Welcome, readers, to my first Ghost Hunt Fanfiction. I hope you enjoy. Angel Of Pandemonium

I don't own Ghost Hunt, though I wish that I did.

Prologue

"Goodbye, Mai." He said, as he stepped toward the terminal for the airplane that would take him back to England. His voice, as usual was calm and placated. Cool. Almost devoid of emotion. She painted on a smile, her heart was shattering again, but she- for the moment- was numb. Bou-san looked over at her, and sighed. He shook his head.

"I'll take you home, Mai." He muttered, putting his hand on her shoulder, ignoring the slight tremor that shook through the girl.

She shrugged. It didn't matter, she thought hollowly. She only had enough to pay her rent for one more month (counting the last month's pay that her landlord had asked for prior to her moving in…). But, she nodded and followed the Monk out of the airport.

When she got home, she stopped, as the realization that Naru- no, Oliver Davis- was not coming back hit her. She stood in the entryway of her apartment. Something broke from her… a barely visible ripple of power ripped away from her body like the start of a tidal wave in the middle of the ocean.

The mirrors and pictures in her house shattered, all glass and porcelain fragmented and broke around her. Furniture hit the walls with a dull thud. She heard a sound that was neither a sob or a moan, but somewhere in between from somewhere in the apartment. It sounds like a wounded animal… she thought dully, and realized that it had come from… herself. She fell to her knees, and then the tears started.

Her world was fractured; distorted and broken. Like her heart.

She sobbed, mourning her heart, and his (though, for the life of her, she did not know why she cared anymore). Furniture, glass, and pieces of porcelain flew around her room like a tornado, she was at the eye of the storm, her misery was the torrent that carried it. She could not breath for the tears she cried, she could not see for the red in front of her eyes, and she could not think for the pure agonized torment that radiated through her body.

Her emotion- charged psychokinesis raged for days, missing two weeks of school.

She hid the wreckage that was her emotional and mental state, if only in public. Though, she knew a few people, teachers, and friends, suspected that something was wrong. And slowly, oh, so slowly, she found that she was able to hide it from her friends from school.

To those closest to her, her eyes were truly the window to her ragged soul. Lifeless, devoid of any emotion. Even Kuroda, the other PK user, had commented, saying that her eyes were the kind of glazed over you only saw on the dead.

She didn't let them know the extent of the damage done to her emotional health, though she knew that they had guessed- especially as windows broke around her at the mere mention of her former boss.

… Yet, for some reason, she could not throw the damn picture away. The one thing that had not been broken during that first night. The picture of the twins that had warped her life. She was empty…. A void of emotion because of them…. Or rather, the younger of the twins…

So, there's the Preface. Chapter one is written, so it should be up soon. Read and Review. AOP