A/N

Sorry that this took so long…and this chapter is mainly Micah and Ian and the little troublemakers…but it is so funny! Review quickly! Because I already have more than half of the next one done! .

Disclaimer: Alas…I leave…and I come back….and yet I still do not own….-pouts- That makes me sad. T.T

Monday, 2:28 p.m.

Wandering around a corner the Russian male stopped at the sound of a soft voice. Turning around slowly he cast a curious glance around the seemingly empty hallway. Blinking several times he smiled to himself before shrugging and continuing on his way.

Ghost white hair fell freely over his right eye and bright blue eyes were happily surveying the new surroundings. Bouncing along he was stopped short as another soft whisper attacked his ears. "Now that time I know I heard something." He pondered taking note on the abrupt silence following his conclusion.

Making sure to stand statue still, he waited. And yet, nothing more happened. Frowning deeply the male wandered further down the hallway taking careful measures to keep his movements stealth. Closing to a standstill yet again he paused, going so far as to hold his breath. And seconds before he was planning on giving up there it was. A noise. A voice. Whispers.

He concluded what the problem was… this house was haunted. Therefore meaning he must trick the ghost out so he could make friends with it so that when it did get all maniacal and destructive he would be on its good side, furthermore sparing him from the horrible, tremendous, excruciating death that would inevitably follow for all its enemies.

Having watched Ghostbusters one too many times he formed the perfect fool proof plot. First he made sure he marked the very spot he stood on, with a piece of chewed gum, which he spat on the floor. Considering that the very spot on which he stood must be somehow linked with a realm of the dead, it was important.

Turning on his heel he quietly crept off in the opposite direction avoiding any and all contact with one of the many other persons living in the same building. Dashing into his room he flashed a quick smile at the burly blonde whom he nearly plowed over. Launching himself onto his bed he threw the blankets off before tearing at the sheet. "Ah-ha!"

"Micah would you mind if I asked you a question?" a booming voice inquired.

"Um sure….not like I have to hurry back so that I don't face a horrid, terrifying, agonizing end like the rest of you." He laughed, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"What?" Spencer blinked, watching the younger male with wonder.

"Nothing….so…um" digging through first his own drawers and then his siblings he turned, "was that your question?"

"No. And now I have a few. First off, are you really looking for a horrid, terrifying, agonizing death? Because rummaging through Kami's drawers is a fast way of getting there. Secondly, what the hell are you doing with that bed sheet?" Raising his eyebrow the man crossed his mighty arms over his broad chest.

"Oh this?" Giving the other his "deer in the headlights" look he deadpanned. "I'm just-" swallowing the lump in his throat he smiled, "making a toga." Gagging slightly he chucked the bra across the room disgusted after having pulled it out.

"A toga? As in Greeks?" Spencer inquired, watching as one of Kami's bras went ballooning past him.

"Yes as in geeks." Micah grinned, perfectly content with the lie.

"Greeks Micah, Greeks."

"Oh yeah Greeks, that's what I meant. I was just testing ya. You win. A plus for you. Hooray." Twirling an imaginary flag he went back to scowering the room for something sharp. Spotting a pair of scissors in an office cup he leapt across the bed and snatched them away.

Folding the white linen he cut two small half circles near enough to each other that he might be able to see out of them. Tossing the utensils to the floor, much to Spencer's dismay he squeaked in pleasure. "It's brilliant!" pronounced his victory.

Pushing past a very confused friend he hurried back to his gum posted spot, slipping the sheet over his head along the way. And sure enough as he reached it he recognized the hushed tone drifting through the placid air. Tiptoeing along the wall he followed the murmur to a door, which obviously enough lead to the other dimension in which the paranormal creature resided and plotted.

Halting just outside the entrance he strained his ears. He now heard not one but two voices. Could the ghost possibly have friends, like a gaggle of ghosts? Shrugging he continued, making sure he had his oohs and ahhs right he prepared his final draft before ripping the door open and jumping in front of the frame.

Groaning his words to the "ghosts" he kept his eyes sealed shut. Not wanting to offend it, if it was a repulsive looking ghost instead of a pretty one. Swaying on his feet he put on his best act.

Several screams echoed off the walls followed by the pounding of feet and the shouts of fear. The garnet eyed boy shot past the horrifying creature, followed in suit by his accomplices. All of which had witnessed the haunt of a very surprised spook.

Blinking rapidly Micah slowly turned his head, finally able to open his eyes considering it was over. All he knew was that there was more than one ghost; they were very clumsy, and surprisingly short. And now he sat, flat on his sore bottom, to which he had been pushed. "Hmm…I think it went very well."

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Glancing up from her swirling top the female cast her pale violet eyes towards the south. And then downward. "Ian, Kevin, Joseph."

"Kami! The," /deep breath/ "the hou-"/huff/

"Spit it out." She snapped not once in life having been a fan of guessing.

"The house is haunted!" Kevin shouted bouncing around with wide eyes.

"Hey! I was going to say that!" Ian grumbled.

"What are you rambling about?" Tala questioned taking Kami's preoccupied moment to his advantage and smashing her blade towards the wall.

"We saw a ghost!" interjected Joseph sweat trailing down his now pale face. "In the hallway!"

Rubbing her temples the Russian female closed her eyes. "Start over. No lies, no exaggerations, and no stupidity."

/30 Minutes Later/

"So let me get this straight, you were hiding in the closet, to scare my brother, because I told you to. And then a ghost opened the door, with no hands, with red eyes, and it was levitating. And it screamed and it was drooling, and had sharp carnivorous teeth." Pausing she grimaced, "Because it wanted to eat you?"

"Yep, that's about it." Kevin smiled nodding along with the story.

"So then-" drawing a blank the girl sighed heavily. "What do you want me to do?" Shifting her weight she couldn't think of any way to prove to the younger occupants of the household that their where no such thing as spooks, haunts, goblins, or ghosts. They just weren't real, end of discussion. But seeing as the three were hell bent on convincing her she hadn't the slightest clue as to how she would show them otherwise. No grown person would believe in such lies. (Heh…she obviously doesn't know about Micah. Lol.)

"Well don't you want to see if Micah is okay?" Ian chimed in rolling forwards to the balls of his feet and back to rest on his heels. "He was in the hallway too. One minute he was talking to himself and the next minute it was silent. What if it got him?" he challenged, obviously expecting a reaction.

"I could only be so lucky." Kami grumbled calling her blade to hand before turning and trudging off to find their, "ghost".

/Haunted Hallway/

"So where about would a ghost be?" Tala teased sprinting up the stairs and following in suit.

"To hell if I know. Ian and the twits were not about to set foot back into the "haunted house, so I guess we just wing it." Slipping throughout the long corridor she turned at the sound of a snort. Rolling her eyes dramatically she cast a glance over her pale shoulder. "What is it now?"

"This is what it is now." Tala snapped glaring downwards.

Blinking several times the panther slowly averted her gaze cocking her head to better grasp the view. Tala's foot was some two inches off the carpet, a slimy pink string attacked to his shoe and then to the floor, taut from being stretched. Sinking down to her knees she leant forward and was attacked by the sweet sickly smell of bubble-gum.

Wrinkling her nose in distaste she shot back up and narrowed her eyes. "Micah." She hissed. Shaking her head in disdain she continued down the passage, leaving Tala with his own mess.

/Blitzkrieg Room + Micah/

"Micah." A sharp voice snapped surprising the said boy right off the side of his bed, landing with a yelp. Peeking up over the edge he silently pondered on his escape route before hopping back up, rolling to the center of his bed.

"Yes Kami-kun?" he answered sweetly, batting his big blue eyes in her direction.

"Where you in the north hallway today, about 45 minutes ago, wearing a bed sheet?" she barked raising an eyebrow as the slightly elder male started to fidget.

"No….I don't think so." He replied, smiling brightly.

Biting back her gag she smiled dangerously soft. Leaning forward she pushed the edges of her fingertips under his side before easily rolling him off the bed, the said teen squeaking along the way. And there, where his weight had been settled were two holes, cut into the fine linens. "Micah…" she growled her right eyebrow twitching the slightest.

"I was…making… a toga?" he tried meekly.

/After 15 Minutes of Apologizing and Explaining/

Rei smiled at the twins, "It is okay Kami, and Micah was just playing around weren't you?"

Nodding slightly Micah hid further behind Rei a pouting look on his face. "And if they would have accepted me I would have made sure they kept you too Kam-Kun….you would be a good pet." He added not seeming to notice the look of horror everybody else had before they decided it best to scram.

/Twitch/ 'Of course he would be the exception to grown persons believing in said lies.'

Rei had entered the room looking for Kai and had pried Kami off of Micah as she beat him with a pillow and he started to cry. Needless to say Tala was simply watching a look of satisfaction neatly in place. After much shouting, hitting, and crying (on Micah's part of course) he finally settled them to where it was just the looks that were killing one another. Nearly literally on Kami's part.

Standing up the female turned to retreat from the room when her eyes locked with another mess. Her drawers were all open, clothes, books and whatever else she had tucked away strewn about the floor and surrounding area. "Micah…what is that?" she probed clenching and releasing her hands.

/Twitch/

"Oh um…I need some scissors to fool the ghosts." He answered non-chalantly.

/Twitch/

"10….9….8….7….-"

"Rei why do you suppose she is counting?" Claude questioned taking a seat next to the wary neko-jin.

/Twitch/

Micah's ear perked at the tone, at the current number, and at the painful images flashing through-out his childish mind. "Eeek!!"

'Oh he'll be a ghost alright.'

A/N

Sorry about that super duper long wait…and sorry this is mainly Kami and Micah…but this idea popped into my head and it turned out pretty funny. Wrote it all in less than a day. –is proud of self- Pretty bad eh?! . Anyway the next one I have more than half done, (as said above) and it will be up soon. It has more of other people. Kai, Tala, Claude, Bryan….and others. I just can't really think right now. Lol. Anyway please update…it has been so long. Catcha' later.

-Kami