EDIT: Yay! The last chapter that needs editing! I hope this venture of editing helped everyone understand more, haha. It was kinda fun, but I don't ever want to have to do it again :P

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I have to apologize to those of you who I have bored with my story because of the Shakespeare. It was the only way I could think of get rid of the ghost. Originally, I wasn't going to add this, but it was the only way I could introduce a very important character upon other things. The use for the story will become apparent soon. I'll wrap this whole play thing up in this chapter for those who are bored. Stick around or don't, it's your choice. Sorry again.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost Hunt or any of Shakespeare's works. Conversations and quotes used from his works are purely NOT mine and only being used for the story.

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Chapter 10: Cat and Dog Fighting

Yasu's eyes started to flutter open and the first person he saw was none other than Masako. "Oh Masako, you goddess, you divine and perfect nymph! What can I compare your eyes to? Crystal isn't as clear as they are. Oh, your lips are as ripe as a pair of tempting cherries touching each other! The pure white of the snow on a mountaintop seems black as a crow's wing next to the whiteness of your hands. Let me kiss your beautiful white hand. It'll make me so happy!" Yasu declared.

I wanted to laugh hearing Yasu say those things. I knew that in real life he's still a romantic playboy, but this just seemed to be pushing it over the edge.

Masako stamped her feet in agitation and anger. "Damn it! I see you're all determined to gang up on me for a few laughs. You wouldn't be treating me like this if you had any manners. Can't you just hate me like I know you do? Do you have to get together to humiliate me? If you were real men you wouldn't treat me this way. You're competing for Mai's love, and now you're competing to see which one of you can make fun of me the most. That's a great idea, a really manly thing to do! Nobody respectable would do this just to have some fun," she shouted, tears springing to her eyes.

Naru turned on Yasu with a sneer. "Don't be cruel, Yasu. I know you love Mai, and you know that I know. Right here, right now, I'm giving up all my claims on her and handing her to you. In exchange, give up your claim to love Masako, since I love her and will love her until I die," he said.

Masako threw her hands up in exasperation. "So much trouble just to make fun of someone," she groaned. Neither of them was listening to her.

"You can keep Mai. I don't want her. If I ever loved her, it's gone now. That was only temporary. Now I love Masako," Yasu countered, grabbing Masako's hand.

"Helena, it's not true. He lies," Naru said, grabbing her other hand.

"Don't insult a deep love that you don't understand, or you'll pay the price," Yasu said, yanking her away and into his arms. He turned his head towards where Naru had come as I stepped out from behind my tree, "Oh look, here comes the woman you love."

"It's a lot easier to hear in the dark than it is to see," I called, rubbing at my eyes and stumbling over a stick hidden in the tall grass. I hurried over to Naru with a distressed expression. "I couldn't see you, but I heard you, and that's how I found you. Why did you leave me alone in the middle of the woods?"

Naru glared down at me. The glare he gave me had to be worse than the one he gave me when we first met. "Why should I stay when love told me to go?" he asked.

"But what love could make you leave me?" I asked despairingly, reaching out a hand.

He slapped my hand away, the crack of skin against skin echoing through the quiet forest. "I had to hurry to my love, Masako. Why are you looking for me? Didn't you figure out that I left you because I hate you?" he asked like I was stupid.

"You can't mean that. It's impossible," I said, clutching at my hand.

Masako scoffed. "So, you're in on this too! Now I see that all three of you have gotten together to play this cruel trick on me. Mai, you ungrateful girl, did you get these two to tease me? Have you forgotten all the talks we've had together, the vows we made to be like sisters to one another, all the hours we spent together, wishing that we never had to say goodbye, our friendship throughout school and our childhood innocence? We used to sit together and sew one flower with our two needles, singing one song in the same key, as if our hands, sides, voices and minds were stuck together. We grew together like twin cherries like we had two separate bodies, but one heart. Do you want to destroy all of that with these two? It's not friendly, and it's not ladylike. Every woman would be mad at you even if it only hurts me," Masako said almost all in one breath. Her eyes burned with anger. Her chest heaved, lungs hungry for air. Her fists balled up at her sides. She was pissed.

My mouth dropped open, dumbfounded. "I'm not insulting you. It sounds more like you're insulting me," I told her.

"Come on, stop playing dumb. Didn't you send Oliver to follow me around praising my eyes and my face? Didn't you get Yasu –who kicked me like an unwanted puppy- to call me a goddess and a divine, rare, heavenly being?" she asked with a roll of her eyes, "Why does he talk like that to a girl he can't stand? And why is Oliver saying he doesn't love you when he most certainly does? Why would he do that unless you told him to? Why does it matter that I'm not as lucky or lovable as you are and that my love is unrequited? You should pity me for that reason, not hate me."

I shook my head. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I told her truthfully.

Masako threw her hands up in defeat. "Oh, fine. All right, go ahead, keep up your little game, pretend to be sympathetic, but then wink at each other and snicker when I turn my back. Keep up your wonderful game. You're doing such a good job on this trick, someone should write a book about it. If you had any pity, or manners for that matter, you wouldn't pretend to fight over me like this. I guess it's partly my own fault since I followed you here. Leaving will soon take care of everything," she said in a defeated voice, turning to mope away with her wounded pride, but was stopped by Naru.

He snatched up both of her hands and stared at her with pleading eyes. "Stay, Masako. Listen to my excuse. My love, my life, my soul, beautiful Masako!"

Masako snorted. "That's a good one!" she said sarcastically.

I glared at Naru. "Oliver, don't insult her like that," I reprimanded.

Yasuhara turned to him next, "If Mai's begging can't make you stop then I can force you to do so."

Naru chuckled darkly, somehow finding amusement in this whole situation. "You can't force me any more than Mai can beg me. Your threats are no stronger than her whining," Naru shot at him before turning back to Masako, "Masako, I love you. I swear I do. I'll give my life for you, just to prove Yasu wrong when he says I don't love you."

"I'm telling you, I love you so much more than he does," Yasu said.

"If you say so, then duel me and prove it" Naru challenged.

Yasu motioned for him to attack him. "You're on."

After those words everything was a blur. Masako and I dissolved into a shouting match, calling each other childish names. The boys joined in the fight, defending Masako. Once the boys ran off, Masako and I glared, only exchanging a few words before following after them.

Madoka, on order from Monk, confused the boys until they passed out from exhaustion. Masako and I soon followed. In the coming dawn, Madoka put more of the flower's juices on Naru's eyes, making sure we were positioned so that he'd see me first when he woke. Monk, having gotten his revenge and John, broke the spell on Ayako and then woke her. Horrified and disgusted at having been in love with Brian the donkey, Ayako asked Monk to tell her what had happened overnight.

We, the teenagers, were awakened by Lin, Martin and Luella. After hearing our story of mixed-up and now corrected love Martin declared that we were to follow him to the temple to be married with him and Luella. The wedding and play passed in a flash followed by blackness.

When the ink cleared from my vision for I don't even know what time, we were all back in base still dressed in our Victorian-style clothing and robes.

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I'm sorry if this chapter was absolutely horrible. I promise the next will be much much better. Sorry for the very quick and horrible wrap up of the play "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Sorry to those who got bored or annoyed or confused, ect., by the random play. Sorry if you just hates the last few chapters all together. If you want more of the Shakespeare chapters, review and I'll post separate chapters.

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So, I realize this was the worst of all the chapters due to the VERY speedy ending, but I was not feeling it by then. I don't do well with very harsh criticism which is really not a good thing seeing as I want to be a writer one day *sigh* Anyway, I hoped this cleared up a lot that was hard to understand through all the Shakespeare :P