PART FOUR
Dawn's rays began to touch, creeping ever-so-lightly on the cliff that rose to hold the old house up. The Yuy Estate had seen many dawns and sunsets, and this one was no different than the rest.
Relena yawned and climbed out of bed, glancing at her clock as she did this. She turned on her clock radio and she dancing around the room to get her stuff.
Once dressed, she ran down the hallway and the stairs. She, however, did not forget her portable hand vacuum. She pushed open a door she not seen yet, and pushed it open, her vacuum in first.
It whirred to life, sucking in air but no ghosts. Sighing a breath of relief, Relena stepped into the room and looked around. An old stove sat in one corner, a weird machine hooked up to it. She edged away from it, but gasped in surprise when the ghost who was in her room appeared by the stove.
"Hungry?" he asked in monotone.
"Yes," Relena nodded, placing herself in a seat across from him. She watched his every movement with skeptical eyes.
He seemed to be fixing something in a frying pan, and when he reached for the spatula did Relena see a gash on his arm.
"Did that hurt?" she blurted out, then blushed. She looked down at her plate and blinked in surprise when a plate of eggs, bacon, french toast, and grits appeared in front of her.
"If you mean my scar, no," he replied. Straight to the point, Relena observed.
"Oh," she pressed her lips into a thin line. She then had another thought and she voiced it only after a few seconds of thought.
The ghost watched her for a bit and then decided to get up and leave the room, when her voice stopped him. It was barely above a whisper, but he heard it.
"Did it hurt to die?"
He turned his head away from her, so she saw his back, and he coolly answered, "I don't know. I know remember."
Relena said nothing more, but as he reached the wall, she realized that he could go through it. "WAIT! What's your name? Mine is…mine, is Relena Darlian."
Another pause. "Heero Yuy." He then disappeared through the wall, leaving Relena alone to her thoughts about a certain ghost.
"Heero Yuy…so that's your name."
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Millardo knocked on Relena's door, hearing muffled voices coming from inside it.
"Relena?" He asked, opening the door. He was met with an empty room. He first spotted the bed that was un-made and messy. He then saw her night clothes on the floor, her slippers missing.
The night-stand radio played a current song, which Millardo faintly heard. "…and today we have Garbage's Temptation Waits."
Millardo walked over and switched the song off right away, and smirked a bit. He just had an image of Relena in the kitchen. His own stomach growled, and he knew where Relena was right away. Food before thought, was her motto.
He then headed down to the kitchen, which he had no idea where it was, but nonetheless, and sure enough, found Relena there.
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Relena smiled up at Millardo as he walked into the room, who raised an eyebrow at her meal.
"I thought you didn't know how to cook," Millardo stated, settling down beside her, in one of the many vacant chairs.
"Neither do I; Heero made it for me," Relena said before placing a mouthful of pancake into her mouth.
"Heero? Who's that?"
"One of the ghosts here," Relena said, after rinsing her mouth with orange juice. "He's fairly nice-looking, for a ghost I mean," she quickly added at her brother's arched eyebrows, "and he's quite shy, I believe, or not used to talking to humans, which is plausible."
"Uh huh… and you were talking to him when?" Millardo asked, looking around the room. A stack of pancakes were waiting for Millardo in one of the pans, so he got off his seat quickly and dumped a few onto his plate.
"This morning, a few minutes ago, I s'pose," Relena chewed thoughtfully. "But one thing puzzles me…" She began to move her fork with her fingers as she talked to her brother.
"That is?"
"I asked him if it hurts to die… y'know, because of Noin and all, but when he didn't reply, I was like," Relena took a breath, "okay then, don't talk to me, fine… but he said, 'I don't know. I don't remember'. It was soooo weird."
"Doesn't remember?" Millardo echoed doubtfully.
"Yeah, but don't ghosts only stay in this world because they have unfinished business? Or because they had a violent death?" Relena asked, clanking her fork onto her plate and bringing it to the sink.
"Yes; it usually does… but maybe… there's something special with him… something to why he stayed back, a reason perhaps?" Millardo asked, mainly to himself. "Anyway, have a nice day."
He held out a brown paper bag to Relena who stared at it. "Waddya mean?"
"You don't want to be late for the first day of school, do you?" Millardo asked, grinning a bit.
"The lil missy goin' to school?" a snort came out of thin air and one of the ghosts with jet black, slicked, hair stood, with his arms crossed.
"Stop being so mean, WuFei, the first day is always the hardest… I remember my first day at school," another voice came, as a taller man with short, sandy brown hair and the rose in his pocket appeared in one of the chairs across from Relena. Relena took a liking to him right away; he was very kind and pleasant.
"Well, she better get going now then — its at least a five minute walk into town by the harbor, and two more to the high school. I do believe she's in high school, is she not?" Came a third voice, and the one who staged an attack at Millardo yesterday, the one with the long brown bangs, asked.
"Yeah; tenth grade," Relena said to them, and picked up her backpack that she carried downstairs with her. "Anything I need to worry about?" She asked teasingly.
"No, there's nothing to worry about, m'dear," the second ghost said, smiling slightly. Relena smiled back, and then announced, "well, I'm on my way — see all of you later!"
"Bye," Millardo called out after her — as did the long banged one and the one with the rose.
Millardo left the room after saying he'd be in the study, and the one with the rose turned to one in the shadows.
"Heero, follow her. She needs all the support she can get, especially if she ends up with Winner and Catalonia in her class."
"Right, Uncle Treize," Heero nodded, and disappeared.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Does that help?
Anita: sorry this took so long to get out — I have tons of test and assignments lately and its been hell. Please me patient, I'm also working on around five different stories and I'm in the middle of a writer's block, the only reason I can still write this one is because its based on Casper.
Wish me luck! Also, I'm searching for a muse — any idea to where
I can get one? =) thanks for reading! Bye!