Jericho sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. He was in the last class of the day, which is one of the classes he didn't have with Yoh. He honestly didn't know whether or not that was a good thing.

After Jericho asked about the man she was talking to in homeroom, things got very weird. Yoh became very silent and and almost nervous around him. When they were in the classes they had together, Jericho noticed how she seemed to always be talking to other people that no one else seemed to notice. There was a teenaged boy that seemed to be wearing a different uniform than the rest of the school and last time, a little girl that was definitely too young to even be attending high school. She always spoke in such soft tones that Jericho couldn't overhear the conversation. Even now, Jericho continued to wonder how Yoh got away with that in class without the teachers noticing it.

Also, when they were eating lunch together, Yoh would give Jericho the weirdest looks when she didn't think he noticed. It made him wish he had never said anything to begin with.

And the way the other students treated her didn't help either. When Jericho and Yoh walked down the hall together, he noticed how everyone else seemed to be watching them with a lot of attention. They seemed to even be whispering about them. He hadn't been able to catch what they were saying though. They had been whispering to each other and as he and Yoh passed, they died down immediately. Jericho had even seen a few girls pointing in their general direction. He just wasn't sure if all that attention was directed at him or Yoh. He was beginning to suspect it was about Yoh.

A loud ring could be heard in the classroom. The rest of the classroom got up and ran out as quickly as possible. Guess it was time to go. 'Til tomorrow then,' Jericho sighed. He got up from his seat just as everyone else was shoving their way out of the room. He deliberately put his things in his bag as slowly as possible. 'No point in shoving my way through them,' he thought. By the time he had gotten up from his chair, he was the last one left inside the classroom.

Jericho exited the building and stared at the street. 'Looks like my ride is late again.' He growled in annoyance. Just great. The day started out in a frustrating fashion, improved slightly before going downhill again. The day ended in a confusing and frustrating way because of the resident weird girl; and now to top it off, the driver is late. 'Screw it! I'll just walk.' Jericho crossed the street and made his way home.

45 minutes later...

What the hell was I thinking? Jericho thought angrily to himself. He had left the school, knowing that there was a guaranteed ride coming to pick him up and take him home. Now after all that walking, he was still not there, he was lost. He obviously didn't know exactly how to navigate the way to his new home. He's been walking so long, he couldn't remember how to get back to the school and he couldn't call the driver on his cellphone and tell him where to pick him up because there weren't any street signs where he was. He couldn't believe he had acted so stupid. Jericho groaned. Now what the hell was he going to do now?

He was just going to have to keep walking. That was exactly what he was going to do, until he saw a flash of movement just in the corner of his vision. He turned the street, just in time to see long black hair walk inside big iron gates. Was that who he thought it was? If it was, what was she doing? He found himself walking towards those same iron gates. He slowly opened it and what he saw made him queasy.

Tombstones. Rows and rows of tombstones. Some with newly carved images, others so worn that the words that written were faded and lost. Jericho warily looked around. 'Maybe I was wrong,' he started thinking to himself. 'Maybe it was someone else. Black hair isn't exactly uncommon with Asian girls.' Jericho wasn't sure he believed his own excuses, but he wanted to. After a few minutes of searching half-heartedly, he didn't see the black hair. He pulled out his cellphone, ready to finally be picked up by his driver.

"Now why did you feel this need to show up in my class sir?" Jericho instantly recognized the voice. Yoh. Jericho walked over towards the sound of the voice. On a hill, there seemed to be many people- men and women, young and old. They laughed and danced. They seemed to be having some sort of party. 'Why the hell would people party at a graveyard?' Jericho asked himself. In the middle of the people, he saw Yoh, who was standing on a hill that seemed to be overlooking the rest of the cemetery. The girl was leaning a tall tree, speaking with a man whose back was facing Jericho. The teenager recognized him as the man that showed up in their homeroom.

"I had heard that you were a shaman," the man answered. "I knew that you can see me. So I decided to come see you to ask for a favor..."

"What kind of a favor?" Yoh asked.

"Well... I have not been like this for very long," the man explained. He hesitated, almost like he didn't know how to continue the explanation. While Yoh patiently waited for the man to begin again, Jericho couldn't help but to notice a foreign emotion on the girl's face. For some reason, the look reminded the boy of pity. What was there to pity? "My family has taken it very badly, especially my wife. We've been married for exactly fifty- five years, and we have adult children and many grandchildren. She has continued mourning my absence-" Then why the hell won't this guy go home? "- and the family has become very concerned. I suspect that they think she might cut her own life short just to join me."

"I'm sorry to hear that…" Yoh trailed off slowly, "but I'm not sure I understand... what you want me to do?" Neither did Jericho. Honestly why the hell was this guy making this her problem? If he loved his wife so much, then it's his responsibility to console her.

"If you could just visit her," the old man pleaded. "I saved some money up for us. It was so that we could travel all over the country; go wherever we wanted to go whenever we wanted."

Yoh couldn't help but to smile at the sentiment. It sounded so nice; travelling and having someone to share all of that with. "That sounds really nice."

The old man carried on carefully. "Only I never really told her about it…," he explained. "After I retired, I wanted to wait for our next anniversary together to tell her; I wanted it to be a surprise… but there won't be anymore anniversaries…" Yoh calmly waited for the man to make his request. Sometimes a new human spirits are usually still getting used to the very idea that there lives have ended, so it is not surprising that the old man's having a hard time processing his own thoughts.

Jericho watched and listened. Questions were swirling in his mind. What is a shaman? Why couldn't the old man just talk to his own wife? Why did he need to send some teenaged girl to do it? Jericho was missing something very important- something that is keeping him from understanding what's going on. It was bothered him to no end.

"If you could tell my wife where it is-."

Jericho decided that it was time he got answers. "Hey Yoh!" he yelled. Jericho walked towards her. As soon as he did that, no one really paid him any mind, except the girl he called out it. Yoh stopped talking to the old man and turned around. Her eyes were wide with shock when she saw him. The old man gave him a passing glance before he turned his attention back to Yoh. Jericho felt apprehensive, like he interrupted the party.

Yoh stared at the new student in shock. 'What is he doing here?' No one else seemed to give the newcomer any mind, and why would they? If he were a normal human, he wouldn't have reacted to them either. Operative word being "if". Yoh smiled nervously. "Hi Jericho…"

Jericho looked around the graveyard; he seemed to focus on those who continued to party around them. "What's going on around here?" Jericho came full circle. "And who are these people?"

Everyone else stilled. They slowly turned to this stranger… who was staring right at them.

"Is he looking at us?" One of the strange people asked.

"That's not possible… is he a shaman?"

"He is looking at us."

"Mommy he's looking at us!"

"Must be another Shaman…"

Jericho growled. "Someone answer me already!"

As if by a chain reaction, all of the people stopped talking. Yoh couldn't stop looking at Jericho.

"Jericho… why didn't you say anything before?"

Jericho was confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Why didn't you say you were a shaman? After you noticed me talking to that person earlier, you could have said something."

Jericho felt as if he was missing something. He started tugging his blond hair in his hands. "Shaman? What are you talking about? And tell me who these people are already?"

Yoh eyes widened. 'He doesn't know.' Somehow, the new boy at her school could also see them, but he didn't know what that meant. Now how was she supposed to tell him?

Jericho wrapped his hands around his front. "I'm waiting."

"Haven't you noticed anything strange about these people?" Yoh asked slowly.

"Noticed anything?" Jericho raised an eyebrow. "You mean besides the fact that there are a lot of them and they all seem to want to talk to you about there problems?"

Yoh sighed. 'He really couldn't tell.' This was going to be difficult… in her world, all of this was normal. In fact, she didn't understand how others could go their entire lives without seeing half of the things she could. This had been part of her world since the moment that she was born. So how does she ease an outsider into it? Yoh grimaced.

Jericho waited. Whatever Yoh was going to tell him, it was obvious to him that she needed time to sort out her thoughts. Finally, Yoh sighed. She turned to the others.

"Guys," she said. "I understand that some of you weren't able to talk to me. I promise to be back tomorrow and try to help. If you could please leave us alone for today, I would appreciate it."

The people, young and old, all looked very reluctant. After a moment, they all suddenly disappeared. Jericho gasped when he realized that everyone had just vanished into thin air. "Where…"

Yoh sighed. "They all probably went back to their graves or something."

Jericho's eyes widened. "Graves?"

"Yes," Yoh gestured to the graves around them. "Those people that you saw are called human spirits, or ghost as most people call them now."

Jericho said nothing.

"They're dead Jericho."