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Morning hit hard as I realized that it was no longer the night, but the morning of Friday. All I could process was pain and almost loud noise. I figured the pain came from the fact I woke up flat on the floor. But the noise. It was a familiar noise, one that always calmed me. But today, it brought a sudden wave of panic upon me. This sound, a sound I had normally loved, was calling upon a feeling I normally wouldn't allow myself to feel.

Hastily, I scrambled to my feet as I cracked my neck in attempts to be rid myself of the unwelcome kink that placed its home there. However this didn't help, so I ignored it as my eyes began to frantically search my room. Not one piece of dust seemed to be out of place. The clothes were still scattered on the clothes, my bed still a mess, my books still on the floor in front of a night stand, the bathroom door wide open, and it was still quiet, save that sound that was eating into my ears.

Rain. Rain! I knew what rain had always meant, it had always meant I could see Kanda. But he wasn't here. He'd left the previous night and had not returned. My heart rate quickened as I began to think I would not see him again. Nothing in my mind could even being to fathom why I decided 5:30 in the morning would be a great time for a freak out over a ghost, but it happened.

Finally, after about 15 minutes, I decided it wasn't worth it. He'd made it clear he wasn't a lost puppy, he didn't really need my help; he just inquired it. So after readying my bag and myself for school, I headed down the stairs in a less than ecstatic mood. I don't know what that ghost had done to me, but it seemed that his presence had just destroyed my life. I as usually happy, but now it would see that I was not, I was depressed for lack of better words.

The school was dead and quiet, like normal. And it didn't help that I was wet. The rain hadn't let up for a single second, and since Gramps wasn't a fan of me taking the only car we had, I had to walk all the way to school. I was damp, soaking, wet, drenched. It was terrible, but either way, I walked into the hallway and too my full locker. I opened up the blue metal door, and what normally would've brought a smile to my face, made me hold my head away as so I would not look in that direction.

Not long after I had my books on the floor and my Physics opened in my lap, did Allen waltz up to his locker beside mine. He was happy, as normal, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealously at the smile on his face. Where was mine? Why did that specter decide to steal it away from me?

"What's up?" Allen asked me as he plopped onto the floor, a small grunt of discomfort escaping his lips as he hit the locker with his back.

"Nothing. Finishing my homework," my voice was hardly audible.

"Really? What's up with you lately, Lavi? You always have your homework finished, why all the sudden do you not have it finished?"

"Well…." I stopped short as my hand scribbled down another answer.

"Well, last night I was talking with that ghost I was telling you about, Kanda."

"Mhm," Allen looked immersed in my story. It was reassuring that he didn't think I was crazy.

"And well, I must've said something that set him off. He basically just stormed out of my house. I haven't seen him sense."

"You think he left?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. I really hope he didn't."

Allen chuckled; I could feel the amusement in his voice. "You miss him?"

I rolled my eyes, "Allen, shut up. It's not funny."

"I know it's not!" Allen's hands flew into the air as an act of defense. "I mean…I think it's kinda…um…friendly. I mean I know you, you usually ignore all those ghosts who come to you, but this one…it's kinda different, right?"

I nodded, but I didn't know why. It was an involuntary action, but I did it anyway.

Allen chuckled.

"HEY!" I snapped out. "It's not like whatever you're thinking of! He wanted my help, and I felt like we're friends."

"I know!" Allen chuckled again, "calm down, Lavi. I didn't mean anything by it."

I sighed. Really nothing had convinced me to say anything more, so I just slumped against my locker, my lips pursed in a sort of a pout. Allen didn't respond; I knew he didn't know what to say either. But it was alright, people were starting to come into the school. Just that simple action of classmates and younger students I didn't know walking past me destroyed my urge to talk to Allen about this. And then again, I didn't even think I knew what I wanted to say about it.

Second period, during leftover class time where we could work on our homework, I inquired permission to use the restroom. Once granted, I hastily left the room. I didn't actually have to go; I just wanted to see if I could find Kanda. If only for those five to seven minutes we could talk if I found him, it would be worth it.

"I can't believe you're the one running around like a lost puppy now," the cold eerie voice made me want to jump as I walked into the bathroom. That voice was so familiar, so cold, so welcoming, so hating. I didn't know what to think of it. All I knew was that he was mocking me in his own way.

"K-Kanda…!" I stammered at the sight. There was color to his messed up clothes and skin, his hair, his eyes, everything.

He part jumped part floated down from the window sill. That smile was sort of creepy, but it vanished just as soon as it came. The floating stopped in front of me. He was close, close enough that I could see into those cold and unwavering eyes. It was almost scary. They wouldn't blink, and he wouldn't breathe.

"I hear you've been looking for me," Kanda mumbled.

"You've heard…?" I wasn't about to understand what that meant.

He nodded, "Yes. I'm not the only one who wanted your help, dumb ass," he mumbled. "And they follow you around, but they're the lost puppies. And they hear things, and since they actually want your help, they want you to be finished with me as fast as possible so they can have you."

The voice that came from him, eerie and unwelcoming, sounded disgusted by other's ghosts' actions. He obviously was an outcast in that world. He wasn't too different from me, an outcast.

With Kanda back at my side, asking me stupid questions, the day flew by almost instantly. It was exciting to think about going home to talk to him about everything. Anything. He wanted my help, and I was ready to help him now. Even if that meant my weekend went to waste, my month, my year. I didn't care. I was just ready to go home and talk.

"Will you fucking calm down!" Kanda screamed at me as I walked out of the front doors. I laughed at him; I didn't want to calm down, I was far too excited to calm down. My phantom was back, and even though he hadn't said anything about wanting my help, he still needed it. Honestly, even if it makes me sound way too childish for my age, I was happy, I felt needed.

And all the sudden, everything just kind of dropped down. A single thing, one single piece of billboard, a single sign, just ruined everything. The aura around us both just dropped from happy and annoyed, to confused and angry. I was confused, he was angry. A sign, some random building, I couldn't even bring myself to care what it was, coming soon. There was construction equipment polluting the park. Winter's Park, the oldest park in the city.

"Kanda?" I asked as I whirled around to see where he was.

"Shut up," He growled before he vanished. I whirled around on my heels again and my heart sunk. I couldn't tell what Kanda had been reduced too, but all I knew was that he was trying to do something that was never going to happen. I wanted to shrink away, knowing that I could see him doing what he was doing. Screaming at people that couldn't hear him. And in the rain to make it worse, it was getting harder.

I decided there was no point in standing around, so I decided to leave. Walking away, the rain hitting me almost painfully. The construction usually happened here in rain, it always rained, and there was no sun to work with. If something had to be done, they'd get it done. And now, my ghost was trying to stop it, but it wasn't going to happen. He was a ghost. No one could hear him in this city but me.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" He screamed at me as I walked into my room.

I didn't answer as I threw my bag on my bed before throwing myself on it. Drowning out his yelling at me, I opened my backpack and pulled out my Calculus homework, a worksheet, four pages, all fronts and back. I wanted to get started and hopefully get it done before I passed out, but that wasn't going to be possible since Kanda was yelling.

"Lavi…" Kanda finally stopped yelling and sat down, not disturbing the blankets.

"What?" I asked as I scribbled down the answer for the first question.

"Look, I know you're not listening to my screaming, but listen to this. I don't know what it will happen to do with anything, but…you never know."

That made me look up at him, he was being uncharacteristically calm and gentle. I didn't know what it was that made him like that, but I was defiantly intrigued.

"I'll listen, just let me work on my homework too, I need to get it done. This doing homework in the morning isn't working for me," I sat up.

He nodded and crossed his legs. He took a deep breath before he began to talk.

"I don't remember much about my death, much less my life, but I do remember a little bit. I've lived in this town…er…city ever since I was born. And that park, Winter's Park has always been something I remember.

"Me and my friends would play there when we were little, and it was the hang out spot when we go older. It was always the place to be. And now, just seeing that they're going to destroy something that is this town's…city's history…" he just trailed off before flopping down, a cold stiff laugh coming out.

"What?" I asked, filling in the 5th question.

"I sound like a fucking softy, not what I want to be."

I chuckled, "Well alright then. But it's not all bad, you know."

He scoffed, "Whatever…" He sat up again, this time he was facing me.

"I wanna watch them," He said.

"Hm?" I looked up.

"I wanna watch those people destroy that park and build on top of it. It was a fun place to be when I was alive, but it became my home when I died."

I nodded, "If that's what you want, take your time. As long as I know what you're doing, I won't freak out."

Kanda chuckled, "Thanks."

We were both shocked, needless to say, when he said that one six letter word. I was a little less though, people said that all the time. But Kanda seemed to want to puke.

"B-bye!" he almost shouted as he vanished.

I chuckled and turned back to my work.

When my clock hit 10:14, something in my head clicked. I was in the middle of the 45th problem of my worksheet. But I dropped my pencil, the calculator, and paper. I sprinted from my bed and down stairs. Both flights had been passed with a matter of two jumps a piece.

"Gramps!" I shouted as I skidded to a stop. He gave me no response but to look at me. I could tell he wasn't happy that I had pulled him from his work.

"You have access to the POC records right?" I asked, my eagerness painfully obvious.

"Yes," was his only response.

"Can I use your computer possibly?"

"What makes you think you can waltz down here, disrupt my work and ask to use the city's private records?"

"Um…." Well there was no answer for that. Gramps knew about my "quirk" but that didn't mean I was allowed to do things the easy way. Life was defiantly not like Ghost Whisperer, I had no way to look dead people up, and since Gramps never let me search the POC files, a stupid anagram made up by the stupid mayor for people who lived in the city from the time it was founded to now, I was out of luck.

"Can we make a deal perhaps?" I asked. Maybe he would go for that.

"What has possessed you to ask me this, boy?" he grumbled at me.

"Um…." I took a seat in a chair.

His eyebrow arched. I had hoped he would infer what had possessed me to do this, but of course he wouldn't. He'd make me tell him, and I'd cringe while I did it.

"I uh…." I cringed there, "kinda agreed…" cringed again, "to help…" there I didn't just cringe, I visibly shivered, "a…a ghost," I finished, and a gulped.

He did not reply. My mind could read his facial expression, it was always the same, unmoving, unwavering, and apathetic. He hadn't always been this way, but he was now and that was what mattered at the moment.

"You're 18, Lavi. You haven't even finished High School and you're already helping things. I told you I wouldn't care when you started doing that when you were done with school!"

"That's not even the damn point, you old panda!" I shouted. "That's not a deal I'm willing to work with right now. I've had this problem ever since I can remember; I'm an adult now, so I can do what I want to do. And if that means I want to help this one GHOST," my emphasis was to merely point out that they were no things. Sure they were no longer alive, but that didn't mean they were things. There was a fat line between dead and nonliving, ghosts were dead, meaning they had once lived, making them people, not things, "then I can sure as hell do it. Honestly, you treat me as though I'm still a child who gets scared when a specter appears out of nowhere. I'm not a kid anymore, and I want to help this ghost, just this one."

He sighed, seeing as how he was not going to win with me, I could begin to read that look on his face, and it was one of surrender, I could only hope he was going to give up and let me use the POC files to aid my investigation. Because knowing my luck, I'd find out that no one even knew what happened to him. And I'm pretty sure that Gramps knew that.

"Fine, you can help this ghost and I'll allow you to use the POC files, only on a few conditions though."

"Hit me with your best shot," I challenged, just daring him to give me the worst ones he could think of.

"First, this is to be the only ghost you help until you are finished with College."

I nodded, knowing me and me and my amazing memory I would be done with College in 2 years.

"Second, you are to use it under my knowledge and supervision."

I nodded again. He was treating me like a child there, but I didn't care at the moment. It wasn't like it was a big deal, I was just some senior in High School, I really didn't have the right to be snooping around government files. And they were his, he'd been trusted to keep them and all the rest of the files safe, and he was breaking that trust by allowing me to snoop.

"Third, you are to use it for this single ghost. You are to look up no others under any circumstances."

I nodded again. That was a reasonable condition, I could live with it.

"Any others?" I inquired, hoping he would say no.

"Promise me."

I wanted to chuckle, but promise me was another way to say he wanted me word as a young man that I wasn't going to break this trust, so of course I was obliged to give it to him.

"You have my word. He will be the only ghost I help until I am out of college, I will only use the POC files under your supervision and with your permission, and I'll only look up this single person."

Gramps nodded and waved me off. Yes there was no way I was going to get into it tonight, but I would use the POC soon enough, then I could help Kanda out. Yes, he was what possessed me to ask, he was what possessed my mind to think of this idea. It was entirely his fault. My ghost's fault. A ghost I had found just a little over a month ago in the worn out gazebo of Winter's Park. And now, I could finally feel worthy enough to help him out, he could want my help now.


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