The world was shaking around her, the walls and the floor groaning and ripping apart. Scared, Mayu ran into the large opened room, fearful of the ground tearing open and dumping her into some vast abyss.
And then she saw him.
He stood, floated in front of her, eyes wide open. Faces, bodies, arms, hands stuck out from behind him, remnants of the people he had murdered and killed. He groped the air in front of him with his own arms, searching for her.
Mio laughed. "Afro boy's back!"
Scowling, the Kusabi dropped his arms to his side and glared at her, causing her to break into a fresh wave of giggles. "Aww, and now he's pouting! Look at how adorably cute he is!"
"… I don't find this very funny. Not funny at
all indeed." This time she was too shocked to laugh.
"You're a ghost in Japan, and yet you have an English accent?" He crossed his
arm and responded, rather stiffly:
"Just because I am now located in a certain region on this earth doesn't mean I was born here! I have a past too, though no one ever seems to be very interested in it. Did you know that I fought in the war of 1812 against though bloody Americans? Or was it the French? I was also in World War I! Quite exciting, really."
As he droned on and on, Mio sweatdropped, pulling out the Camera Obscura. "Say cheese," she mumbled and pressed down on the shutter. Shrieking, the Kusabi flew backwards and fell off the side of the ledge in the room.
"Well, that's one way to deal with a ghost."