Gaara groaned as he came home from another long day of work and… everything else he was doing. He dropped his bag beside the door and hung his coat up in the closet. Something was… off, though. The house didn't smell of ramen, and there was no loud singing coming from the bathroom. Everything was… quiet. This was something the Redhead was not used to. He bent down and removed his shoes, stepping on the fluffy carpet. "…Naruto…?" He asked, voice filling the deafening silence.

A light shone from another room, and Gaara felt a wave of relief wash over him. "There you are…" He laughed, opening the door. Blonde hair shone inside the room… but that was definitely more blonde then he was used to. Not one, but two blondes sat in his room. Naruto sat on the bed with his knees drawn up to his chest, while a stick thin blonde girl wandered around the room with his index and middle finger pressed into her temples, muttering some kind of… mantra or something.

"…What's going on…?" The pale male asked, staring as the girl traveled around in a beeline. Naruto Smiled at him, crawling over the bed so that he could get closer or… something to that effect. "You know all the weird stuff that's been happening? Well, I was watching TV, and a show talked about people who could hear and talk to spirits or whatever. So, I grabbed the phone book and sure enough, there was one! Her name is Ino Yamanaka. She's apparently a young genius in this division, and has cracked countless murders with her ability! Like, remember the bombing of that one Gas Station a few years back? At the age fourteen she solved that! Apparently it was some whack job who thought he was purifying the world or something to that effect. Needless to say, he was a suicide bomber." He explained, smiling. I told her about our house, and she said she'd stop by!"

The green eyed boy nodded slowly, staring at her. "…Okay… but what's she cost?" "….We've been in almost every room in the house now except yours. I thought you'd want to be here when she checked your room--"

"What's she cost?"

"--I mean, I know how much you love your privacy and all that—"

"Naruto! What's she cost?"

Naruto smiled sheepishly, trying his best to look cute so that he wasn't scolded for what he did. "…About five hundred?"

Just then, Gaara felt his soul die. Five hundred dollar for a bimbo who walked around in circled like a mental patient?! He glared darkly at the older male, whacking him upside the head. "Are you stupid?!" "…Gaara—" "No, I mean it! Are you stupid?! Do you know how much working I'm going to have to do to pay for her AND support us?! I'm just one guy! I can't do it all by myself!! I—" He was cut short by the blonde girl putting her tiny hand to his shoulder.

"I wanna see your room." Though her hand was tiny… her voice certainly was not. It was demanding and loud. Gaara found that he didn't like her much. Just… something about her was off. Maybe it was the fact that she was his height (if not taller) and couldn't weigh any more then one hundred and ten pounds. Maybe it was because they shared something in common. Their eyes both held a certain lifelessness to them. Maybe he had some… bizarre supernatural power, as well. Maybe it only came to the people who didn't have pupils. He nodded slowly, trying not to thin his thickly lined eyes into a glare.

She smirked and nodded, walking off with more swing in his hip then necessary. Probably to impress Naruto… after all, he wasn't ugly. He followed her closely, not wanting her to root through his stuff. He had stuff that didn't need to be seen… especially not to those blue pupilless eyes. The girl did the same beeline stuff in his room… but for much shorter a period. "…He seems to have taken a liking to you, Gaara."

He nodded. "Yeah. He's in here a lot… He doesn't really say anything, but he's here…"

She spun around on the heel of her shoe and stared at him. "Wait. You've SEEN him? So you KNOW he's here?!" She asked, glaring at Naruto.

"You didn't need me at all! You said you 'thought there was a ghost in your house', not that you 'KNOW there's a ghost in your house!'" She crossed her arms, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a toss of her head. Gaara decided it was bleached. "This was a waste of my time! I'm still getting paid!" She informed them, storming out.

"…She must not get business often…" The older male muttered, playing with his yellow hair. "Especially not if she talks to her customers like that… Yeesh…" He laughed, and Gaara blinked. The boy who was normally in his room wasn't there. Instead, it was the silhouette of a taller, broader male with glowing red eyes. Naruto didn't seem to notice it, though, since he continued blabbering on about something or other. "Naruto…" He began, and Naruto gulped. "…I know. I'll pay it back, I promise! I—"

"No! Not about that! I think… I think there's more then one ghost in this house..!"