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Hisagi glanced at his wristwatch and frowned when he saw the time. "That's odd. It's been half an hour already. I wonder what happened."

"You… You can see me?" The man—err, the ghost asked in disbelief.

Shunsui backed a bit when the ghost started to walk towards him. He gulped slightly. "Yeah?" he answered unsurely. What should he reply anyway? 'Stay away from me because I know you'll just kill me'? Some ghosts kill by snatching away your healthy soul, right? And what if that ghost wasn't only after his precious soul? He would also go after his sexy body and then ripped his organs and eat his flesh out right away!

The grotesque imagination alone made the brunette's stomach churned.

A soft giggle could be heard from the spirit. "You have no idea how you made me happy."

Yeah. I also had no idea how stupid I am to walk right into your trap and make myself your food sooner or later, Shunsui thought warily. "I'm dreaming, right?" he blurted out.

The ghost frowned. "No, of course not." A pause. "I'll prove you wrong."

As much to the President's horror, the spirit launched himself towards him suddenly, making Shunsui shut his eyes tight, bracing for the impact that never came. Seconds later, when he felt that it was finally safe, he peeked through one eye carefully. He sighed when the lost soul was finally gone. Good grief.

But what was that feeling of something cold attached to his torso?

Looking down gently to himself, Shunsui's eyes almost popped out when he found out that the ghost was now latched to his upper body. Yes, he wasn't gone yet… he was hugging him tightly instead!

"See. I told you you're not dreaming." A soft giggle followed.

As if on cue, all the active brain cells of the brunette went suicidal inside his mind, making him faint indignantly.

Somebody… help me.

"Sir?" Shake. "Sir?" Shake. Shake. "Please, don't scare me like this. Wake up now, Sir." Shake. "Sir!"

Water splash.

"Ah!" Shunsui sat up immediately as a cold glass of water was thrown right into his face. He looked around the brightly lit room and found a familiar face. "What the hell was that, Hisagi?!"

The later sighed in relief. "I thought I might have to bring you to the nearest hospital." He smiled sheepishly when his boss gave him a deathly glare. "Sorry, sir. That's the only way I know how."

"Alright. Thank you," Shunsui muttered sarcastically as he got up on his feet.

"What happened in here?"

The former didn't answer and thought for a while, replaying the events before he passed out. He finished his work late; supposed to went home but he realized he forgot his keys in the office; and instead of going back down he followed some foot steps and ended up in a dark male comfort room, and then… and then he talked to a lost soul. A male one with long white hair.

As if Hisagi would believe him if he ever told that.

"Sir?" The security guard eyed him worriedly. "I think you hit your head on the floor when you fainted."

Shunsui rolled his eyes. "No, I'm not. Look, I'm fine now so maybe you should go back to your post. That's better." He looked at him. "And thank you again."

"No problem, sir."

Shunsui tried to stifle the yawn while forcing his heavy eyelids to open widely. Unfortunately for him, it was just two hours more before his work when he went home. The sun was already peaking through the horizons when he drove sleepily towards his condominium. So basically, he hadn't slept yet.

Luckily though, he managed not to fall asleep in his office for half of the day. It was been a few hours after lunch already, and the sun was quietly setting down once again for another night time to come along the way. Nothing happened again for the rest of Shunsui's day. Nothing than keeping himself awake and thinking about the lost soul he met just last night.

He couldn't believe it. As if everything during those moments was like hallucination or creative imagination or something. Because he, who strongly opposed the idea of super natural beings like that, had actually encountered one himself. What was more? It talked to him. The thing was it even hugged him!

The brunette wanted to bang his head from then and now, trying to shake off the eerie feeling emanating from himself.

It felt weird conversing with something you didn't know existed.

Sighing, he stood up in front of a body mirror instead, adjusting his pink neck tie as he looked at his reflection. He noticed the dark rings under his eyes and touched the right one. "Damn. I really need a drink tonight."

Dusting off his sleeves, Shunsui suddenly noticed a silhouette beginning to form beside his clear reflection. It was like particles of dust combining themselves to make out a figure. A figure which was seems familiar to Shunsui.

Uh oh, not again.

"Hello! We meet again!" The ghost once again haunted him—with a cute sincere smile.

Shunsui gasped and went pale. His mouth suddenly went dry.

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I? I know you came again to eat my soul in which you failed to do last night! Argh! I don't know what I did wrong to you, but please… please don't come back into my life again! I still wanted to live happily!"

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Yes—no! You're creepy that's all!"

The spirit looked hurt. "But I just want your help."

Why does a spirit has to be cute and pretty… even though a man, damn it!

In broad light, Shunsui finally managed to see the face of the spirit clearly—long white hair that reaches half of his spine; pale skin; brown eyes; black eyebrows; the blue sweater he wore; and most especially, that beautiful angelic face that seems impossible for a guy to have.

I suddenly feel guilty for accusing someone of evil deeds looking like that.

"You're not after my soul or something?"

"Why would I do that? I had been living once."

The brunette looked at him skeptically. The other didn't seem like lying, everything in him showed only honesty. Even expressions and emotions. "Okay. Sorry." He relaxed a bit. "Err… you need my help? Why me?"

"Because you're the only one who can see me."

"Huh?"

"No one ever felt my presence, or entity. Nobody could hear me when I cried or asks for help. Then you came along last night… I felt very happy."

Shunsui bit his lip. "Tell me exactly what happened to you before you became you know, a wandering soul. I might consider helping you out for the sake of this company's peace."

The white-haired spirit looked out of the window and began, "It was twenty years ago. I live with my family in the South Province of this country. Our place was one of the unlucky, having no place to earn money or living. So being the eldest of the two siblings, with twins on the way, I decided to go to city to find work myself. During those times, this building was still under construction, almost finish, and in fact the first infrastructure to be built in the area. I heard this was a publishing company, and so I decided to check it out. You see, I like writing children stories. And then that was when it happened."

Shunsui, now beside the ghost watching the sunset, asked, "Who killed you?"

The spirit shook his head. "I wasn't murdered. It was all an accident, really." He paused to look at the other. "When I walked past by this building, I notice a little boy with a cap, playing his ball. I believe he was five years old at those times, but I didn't get to see his face since his back was turned against me. And then unexpectedly… some metal debris from the highest floor began to fall down towards the little boy. Of course, I didn't know what to do. I panicked. So instinctively, I ran towards him and pushed him from the way, making myself the victim."

"Nobody helped you afterwards?"

A nod. "Yes, but not because they didn't want to, but because nobody noticed my injured body rolling down nearby a cement pit. Until then, nobody found out about me since I was buried along sands and cements underneath. And so that's it, I'm wandering around this place for a very long time now. I have no way of getting outside because I'm bounded here ever since."

Shunsui looked sad, horror, sympatric, angry, and everything in all. It was such a terrible story to comprehend. It was like a hero died uselessly in a battle where no one even honored or recognized. It was indeed an unfair death. Now, he really felt guilty for accusing him of something unbelievable. "Are you still seeking justice that's why you couldn't manage to leave this planet?"

Another shook of the head. "It's not justice I'm after. I do not regret saving an innocent little boy. I could even imagine him having a happy life now, who ever he is. I'm even glad that he doesn't probably know me, because I might even burden him by blaming his own conscience for being saved. What I wanted is for my family to found out what actually happened to me all these years. Because I know… that they are still looking for me. I just wanted them to find out that I'm deceased for twenty years. I don't like it when they felt like I already forgot about them. They are the most precious things to me; my father, my mother, my younger brother, and the twins I haven't able to watch as they grow up. I just wanted myself and them to be finally at peace."

Pregnant pause and heavy silence filled the room. Shunsui swore he saw some tears forming and threatening to fall any moment from those chocolate orbs. "Don't cry, silly. You're going to mar that pretty face," Shunsui told him convincingly and sweetly, but sincere and genuine. If he could have any way to hug that lonely soul, he would, but he couldn't. He already forgot his currently fear for the ghost, for now he had a reason to admire him instead. "Hey, sorry for my attitude lately. I was raised knowing that ghosts are snatcher of souls. I apologized for being freaked out."

The former smiled. "It's nothing. It's not everyday you meet the likes of me. I understand that kind of reaction." Shunsui smiled back. "What's your name by the way, Mister?"

"Shunsui Kyoraku."

"Jushiro Ukitake."

Sorry for making you wait, guys. It's been past 90 days already with no update. I deeply apologize. I hope this chapter deserves the wait. Tell me again what you think, so I can improve my writing more for the next many chapters. Thank you again for your support.