Disclaimer: I own nothing. ;; Quit making me say that! –sobs-

A/N: I'm not sure I liked the way Ghost! (E.Q.) ended. No smut. Bad Shuri! Bad! Smut is good for the readers! XD Anyway, spoiler's for book #4.

Mitsuo's Mission

'Focus on the target...Almost there....' Wearing a handkerchief around his head, Mitsuo sneaked past Mikuni and Kanau and stealthily made his way to the kitchen.

'Slowly.....slowly.....'

He tiptoed past a door he was sure Hasunuma was behind. At least, Mitsuo HOPED he was behind it. If he wasn't then there was a chance he'd get caught during his 'mission', of sorts.

His foot landed on a slightly creaky floorboard causing the poor boy to jump back three feet. He held is breath not knowing if he'd been heard or not.

"Did you hear something?" Mitsuo flinched. Trust Kanau to hear the slightest of noises.

"Nothing at all. Now get back over here, this dress isn't just going to appear on you by itself."

There was a grumble and a few loud stomps. Can ghosts even make sounds like that? Mitsuo decided he'd think about that later, for now he had to focus on the mission.

Creeping back up the hall, pausing ever so slightly to avoid the creaky floorboard, Mitsuo decided that the kitchen was much to far away. Not to mention the hideously long hallways were starting to grate on his nerves.

'And to think,' he sighed, internally of course. 'I have to do this again on the way back!'

He glanced around a corner leading into the small kitchen area. No one in sight, perfect.

'Let's see, where did Mikuni put them...?'

Mitsuo searched as quietly as possible. Shifting bottles and boxes here, shifting dishes there until..

"AH HAH!"

"What are you 'ah hah'ing about, Mitsuo?"

Said boy gave a loud 'eep!' not realizing he'd said that out loud.

"Hasunuma!" Mitsuo gave a weak laugh, hiding his findings behind his back. "What are...what are you doing in here?"

Hasunuma gave Mitsuo an odd sort of look.

"I got hungry, so I thought I'd get a snack." When Mitsuo started edging away to the doorway he added, "And you didn't answer my question."

Mitsuo gave a nervous laugh.

"Ah well, you see,...I mean, the thing is...um.." Hasunuma raised an eyebrow.

"The thing is..?"

"I was um...I was..ah..." Mitsuo started to flail his arms, forgetting the source of his troubles were located in his hands.

When Hasunuma finally uncrossed his eyes from Mitsuo's mad swinging he caught a glimpse of what it was he was trying to hide.

And grinned.

"Mitsuo," Hasunuma's voice was lowered at a dangerously sexy level. "Are those...pickled scallions?"

Mitsuo stopped his flailing and gave another squeak.

"N-no! These are um....a-are...uh.." He had a perfectly good excuse for what they were, but with Hasunuma's hips pinning him to the wall and soft lips nipping at his throat, it really didn't matter WHAT they were.

Amazingly enough, they had somehow made it past Mikuni and Kanau without being noticed and were now engaged in some rather, ah, interesting activities.

Sadly, that's another story not suited for your eyes, loves.

Owari

A/N: XD Oh how a love Mitsuo. Hang in there Mitsuo, you'll be seme some day! Anyway, short and sweet Ghost! Fiction for you all. C: Reviews would be VERY nice. If you catch my drift. –winkwink-