Summary: My name's Taniyama Mai, I'm twenty-three years old, and at the moment I'm in the dumps... so to speak. The only way I could get out of this was by becoming the world's most hottest band's manager, and to tell you the truth it was a harder job then it looked with monk bassists and twin devils, silent watchers and creepy boys. Oh what did I get myself into!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt, just the idea of this plot. Also, I don't own any of the songs I will be using in this fiction.
Author's Rant: All right -rubs hands together- I could go on for a very long time about why it took me so long to update. So I'll give the shorter version. I got sick really bad toward the end of summer, so I was out with that. Then of course school started so that sucked me away. I only have free time on the weekends (but that's limited) and I had some sort of writers depression for a while. On the weekdays I had some time as well to write but... well... my mom thinks I talk to strangers (and give out personal information which I don't) when I type to long. SO I never type on the computer when she's around really. That's about it. So here's the newest update of ESP and I hope I haven't earned you're hate.
Warning: Story is un'betaed! As always....
ESP
Bou-san's News Full Day
"Hahahaaa! Don't let Naru's antics get to you to much, Mai-chan." Ruffling my hair with affection I looked up into his light brown eyes and sighed, a small smile gracing my lips.
I met Bou-san at the corporation today. When I first entered I was of course greeted by the ever optimistic Haruhi-chan.
"Hello Mai-chan! Another day at the dump, eh?" Smiling at her antics I nodded my head. "So who's the lucky guy today?"
"Ahhh, hmmm, Bou-san I believe."
"You'll have a blast! Trust me. He took me out on a friend-date a few weeks after I joined SPR. Real fun guy to hang with."
"Well after Lin I'll believe that anyone would be better." We laughed. Walking toward the elevator Haruhi followed. The doors dung to a close as we headed up.
"So what brings you up toward Hell's Floor?" She giggled. Well it really wouldn't be Hell's Floor if Oliver didn't exist in the band. If only, if only...
"I have to give the co-boss of the corporation some files. She told me that she was discussing some things with ESP."
"Wow. Does the co-boss usually do this?"
"Do what?"
"Talk to the bands personally?" I questioned.
"Usually not. ESP is a special case at the moment though. They don't have a manager, who she is supposed to talk to, so she just has to relay her directs to them personally." Nodding my head another ding met our ears as we reached our floor. Following behind Haruhi on auto-pilot my mind wondered.
'The co-boss of SPR? Wow. She must be pretty. Probably tall, with golden straight hair, full lips, perfect cheekbones and the cutest ears you'll ever see. She must be slim too. I wonder what she has to discuss with the band. Wow. If I was the manager of ESP then she would have to talk to me, eh? Man! If she's as pretty as I'm picturing her I don't think I could stand in the same room as her alone. I'll really feel like a carpet (even though I'm not regardless of how much Naru says I am) next to her.'
Sighing in slight depression I opened my eyes I didn't know I closed, my face rammed in a black shirt. Stepping back a blush coated my face for a second as I looked up into my victims eyes, only to be replaced with bubbling anger as Oliver stared back at me with mocking blues.
"Masako-san, I'll like you to met one of our potential managers, Carpet-chan," he said nonchalantly, oblivious to my obvious death glare. If only they could kill... if only!
Masako giggled, her hand covering up her doll like face with the sleeve of he kimono. "Carpet-chan. What an odd surname."
Directing my stare toward the co-boss I laughed nervously. "Well you see that's not my last nam-"
"Oh don't be so modest Carpet-chan," Oliver butted in, his smirk growing as my anger bubbled. Turning his stare back toward Masako he stated in a low whisper, "She's just being shy." Masako giggled again.
"No wait," I tired to but in, pushing Oliver back, the young man stumbling at my forcefulness into the wall. "My real name is Taniyama Mai." I bowed low toward her. Behind me I heard the shifting of Oliver fixing himself up, muttering something about walls and stupid incompetent girls. "Carpet-chan is just Naru's stupid nickname for me."
"Might as well be your name considering you can't do anything productive." 'And here comes my foot, you narcissistic jerk!'
But before I could even start the motion the door of the band's room opened, letting Bou-san out. "Ah! Ohayou Mai-chan!" he called, a bright smile on his face as he slung an arm around my shoulders, bringing me close to his chest for a one-armed hug. Pushing back he let go of me, an lop-sided smile on his face. "Oops. Sorry. Didn't think you would have been so uncomfortable with that."
I couldn't help but smile back. "Not so much uncomfortable as unexpected."
Turning his eyes toward the left he straighten up a bit, giving Masako a slight nod who returned it. "We'll take care of that little problem in no time," he stated.
"I have no fear that you guys wouldn't," Masako replied back before turning her eyes onto Oliver. "Shall we Davis-san?" Oh yeah, that reminded me. He was overdue for some foot-print facing. Turning my now rekindling anger where Oliver was I stared at empty space, the black haired teen already walking down the hall with the co-boss of SPR. You got to be kidding me.
So here I was, walking down the side-walk with Bou-san in toll, his carefree nature sucking up my sulking one. "Besides," he added as an after thought, "you can just get him back with some of that bad tea." Bad tea? Oh!
"You heard about that?" I asked sheepishly as we stopped at a stoplight.
"Ha! You shouldn't be surprised if you hear the whispers of Oliver's cold sulking for days to come," he laughed as his arm found it's way around my shoulder, giving my head a knuckle sandwich in the process.
Pushing him away I rubbed at my now aching skull. "Well you should watch it too Bou-san," I said in a threatening manner. "I might just decide to fine your quirk and use it against you." He backed off, giving a nervous chuckle as we continued on.
"Awe, come on, I was just playing."
We are what we're supposed to be
The flashing lights greeted our faces as we walked pass, the noise overwhelming to our ears. Overwhelming, but nicely welcomed.
"Are you sure you're up to this?" I asked snarkily as we stopped before one of the machines, placing in the right amount of coins as Bou-san mounted beside me. "Not to old?"
"To old!" he cried in slight outrage as we scrolled through our characters. "How old do you think I am?"
"Oh old enough to have some sort of light seizure," I teased.
He fumed slightly as he tapped harshly on the red oval button as he selected his character. "I'll show you that not only am I not old but that I'm a better Street Fighter then you." I giggled.
"Then let's make a bet," I muttered. "If I win then you buy dinner. If I lose then I'll buy dinner." Picking my character the big red letters of FIGHT! flashed across the screen.
"You're on!"
Ten minutes later the name of the winner flashed across the screen. "I guess you are old!" I giggled as we walked around the arcade to find another game to play. "So you buy dinner."
He bowed his head in defeat. "Oh stop rubbing it in the wounds," he muttered as we stopped at another game. Hopping into the seats we both put in the coin amount, grabbing the wheel. "But I'll definitely beat you this time."
Fifteen minutes we found ourselves walking around the machines again, Bou-san with zero wins. "All right, I'll admit I'm not exactly the greatest game player, but these" - we were in front of some sort of shooting game that involved killing these zombie - "I rock at."
Half an hour passed before we found ourselves walking around again, the guitarist mocking me. "All right I get it!" I snapped as we stopped before some sort of dancing game, a couple among the crowd.
"Ha! So how does it feel to have it thrown in your face," he said smugly before my foot found his. 'Not so confident now,' I thought happily as he cursed out lowly, holding his aching foot. "I get it," he gripped. "Sore loser type, eh?" he replied suggestively before he quickly backed up, getting out of my foots reach with a chuckle.
Walking on we played a few more games so that by the time we left it was passed dark, the sky alight with the city lights, and me the victor with twelve wins to four.
"Like I said," the monk muttered as we walked down the sidewalk for a place to eat, "I'm not exactly the greatest at videogames."
"Whatever you say old man." Sticking my tongue out at him I yelped, jumping away, his hands still outstretched toward the area where I was. "Don't do that," I muttered nervously, backing up as a wicked grin spread across the guitarist face.
"Oh ticklish are we," he replied suggestively. After a few cracks of his fingers I was off, running as if a murderer was behind me. Might as well be for all the pay-back he was due for. Laughing I called behind. "So slow! If you really aren't old then you definitely have the body of one."
"Oi! You're going to get it now you little punk," he called back, his heavy steps speeding up.
Illusions of your fantasy
Collapsing in the seat of the cafe Bou-san sat straight in front of me, placing our meals down as I rearranged our drinks. He smiled innocently at me before taking a bit of his burger. Grumbling a thank you for the food I took a bite out of my own, my sides still burning from his rueful tickling.
"You could of killed me."
"Oh stop it," he replied smoothly, taking a bite of a ketchup covered fry.
"I should be pressing charges against you."
"Stop being such a sore loser." As an afterthought he stated, "And if you did I would to. Calling me old," he huffed.
Giggling we fell into a comfortable silence. Then a thought struck me.
"What was it that you guys needed to fix?"
Looking up perplexed he swallowed his food. "What are you talking about?"
"Earlier today with Masako. When you came out of the band's room you told her that you guys will fix the problem. What problem?"
He drank his coke thoughtfully. "It's nothing you need to worry about," he finally stated, putting his cup down as he bite into his burger.
Nothing I needed to worry about? "Wait a minute," I said defensively. "I'm going to be your manager soon! I might need to know this if you guys can't get it figured out by then!"
"You might be our manager soon," Bou-san stated.
"Even so. I still think I need to know as your potential manager."
"That's exactly the reason why I can't tell you. You're not our manager yet," he rebuffed. "Besides, it's really nothing important."
'Nothing important my ass,' I thought angrily. "Then why can't you tell me if it's no big deal."
"Were you not listening? You're not our manager. Things the co-boss or the boss order that concern a band in any way go to the manager then to the band. It's not a public display of information," he stated slowly as if talking to a child. "Since you're not our manager and not a band member you don't need to know. You're really in no position to knowanything that is concerning our band other then the fact that we need a new manager."
Swallowing any other useless words we finished our meal in an tight atmosphere.
All dots and lines that speak and say
Stopping at my apartment door we both stood in the still uncomfortable silence that was left over from our meal. "Well, good-night," I muttered as I pulled my key out.
Shuffling Bou-san sighed. "Look, Mai, it really was nothing and the only reason I can't tell you is because of the twins."
The twins? It concerned the twins. Now that really made me worry - oh but not too much for Oliver then Eugene. "What's wrong?"
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully he looked away from me. "Oh come on Bou-san! I promise I won't tell."
Sighing he nodded. "Well Gene will probably protect me." Nodding again in reassurance he turned toward me. "Look. Both Gene and Oliver's parents are top corporal people. Ironically enough there dad in the head boss running SPR here in Japan." Wait. Rewind.
"T-t-there dad is the boss of Shibuya Physics Research Center?"
"Japan's yes. So he's one of the board members. There mother is running the one back in England, there home country." Nodding my head in understanding he took that as his cue to continue on.
"Well there parents are worried that they might not - the twins - have enough training to take over their jobs when they retirer. So long story short, they wanted to pull them out of the band." If jaws weren't physically connected to the head mine might of fallen off.
"That's... that's...!"
"Unbelievable right. The hottest band out there having to retirer after the second cd because the two co-owners of the band quit. We all know we can't continue ESP without those two."
"And you called this a little problem," I almost shrieked.
"Wait a minute Mai-chan!" Bou-san quickly said, hands held out in front of him in a calming manner. "It is. Both Oliver and Gene have already talked to their parents earlier today. Actually an hour and a half before you showed up. Masako was also there. With her help the twins might not have to quit anytime soon. We just might have to cut back on some of our touring time the next year or so so they could be properly trained is all."
'Deep breath Mai. They're alright,' I thought reassuringly to myself. "All right," I finally voiced. "If you think with Masako's help they can stay then so be it." 'I just hope it's as much of a blow over as you guys think.'
"And this is why I didn't want to tell you." 'Wait a second...'
"You said you didn't want to because of the twin's wishes," I stated, my anger boiling. Taking a hastily step back he held up his hands defensively.
"It was.. partly..."
"Oh really now?"
"Mai... MAI! Put your foot down!"
What we do is what you wish to do
"Oi. Watch what you do Mai-chan. You could of ruined the model face of ESP." Wincing as the ice pack was slammed into his swollen jaw I stated,
"Of course you are. How thoughtless of me." Turning around I picked up his empty glass, heading back into the kitchen to fill it up with tea. Checking the time as I went I called, "You might as well sleep here. It's passed mid-night and I doubt anything's running around here at this time." Walking back into the living room I saw a thoughtful look pass over his face.
"I guess I should. It is over fifteen miles to reach SPR. Then there's about five or so more before I even reach my apartment." He smirked. "Are you sure you want me to stay here? I mean, I could be a pervert and sneak up on you at night." Whack! Smiling I placed the cup on the coffee table, going into the hallway to get some extra blankets out of the closet for him as Bou-san pilled the pillow I threw at him off his face, grumbling about girls who don't appreciate good jokes. Walking back over I handed them to him.
Disappearing back down the hall I entered my room, quickly changing into some pajamas and brushing my teeth before returning to the living room. Bou-san was already under the blankets, the couch pillow being used as a head rest. Turning off the lights his soft snoring reached my room as I settled in for the night.
We do the things you wanna see
Well thanks again for reading my update on ESP. Gene is next. What his day is like is still a blur. I haven't actually thought it out but then again I never really think my stories through, they just come. Well review please! Ja.