Chapter 8- The Ghostly Figure- Kanda's P.O.V

No. I thought. I do not want to see your exorcist uniform.

The girl just continued to smile, and stood up. The moment she started to take her clothes off, I dashed under the bed. I made sure that I was close to the wall, so that I couldn't see anything other than her feet.

After a few minutes, the girl bent down, and looked at me. "What was that all about?" She asked. She reached out to grab me, and I dug my claws into her pale skin. I heard her gasp in pain, as her hand retreated. She stood up.

"Fine," The girl said. "You can stay under there if you want. I'm going to go get something to eat."

I watched her feet move towards the door, and out the room. I waited a few minutes before I came out from under the bed. I jumped onto the chair by the window, and stared out into the night.

The only good thing about being a cat was the fact that all of my senses were sharpened. I could see down into the town that was near the Order, I could hear Rever yelling at Komui to get his paperwork done, and it seemed like I could feel things better.

The hair on my back stood on edge. I tensed, unable to understand why I felt the need to be ready to fight. I started scanning the room for something, but I didn't know what.

"Lucky, lucksss," A raspy voice said. I looked at the farthest corner of the room. A figure was hunched over, like it was in pain. I couldn't tell if it was female, male, young, or old because I couldn't see any of its features due to the long hair that covered its face, and front half.

I looked closer, trying to make out what it was; and that's when I noticed that I could see through it.

"They get everything," The figure said. "A family, people who love them, and when they get hurt, they have ssssomeone to look after them. I never had any of that. I wasss jusst and experiment." Its head tilted upwards, and I got the feeling that it was looking at me.

"But sso are you," It pointed a knarled finger at me. "You were created to help ssstop the evil that threatenss this world." It stood, and walked towards me. "There were only two of you who were born, but then you killed him. How can you live in a place filled with humanss when you aren't one of them?"

The figure reached its hand out towards me. "They'll kill you," It said. "Jusst like they killed me. We're different, and they can't ssstand different."

I growled, and swiped at the figure. I gave a low, gargled laugh. The laugh sounded like someone was trying to talk while being strangled. I'd never heard anything like it before.

"They'll come after you," The figure said. "You'll see that when they decide to kill you. They hate different. They hate anything that hasss the power to desstory them… He hatesss anyone with power."
The figure turned around, and walked right through the wall.

My little heart was beating so quickly, that I didn't know whether or not it would beat out of my chest. I felt unprotected, hopeless, and scared.

I hopped off the chair, and onto the bed. I curled up into a little ball, and went over what just happened.

That couldn't have been a ghost because ghosts didn't exist. However, I knew that I was wrong. The figure went through the wall.

Plus, that would explain her. She had appeared, than disappeared all those years ago. I had thought that she was just a figment of my imagination. I was starting to doubt my own sanity.

I closed my eyes, and tried to get my mind off of what had just happened; but my mind wouldn't allow itself to stray.

There was only one word echoing throughout my entire mind. One word that I never wanted to forget. One name; Alma.