DISCLAIMER: I own nothing to do with Ghost Hunt.

Another quick one. I'm trying to knock out as much as possible before I'm back to work. So, yeah let me know if you spot any mistakes or if the writing seems a bit mechanical. I do write these things so hyped up on red bull, I do miss whole sentences. :D

Chapter 9: Devil In Disguise

Yasuhara!" yelled someone from within the crowd of students currently bustling their way out of the school building.

The be-speckled man turned at the voice but failed to find the speaker. He shrugged and carried on his way, walking out with the rest of the babbling crowd.

"Yasuhara, wait up!"

He turned again, brow furrowed. He didn't recognise the voice but they obviously recognised him. His eyes scanned the mass exodus until he spotted a weedy looking fellow in a similar school uniform, waving frantically in his direction. Yasuhara blinked. He was obviously a junior. How did he know his name?

"What can I do for you?" he decided to reply politely as he walked back towards the grinning youngster. For some reason, he thought the boy looked slightly deranged with such a manic grin.

"You're Yasuhara?" he asked him.

"Depends who's askin'," he replied coyly, light glinting from his spectacles.

His grin slipped slightly but he remained undeterred. "I heard from my brother – he's in your class – that you have some kind of job hunting ghosts," he said suspiciously. Yasu's eyebrows shot up. Whatever he expected the pipsqueak to say, that wasn't it.

"What's it to you?" asked Yasu, crossing his arms with a smirk, "You seem awfully informed for a first year."

"It is my duty to save those that stray from the path," he said with conviction.

"Uh huh, sure," Yasu lowered his head to look over the rim of his glasses, "and I've strayed from the path because…?"

"My brother told me what happened at this school last year, and I'm here to inform you that such activities will not be tolerated," his grin turning hard.

"Ohohoho," chuckled Yasu, condescension dripping from his tone, "And I suppose you're here to stop me?"

The boy glared, all friendliness vanishing from his face. "What your doing is a sin!"

"Really," he mocked dramatically, "I wasn't under the impression my actions warranted such hostility, please do enlighten me."

The boy, no taller than Yasu's shoulder, scowled. "You're messing with dark magic. You'll burn in hell for interfering with the dead."

"Let me guess," said Yasu, rolling his eyes, "witchcraft?"

He nodded shortly, his gaze burning into Yasu, the be-speckled man just smiled genially.

"Listen, little man," he waved nonchalantly, "I have stuff to do so if you don't mind, I'll just me on my way," said Yasu, pointing a thumb over his shoulder.

"NO!" yelled the other boy, "I'm here to save your soul, you must repent!" he beseeched, his scowl turning to desperation. Yasuhara cocked an eyebrow. Whoever this boy was, he was starting to get on his nerves. The researcher shook his head sadly, deciding to mess with him a little.

"I'm sorry," he said sadly, "I'm afraid your too late…,"

The boy's eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

"…It seems my soul is beyond saving. The devil with blue eyes and a ponytail claimed it months ago."

Before the strange boy could say anything further and, of course, for dramatic effect, Yasu turned on his heel and stalked out of the schoolyard. He was hiding a grin all the way.

Three days later, Yasu was seated in the SPR Office drinking tea with Mai and the rest of his colleagues. They had just finished with the details of a case and were now joking and chatting with each other. Naru was about to leave for his private office when the door suddenly slammed open with a bang, startling the occupants into silence.

"DEMONS!" screamed the boy from Yasu's school, his eye's maddened and teeth bared.

"Demons, all of you, usurpers of the night, you will be banished!" he continued his spiel as he held up a crucifix. Yasuhara couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing at his colleagues looks of alarm.

"Oh man, that was priceless," he guffawed, clutching onto a disgruntled monk's shoulder.

"Care to share?" asked Mai warily as she stared at the boy.

"Heathens and blasphemers shall repent or suffer the wrath of God the Almighty," preached the boy as he stepped inside.

"So who's the crazy dude?" asked Monk perplexed, still holding up a laughing Yasu.

"This is a place of business, unless you have an appointment, please leave," said Naru coldly, stepping forward. He did not look pleased at the interruption.

"I pray for your souls, forever more doomed to burn in hell," spat the boy again, bravely stepping towards a rigid Naru.

"No seriously, who is he?" asked Monk again.

"He's obviously off his rocker!" scoffed Ayako from the couch.

"Maybe I could deal with this," offered John. Naru turned to look at the priest and nodded once.

John took his cue and stepped closer to the gasping boy, still pinning his eyes on Naru.

"My name is Fr. Brown," the blonde spoke softly, his hands held aloft, "I can assure you that as a priest, I am entrusted to look after the souls of the living."

The frantic schoolboy looked at the Australian in fear.

"Liar!" he spat, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"I assure you," placated John, "I am no such thing."

"Oh just call the cops and be done with it," huffed Ayako from behind.

"Or we could get Mai to flirt with him. That usually chases boys away," joked Yasuhara.

"YASU!"

John ignored them, instead he studied the boy in front of him, clutching the crucifix like his life depended on it. He could feel a strange aura emanating from him, something so familiar. He pondered the feeling for a moment, casting a keen eye over his features and then it suddenly clicked, causing his eyes to widen. The boy was possessed.

"You shouldn't inhabit this body. It doesn't belong to you," he chastised gently, never raising his voice.

"You are a servant of God?" the boy asked, turning to the priest with glazed eyes.

"I am. Do not worry about the souls of my friends. They are protected. Now leave this body and go into the light," he encouraged, ignoring the gasps of Mai and Ayako. They had only just realised the boy's body was inhabited by a ghost.

"You are stealing another's life. A sin in itself," challenged the blonde.

"But I-I must…I have to save t-them…help me," he rasped out as comprehension dawned. Tears leaked from his eyes, trailing down his cheek.

John walked over slowly, afraid to startle him, and placed a hand on the weeping boy' shoulder. The room was silent, no one dared to breathe.

"I will hold your task in your stead," whispered John kindly, "Don't be afraid. Heaven awaits you my friend." He smiled warmly at the spirit and suddenly the boy was surrounded in golden light.

Like the faintest breeze, the whispered words of 'Thank You' reached their ears.

John stepped back to watch the spirit pass on, barely squinting at the bright glow and when it was over he ran forward to catch the collapsing boy's body.

"Woah," whistled Monk.

"So it was a spirit?" asked Mai stupidly. Naru refrained from commenting.

"He was possessed all along? I thought it was weird. Some of the stuff he was saying was so out of the blue - especially the other day," commented Yasuhara as he looked at the boy lying on the ground.

"You know him?" asked Ayako, standing up in outrage.

Yasu nodded. "He's been stalking me for three days," he shrugged.

"What the hell is wrong with you man," choked Monk, "and what's up with your school?" he gestured at the familiar uniform the unconscious boy was wearing.

Yasuhara grinned cheekily and animated conversation broke out once more.

Mai giggled and shook her head. "Just another day at the office," she sighed.

A/N: Please read and review. Go raibh mile maith agat!