A/N: The second chapter! Just a point, since this is an AU, Mai's mother is alive and well, so if she made any references to her in the upcoming chapter, don't be confused. She does live alone, in case you were wondering. You'll see why.
We walked through the damaged halls of the old school building. We, as in me and one of the brainless girls. The one who just randomly ended up telling me Gene's story. I'm a bit suspicious of her. I mean she saw me, did not get scared by my sudden interruption and just randomly started talking about Eugene. That is just every piece of evidence you'll need to start a theory that suggests her knowing about my real identity. And if she does, then I'll have to find a way to keep her mouth shut.
"So, Naru, what is it that you want to talk to me about?" She asked. Wait Naru, as in short for Oliver? Wouldn't that just make my theory a confirmed fact?
"What did you just say?" I must've said it too darkly, because she looked like she just saw a ghost. Doesn't matter. She might die in fear for all I care. Her startled expression quickly changed to a confused one. "Did you just call me Naru?" I asked a bit more specifically, even though her idiotic brain would have difficulty understanding me both ways.
"You mean people called you that before?" She answered as a question. Of course people call me that, that's my name. Stupid. Except that I couldn't tell her that.
"I mean I couldn't be the only one to come up with the narcissistic Naru." When she said that I relaxed. My identity could stay hi-
"Have we met before?" A voice called from behind me. -or not. I turned on my heel.
"And you are?" I narrowed my eyes at her. The brainless high school girl began squealing immediately. "How can you not recognise her? She's a famous medium from TV!" She beamed in delight. Seriously? Where does she get that energy from? But considering that she doesn't have a brain, she'll need less glucose.
"I do not waste my time watching idiots use psychometry to do a medium's job." I answered simply. What's the medium's importance anyway?
"Excuse me?" The medium said from behind her kimono (she was holding her sleeve to her mouth). She seemed offended.
"You seem offended, but in reality you talk to Spanish spirits in Japanese. Don't you find that a bit odd?" I turned on my heel again. Base was just around the corner so it should've took us a short while to walk there. "Wait!" The medium called. She was already walking on my nerves with a walking stick! "Miss medium, if you are so desperate for my attention then I suggest trying when I'm not busy." I signalled the other one to follow me into base. The medium gave a 'you'll-pay-for-this' look and I just passed her glance with a bored look.
"WOW! What are these?" She pointed at the monitors.
"Monitors." I answered. What else are they? Stupidity without an ending.
"I know that! I mean like what do you use them for?" She reasoned. Obviously, to see recordings.
"Work." I kept it short. "Now back to business, tell me your "ghost story" from the beginning, again." She nodded.
"Well, there was a 17 year old boy, who got in a car crash about a week and a half ago. The woman claimed it was an accident, but the police is uncertain about that. Apparently the boy is from a very rich family and is known to be a "perfect" medium. His brother is also very famous, and his research has won him some kind of award. However, the scary thing is, as soon as he got into the hospital, the hospital ended up in a big mess. Every time the nurse checked on him, the furniture moved and she got attacked by a ghostly figure." So Gene's been causing poltergeists. That's odd. Isn't he bit old for that? Maybe it's not him.
"Do you know the hospital he is in?" I asked hopefully. She stayed silent.
"I know where he got hit." She mumbled quietly.
"Take me there." I ordered. She looked at me straight in the eye.
"No." What's wrong now? There are not ghosts there. I crossed my arms and gave her my deadliest glare, which seemed to have an effect because she looked away.
"I'm not interested in your reasoning so don't think I'm going to ask why." I answered her thoughts. She is pretty readable, which is going underneath loud in her fault list.
"WHY DO YOU EVEN WANT TO KNOW?" She suddenly screamed. "WHY WOULD BE THE REASON BEHIND HER DOING SUCH A THING?" So, she knew the driver. Perhaps it was one of her relatives.
"You don't need to yell. Your voice is deafening as it is." I insulted. She looked like she was going to yell again but the medium girl interrupted her by walking in. She had a piece of paper in her hand. She handed me the paper and I looked at it. It was a copy of my profile information from the BSPR staff folder.
"So you like wasting your time coping random profiles of people that you dream to be with. Sounds like a typical fan girl to me. But thank you for caring, it was not appreciated." I handed her the paper. Ripping it would have shown weakness.
"I see how you treat someone who knows your..." She looked to the fuming high school girl. She wasn't even listening. There was something she was hiding, and I had to look into it, because it related to Gene. She was very protective of the subject. And she gave every detail except the driver's identity. I sighed. "Follow me." I told the other one to shut up and stay quiet. She was loud and very intolerable. I wish Lin was here, too bad he had an accident too. Maybe I could get the girl to help since she knows a lot about Eugene. That way I'll have an assistant and I'll have a chance to force the information out of her.