I watch as Shuto makes his way across the room. Haru is sticking to him like glue and I can't help but grin.

"What are you so happy about?" Naru grumbles as he continues to drink his tea and read the stats from last night. According to Naru, the EMP meter must be wrong because of the readings. Madoka and I were skeptical, so we took a look at the percentages ourself, and I have to say that I was astonished as well. There's only one other instance that I remember having seen these stats.

When Naru was still out of control, and a spoiled brat, he'd raised his entire seventh grade class up in the air and held them there until his parents got to school and stopped him. Luella and Martin were able to convince the public school not to press charges, but he got kicked out.

One of the many stories that Naru has talked about since we started sleeping in the same bed.

"Oh, don't get snappy because you're nursing a migraine." I roll my eyes, "I told you to come to bed at a reasonable time, but nooooooo, your research is more important."

He glares at me through tired eyes, and quietly hisses, "Tea."

I grin at him, before standing and moving towards the kitchen that was provided for us. I can feel Naru shooting glares at the back of my head, and I can sense the amusement coming from his much more pleasant twin.

Ten minutes later, the whistle to Naru's tea kettle is going off, and I pick it up off of the stove and set it down shortly after.

"Miss…" a voice says, and my head snaps up. My eyes meet dull brown ones, and I realize I'm staring at a small Japanese spirit that used to be a little boy.

The thing about mediums is that once our powers grow stronger, we're able to see how the spirits around us died. If the spirit died a peaceful death, in their sleep for instance, then they'll appear to be a normal human and those are the ones hard to differentiate from actual living people. However, if the spirit died a restless death, or were murdered, then we can see.

For instance, this little boy was stabbed to death, but before that, he must have been tied up and beaten. Red bruises rest around his wrists and large bruises cover his face and body.

"Can you help me?" He asks, his eyes still dull, but I can see the tears welling up in his eyes, "You can see me, right?"

"Yes," I say, my voice soft unintentionally, "I can see you. My name is Mai. Who are you?"

"I'm Youta." He says, sounding no older than six or seven.

"Do you know that you're dead?"

"Yes ma'am." He's says politely, "I just need you to help my friends."

"There are others?" I ask, confusion making me raise my voice from it's soothing tone for a moment, "But we can't sense them."

"He's doing something to them." Youta says, looking as troubled as a child can get, "He makes them do bad things to the boy, and he promises not to hurt me and the other kids."

"He?" I ask, leaning forward, placing my hands on my knees and bending until I'm face to face with him, "What's his name?"

"Roger." He says the English name in a choppy accent, however, instead of just saying the name, Youta stares behind me in fear. I urn to come face to face with him.

His skin is pale and a sickly gray. His eyes are a gross blue color, and a disgustingly disturbing smile is displayed on his face. He had to be at least thirty when he died. His uneven beard and beat belly atones to that.

Rin!

Pyo!

To!

Sha!

Kai!

Jin!

Retsu!

Zai!

Zen!

The man screams in pain and he disappears with a shriek just as the door slams open and everyone is in the kitchen. I spin back around as they all move towards me. Youta is floating there with a scared expression, "You shouldn't have done that!"

"Why?" I ask. I hear everyone behind me freeze, "He was going to hurt me. I could see it in his face."

"That was his happy face. He might have let your friends go." Youta says sadly, he looks down, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

"No it's not." I say firmly. I cross my arms over my chest and I have a feeling I look just like my mom at this point, "It's was not your fault and I don't want to hear otherwise."

"But—"

"No buts!" I exclaim, before reach forward and patting him on the head. Sometimes if a medium and a spirit have smile at wave lengths, we're able to touch them. Youta, for example, feels very solid to me, "Don't worry Youta. Me and my friends will help you and the rest of the kids. We'll get you all out and you will all be able to go to heaven and see your parents again."

For the first time since meeting him, he smiles. His eyes light up and I see that he was once a very happy child, "Yes, Mai!" He disappears with a giggle.

"You are to go no where by yourself," Naru states, glaring at me as Haru, Ayako, Madoka, and Monk fuss over me, "I don't care if you have to bring Isadia-san with you. If I find out you go anywhere alone, you're off the case."

Damn. He's serious.

I have to physically force myself from rolling my eyes and I smartly keep my mouth shut. The only movement I make is to nod my head. He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Tell us exactly what happened, from the time you walked out of this room to the time you walked back in. I don't think I should have to say this, but for your sake, I will: don't leave anything out."

Half an hour later, I've told the story multiple times and Haru is sitting next to me keeping me company as everyone else goes about some type of job that I have no idea about. Naru didn't even say anything, they just all got up and began moving.

I turn to my new friend, "So how was your first night in Shuto's room?" A blush spreads across his cheeks and he tries to hide his face with his bangs, but I still giggle, nonetheless.

He's so cute.

"You should really stop making toys of people," Naru comments as I sit in the black leather computer chair. My feet are tucked under me and I was dozing a few moments ago, until Naru spoke up.

Madoka and Lin left about a half hour ago with Yasu to go do some research in the towns local library. Masako and John are both sitting across the room quietly. I think they're discussing Christianity. Shuto is sitting on the couch, with Haru sleeping next to him. Haru is curled up like a puppy with his head in Shuto's lap. If he would be up right now, I bet he'd be blushing pretty bad if he knew.

"What do you mean?" I say, looking over at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You've been staring at Isadia-san for the past fifteen minutes, Mai." He tosses me an emotionless smile, "Either he's your new toy, or you've suddenly developed a kink for small boys."

I gasp, "I would never!" He rolls his eyes, and then it clicks.

While I'm paying attention to Haru and Shuto (because that's what I was actually doing) Naru is getting annoyed because all of the attention isn't on him! He probably doesn't understand that I'm just happy for Shuto and Haru (even if I did just meet Haru).

"What are you grinning about?" Naru says, looking at me completely now. Bewilderment is shining on his face. His mask is on, but there's a crack in it. Lately, whenever he looks at me with that stupid mask on, there's always a crack. No one else can see it, not even Lin and Madoka, but I can.

"Naru, you do realize that Haru is a small, delicate little thing that is so cute he could pass for a girl if I were to put a dress on him, right?" I ask, leaning forward and resting my cheek on my fist, which is propped up because of my arm resting on the top of the table.

He raises an eyebrow, and makes a sound that could be considered a 'yes'.

"And you also realize that Shuto is a big, strong, gay man with a thing for small and cute things?"

Naru's eyes widen and his mouth drops open. I try to hold in my laughter, but a sound comes out that's a cross between a snort and a dying turtle. Naru looks over at Shuto and the sleeping Haru. Shuto looks up at us, and his eyebrows furrow as he probably gets confused at the sight before him. Naru confused and astonished, with me siting next to him red faced and dying of laughter and odd noises.

Naru's head snaps to mine, "How…?"

"I figured it out." I say, after I've catches my breath, "Naru don't you do back ground checks on all of your workers? How did you not know? It's not like he hides it."

"I prefer to allow my workers to have at least a little bit privacy. I don't read your sexual preference, religious belief, or anything dealing with your personal life." Naru grumbles, looking away from the boys now.

"Isn't that sweet of you." I roll my eyes.

Naru smirks at me, "But I did read your entire file, Mai." At my blush, he chuckles lowly, "Miss Mai Miu Taniyama."

I shriek, and throw the nearest thing at him (which so happened to be a pencil), "Shut up!" Naru chuckles as the pencil so obviously misses, but he stops the minute the door slides open and Ayako and Monk stumble in. Right away the room grows loud.

I toss Naru a look, and he chuckles again, this time soundlessly, before taking a sip of his tea to hide his smile.

Shuto's Point of View:

I gently pick the adorable boy up from on the couch and, with a nod to Naru-san and Mai, I carry him to our room. I gently put him down and move the blanket over him as I hear the door open. I don't look up though, because I know it's Mai. The soft STOMP STOMP of her black combat boots are not so unnoticeable when I've been working here for roughly a month and a half. Granted, Mai wasn't present for three of the six weeks, but I still got to know some of her habits.

I straighten and jerk my head to let her know to follow me. She does, and even closes the bathroom door behind us.

"You really like him, don't you?" She says softly, perching herself on the wall of the bathtub. Mai really is adorable (in her size) but she's also beautiful (in her looks).

Ayako-san has shown me pictures of when Mai was only sixteen. She was still the same height, but her hair was short and she had this thing for skirts and sneakers even during the winter time (and it was all very colorful). Now I mostly see Mai in black clothing with either combat boots, fluffy winter boots, or black leather boots that have heels and go all the way up pass her knee.

She's such an odd girl.

But she's so adorable.

"Yes, I do." I say, sitting myself on the closed toilet, "But I don't think he's gay." Mai smiles, and leans forward. The swell of her breast become apparent, and it doesn't bother me like it would a normal teenage boy.

Yep, I'm defiantly gay.

"Everything will work itself out." Mai says, sounding older than her nineteen years, "I promise. Everything will be okay, Shuto." She reaches over and rustles up my hair lovingly. I feel myself begin to grin, but I bite my lip. Mai is so much like a mother.

I look back up at Mai, only to feel adrenaline and fear pump itself in my blood in over time, "Mai!" She looks surprised, before turning and quickly jumping away from the gray-skinned man who is standing in the tub.

I blink, and then he's in front of me. With a sweep of his hand, I'm thrown against the wall with a loud crash. My head hits the wall, and pain shoots down my spin. I feel blood begin to drop down my back, but I don't have time to worry about myself. Mai is backing away from him slowly, and she tries to mold herself to the door, as if it'll grab her and absorb her.

She tries the door knob, but of course, it's locked. And I know for a fact that Mai didn't lock the door when she closed it.

"Shuto?!" Haru's small voice comes from the other side of the door.

"Haru, go get Naru-san! Tell him Mai and I are stuck in the bathroom with him!" I shout, hoping he won't ask any questions. I don't hear him any longer, so I suppose he didn't.

Rin!

Pyo!

To!

Sha!

Kai!

Jin!

Retsu!

Zai!

Zen!

Whatever this thing is, he doesn't even flinch at Mai's attack. So then she begins a chant that I've only ever heard Monk speak. He pauses for a few moments before continuing his slow walk towards her. Mai tries a couple of other spells before a banging can be heard on the door.

"Mai?!" Naru-san shouts through the door. As if it's an after thought, he also says, "Shuto, are you two alright?"

"Get us out of here!" Mai says only loud enough for them to hear her. She sounded calm and even looked calm. However, I could see the panic and fear racing across her eyes. Mai is scared out of her mind.

"Step away from the door!" Monk shouts.

"That's a little hard to do right now!" Mai says loudly again.

Suddenly, the man lunges and grabs Mai. She screams, and I can't help the loud, "No!" that leaves me. He turns and smiles. A gross, sickening, smile. I blink, and they're gone.

Everyone is quiet on both sides of the door and the door unlocks. The knob is turned, and Naru-san walks in with Lin-san and Monk closely behind him. Naru-san is as pale as a ghost and he looks nauseous. I feel myself grow dizzy and it's then that I'm aware that blood has soaked the back of my t-shirt.

"Shuto?" Haru's quiet voice sounds so loud in the silent room. I look at him, only for my eyes to roll up, and I faint.

—

When my eyes open, Haru is sitting on the edge of my bed and he's got a bowl of water. He's rewetting the small cloth towel when he notices I've woken up.

"Shuto!" He squeaks cutely. I'm surprised when he throws himself at me. I grunt slightly because of the sudden pressure on my chest, and he jumps up with a red face, "I'm sorry! I forgot you were hurt! I was just so happy that you are up that I didn't remember—"

He squeaks when I grab his arm and jerk him in to the bed with me. He gets even redder when I throw my arm around his waist and bring him close to me.

"Are you two done?" Naru-san asks, his anger apparent in his voice. He must have walked in while Haru was freaking out over my injuries. I sigh as Haru scrambles up and excuses his self quickly, before leaving. Naru-san glowers down at me, "Tell me what happened."

After Naru-san makes me repeat the event nearly seven times (he said it was 'to make sure I hadn't left anything out' but I think he just wanted to get every fact), he let me out of the room.

I wonder where this... thing has taken her?

I find Haru in outside in the garden. He's humming quietly to himself while picking the petals off of a sunflower. I watch a yellow petal gently float to the ground before touching down and resting. Haru looks up when I sit down next to him on the bench. A blush dances across his face, but he just looks back down to the ground.

"Is Mai-chan gonna be okay?" Haru asks quietly, having finished with flower. Dozens of little yellow specks rest against the bright green of the grass, while the petal-less stem is still clasped in Haru's small hands.

"Yes." I say, reaching up and ruffling his hair, "Mai may be the second most adorable thing in the world, but she can also kick serious ass. She isn't going down with out a fight."

That seems to cheer him up, but then he looks up, confused, "'Second most adorable thing?' What's the first?"

I smirk down at him, "Well, he's about 5'4" with light brown hair and adorable little brown eyes that remind me of a deer. He's incredibly strong for someone who's defenseless and sickly. Not to mention he's friggin' smart."

Haru looks as if he's about to cry and rage at the same time, and I can't help the laugh that leaves me. He looks up, surprised and outraged, "What so funny?" I shake my head, before reaching for him, and pulling him in to my lap. He shrieks, and tries to say something, but I cover my mouth with his, and he shuts up.

Sweetness explodes on my lips, and I can't help the grunt that leaves me.

More.

I push my hands under his nightshirt and pinch the little nipple that immediately stands to attention under my ministrations. He gasps, and I push my tongue in his mouth.

Good God almighty.

Haru moans, and my body hardens at the sound of it. I maneuver him so his knees are on either side of me, and I graps his slender hips bones, before pushing him down and grinding my erection against his.

Haru pulls away from my mouth, gasping, only to let out a strangled moan, "What— What are you—"

"You're so sweet…" I whisper, unable to help myself. My tongue licks his neck on it's own.

A throat clearing catches my attention. I pull away from him to look behind me. Isadia-san stands there with a cheshire cat grin on her face. Haru shrieks, jumping up and spluttering, "B-big sister!"

"Shibuya-san says to come to the base. Yasuhara-san is on his way back with some books from the library. The minute he heard about Mai-chan, he grabbed whatever he could and is rushing back." The entire time she spoke, she had the same grin on her face. Haru is still as red as a tomato and was adorably stuttering.

I stand, and Haru looks up at me. His eyes are wide and tearful, but I see the hesitance and emotions whirling around in them. I smile down at him, and ruffle his hair with a wink, before walking in to the building.

I hope e didn't notice the blush on my face...

Yasu's Point of View:

My eyes fly over the page as Lin drives sixty miles over the speed limit. The car is silent, the only thing I can hear is the motor. Madoka is obviously stressed out as she grasps her purse to her while Lin steers and shifts.

I throw the book that I'm reading on to the floor, before picking up a newspaper report titled, "Isadia Orphanage Closed Down Due To Slaughtered Children"

My heart begins to pound in my chest as I read the article:

The well known orphanage of Roger Isadia, the adopted son of the late Mr. and Mrs. Isadia, has been arrested under the charges of man slaughter. While Mr. Isadia inherited the orphanage from his parents, it appears that he did not inherit their compassion. Several children were found beaten and bound in the basement of the mansion. Police also found a secret door that leads to an hidden room located under the garden. Scattered parts of the orphaned children were found. Interviews with the children confirm that Mr. Isadia is a sadist. One child stated that he only kept his 'toys' for no longer than an hour. The longest 'toy' kept would be two and a half hours.

In other new, Roger Isadia may have been arrested, but he still found some way to commit suicide in the jail. Roger Isadia is buried on the other side of the home, far away from the garden, where his parents are buried side by side.

My eyes widen and I reach for my phone, quickly speed dialing the bosses number. He answers on the second ring, "Yasuhara—"

"I don't have time to explain!" I shout in to the phone, "Go down to the basement! There's a hidden door. Hurry! Mai-chan may or may not live much longer!" He hangs up.

Madoka jumps and turns to look at me. Her eyes are beginning to water, and I can see sweat beading on Lin's forehead. Madoka sniffles, and turns back to the front of the car. I can hear her whimper, "Please be okay Mai."