Title: Danger! Danger! Paranormal Scifi Nerd With A Crush
Pairing/Characters: Tsunayoshi Sawada, Gokudera Hayato, Yamamoto Takeshi, Mukuro Rokudo, 5927
Rating/Warnings: T, Very Sarcastic narrator, Tragic Events sprinkled with Comedy, Crack

Summary: Dame Tsuna after receiving what could be considered the world's lamest death, is now stuck wondering the earth as a ghost. Bored and having nothing else to do he chooses to haunt a college dorm with a certain crazy delinquent.

Into the Demon's Cage

Tsuna walked through wall to wall, occasionally walking on things he didn't want to see. He had seen a couple of things that scarred his mind, and things he didn't want to see. Which went from a range of awkward sex scenes, a guy who was pretending to be a superhero rabbit and broke his TV in his ninja attempt, and one guy who seemed very deep into a noise picking expedition, Tsuna sometimes had wished he couldn't walk into walls so easily.

He had been through half of the school already and he couldn't see any sign of a demon or a ghost.

How Tsuna wanted to find a place and sleep. But he had came up with the idea, and he didn't want to disappoint Gokudera without at least trying to see the whole school. He moved through more rooms, occasionally stopping if he saw Kyoko's friends, and listening over their conversations. He had been lucky that Kyoko had been in her friends' room and they had been in an inept discussion about cake.

She had looked so cute with her face scrunched up with her determined visage.

"Kyoko." Tsuna could feel his mouth drool a bit. He was so happy to even see Kyoko again. Too bad he could never even ask her on a date. He couldn't even be rejected properly by her, because he was a ecoplasmatic substance that couldn't even be seen by her. Suddenly something had pushed Tsuna with an immense strength towards the wardrobe, and he went crashing into it, his energy force shaking the wardrobe causing it to topple. The girls began screaming as the wardrobe shook and fell on the floor. His eyes went big as clothes and the wardrobe fell on him. He sat up, head throbbing, what could actually hurt him? He pushed a mix of blouses and lacy lingerie off of him.

"Leave them alone." He glanced towards the direction of the voice which was a young woman with purple hair, and eyes-well at least one eye- that was glaring at him.

"Who are you?"

"Leave them alone." she yelled, and flew toward the other room. Tsuna sighed and began to try to follow her. Even in his apparent afterlife form Tsuna was terrible with running and speed. He almost looked like an obese kid running away from bullies. It was quite a sight. The ghost girl was incredibly fast, and didn't hesitate to stop no matter what she saw.

"Hey wait I just want to talk to you!"

She didn't even grant him a glance, as the ghost girl took running once again.

Yamamoto was calmly knocking on the door. Gokudera stared at the door in a frown. The baseball idiot had been knocking on the door for at least an hour already, and this guy had the damn nerve to not even tell them to go away. Yamamoto continued his knocking, and for the seventh time called out to the Mukuro, "Excuse us, we really need to talk you."

This wasn't going anywhere. And Gokudera wasn't going to stand here like an idiot waiting for answer.

"Move out of the way." Yamamoto just watched as his roommate, began pushing his body weight against the door yelling at the top of his lungs like an action hero, "HEY TEEME YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR OR I'LL FUCKING BREAK IT DOWN!"

Not even so much an answer, that was it. Gokudera could feel his anger rising. For the second time in his stay at the college, he kicked the door open, forcing the poor little door to cry in anguish. Well the deed was done.

Yamamoto walked in first, well it was a good thing since he was the more diplomatic one, and the calm one. Mouths dropped open at the sight of the apparent "guy who could do something about demons" personal room was unexpected. It was surprisingly average, and not fully equipped with occult items or skulls, or anything remotely creepy. It was a bit messy there was a pile of clothes thrown against the corner of the room, a few empty coffee cups and magazines scattered around on a desk. The rest of the room seemed inexplicably neat, with nothing on the walls except a small painting, and a poster of some sort of musician or actor. They walked in further into the room to where the dorm bed was. The guy was in a strange position, his blankets covering his legs, blue long hair covering his face.

If anything he either looked like a homeless person, a hippie, or a girl.

Yamamoto shook him gently. The guy just clung on his blanket tighter. Yamamoto shook him a bit harder with no response. Gokudera walked off into the dorm bathroom, his infamous bucket was in hand, and he poured its cold contexts onto Mukuro.

Mukuro's eyes went open immediately, and he desperately searched something in his sheets. He looked around suspiciously, until his eyes fell on the two.

"How'd you get in here?" It was an angry demand, but mixed in with sleep, sounded a bit drunk.

His eyes went towards the door, which had been forcibly open. It became obviously apparent that one of them had open it...destroyed it seemed to be more of the accurate word. It was fair game for either of the two, since he could tell one had anger issues and the other one was an athlete.

"Well this is a surprise, rarely do I ever get any visitors, and rarely do I have two males sitting at the foot of my bed." A smirk had appeared on Mukuro's face, it had been a looooooooong time since he had an audience under his wing, and human interaction to boot.

"So is it true?"

"What is- ah I found it!" Gokudera just stared at the object pulled out of Mukuro's sheets. It was a small silver stapler. He had an stapler in his bed? Who the hell sleeps with a stapler? But it didn't really surprise Gokudera, that was probably the only way this guy got any action.

Gokudera began to doubt this guy could actually be of any help.

"You know we came here for a reason. SO it would really be USEFUL to us if you could tell us if could just answer us that those rumors that you can exorcist ghosts, or demons is real or not."

"Oh that. So you're not here to confirm the rumors of me torturing my roommates? Because frankly

that's far more fascinating-"

"Listen-"

"Kufu, I assume you're Area59 from that website? How fascinating you're exactly how I pictured you, down to the being a virgin bit too."

"The hell, how would you even-"

"Please. You're little rant on being a loner gave all that away, oh and you never gave that follow up on the orbs you spotted in that place in Hokkaido. And you must be...?"

"I'm Yamamoto Takeshi."

"The star player for the school, right? The pep-rallys are so loud you can even hear it in the dorms. I'm lost valuable sleeping time because of your fans."

"Haha, I'm sorry for that. But me and Gokudera actually came here for a reason. You see I think I'm being haunted by a demon."

"Fascinating, you're being haunted by a demon?"

"Well that's what we think anyway...haha."

"Are you sure it's not just an angry spirit, there's been plenty of cases where an entity's shown demonic tendencies due to an out-lash of rage."

"Well she did seem really angry, but I don't really understand why she would be angry at me."

"Perhaps you look like a boyfriend or someone familiar that she had issues with."

"Or maybe it is a demon." Gokudera had huffed.

"Or maybe you're wrong, Area59, like you usually are."

"Or you know I COULD be right. Since it fucking put the fucking satan's mark on his fuckin neck."

"Yamamoto Takeshi come here for a second" Mukuro motioned Yamamoto to his bedside, lazily he leaned over and glanced to see the glaring bloody six, "Ah that's quite a deep mark." "I can see why you would think it was a demon. Tell me have you ever had any abilities to talk, see, or hear ghosts?"

"None that I'm aware of."

"Then it wouldn't make sense why it would want your attention, maybe it's trying to get someone else's attention or perhaps it was attracted to your energy. It might have been similar to someone she knew... Perhaps the person she's angry at..."

"Do you think you can actually do something about her?"

"Well that depends. I can't exactly exorcise ghosts or demons, but I can get 'rid' of them. Although I'm not very fond of that method..."

Eyebrows had been raised. What the hell kind of cryptic message was that? What could he possibly mean by that?

"Well I would love to help you two, but I have my hands filled. Unless of course you can remove these burdens for me and do something for me."

"Something for you?" Yamamoto was slightly annoyed to hear this.

"Trust me it's perfectly suited for you two."

Gokudera didn't like the sound of that. What would this freak even make the two do? Baseball idiot without a second thought happily agreed to this deal. He seemed desperate to get rid of the ghost girl. Mukuro was smirking, it had been a long time that he had an opportunity to be able to get any form of relief from that "thing".

Mukuro was lucky, I spared him from being a complete KUFUFU idiot. I'm sorry I update so slowly. The next chapter is going to focus on Chrome and Tsuna, and there's going to be some crack from team Ghost Hunters. once agin thanks for sticking with me. You could say this is a belated Chrsitmas gift.

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