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A/N: Here's the fifth, I think, chapter to Don't Try to Rain on Me! I was thinking this was the last chapter but naw, I decided not. REVIEW!!!!! PLEASE!!!!! Thanks J

~ Kasagi Onaso

Don't Try to Rain on Me

Chasing the Wind

Misty whipped around, eyes as wide as they could get.

"The ghost!" screamed Charity again, drawing kids and teachers out of the classrooms. "There he is!"

"Ash," moaned Misty softly as she barely made out his shimmering form. "What are you doing?"

"What's going on here?" came Haruka's voice. Now Ash was almost completely visible, suspending only inches off the ground. He looked like a deer in headlights and Misty wanted to run to him but her feet wouldn't move.

"Ash!" she screamed, closing her eyes and forcing her feet to move. "Are you crazy?!" But Ash said nothing. Horror was thrown onto his face like tempera paints and all he could do was stare at his hands. She broke into a run but was cut off as Haruka ran in front of her.

"Misty! Stay away!"

"No, you don't understand-?"

"He could be psycho! Or some mass murderer!" Misty almost rolled her eyes and struggled against Haruka's arms.

"No! He wouldn't hurt anyone-?" Haruka threw her back into some teacher's arms.

"She's in shock," she heard Haruka whisper. "Keep her away while I call the police."

"What?" she yelled. "No! Don't touch him!" Haruka clucked her tongue as the nun ushered her, Charity and the other kids into the class room.

"Misty!" yelled Shako, hugging the girl tightly. "There's some crazy psycho-!"

"He's not psycho!" Misty nearly screaming, tears stinging her eyes white-hot. "He's not," she whispered, sinking to the ground. "Oh, Ash…" Shako stared at her with big eyes as Charity pushed her way next to Misty.

"Misty I-"

"It's all your fault," whispered Misty. "He saved your life, you know." Charity bit her lip but said nothing.

"You know him?" said Shako, her eyes still stretched. "How?" Misty said nothing; she only sniffed, hoping that the air would push back her tears. Her body trembled from the pressure. She got up and looked out the window. She could see nothing. Policemen in uniform and teachers crowded around something.

"You," came a gruff voice as a police officer opened the door. "Come here." Misty gulped and followed the police officer. "What is that?" Misty willed herself to look and gasped, eyes shimmering.

"What did you do to him?" she managed to gasp out, falling to her knees. Ash was so solid, she could see nothing through him. His clothes, though torn, were as vivid as though he had bought them yesterday. He was curled up in a ball, his bound legs curling into his stomach and his equally bound arms clasped behind him. Both his eyes and fists were clenched and a piece of cloth was tied around his mouth.

"What is that?"

"Ash," she whispered and crawled to his side. "Let him go!" she roared, leaping to her feet. "Let him go," she whispered, pounding the officer's solid chest.

"Take her away until she's calm enough," she heard him say.

"What'd he do to you?" she yelled at him. "What?" She was near hysterics and her face was glittering with tears, she knew this. But she could still see Ash… "God," she choked as she sat on the cool tile. "Why?"

"I suppose I should stay with you," said Haruka.

"Why'd you call the police?" asked Misty. Her eyes, now vivid green, burned into Haruka's. Haruka held her gaze steadily until Misty looked away, shaking.

"That is a spirit of some sort, Misty. He just appeared out of thin air."

"He's my friend," she whispered. "My only friend." Haruka snorted.

"Enough of this nonsense. He's dangerous. He'll poison your mind and suck out your soul." If this hadn't been such a serious situation, Misty would be rolling with laughter right now.

But this wasn't a time for laughing.

"Just leave me alone," Misty said, sneering. "This was NONE of your BUSINESS!" Haruka flinched slightly but kept staring at Misty.

"I'm locking you in," the elder announced as she exited through the far door. "We can't have you trying to be the hero." The door clicked and Misty stared blandly at the tile.

Now how was she going to save Ash?

"Misty?" Charity poked her head around the door. "She's gone. Misty, I want to help." Misty jerked her head up to stare at Charity. "I want to help save him, Misty. They'll do terrible things to him. He saved my life." Charity smiled at Misty grimly. "And now I'll save his." Misty gave Charity a small, quivering smile.

"Thank you Charity."

"They're taking him to the upstairs lab," shuddered Charity. "But, if we leave now, we can make it in time." Misty laughed.

"It's funny, in a way. For some reason I feel like this is all unreal and impossible. I feel like I'm chasing the wind." Charity smiled.

"Nothing's impossible."

Sorry so short!!!! That was a little sappy, yeah I know, I hate sappy things but hey, it fit. So what's gonna happen to Ash? Will they reach him in time? What the heck happened and why is he like he is? Please read and review! Be gentle, though. Chapter (six?) coming soon, I promise!

~ Kasagi Onaso