"Colours"

Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost Hunt. I definitely wish I did but then it be really lame, not at all brilliant like it is today :D

And now, at last he would get the opportunity to make Naru's life a living hell!

Osamu Yasuhara smirked at his devilish thoughts…

When he entered the empty building of the SPR office on a dull Tuesday morning, he was greeted cheerfully by the brunette assistant.

"Hey Yasu!" She dashed out of the kitchenette holding a tea bag, her expression sheepish. "Thanks for coming on such short notice."

"No problem, Boss. So where's Boss-man?" Feigning curiosity was a talent he had acquired since the age of seven while adults swarmed around him, making jokes and telling him about their expertise on life.

Thank God those days were finally past him.

"In his office as usual." Mai replied and he noticed the tiredness in her expression. "I swear one of these days I'm going to start poisoning his tea. Slowly."

Yasu grinned. Well, he wanted to help with such an auspicious endeavour.

"But I don't understand why he called me." He knew perfectly well why they had called him over here but he wanted to see Mai sweat as she told him the news; already he was planning a hundred ways to give Boss-man an aneurysm.

"Uh…" She scratched her hair nervously. "You know Lin was injured in that Takahashi case, he went to had that wound in his arm checked and the doctors insisted that he stay for a few days so they can ensure that it doesn't fester."

Yasu remembered that case; the violent spirit had attacked first Mai (as per routine) and then had caught the stoic Chinese unawares; his arm had been damaged in the process and even when he had ignored the team's insistence on going to have it checked, Ayako had finally pushed him out of the door, her purse positioned in a fatal assaulting position.

He was evilness personified because he put on his most innocent and questioning expression on his face.

Hehehe.

"Well…" Mai stretched the word. "You have to be Lin's replacement. Until he returns."

Just when the brunette vanished inside the kitchenette to finish Boss's beloved tea, the door to the demon's lair opened and the narcissist himself poked his head out.

"Yasu." He nodded in acknowledgement, leaning in the doorway. "You can take over Lin's office, convert your desk to that space. As far as I know, you'll be using that space for four days or so. I want a complete report on the Takahashi case along with a detailed summary of the next case while you're at it. Now."

And with that heartfelt greeting, the demon boss retired back to his enclosed den.

Yasu resisted the urge to rub his hands.

The Boss would soon be improving his manners towards his team, if he had any say in the matter.

Lin's office was as stoic as he was himself, white-painted walls, a single oak bookshelf with a wooden chest of drawers next to it and a laptop resting on the expensive glass tables. Files were assorted alphabetically, pens and stationery were put in a single black holder.

Ah! The place needed colour!

In about half an hour, he had moved his desk inside the room, put his files in the proper drawers and made the space more friendly. Now all that remained was to sort through that locked drawer for the folder on the next case.

Mindlessly he pulled open the door and was reaching inside to pull out the transparent file when he noticed a collection of colour coded letters.

His eyebrows drawn together, he looked at them.

They were from Madoka…

For a moment, he stared at them unseeingly before he picked the last one out and began to read; as his grey eyes scanned the letter his eyebrows arched with each sentence. Unknowingly, Madoka had just given him fodder to use against her dear boy.

Yasu put the letter down as he steepled his fingers in thought before reaching over to pick up his cell phone.

He scrolled through the numbers until he reached the contact he wanted to call.

Masako.

She picked up on the first ring.

He cackled internally.

"Oh Ma-sa-ko!" Never mind the fact that he almost sang her name out in the creepiest tone possible; the plan that raged in his mind would make anyone feel wicked. "Did you know what Boss-man did in the summer of his fourteenth year?"

A/N: So hey everyone! This is my first Fanfiction EVER and I know it is a bit of on the amateur side but review, 'k? Put down your suggestions or any constructive criticism that may help!

Thanks!

-TheDestinyWitch