So here's chapter 5. I feel like not much actually happens, but I guess here's part of his 'training'.

Shinichi was getting frustrated. It had been over a week and he hadn't made any progress with controlling his abilities, or even finding where they were located, at all. His parents had come every day to check up on him, and his mother had started moving his body around to help it get the exercise it needed. She said that it would hopefully make it easier for him when he returned to his body.

Shinichi was sure she was just happy she got to touch him without being pushed away.

Akako had left when visiting hours were over the first day and hadn't been back since. She said there was nothing else she could do besides wait for him to figure it out on his own. Kaito had stopped by for an hour every day, most of the time just sitting by the bed and not saying anything. The blue eyed teens' mother had suggested he talk, but the magician had simply shaken his head and remained quiet. As much as he wanted to let his friend know he was alright, Shinichi wasn't ready to drag Kaito into this.

Saguru and Heiji had each stopped by the other day and spent their time telling him about what he'd been missing. They'd voiced their concerns for Kaito and had promised to stop by again before leaving. Shinichi hadn't missed the way Heiji's eyes scanned the room a few times. He'd noticed that the Osakan was more in-tune to the spirits around them, but he also noticed how uncomfortable it made his friend.

Shinichi was surprised that none of the spirits in the hospital tried to talk to him. The one time he'd ventured out of his room, the most he'd gotten were stares before they moved away from him. He'd been upset, but one child spirit that was on the verge of crossing over had asked if he was an angel. When the blue eyed teen denied it and asked why, the child had simply said that he was glowing. He'd looked at his hands, but from his point of view, he was the same as the others.

When he mentioned it to his parents, his father had brought up the possibility of the glow being related to his abilities. It had put a damper on his mood. Even as a ghost he was shunned for being different.

He was interrupted from his musings when the door opened and Akako strode in, eyes narrowing on him. Before he could say anything, she began speaking. "It's been over a week Kudo-kun. Most children with powers are able to find their center and begin working on control by now. Yet you have made no progress. At the rate you're going, you'll never get back into your body."

The blue eyed teen flinched at the reminder before crossing his arms and narrowing his own eyes. "I've been trying. Forgive me, your highness, if your instructions were vague."

Akako strode forward until she was right in front of him. "Do you even care how this is effecting those around you?"

Shinichi growled. He'd been dedicating nearly every second of every day into trying to 'find his center'. He knew exactly how hard those around him were taking this. He knew that the longer it took the less likely he'd be able to return to his body. "If you're so worried about Kuroba, why don't you use one of your spells to make him happy again?"

"I would if I could!" The blue eyed teen blinked in surprise at the admission and moisture gathering in the female's eyes. Akako took a deep breath and stepped away. "My magic doesn't work on Kuroba-kun. So the only way I can make him happy again is to get you back into that body."

Feeling all the anger drain out of him, the ghost sighed. "I really am trying; however, I just can't make sense of what you gave me to work with. I know you said I have to feel it, but I can't stop trying to think of it logically."

The witch turned and strode towards the bedside table, grabbing the charm and holding it up to him. "What is this?"

Confused at the sudden change in topic, he answered, "It's a charm to keep spirits away. I got it when I was around five from a temple."

The scarlet eyed female crushed it in her hand, fire licking her palm and burning it away. She ignored his protests and took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands with. "That thing, did absolutely nothing." Seeing his confused expression, she elaborated, "There was no power coming from it. It was simply a small bag on a string with a piece of paper inside. It never kept spirits away from you Kudo-kun." She grabbed the gloves and tossed them into the nearby trashcan, adding his earplugs and glasses as well. "Those are the same. They did nothing about the spirits around you."

"But they-"

"Did nothing." She strode back over to him, her eyes fierce. "You were the one doing those things Kudo-kun. You were controlling your powers unconsciously, believing it was because of those ordinary objects. You tricked your own mind into believing those helped because you were so desperate for something to work. Yet in reality, it was your own doing that kept your powers at bay."

He'd…been controlling his powers this whole time? He thought of the time he first covered his ears with something. He'd just wanted to stop hearing the voices of the dead that kept bombarding him. He'd begged for them to just go away as he clamped his mother's headphones over his ears and turned up the music to drown them out.

When the music had ended, he'd found that while the ghosts were still visible, he couldn't hear them even as their mouths moved. To his younger self, it had been nothing short of a miracle. He'd started to wear the headphones everywhere after that, eventually transferring to the earplugs when the school complained.

When he'd explained it to his parents, it was his father who suggested he try glasses. The elder Kudo male had explained that if it had worked with headphones, maybe the same would hold true with glasses. Shinichi had readily agreed, and quickly put on his father's spare pair. Thinking back, he couldn't remember if it had worked at the time because the prescription had been so strong he couldn't see anything and made him dizzy. Gloves had just been a natural progression afterwards.

When he'd first gotten the charm, he'd believed it created a force field around him. He'd attributed the fact that spirits couldn't get close enough to possess him to the charm that Akako had just burned. Yet now she was telling him that all those things had been because of him rather than the objects themselves.

Closing his eyes, he remembered the feeling he'd had when he'd first gotten the charm. The way his young mind had imagined an invisible shield surrounding him. If he were the one who'd created it, maybe he could shrink it. He imagined himself inside a bubble and slowly watched as said bubble shrank. Remembering how the child had told him he was glowing, he imagined the bubble was containing that glow, constricting it more and more as it shrank in size.

Eventually he stopped when the glowing bubble was no bigger than his fist, contained at the center of his body rather than his heart of head. He opened his eyes and glanced at his hands with a frown. He didn't feel any different than before, and had no way of checking if it had worked or not.

Looking up at the scarlet eyed female, he saw her grinning. "So you can do it." Heading towards the door, she paused just before leaving. "I don't know if I'll see you again, but if you ever hurt Kuroba-kun like this again, I can assure you our meeting won't be as pleasant as this one."

Shinichi frowned, wondering why every time someone left lately it was with a threat to his wellbeing.

Going over to his body, he took a breath and slowly stuck his hand into the softly rising and falling chest. He waited a few moments, but nothing happened. Frowning, he closed his eyes and reimagined his bubble. Instead of the small one he'd had earlier though, it was back to being its original size. Concentrating while keeping his hand in his body's chest, he squeezed the bubble back into the fist size he'd made it earlier, all the glow contained inside. He was about to open his eyes when the bubble slowly started expanding once again.

Eyebrows knitting in concentration, he forced the bubble back into the small size. He kept his focus on the bubble, making sure it stayed contained. After a few minutes passed, he opened his eyes again. Waiting a moment, he closed his eyes once more, sighing in frustration when the bubble was back to its larger size.

Taking his hand from his body's chest, he let his head drop. Now that he knew where his center was and how to start containing his abilities, the next logical step was getting the powers to stay contained. Sitting on the ground – or, floating a few inches above the ground – he crossed his legs and closed his eyes. Maybe if he concentrated on it long enough, the bubble would stay. Attempting to relax, he refocused on the bubble, squishing it back to the fist size he wanted it.

Hopefully once he was able to keep his abilities contained he could go back to his body.

I don't know why this seems so short to me when it's actually longer than the previous chapter. Anyway, there's a look into his 'training'. Probably the most I'll write with him still in ghost form. ...probably. Don't forget to let me know what you thought!

Oh, and for those who are thinking it was too easy how he learned it, why should learning to control your powers be something complex? Most people would discover their powers as kids, and as such learn or figure out how to control them on their own. So it doesn't have to be hard.