Author's Note: I kinda read back...and realized that the talking Gastly is my favorite character...Dunno quite why. He's pretty peculiar...But I guess being eccentric is what makes him interesting. Weird is good! Anyway, here he is once more

As usual, there was nothing much for either of them to do. The Maiden, in her patient and perhaps eternal waiting...and the faithful Pok'emon who now floated by her side, in his occasional reminders to the villagers that the legend of Maiden's Peak was as true as ever. Yet Gastly knew there was no point in this – keeping her legend known among the living. If the man she loved had truly felt the same, he could never have not returned to her, after two thousand years. He could never just abandon her like that.

Or maybe it was something else...The Maiden lingered as a ghost, in the place she had promised to wait until the end of time. Her love made no such promise to come back – maybe in his heart, but at least not aloud. Perhaps he was able to rest in peace. He did, after all, die with honor in a war. Perhaps he was not so troubled, as his Maiden was, and had moved on...

But that would mean he didn't love her – at least not as much as she did him. Unless there was some strange force keeping him away from her, he simply didn't love her enough for it to keep him behind. After two thousand years of nothing but her love to think about, how could The Maiden not realize that?

"Milady..." said Gastly, finally, "You have waited so long..."

"I promised him," the ghost replied softly.

"Promise me something..." said Gastly, looking her solemnly in the eyes, "Please...If the female Gastly does not return with your love...Promise me you will move on..."

"Move on...? How could I...?" she replied, her voice becoming harsher, "No! I can't go on without him! Never!"

"Please, just listen to me. You don't have to go without him," Gastly tried to explain, even though he knew how impossible convincing her would be.

He knew that ghosts were anything but rational – they would set their minds on one thing, pour their entire selves into it, and never let it go. The Maiden would never understand, never let anyone stand in the way of her determined waiting. Too focused was she on her age-old promise to even listen to the very words that could finally let her rest...

"But he is the one waiting for you now," said Gastly, pleading with her to consider this, "He has already moved on. Don't you realize? Both of you died two thousand years ago! Promises you made in life don't matter anymore! If you'll only let it go...If you will move on from all this...You can finally see him again! You can finally –"

"NO!" she cut him off, "NO!"

Gastly had never seen The Maiden's Ghost like this. She had always seemed so patient and hopeful – stubborn, but quiet about it. He'd never known how forlorn she really was – how desperate, how hopeless, how angry at the world, how furious at the cruel fate that chained her to her old life. She could never let it go...She could never rest until the day her love returned to her – the day she was willing to wait eternity for. A day that may never come.

Author's Note: (prepare for longness ==)

Ok, Dark Goku. You know what I think I'm going to do, since no one but you seems to be interested in this story? Well, first of all I don't think this story is much anyway. It's just me killing time when I'm bored...But I'm still going to finish it – don't worry!

This one chapter gives me an idea...I think I might write another story about the Ghost of Maiden's Peak, only one chapter long. I'm just going to try it, without the whole adventure and Misdreavus and all those other characters. Just something sort of like this chapter...I can't really explain, but you'll see. I'll try and take my time on it and make it good, alright? If I ever do write it that is! A tragedy/angst/supernatural/romance story...

And Laekai (you know who you are Oo...) You might think I'm crazy for trying to write another Maiden's Peak story...But, insanity makes the world go round, remember? And I think you might actually be interested in this new story thingy that doesn't exist yet (maybe even more interested than my little lurker DG...) It'll be angsty! (now that we actually finally kinda know what angst means...)

Also, S.R.I.N.O.P.A.R.O.A.T. (is the name right, Some Random Inanimate Object – Probably A Rock Or A Toaster?) I guess I'll ask my friend...Kinyko...about writing a FanFic about our Inuyasha story, since it's half hers. It really would make a good Fic – I just hope she doesn't want to submit it as it is Xx...It really kinda really needs revising! May Kyrie and Kinyko live on! ('sept Kyrie – she's dead now! Kyrie wacks me over the head Hey, you can't do that to me, character person! I created you!)

Jaken: Lord Sesshomaru, who could she be??

Sesshie: She looks like...Kyrie! She's come back to life! Kill her again!

Me: Nooo! Wait! I'm just the Author! And I don't even look anything like my character! She's Japanese!

Kyrie: Um...Sesshomaru, my dear sweet murderer...I'm right here! This is (My Name Here) we're talking about! Do you really expect her to resist a ghost story?

Kinyko: Your point is...?

Kyrie: I'm a ghost, remember!

Kinyko: What are you talking about?

Kyrie: Um...Sesshomaru killed me, fell in love with you, turned you into a demon, and I get to be a ghost and watch you guys all lovee-dovee...RING ANY BELLS?!

Kinyko: Er...Kyrie, you're still alive...And who's Sesshomaru?

Kyrie: WHAT?! slaps herself on to forehead, Kinyko-style

Me: Oh, I guess we're at the beginning of the story still! You guys aren't supposed to know any of that stuff yet!

Kyrie: Huh? Who are you? Wait – I'm going to DIE?!

Kinyko: Hm...Is this Sesshomaru guy hot?

My Friend, Kinyko's Creator: Oh, yeah! shows her a picture

Kinyko: WOW...! drooling

Kyrie: HELLO?! That guy is going to KILL me!!

Kinyko: Huh...? Oh yeah, sorry about that... continues gawking at Sesshomaru's picture

Me: ==' huge anime sweat droplet

YO, PEOPLE, THOUGH...No promises! Just ideas to write these stories if I ever decide I want to! K?

Augh...! I have no idea what the hell-o there, little kids! (that was a close one) I have no idea what the heck I was thinking writing all this...uh...crap.

Sometimes I really truly scare myself...