Me:Hi~! Thanks for all reviews guys! I cherish every single one! I'd like to take now to warn that this story WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS TO THE ANIME AND MANGA! You've been warned~! And sorry this chapter is so short compared to the last one.

Mai:And Lulucutie12 DOES NOT OWN GHOST HUNT OR IT'S ORIGINAL CHARACTERS!

Me:MAI!*hugs*

Mai:Yes?*pats top of head as if the situation is perfectly normal. Which it totally is.*

Me:Have you seen Naru?

Dresses and Tattletales

Kira stared in awe at the full-length mirror. Or more accurately, her reflection in the mirror. The lace of her dress gave her a graceful, airy look. She couldn't stop herself from twirling so she could look at the dark grey dress at every angle. Truthfully, she was showing a little more skin than she was comfortable with. The knee length of the dress was fine, but it's beaded one shoulder was an entirely new experience to Kira.

"Stop twirling! You're going to mess up your hair!" Michiru lectured her, not moving her eyes from her own fingers fiddling with Mai's hair. Kira stopped spinning, and apologized sheepishly. In a few hours, the SPDA team would be at Mrs. Fujimoto's social. Michiru had offered to help Mai and Kira prepare at her very fancy penthouse apartment. The dresses she was loaning them were part of her yet-to-be-released collection, so you could bet the two females were excited. She'd even done Kira's hair, somehow teasing the blonde locks into a floaty bob. The things you can do with hair… After recovering from slight dizziness from spinning, Kira took another moment to gawk at Mai.

Mai's dress, although stunning, was something Kira would never even try on.

It's open back and strapless sweetheart neckline was enough to send her cowering. Mai looked absolutely breathtaking though. The teal stood out wonderfully against her creamy skin and the material fitted and flowed against her figure perfectly. The fluttering layered skirts of the dress gave a very Mai like feeling of playfulness. Kira had a sneaky feeling the dress may had been designed with Mai as inspiration.

And now the look was complete, with Michiru moving away to reveal Mai's curly up-do. "Ta da!" Michiru called out, happy with her work. Mai giggled and fingered the hem of the dress.

"Kira, you look so pretty!" Mai said, admiringly. Kira blushed. Pretty? That's new.

"So do you, Mai." The brunette thanked her and walked over to the floor to ceiling window.

"Wow Michiru, the view from here is so beautiful. I swear you have the best apartment in Shibuya."

"Well, move in and it can be your apartment too." Mai wrinkled her little nose and the two began to engage in a glare off. Kira had a feeling this argument had come up before. The air was actually starting to get tense. Kira cleared her throat, halting the match.

"Um, I think Akira is on his way to pick us up, so we should probably go to the lobby and wait for him. You know, like nowish would be good."

"Wow." Mai was in total awe.

This had to be one of the most grand places she'd ever house's exterior had been the definition of perfection, and the interior was holding up it's own. Marble floors, intricate white walls, and an enormous crystal chandelier. The ballroom of the Fujimoto mansion was the size of half a football field and was filled with expensively dressed guests.

"Here." Akira handed her a glass of golden bubbles, which she assumed was champagne.

"It'll ease you up a little." Kira advised, looking slightly worried. Mai downed the drink with one swig.

"Okay, do you remember who Yuko is?" Akira questioned. Mai nodded. Even right now, Yuko was in the corner of her vision. "You ready for this?" Again she nodded, determined to complete her goal. She could do this, she would do this.

A small push forward from Akira and a good luck from Kira, and she was off.

"Hi there." Mai looked up the cream tablecloth she had been gazing into and met a pair of opal eyes. Yuko.

"Hi." Mai gave him a sweet smile, which was enough to make his mouth go dry.

"W-would you like a drink?" He asked her politely. Mai felt guilt deep in her stomach. She felt the poor guy was a genuinely nice person. It was a shame she'd have to run to his grandma soon to tattle on him.

"Sure." Yuko plucked two glasses off a waiter's silver platter and handed one to her. Mai let her fingers rest a second longer than necessary on his hand. Yuko's tan cheeks were brushed with pink now. Mai twisted a curl around her finger as she took a sip. "Thank you, Mr.?

"Fujimoto, but a girl as lovely as yourself can just call me Yuko." She beamed at him.

"You're too kind, the pleasure is mine to meet someone who's family is hosting such an esteemed event. I'm Mai, by the way. Mai Tanyiama." He kissed her hand. Oh! That was so cute and gentlemanly!

"Such a pretty name suits a pretty face." A little cheesy yet well played, she admitted. "So would you like to see something amazing, Miss Mai?"

"What kind of something?" The curiosity in her voice sounded perfectly natural. She was such a bad person!

"An antique katana kind of something."

"I'd love too!" But the thrill was just so much fun.

Yuko led her down a maze of impossibly long hallways. As someone who didn't have a- let's say trustworthy- sense of direction, Mai couldn't help but feel a little must have sensed this, because he looked down at her reassuringly. "Don't worry, I grew up in this house. I know this place like the back of my hand."

"I sure hope you know the back of your hand well then." She muttered, focusing hard on the door to her right. Had she passed by that door before? Oh...yeah. All the doors looked the same!Eventually, they reached a mahogany double door. Yuko pulled one of the doors open to reveal a dimly lit room filled with glass cases. Mai scanned her surroundings, wide eyed. Each case held a beautiful antique, which was softly lighted up. Yuko gently pulled her toward the centerpiece of the showroom.

The katana.

It was perched on a cherry wood stand, and the light reflected off the long blade perfectly. Mai wasn't very interested in weaponry in general, but this sword was almost magical in appearance. It's grip was engraved with kanji, although she couldn't make out what it said from this distance.

"It's been in my family for generations. I come look at it all the time." Mai smiled kindly at Yuko. Now it was time to find Mrs. Fujimoto.

Mai walked out of the private room sheepishly. She'd thanked Yuko after the visiting the showroom and left to hesitantly tell his grandmother about it. Then she had to mouth silent apologizes at Yuko while Mrs. Fujimoto chewed his ear off with sentences about stupidity and egos.

Actually, Mai prefered to not recall what their client had said about boys and their egos. Yuck.

She turned her head as she walked through the ballroom, searching for Akira or Kira. Unfortunately, this distraction caused her bump right into a firm chest.

Mai, with an apology already on her lips, looked up.

Only to find herself staring into a pair of cold, sapphire eyes.

I'm evil. Review guys! And seriously, where are you Naru?!