and I'll write a one-shot for you. You can choose from any anime (that I've seen) and any pairings. Or if you read Assassin's Ghost I'll send you the rough draft of chapter five. I think the sentence is pretty easy to find, so I'm only taking the first three correct answers.

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Prompt 67: Write about:

Death

The grief in the air hung like a thick, wool blanket, draped over everyone. There were no smiles from the remembrance of him; stories which should have brought laughs only brought sorrow. It felt as if time itself was standing still; that this was just a horrible nightmare, and Oliver was trying to escape.

Oliver's eyes scanned the somber crown slowly. To his right his parents were huddled together, their figures slumped in silent grief. Ahead of him a few family members were crying loudly, their bodies shaking as sobs escaped their lips. Oliver's own eyes filled with tears, but he refused to cry. Oliver didn't cry, he'd never cried when he was younger and didn't plan to start now.

Trying to take his mind off of the casket in front, he settled on scanning the ocean of black clothed people once again. He saw Madoka sitting a few benches away, a small white tissue pressed firmly against her lips. He guessed that the tissue was to suppress her cries, because as lively as she was, not once had Madoka ever cried in front of Martin, or anyone for that matter. It was one of the few things they shared.

A new feeling of respect welled up in Oliver's chest as he watched the older girl. Unlike him, Madoka's eyes never once left the preacher or the casket. She kept her eyes on the front at all time, unwilling to even glance to the side.

Everyone was keeping their eyes up front, where the open casket displayed the body of a young man. A young man who had been deeply loved by everyone in this room, Oliver included. Oliver guessed everyone knew this would be the last time they would see his body, this would be the last time they got to say goodbye.

Although Oliver himself couldn't understand why they all said their goodbyes to the body of the young man. They knew as well as he did that the body left behind was only a shell, the spirit of the young man had departed long ago. For Oliver, saying goodbye this way was unsatisfying, but he couldn't get out of this funeral. He knew Martin, Luella, Gene and even Madoka needed for him to be here. For unexplainable reasons his stoic personality gave them a small amount of strength.

"Noll." A voice cracked from his left.

Oliver's head cocked to the side, eyeing his twin warily.

Eugene's cheeks were covered in dried tears, with fresh ones still welling in his eyes.

"Gene." Oliver replied calmly, despite the fact that he was breaking on the inside as well. Only three days ago Eugene and Oliver had been playing with the young man in the casket.

"Auntie must be so sad." Eugene croaked.

Oliver nodded slowly. He couldn't see his aunt's face since she sat in the front, nearest to the casket, but he assumed she was one of the louder ones crying. Unlike most times when people displayed an uncomfortable amount of emotions, Oliver didn't get upset. He knew his aunt was grieving for her only child. He also knew his mother grieved for her lost nephew, just as Eugene and Oliver grieved for their lost cousin.

Eugene's hand slipped into Oliver's, grasping it tightly as he buried his head into Oliver's shoulder. Oliver had never seen his twin so broken, but death did tend to do that, didn't it?

Only three days ago Eugene and Oliver had been playing with their older cousin, Gilbert, for most of the afternoon. Oliver had sat in his second favorite chair in the house and watched as Gilbert picked Eugene up and threw him over his shoulder, threatening Eugene with a duck in the pool. Only after Eugene had begged for a good five minutes did Gilbert actually place Eugene back on the ground.

Briefly Oliver wondered if he could have prevented Gilbert's death. Could he have stopped it if he'd known Gilbert had been sick?

But then again, depression wasn't something that could be seen. Oliver knew this, and he knew that there wasn't anything any of them could have down to prevent Gilbert's death. But even he couldn't keep his twelve year old mind from asking that question. It was human natural to wonder if they could have prevented it, and Oliver was only human.

"Death may soothe a soul's pain, but if everyone truly understood what death means, no one would ever commit suicide." Oliver spoke so softly that only Eugene heard him.

Bright blue eyes turned red from crying stared at Oliver. Could we have done something? This sentence didn't need to be spoken between the twins, because they both knew what the other was asking. And for the first time in their twelve years of their lives, both twins asked the same question.

"No." Oliver said firmly but gently.

Eugene nodded, and only when Eugene squeezed his hand did Oliver realize he was still holding onto his brother's hand. Oliver knew that today he hadn't been himself; he'd showed far more emotions than he was used to, but he supposed funerals did that to people. So instead of pulling his hand out of Eugene's, he found himself gripping his twin's hand even more tightly.

"If I were to die, will you promise me that you won't stick me an a hole six feet deep?" Oliver said this lightly, so that he didn't scare his twin. "I don't want to be left for bu…." He trailed off before finishing. "Don't put me in the ground; I don't care what you do with me. Just don't burying me."

Eugene nodded. "Same for me."

Deciding that he'd shown enough emotions for a life time, Oliver let out a small grunt to show he heard Eugene before turning back towards the casket. Oliver knew he'd never understand his cousin's death, but death was a mysterious thing. Death had never been meant to be understood, it was simply accepted.