I don't own Ghost Hunt; I only own my OC and her intrusion in she literally takes the place of Mai, and the series continues after that. Constructive criticism is welcome as always. This chapter has been revisited and revised for any grammar mistakes and additions that I felt were necessary to add! So, this will be a longer chapter compared to the thousand words or, so it had been before I revisited it. I'm also trying to give Yuki a more active role; she wasn't too active in my first run through with this story. So, guess what I found on an old flash drive, as some of you may know I took down this story due to guest reviews spamming me stating that I wasn't following the guidelines. I would've talked to them if it hadn't been for it being the same person using different accounts; they signed every one of their comments. It wasn't the smartest of moves. So, just a fair warning I have made serious changes to the story and might be adding more to it or removing parts I personally didn't like. The chapters will come out in small intervals while I try to work on other things and try to find a job at the same time. I'm also switching the point of view to third person because I no longer write in the first person.

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An icy rain pitter-pattered against the sidewalk as a woman with platinum-blonde hair laid down on it. Her red eyes stared up at the sky as blood slowly pooled from a gnarly gunshot wound in the side of her head. A violin case was on the ground next to her, broken from the impact of its fall. The woman wondered what had happened as she heard an ambulance in the distance. She could somewhat see the lights in the distance as everything turned cold and darkened around her. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell as her chest stopped moving completely.

That was how she died, from a gunshot would of all things. She wondered if the universe knew the significance of rainfall during a death. She doubted it, but if she could a part of her would've laughed at how ridiculous it all was. It seemed that she had finally pissed off the wrong person and they had taken their revenge on a perceived slight on their person. Dying was like falling asleep if she were to be truthful, but she found one peculiarity. She wasn't supposed to wake up from such a slumber, yet she did.

Everything was blurred around her, and she tried to fumble around for her glasses. Her body was freezing, and at the same time far too warm. Her lungs burned from the intake of cool air into them, and she let out confused sounds every so often. Her hands, smaller than she remembered and far too chubby, smacked into something and a light chuckle was the response to her sudden attack. A language was being spoken around her and she couldn't understand it, but knew what it was. Japanese. Why was she around people who spoke Japanese? Last time she checked she had been in the San Bernardino area, up near the State University, so why? She couldn't truly figure it out. She took in another breath and felt that frigid air burn her lungs and a painful expression passed over her face. A few people began to rapidly speak before a woman's voice said something in a whisper.

She was handed to the woman and all she could hear was a soft humming as she was rocked back and forth like a babe. She was so confused as to what was going on that as she let out sounds of distress the woman seemed more determined to calm her down. Soon, her eyelids began to droop as the woman's soft voice lulled her into a sense of comfort and security. She'd have her answer's soon, even if she had to yell at such a woman.

A year. It took her a year to even think about her questions, and they suddenly came to her as she was trying to learn Japanese from the woman she now referred to as Mother. She scrunched up her face as her mother used all the visuals and baby speech to teach her one year old her words. Her mother knew that her daughter was more aware of the world than a normal child, having seen one too many times where she would focus on something before looking away to mess with one of her cloth toys. So, when her daughter seemed to give her a stink eye, she gained a soft smile before trying again only to get the same response. She gave a soft hum before moving to the kitchen and making herself a cup of tea and a small sippy cup filled with juice for her daughter.

Yoshida Miyuki was certain that there was something about her daughter that would catch eyes as she grew older. The bright platinum-blonde hair and red eyes were such things. She got them from her, even though albinism was a genetic rarity. She almost felt bad for her daughter but knew that she would be able to walk with her head held high and ignore the naysayers that existed in Japan. She would be just like her mother in that regard, though she wondered what else she'd inherit due to her. She looked towards her child sitting in the pillow fort with a small stuffed bear with her. Her daughter was currently looking at a yellow pillow with an expression of sympathy, obviously unamused by the colour chosen. She brought the tea and the sippy cup into the room and gently sat down on her knees to continue their lesson, her eyes narrowing behind her steel wire-rimmed glasses. She took in a deep breath before smiling softly at her daughter, getting one in return.

"Okay, we shall try again, say mom," Miyuki coached, and she saw that smile disappear immediately.

Her daughter had issues with forming the words in Japanese, yet seemed to know exactly what she was saying when she spoke her native tongue. French of all things, and she wondered how that happened seeing as all that was spoken around her daughter was Japanese. She tilted her head as her daughter slowly moved her mouth and attempted to speak, getting a rather garbled "okan-sam" instead of the actual word. Miyuki couldn't help but smile and let out a small giggle at the face that her daughter made. It was equal parts frustration and disbelief, something that seemed out of place on a one-year-old face. The tears that welled up in her daughter's eyes caused her to cease her giggling and fix her with a gentle smile.

"You can do it, Yuki-chan!" Miyuki cheered her daughter on.

"Mom!" Yuki finally exclaimed; her Japanese still heavily accented.

Yuki had never really known her original mother but found that she didn't mind so much seeing as Miyuki was a prime example of one. She was sweet-natured, but stern when she needed to be and had such a sense of morality that it was infectious. Yuki liked making the woman proud and if talking made her so, then she would excel at it. She supposed that positive reinforcement worked better than she originally perceived. She grinned as Miyuki picked her up with surprisingly rough hands and gently rubbed her nose into her fat cheeks. Yuki let out a series of giggles as she did so. Miyuki joined for a while before she let out a breath that sounded painful. Small chubby hands gently patted against hollow cheeks and Miyuki smiled at her daughter before placing her back down in her fort, picking up a nearby toy and handing it to her. The soft, white teddy bear was her favourite toy, and it would easily distract her daughter from her health problems. Haru the cuddle bear always got the job done at relaxing her daughter at night.

The front door made a clicking sound as someone unlocked it and opened it. The cold air from outside entered the sitting room and Yuki let out a shiver before holding Haru closer. A man, dressed up as the stereotypical Japanese salaryman, with slicked-back brown hair and almond-shaped brown eyes closed the door behind him before removing his heavy coat and placing it on a nearby hook. He removed his shoes before entering the sitting area and he knelt next to the fort and peered in at his daughter as she looked up at him a smile on her face. He enjoyed coming home to his wife and daughter, it chased away some of the horrors he saw as an investigative lawyer. He smiled back at Yuki and gently pressed a kiss to the top of her head, messing with the curls that his wife had most likely spent hours getting under control. Miyuki let out a sigh and his smile turned into a grin.

"How was work, dear?" Miyuki questioned as he let out a yawn.

He stretched with it and his back let out a loud crack, garnering a look of awe from his daughter. He picked her up from the fort and rested her against his hip as he moved into the kitchen to talk to his wife. He got a chubby hand messing with his striped tie and he looked down to see Yuki studying it before yanking on it slightly. That was normal child behaviour, he knew that much.

"The usual of course, Watanabe was slacking off again, so I was stuck with most of the paperwork," He informed her, shrugging slightly, and getting two identical looks of annoyance from his girls.

"I hope your boss will eventually say something to him, you can get sick from the amount of stress that much paperwork can cause," Miyuki stated with a small huff, he walked over to her and rested his chin on her shoulder.

He even pressed a gentle kiss against her neck, and she sent him an unamused look at that, though there was a bit of playfulness in her eyes. She wasn't mad at him, but at the situation. He heard a quiet huff from his daughter before her eyes widened as if a sudden thought came to her. He could see the distress in her eyes and worried about her. A normal child wouldn't have such clear emotions like that, they'd be happy to just relax and watch the world around them. He wondered if he got the prodigy child somehow, and briefly contemplated bragging to his co-workers, but decided against it. This was his little girl; he'd rather keep her away from people who wanted to use her for their own personal gains.

"Hey, Yu, don't you worry about a thing," He softly told her as she looked up at him with her wide eyes that reminded him of her mother, "Daddy isn't planning on going anywhere for a long time, I have to scare the boys away don't I?"

A dark expression crossed his face at that thought and his daughter let out a soft giggle at that. He was back to wondering just how much his child understood, she got the scary papa reference with ease. Perhaps it was his tone and expression? He didn't know, but gently tapped the tip of her nose to increase her giggles. Miyuki rolled her eyes in amusement before moving to grab some vegetables out of the fridge.

"You better dear, or else I will raise you from the dead just to nag at you," Miyuki warned him.

"A fate worse than death," He jokingly said, and she shot him a slight pout at that while their daughter laughed at his antics, "you hear that Yu, she wants to nag me for eternity. Not a bad thing at all."

Things started to get strange for Yuki as she grew older. At four years old she started to have nightmares of her death and of the different ways a person could die. Some of being hit by a car, but the one that scared her the most was the one where she was drowning. She had been afraid of drowning back in her previous life, so to see it follow her wasn't that strange. It was the sudden aversion to public pools and baths that caused her parents to worry. Yuki was once someone who could be quoted as saying, "fuck the ocean, I don't want to be inside of it" as she wrapped her arms and legs around the trunk of a palm tree. That had been a wild spring break and had garnered her several dirty looks from families around her with small children. She was reminded of that situation as she sat on a bright pink beach towel at one of the many Japanese beaches.

Her mother and father sat behind her with large novels open. Yuki was the only one that was reading a smaller book, though she wondered about it. Harry Potter had been released in 1997, and according to her mother, it was a recent release. So, it gave her a reasonable date to work from. She titled her head in thought and realized that they weren't the odd family with a working VCR, but normal. She questioned if she had been thrown back in time instead of being reborn like a normal person. That would be just her luck. She went and got shot in the head and ended up in the past, growing up in Japan where she stood out like a sore thumb. She was just going to go with the idea that nothing made sense anymore. Her shoulder-length hair fell into her face as she turned her head to crack her neck, it was growing sore from her bad posture as she read.

"Yu, why don't you go into the water?" Her father offered with a slight smile, "It seems like it'd be more fun than sitting here and reading."

Miyuki sent him a look at that and then looked at her daughter, before looking back at him. Yuki watched the exchange while scratching the back of her head in thought, contemplating sending him a raised brow. Her mother knew that she was afraid of deep water, but he seemed unsure of how to go about it. She gave a quiet sigh and sent the ocean a glare before looking back at him with a slight frown.

"I don't want to go into the water," She informed him in a childish tone, "I don't like the idea of something wrapping around my leg and not getting back up to the surface."

"That's Thalassophobia," Miyuki stated as her husband frowned in concern at their daughters' words, "I had a colleague that suffered from the same thing, though some people believed it was Aquaphobia. Thalassophobia is the fear of large bodies of water while Aquaphobia is the fear of water itself."

He understood the explanation but couldn't help but worry as his daughter leaned into Miyuki's side and continued to read her book. She was easily dehydrated, and her albinism caused her issues with the sun. He returned to his book and for half an hour it was quiet until a boy his daughter's age ran up to their towel with a shy expression on his tanned face. His natural blonde hair was covered in sand, and he waited for her to look up before saying something.

"Excuse me," He quietly said, and she placed her thumb where she had been reading and waited patiently for him to continue, "the group of kids I'm playing with wanted to start up a new game and we need one more player, would you like to join us?"

He was missing his front teeth, so his "s" sound was a bit slightly off. Yuki tilted her head side to side as she thought about it before giving him an apologetic smile. She caught a woman with two identical boys sitting a while away from their towel and wondered why he hadn't asked them. Wouldn't other boys be better to play against than a girl who was sickly looking?

"No, thank you, but I'd rather stay with my parents," She informed him with a kind smile.

He gave a quick nod as his face started to grow red. He quickly spun on his heel and headed back to his group. A few of the boys gave him pats on the shoulders and she wondered what that was about before shrugging it off. Her father, on the other hand, couldn't shrug it off and grumbled to himself. Miyuki shook her head in amusement and slight adoration of her husband.

"Oh hush, she's just like me when I was her age," Miyuki informed him, "she won't know why she likes someone until she finally figures out why she finds someone attractive."

Yuki knew that was unlikely. It hadn't happened in her previous life so she doubted that it would happen in a second life. She went back to her book and got absorbed in the world that was crafted before her that she missed the quiet argument that ended up with her father sleeping on the couch for that night. It was quite amusing to see him pout the next morning before Miyuki gave him a sweet smile and a gentle kiss to the forehead as a show that all was forgiven.

When Yuki was five, she changed what she wanted to be. She had been going to university to be a psychiatrist in her previous life, but when she saw her mother working, she wanted to be just like her. Her mother was a consulting detective of sorts, she wasn't too sure on the specifics of the job she did the woman never seemed to want to discuss it when asked about it. Her mother would be called into different places to investigate the building and find out if a murder had occurred. She could be highly analytical, and it was always amazing to hear what she would discover, though Yuki was typically stuck with her father during those days. He was trying to get her to do things that normal children did, but he was slowly figuring out that it was a losing battle. He was the one that had caved in and bought her a violin when he had seen her eyeing it as they shopped for a birthday present for her mother. Yuki felt bad for him.

His daughter would never be normal. Most children her age didn't read mystery books, they ran outside with their friends and played under the sun. She had to stay inside due to her condition, she wasn't in the mood to wear heavy layers just to run around outside, so most of the children her age in the area were already weary of her. It was fine, it allowed her to focus on her schoolwork which saw her skipping a grade.

He sighed through his nose one day as he turned on the TV. Yuki's head whipped to the side so quickly that he was surprised he didn't hear a loud snap. She was looking at the TC in such confusion he wanted to laugh. He patted the spot next to him on the sofa and she climbed up onto it. She was transfixed with the show he had put on. Merlin, from the BBC. It was a show that shouldn't even be in production yet. But there she was sitting on the couch with her father watching Colin Morgan act his heart out as Merlin. She was baffled for a few minutes and waited until the show was over to go practice the violin. It allowed her to think. Time was progressing differently than it did during her first life, certain things had been moved back into history and others hadn't been invented yet. She sighed as she started playing the opening strings of Vivaldi's Storm. There wasn't much she could do about that, after all, she wasn't a god.

She wished she were.

Yuki had just turned six when her life began to spiral. Her day was normal, she went to school and learned what the teacher taught before returning home to spend quality time with her mother while doing her homework. She didn't really think anything of it, except for the fact that her mother wasn't home yet. She finished her homework and decided to read a book on Psychic abilities, something that her mother had left out on the coffee table. She wondered why her parents had such books, but didn't know how to bring them up in conversation. As she read the book, she began to formulate several thoughts, one of which was if these abilities could be tested with science. Could they be shown to be real or fake with extensive testing? She wondered about that. She gathered she was putting too much thought into such silly fantasies.

"Welcome home, mama!" She greeted as the front door opened and her mother walked in.

Miyuki's cheeks and nose were a bright red from the cold, and she smiled happily at her daughter as she got up from the couch to greet her. The small six-year-old shivered at the cold air that nipped at her skin and brought her arms around her. She had broken the habit of calling her parents Mother and Father after the first few sad looks they had given her. It made them so happy to hear the childish terms of endearments.

"Do you know what today is, Yuki-chan?" Miyuki asked and her daughter tilted her head in thought, her face blanking of emotion.

"Todays the thirteenth of January, my birthday," Yuki said in a monotone as she remembered what was written on the chalkboard that morning in class.

"You sound so unexcited," Miyuki muttered with a pout, pinching Yuki's cheek and stretching it.

Yuki let out a sound of disagreement as she gently batted at the woman's hands. Eventually, Miyuki released her cheek and the gloomy six-year-old rubbed at the sore, red skin. Miyuki gently chuckled at her daughter before reaching into her coat and extracting the gift she had gotten her daughter. Red eyes brightened at the sight of the golden retriever puppy as she accepted it. The puppy didn't even wait for a few seconds before licking Yuki's cheek, eliciting a happy grin from the elementary school student. She was so happy that her gift was so well received.

"I'm going to name you Bones," Yuki informed the puppy.

The puppy was quiet for a few seconds as if contemplating the name, before letting out a bark. Its tail wagged crazily as its new owner gently brought it into a happy hug. It was just as elated at having a new owner as its owner was at having it.

"See, she agrees with me that it's her name," Yuki stated.

Miyuki felt a sudden pain in her chest and let out a weak chuckle. Yuki's smile dropped slightly as her eyes misted over. The last thing she saw was her daughter's startled and fear-filled expression. Yuki couldn't catch her mother as she dropped to the ground as if she couldn't stop herself with a hand. Bones whined in her arms, and she placed the puppy down as she tried to help her mother. She felt around her neck with trembling hands to try and find a pulse, it was stronger than the one in the wrist. She didn't feel relieved as she found one, her mother was in a vicarious situation. She scrambled to her feet and sprinted to the phone, not caring that she was making a racket. She quickly dialled the number to her father's office.

"Hello, this is Yoshida Nara, how may I help you?" Her father's voice crackled through the receiver.

"Papa, it's me," Yuki stated before she steeled herself to tell him what happened, "Mama fainted, and I don't know what to do."

"I'm on my way," Nara stated as he heard his daughter's breathing stutter for a few seconds as she fought down panic, "try to help her as much as you can, Yuki."

"Right," Yuki confirmed.

She hung up and her hands continued to shake as she put the phone back on the receiver. She was panicking like a normal child, she may have prided herself at being smarter than her peers, but she felt as though they would know what to do. She shook her head and moved to her mother and turned her onto her back to see what was going on. Her mother's face was highly flushed and sweat was going down it in rivers. She quickly got up to her feet and dashed to the hall closet and picked a clean rag to wet down to try and cool her down. She ran back and placed it on her mother's forehead. A gentle hand on her cheek let her know that her mother was somewhat aware of what was going on. She felt her leg wanting to bounce as the minutes ticked by. Her father's work wasn't that far away, only five by car and ten by foot. As it passed the ten-minute mark she knew that something was wrong. She got up and sprinted out the front door. She heard a bark behind her, and she looked back at the puppy that was sending her a worried look.

"Bones, stay there!" She shouted back.

Bones did as she said, and she continued her sprint across her front yard. Small rocks cut into her feet, though the snow started to numb them. It had been a strange year where they had gotten quite a bit of snow. She ignored the pain as she slipped on a patch of hidden ice, her hands were all cut up from her fall, but she pushed through it. Her mother was more important. She came to a stop outside her neighbour's house. Takeshi Misa was an eccentric woman with short brown hair in a bob.

To say the pounding on her door surprised her would be a lie. Misa opened it and saw a panicking child that was bleeding heavily from her hands and feet, and she went into overdrive. A quick explanation from her friend's child got her rushing over to the house and checking on her old friend. Seeing no reaction from her pupils as she opened her eyes she moved to the phone and called emergency services. She watched as that child was taken to the hospital with her mother.

Yuki sat in a chair beside her parent's beds, her feet and hands wrapped up in heavy gauze. She felt numb, even as she was informed what was going to happen if they flatlined. The doctor was kind, but she could only nod and confirm that she understood. She wondered what was going to happen after they passed away. She knew that her mother was in critical condition, but her father had been a horrible surprise. He had been hit by a car that had slid on ice outside his office. She knew better, there was no ice outside his building just for that reason. They always made sure it was ice-free when he went into work. She heard them, the whispers. She was a cursed child that couldn't even cry for her parents. An ugly part of her sneered at their words as she felt herself closing off from the world around her. The last bit of her parent's that she had, was Bones and even then, not much was getting through. Everything shut down when her parent's flatlined, they had written in their wills that they didn't want to be resuscitated. Her eyes dimmed after that day, and her guardian was chosen from a small list they had left behind.

It wouldn't be until her senior year of high school that she would start to feel again or at last show everyone what she was feeling.