Chapter 2: yokai butler.

"We're engaged, you didn't realize that when I asked?" Damona asked.

"You never asked!" Nate yelled, "and I can't be engaged, I'm barely twelve!"

"Well, I figured that much, but you'd be married in a few years anyway, and yes, I asked if you would have my medal, you excepted," the yokai replied.

"That was a proposal!?" Nate said.

"Well, I have an afterlife debt, and the only two ways I could think of to serve it is either this or be your maid, and I am not doing that," Damona said.

"That. Was. A. Proposal!?" Nate yelled again.

"Yes, now will you stop screaming?" Damona asked.

"Well I'm sorry, but no, I am not marrying you, you're dead, and I'm 11!" Nate said walking away.

Damona was getting impatient with him, but then she smirked, "you don't have a choice sweat-heart."

Nate stopped in his tracks, "say what now?"

"You already excepted my medal…" Damona said with a cackle, "when I offered it, it was an invitation to an eternal bond, no second chances, no takebacks, you are betrothed to me, and if you try to refuse… oh ho, your AFTERLIFE will be a living infinite inferno."

"Wait, are you saying…" Nate shuddered.

"The phrase 'happy wife, happy life,' is literal in your case," Damona cackled again.

Nate took a step back, "what did I just get my self into?"

"A marriage that will last an eternity, snookums," Damona said kissing his cheek, "And don't you forget it."

Meanwhile, not far from the crank-a-kai, Katie Forrester, a girl who looked unsettlingly similar to Nate despite no blood relation. She had her hair in a ponytail, was wearing a white sweatshirt, blue shorts, and black and white sneakers. Nate had taken off into the woods about a half hour ago and had yet to return, so she started looking for him.

"Nate!" Katie called. She pressed on, up until she reached a barricade, knowing Nate, he had passed it. She begrudgingly jumped it. She continued through the woods.

"Nate, this isn't funny!" the girl said getting more worried, but then she saw a clearing, "what's this place?"

"Two customers in one day? Sweet," a voice said.

"What?" Katie asked.

"Ah, crap, I mean, Feed me, Feed me!" it said.

"W-who said that!" Katie asked.

"Feed Me, Feed Me!" it chanted.

"You mean, put in a coin?" Katie asked, "o… kay."

She took out a coin and turned the dial. A grey prize ball popped out. She pulled the cap off and cyan runes bursted out. The runes all circled as a blob began to take form, a laugh could be heard.

Next thing you knew, a white ice-cream-like ghost, with a purple lip, and a black line between his eyes.

"What's up my corporal friend, I am Whisper," it said in a British accent, "at your service."

Whisper: C rank

Slippery

"Whisper? At my service?" Katie asked dumbstruck.

"Oh, of course, you see the machine behind me?" Whisper asked.

"Um, yeah," Katie said.

"Well that is the crank-a-kai, hundreds of spirits are imprisoned in it for various reasons," Whisper explained, "since you freed me, I am inclined to serve you until the end of time."

"So are you like a genie?" Katie asked.

"What, no, I'm a butler, seriously, Oridjinn grants one kid three wishes and that's suddenly all you humans are about," Whisper said.

"Wait, you're a butler?" the girl pressed on.

"Indupetidly, from now on, I'll always be by your side, helping you with anything you may need, have an unsolvable problem, I am your yokai," Whisper said.

Katie eyed him for a moment, "oh really, what are your qualifications?"

"My previous client was the great Shogun Waddington," Whisper boasted.

"Well, then, Whisper, first I would like you to assist me in locating my friend, Nathan," Katie said.

"Very well, Mistress," Whisper replied.

Back with Nate and Damona, who were now in his room. He had decided to just go home as he realized his engagement wasn't undoable. 11 years old and already had a fiance, if that wasn't a record he didn't know what was. Damona was rambling something about redecorating, said something about repainting the room dark purple, he didn't care at this point, she had him wrapped around her finger.

"The worst part about it, is probably that'll never get the chance to tell Katie how I feel," he thought to himself. Damona was now messing around with his d.s. Thinking it was magic or something, "how long was she in there?"

Based on her wardrobe, she was either put in there during a japanese holiday, or a few centuries back.

Nate took a look at his betrothed, he admitted she was pretty cute,(when she wasn't making death-threats) and he was sure he'd eventually come to except it. But he was engaged to a dead girl, at that realization he went wide-eyed, "ghosts are real."

Nate had never believed in stuff like that before, but now, he was staring at one. That means ghosts are real, no one ever really dies, they just become something else.

"Damona?" he said.

The yokai turned to him, "yeah?"

"So I've been thinking, are there other yokai besides you?" Nate asked.

His undead fiance smiled, "of course, silly. Yokai are everywhere, you just can't see them."

"Well, now I kind of want to," Nate replied.

"Well, most humans can't unless they are spiritually enlightened, but…" Damona started, "there are artifacts that can grant you the ability, in fact, we'll get ya one, consider it my wedding gift."

"Really?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I could pull some strings, it'd be no problem," Damona, "we'll go tonight."

"Sweet… but why tonight?" Nate asked.

"You'll see," Damona giggled.