A/N: Thank you to the ever-supporting fans who reviewed even after I let you all down :) This one goes out to you!

Just because the PERFECT way of ending 'FP' came to me, if you guys get me to 350, I'll give you the sequel. Ta da? I cut you down 50 reviews! (Sneak preview of the last chapter down at the A/N)

Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt, only the OC's!

Emi's POV:

I watched, upset, as Celeste stormed out of the room. She was our sister...yet, she was nothing like us. So cold, distant, and uncaring. Was there a reason? Or was that her natural state? Of no love, and no passion?

Mom fainted right after she left, landing in Dad's arms. Immediately, everyone swarmed the duo (except for the group's totem poles...or stones or whatever you wanna call Naru and Lin) to check if they were alright, but I walked outside onto the terrace; I needed some fresh air.

The sun was going down, just over the horizon passed the rolling, green hills. It stained the skies pretty shades of pink, purple, and orange with its light, dawning the end of yet another day. Somewhere nearby, a few crickets chirped, their melodies floating through the air.

"Why can't we be as peaceful as the sky?" I sighed, staring up at the barely visible stars. It just seem so much easier up there...it wasn't fair! Why was our family, our friends, always the ones to suffer? Again and again? I just wished...wished that...if maybe I left, or I sacrificed something, that it'd be easier on them all. Maybe if I gave myself up for the 'Lady of the Flames' position? Uh, how would you do that...I made a mental note to Google 'how to send a resume to the underworld'. I snorted at the sheer freakishness of the idea. Google probably would come up with something, though...Google came up with everything.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wind their way around my waist, pulling me against someone's (rather muscular) chest. "What're you doing out here all alone?" Gene asked, placing his chin on my shoulder. I smiled softly at his concern, before tipping my head back and gently kissing him on the lips.

"Thinking," I sighed, turning around in his arms and putting my own around his neck. He kissed my forehead, pulling me close, before rocking our entangled bodies back and forth. I loved it when we had our soft and gentle moments; it calmed me right down.

"About?"

"How life sucks monkey balls." I grumbled, pouting. He laughed, ruffling my hair, before responding. "Well, I'm in your life, do I suck?"

Before I could respond with a dirty-minded retort, I heard Mai calling for us. We turned, me giggling, and I ran inside, laughing as Gene pretended to chase me. Suddenly, a strange, chilling feeling ran down my spine, causing me to stop dead on the spot.

It was then I hit the floor, out cold, lost in the spirit world.

"Celeste!" Someone was screaming. "What's WRONG with you, you little bastard?"

"I-I'm sorry!" A small child's voice, feminine, cried in retaliation.

I stared, somewhat horrified, as a child-like Celeste and an older woman came into view, surrounded by flames. Shadowy darkness shrouded us, making the flames seem more villainous than I would've first thought.

"Sorry doesn't cut it this time!" The lady snarled, back-handing little Celeste across the face.

I gasped, slapping my hands across my mouth in shock. She...was hit as a child? Is that why she was so bitter?

Silent, Celeste took the hit with nothing more than a slight whimper of pain. The flames danced, circling them and suddenly dipping inwards. A woman emerged and walked towards the pair with an air of pose and elegance.

Aunt Alana? Was that her? Seemed like it; it was the first time I'd gotten a chance to see her. She had caramel brown hair, the same shade as Mai and I, and it came down to her mid-back, much like us. She walked forward, draped in a red gown that scraped the cavern floor, her eyes set ablaze with unkindly anger. However, I could tell she wasn't a naturally angry person.

"How dare you, Secila," she growled, pulling Celeste into her arms and cradling the girl closee. "I told you that you weren't allowed to touch the child."

"I-I'm sorry, Mistress." Secila stammered, before stumbling back and vaporizing. Alana, glaring at the spot Secila had stood for a moment, huffed, before turning to face little Celeste.

"W-who are you, miss?" Celeste asked, her voice trembling. My brows furrowed; she didn't know about her aunt despite the fact they were in the same realm?

Auntie Alana smiled softly, the corners of the smile pulling taut; her eyes reflected years of pain and tortured hope. Hope that was, sadly, diminished by Seika. "Nobody important."

I watched her erase Celeste's memory before leaving her on the bed I didn't see at first, walking over to me. Immediately, I straightened, shocked that she could see me.

"Hello, my little niece," she murmured. "I hope you learnt a tad about Celeste and her hardships."

With that, I woke up back in reality, in the middle of screaming and yelling and cursing.

A/N: Celeste had a rough childhood? Didn't know of her Auntie? Why is it Emi seeing this and not Mai? Let's dwell and walk further into the case!

Sneak peak:

'I cried, the tears rolling down my cheeks in fat droplets. Was this it? Probably.'

I know it's not very long, but take what you will from it and leave a review or two with your guesses. Until tomorrow/day after! Tata!