Author's Note: Second Part to the Prologue and then on to the main event! Please review! Reviews are always so helpful in putting together a story that pleases readers and helps with writing the story! Also, if there are any typos or spelling errors, I apologize. I didnt' write this on my computer, and I had to use wordpad.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Ghost Hunt, or the characters in it. But I do own my original characters, so take that! :)

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The Sealed File

Prologue: Part Two

Gene shifted uncomfortable in the bed, trying to suppress the confusion from the images that had flooded his mind. He gingerly raised his hand, being extremely cautious as to not touch the sleeping kimono again and become locked in another world, and gently shook his sister. Another cold, menacing chill wafted through the room, causing the boy to shiver despite being clad in his woolen pajamas. His crystalline blue eyes sullenly observed the still sleeping girl, her name being tossed about in his head like a raft in a tumultous sea. Why had they been calling for her? Was she in some sort of danger? Afraid that leaving his sister asleep in a nightmare might cause her arm, he shook her more violently.

"Nee-chan," He called concernedly, his voice raising, "Please, wake up."

The girls thick lashes fluttered against her porcelain cheeks, slowly ebbing open to reveal a worrisome look in her navy eyes. A solitairy tear etched its way down the curvature of her cheek bones, dropping gently onto the pillow beneath her rested head.

"Genie?" She groggily rubbed her eyes, vaguely remembering the fact that she was mid-nightmare upon being woken. "What's wrong?"

The chestnut-haired boy inched closer to her, wondering if he should ask her about her dream. In most circumstances, she found them very uncomfortable to talk about. Just like his psychometric visions, his sister's dreams were not usually her own, but were spawned by other beings or emotions, near or far.

Hesitancy crept into the boy's voice, deep for a child of ten, as he began, "When I touched your sleeping kimono, I began..." His eyes swept over the soft, white silken fabric of the sleeping kimono again, taking note of the black dragonfly print scattered across.

"To see things?" She tossed the covers off of her slim frame and rose, walking towards the nearby bathroom.

She emerged quickly, now wearing a set of regular pink pajamas, the sleeping kimono folded in her hands. She gently placed it on the bed stand and began unbraiding her coveted long black hair, letting it fall loosly against the small of her back. Sitting back down on the bed, she drew her brother close to her, her hands gently caressing his face as she pulled him close. She hated the fact that her little brother, the person she cared for most dearly and wanted nothing more than to protect, had to deal with such unwanted visions. His psychic powers were much stronger than her own, and although hers had greatly progressed through the intense training of her father and Uncle Lin, her brother's natural abilities surpassed her own. Curiously, she never felt anything remotely close to jealous for his gifts, but rather concern, and sometimes dismay, as she wished she could take the burden from the young, innocent boy.

"I saw Aunt Ayako, er-- Ayako-neesan," He giggled, trying to make light of the situation. His spirited godmother hated any terminology that might deem her old, and she often insisted that the two siblings use -chan or -neesan when addressing her.

If psychometry was one of Gene's gifts, empathy was one of her own. She could tell through the giggle that the boy was the apprehensive and scared to convey what he had seen. "Genie, it's alright." She comforted. "You don't need to protect me, it's my job to protect you."

"Uncle Houshou was there too. And they were scared. I've never seen them look so terrified, even when returning from some of their most horrible cases. But they were younger, and..." He paused, uncertain of what to say.

"They were calling my name." She finished his sentence. They had been able to communicate telepathically since Gene was about five years old, but he was very apt at blocking his thoughts from her when he needed to. But when he was worried, his ability to concentrate on keeping his thoughts his own quickly dissipated.

Gene nodded slowly, his face cheeks growing rosy with shame. His body tremored slightly as the pictures of their faces made way back into his consciousness. His frightened grip around his sister grew painfully tighter. "Masako-neechan, I'm scared." He cried, holding onto her as if she would evaporate into thin air at any moment.

Masako felt her heart shatter into myriad shards of pain and grief as she continued to warmly embrace the quaking body of the boy. She rested her hands gently on his shoulders, guiding him back just enough so that she could make eye contact with him. "Well," She smiled, inching her fingers down to the boy's waist. "I can't exactly conjure a spirit here to tell us anything with all of Uncle Lin's wards, not to mention those overbearing shiki!" She began to tickle him.

The boy seized with fits of laughter, his limbs flailing violently through the air as his sister's fingers wiggled vigorously at his sides. He counterattacked, grabbing her foot and causing her to squeal. The relentless war of squirming and glee lasted until both children rolled off the bed with a thud, still laughing. They laid their momentarily, their chests heaving up and down trying to regain their breath from the tickle match.

Finally calm, she continued. "Well, Uncle Lin does have a copy of all of mom and dad's case files down in the study. Maybe we could find something there?" She cocked a mischievous eyebrow.

"But it's locked!"

"Since when has a lock ever stopped us?"

"But there are hundreds and hundreds of files!" He continued his plea, fearing the wrath of his normally stoic but very stern uncle. "Well, I guess I could use psychometry..."

"No!" She snapped, whipping her head around, her eyes beaming with gravity. "I don't want you to have flashes of those things," she hissed, "that have been encountered on cases. It's too much." She exhaled deeply, and gave Gene another quick hug, assuring him that she was only looking out for his best interest and not actually angry. "We'll just go with what we know. They looked younger, right? About how old?"

"Maybe in their late twenties? Oh! And Ayako-neesan called Uncle Houshou 'Bou-san'." He exclaimed, a bit proud of his recollection of the relevant details. He grabbed on to his sister's outstretched hand and was hastily pulled to his feet.

"Let's go," she whispered, making her way towards the door.

She braced the heavy oak door with one hand, cautiously turning the its brass knob so that it wouldn't croak upon opening. Her uncle was a notoriously light sleeper, when he slept at all, and there was no foolproof way of knowing if he was awake or not. The two siblings gingerly stepped outside the door to their room, gently closing it behind them. The study was located two floors below them in the large Victorian mansion, and due to its age, there were a lot of creaking steps to be conquered if they were to get to the study in victorious silence.

They tip-toed down the hallway, thankful that their uncle's room wasn't located somewhere between their own room and destination. They looked down at the foreboding planks of the wooden stairwell, a sense of excitement brewing up inside them. One by one, they discreetly made their way down each step, abruptly stopping when one loudly groaned under the weight of both siblings.

"We can't step on them at the same time." Masako spoke inwardly, her thought resonanting inside Gene's mind. "Let's try the banister. Wait for me to try first." She crawled onto the long rail, wrapping her legs around the curved wood and slowly slid down, her hands locking around each spoke as she went. Upon reaching the bottom, Gene followed.

The ornate double doors leading to the study were directly at the bottom of the stairwell, and as Gene had said, a keyhole was beneath one of the handles on the doors, glaring at them like a giant obstacle. The siblings instinctively reached out for each other's hands, ready to put to use the PK they practiced so often.

A soft blue glow irradiated from them, an invisible wind seemed to flow up from the ground, fluttering their clothing and hair. Masako felt a bit of power drain from her, transferring over to her brother; and suddenly, she heard the alleviating click of the lock. They released their grasp and walked through the now open door.

The study seemed ominous in the darkness without the wood burning fireplace to offer a comforting glow to the room. They flicked on a light, revealing the towering bookshelves that covered every wall from floor to ceiling of the octagonal room, a mobile ladder was attached to a pole above so that every book could be reached. Some were old and tattered, others were new and crisp, the titles in countless different languages. On a shelf that seemed more celebrated than the rest in its intricacy at the center of the room were the books written by their father.

"Uncle Lin's quite the reader," Masako sighed, turning to her brother. "And so are you!" She grinned.

"You're one to talk." He rolled his eyes jokingly, knowing full well that his sister had read the majority of the books in their uncle's study during their countless stays at his home in England. She even read some that were not written in Japanese or English as she spoke nearly six languages fluently now. He was close behind at five languages though, and currently studying Greek, an important language to know when dealing with paranormal subjects.

They made their way to the only shelves in the room that contained actual files as opposed to books.

Masako lifted her small finger, running it delicately across the edges of the compiled notes of countless cases. "You said that Ayako-chan called Uncle Houshou 'Bou-san,' correct? That must mean that whatever you saw, it happened while SPR was still under the disguise of Shibuya Psychic Resarch and not the Japanese branch of the Society for Psychical Research." She remarked, walking closer to where the files began. She knew her uncle was quite compulsive when it came to organizing, so the files must be in chronological order. "Should we start at the beginning?"

She reached up to pull out the first file, not noticing a chair to her side. By the time Gene realized what had happened, his sister was sprawled out on the floor with a mound of files and papers scattered across her and the Oriental rug. He snickered, bending down to help pick up the files.

"Gene, wait."

His actions were interuppted. Looking over at his sister quizzically, he noticed her gaze was falling intently on the now empty shelf, vacant from the strewn files.

"There's a fingerhole in the plank of the wood backing the shelf." Her eyes widened excitedly.

She quickly scammpered to her feet, pulling the false back from the shelf revealing an old, musty file, sealed with a paper ward. She hastily opened it, ripping the unnoticed ward in the process and began scanning through the pages. "This must have been hidden back there for years..." Her voice faded, engulfed in the treasure she had discovered.

Gene swallowed a nervous gulp, staring at the foreboding file. His stomach churned. There was no doubt about it. Whatever he saw, it must have been recorded in that file. Quickly, he snatched it from his sister, and before she could say a word in edgewise, he grabbed her with his free hand.

Images started to play again in Gene's mind. He gripped his sister's wrist tightly so that he could mentally convey the images to her. And then they fell into a trance, their minds travelling back through the years and across the great continent and sea, bringing them to Japan.

And so it began.

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Author's Note: Well, that's the end of the prologue. The next chapter begins the actual story of the events that were recorded in the sealed file. For those that are wondering, it won't be told from the normal perspective third person perspective as if the events are actually happening, just like any other story. And again, thanks to everyone who reviewed the first part of the prologue. I know these first two chapters were a bit tedious and uneventful, but the action begins in the next one. Please read and review :)