Disclaimer: I do not own Megaman, Red vs. Blue elements, or ghosts. Hopefully, this story's idea is mine.
There is another switch of third person and Lan's POV later in this chapter.
Lan ran from his house, tears flowing from his face. He couldn't watch anymore. His mom, sleeping slumped over the table with tears running down her face and an arm holding an empty bottle once filled with sake... The image caused too much pain and he wasn't looking forward to the sight again. Once he stopped, he panted for breath even though he had no lungs and thus no reason to gasp for breath.
'Is there anyone who can help?' Lan wondered.
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Lan sighed as he walked through the streets. Even if he could find somebody who could help his mom, he realized that there was no way he could communicate with said person. He was dead. Death made him useless to the living. He could, in no way, manipulate what happened in the world of the living.
"Lan," a voice suddenly spoke, grabbing the brunette's attention as he instantly lifted his head and looked around for the source of the voice. His eyes eventually rested on a girl dressed in purple holding a crystal ball. Her eyes penetrated through him, as if she knew he was there.
"Miyu..." the brunette breathed, finally remembering her. The woman nodded before turning and walking into her shop. Knowing not else what to do, he followed.
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"You have been blessed," the strange girl informed the brunette. "Though, you may prefer to think of it as a curse, given your lack of knowledge..."
"What do you mean?" Lan asked. "How could this possibly be a blessing? My mom is suffering and I'm learning how little I actually meant to people I thought cared about me..."
"You are of the few privileged to remain in the world between life and death, postponed in your journey to the other side," Miyu continued. "However, it is you who has to discover what powers you hold in order to help influence this world."
Lan blinked. "Influence?"
The girl nodded. "Caught as you are, you may observe what happens around you. With what you learn, you may apply what you know to help shape the outcome."
"How can I do that?"
"That is for you to discover."
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The boy sighed as he made his way back home. Miyu wasn't as helpful with her advice, but at least he now knew there was a purpose for what was happening to him.
'At least... I hope there is...' the brunette thought as he walked on.
When he made it home, he gave a sideways glance to his crush who was waiting on the front porch, leaning against the wall right next to the open doorway. When Lan walked into the house, he heard two familiar voices talking. Hub and a distressed Haruka were talking to one another in an argument over the red-haired girl, Haruka obviously worried over her first son that had managed to come back to life and the effect his soon-to-be girlfriend, who seemed to have already forgotten her second son, would have on him.
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"Hub, please..." Haruka begged. "Not now..."
"Mama, I'm sorry but I already promised Maylu I'd go out with her," Hub said.
"But Hub..."
"I'm sorry, Mama, but..." Hub sighed before continuing, saying what he seemed to want to avoid saying. "You need to learn to move on. Lan's dead now... If you can't move on, then I'm afraid Papa and I have to consider committing you. We can't watch over you all the time..."
Anger boiled through the brunette as he heard the blue-haired boy say those words.
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"How could you say that?!" I can't help but yell at my brother/killer. "This is Mama! Our Kaa-san!
"She needs you and you're going to run off and not even give her a second thought?!" Hub didn't respond, which only made me even more furious at him. I cock back my fist before letting it lose as I punch him across the face. The only problem was that my arm phased right through him. In my rage, I try to do the one thing I can think of to knock some sense into him. I continue swinging my arms at him in hopes a blow will actually land.
Not paying any heed, or showing any type of reaction for that matter, my brother turned and headed towards the door. So, I do the last thing I can think of doing where action did not work. I yell, putting all of my feelings and frustrations in it.
"You can't do this to Kaa-san!"
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Hub froze in his step, fear creeping into him. Haruka stared, wide-eyed and in shock. Hub slowly turned to see the transparent for of his dead brother, his eyes widening further.
"Lan?" Haruka asked softly and in disbelief.
Surpised, the brunette turned to his mother. Hub's cry of "Ghost!" and running out of the house in fear went unnoticed. The two looked into the other's eyes, trying to read the other concerning this strange development.
At last, Haruka took the initiative. She reached out to touch the brunette's cheek to see how real this was. To make sure she wasn't hallucinating, or at least that it wasn't some sort of trick using a hologram. Tears spilled from her face when her hand went through him when she tried to stroke it. Pain reflected in the face of the brunette's mother.
"Kaa-san..." her son spoke, wishing he could comfort her.
Soft brown eyes opened again, tears silently streaming down as she looked at her son again. They widened when the brunette's transparent form began to fade away. "Lan!" Her arm reached out for, but went through her son.
"Kaa-san!" The brunette could feel the pull on his body, but didn't know how to fight it. So, he tried to convey a sort of message. "Miyu..."
That was all he could get out before he disappeared.
Haruka sank to her knees, despair running through her as she lost her son again.
She had managed to catch the name. However, figuring out why it sounded familiar would come later.
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Lan ran back to Miyu's shop in search of answers. Seeing as how Miyu would be the only one that knew anything that was going on with him, she might know how he managed to do what he did. She had to. She had to!
There is hope. Lan doesn't have to feel useless, but will he be able to learn just what it is he can do that Miyu does not know or refuses to say he can do? Will he be able to help those he love or will he end up hurting them even more?
This is all I have pre-written.