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"Pancake Breakfast"

"I'm sorry." The ghost says sympathetically. "I had no idea I can do that. My name's Taichi Kamiya. Please to meet ya." The ghost swirls his hand in the air making a friendly gesture. Mimi, who seems to be have been frightened to a certain extend, looks at the ground and seems to be mumbling a prayer.

"A little attention here?" Tai sighs impatiently. Just then, a soft knock was heard from the door.

Knock Knock

"Umm, Mimi?" A voice calls from behind the door. "You alright in there? Heard some noise all the way downstairs…" A chilly breeze sweeps past Mimi and her dad opens the door. "You ok?" Mimi opens her eyes and finds herself staring at an empty room with her dad staring at her with a worried expression on his face.

"Hey, dad." She replies weakly.

Ring ring

Mimi groans, she pushes her alarm clock off the table, and miraculously, the clock stops ringing and lands with a load bang.

She pulls the covers over her head and tries to fall back asleep. After several minutes of failing attempts, she decides to get up. Shaking her sleepiness away, she drags herself to the bathroom and stares the mirror.

She wasn't really looking at the reflection, she was just staring into space and her mind was wandering freely. She jerks back to reality all of a sudden, when her eyes meets a damp towel on the floor. She can vaguely recall last night when she was taking a shower…wait…Mimi abruptly remembers that…she didn't take a shower!

"Holy!" She recalls last night's events and sprints downstairs as fast as her legs could carry. "Mom? Dad?" She screams down the hall. When no one replies she steps into the kitchen. The tasty smell of bacon and eggs drifts towards her and she settles herself in front of the plate. The lightly lit kitchen gave her the impression that no ghost can appear at this condition. Picking up her fork and knife, she starts eating. With a mouth full of bacon she yells towards the counters where her mom was probably still fussing about with breakfast and cooking, "Great breakfast mom! You've really outdone yourself!"

"Why, thank-you!" A male voice calls back. Mimi chokes on her gulp of orange juice. Holding her fork and knife in a threatening manner, she walks into the depths of the kitchen, towards the counters where she heard the voice.

"W-who's there?" She asks in a shaky voice. The ghost from the night before pops up from under the cutlery table. Mimi yelps in shock, but immediately claps her hands to her mouth, trying to restrain herself from laughing out loud. The ghost, who was apparently rummaging through the drawers looking for a whisk, looks at Mimi wearing a bemused expression on his face. He was wearing a blue, laced apron and is holding a spatula in one hand, and a whisk in the other. He seems to be making pancakes, as Mimi spots the flour in his hair and actually, come to think of it, everywhere! From the floors to the counters and even the ghost himself is covered in flour. Mimi laughs hysterically at this scene and clutches the countertop to keep herself from falling.

Guiltily, as the ghost looks at the mess around him, he offers Mimi a plate of what seems like burnt, circular lumps. "Pancake?" He offers.

"Umm, no thanks." Mimi manages to say as she pushes the plate of pancakes back towards the ghost. "I ate." She swings her fork and knife carelessly in the air to indicate. Shrugging, the ghost picks up a fork off the counter and samples a tint portion of the pancake.

"Not bad!" he says as he chews, but after a few seconds of chewing, he gags and spits it back out. "Think I accidentally added salt instead of sugar." Mimi laughs quietly. Mimi feels much more comfortable around the ghost now, she wasn't sure why though. Maybe it was the fact that he made her breakfast, or perhaps because of the dramatic performance with the pancakes.

"So, umm…Tai, was it? Uhh…what brings you here? To my home or more like in my bag and the home?" She asks timidly.

"Well, it's hard to explain…" Tai mumbles as he scratches his head, obviously deep in thought.

"Well, maybe we can start at the beginning." Mimi suggests.

"You mean the beginning beginning? Or the day I…" He indicates by motioning his finger across his throat.

"Ya, tell me how you died." Mimi states strongly.

I totally screwed up the tenses in this chapter, but then again, we did I not? A shorter chapter this time, decided that I can't stand writing 16 page chapters (I probably wouldn't make it out alive either). But at the rate I'm going I'm probably gonna end up with a few more chapters then I intended, but what the hey, at the speed I'm typing it's just gonna be a couple of years! thumbs up --- starting to think that's a very lame thing to say…