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This takes place after the last episode in the anime (File: 8) and the 9th book in the manga (I believe it is). Mai still doesn't know about the whole "Gene/Naru's identity ordeal" yet (haha). I sorta made this a different scinareo version of the Manga Vol. 10 and so on, except it's not really the same at all...Haha, well anyway, hope you enjoy!

Mai's POV:

A hideous shreaking began. Something so aweful that my eardrums felt like they were about to burst. It was like all the microphones we set up earlier had gone haywire. "Make...it...stop!" I tried to scream. Something didn't feel right here. Something was off. I knew we were going to have a terrible time trying to figure out this case. Apparently, the hauntings have been going on for a while. Like a generations while. In fact, past occurances and history of the theatre were recorded and burned for some reason, unforunately for us. The spirits here don't let there gaurd down and we know nothing about them. Also, people don't seem to want to talk about their experiences. Nearly everyone who entered this theatre felt something, and saw something. But they all seemed to think it was special effects. It's like they had been brainwashed to believe it. But the workers knew something was up. All the workers during the interview seemed terrified of talking about it, as if the very thought would bring the spirits back to them. They didn't want to talk about it. I remembered something from earlier:

"I-I can't talk about it..."

"Can you tell us what happened in this encounter," Naru pushed on.

"No, I don't w-want to." The woman who was a star actress at the theatre said. She let out a terrible scream as if reliving it and ran crying out of the room. We were all so confused. So scared. We have never seen anything like this.

Now we were just here, setting up. The hauntings of the young actors and actresses just began again for unknown reason. And as we've established before, it's near impossible to clean a house without knowing anything about the history of the house and spirits, and now we have to clean a whole theatre! I felt at the point of giving up.

But now I was here, enduring the pain of the terrible shreaking of some unfortunate soul, along with the microphones. Naru, Lin, and I were all in the control room in the basement of the theatre. And this theatre was gigantic! No, that's not a big enough word. If you didn't know where you were going, you'd most certainly get lost. A floor plan was nice to have, but still it would be impossible to hear anything from in other rooms. Ayako and Bou-san were at the enterance performing an unsucsessful exorsisms, according to the monotors.

Then the sound stopped.

It was a silence of pure uneasiness, like after a gunshot is fired. That deathly silence.

Naru, as always, remained unconcerned and calm. "Lin, you call John and Miss. Hara. Tell them to arrive early tomarrow." Naru rubbed his chin in thought. I've never really seen him this stumped before. "Lin, We'll set up cameras on the stage, outside, and on the balconies, Mai, Bring them from the car," He eyed me suspiciously, "Can you manage that?"

I scowled and gave a small sigh, "Yes, your highness." I fake bowed and walked away.

There wasn't much activity so far. None of us have felt anything, but we were still less than 24 hours into this case, so in a couple hours there'd probably be more happening.

I almost got lost going to the van. I mean, sure the entrance was a little less than a small hallway away, but there were so many rooms. In this theatre they actually had to make all the costumes, sets, scripts, and basically everything so no wonder there were so many doorways.

When I returned with the 3 cameras, I was immediately put alone in the control room for "look out" duty, which basically meant they had no other use for me now unless I fall asleep and have some dream. But without feeling a tinge bit tired, I was totally out of luck. I sighed. "If only Naru could be that nice..." I recalled a memory of Naru's smile from my dreams and found myself smiling too.

I looked out on all the monotors to check on the team. Monk and Ayako split up where they both did their own exorsisms. I spotted Lin and Naru leaving a room they just set up a camera for. He looked perfect. Perfect? Mai, STOP IT! Snap out of it, that jerk doesn't deserve to be in the "perfect" category. But yet he was. And I still believed he had a good side. One way, way deep down inside, somewhere that only ever visited me in my dreams.

I checked him out on the monotor a little longer when something caught my eye. I spotted a figure at the back enterance coming inside. "Oh my gosh..." I gasped. Could that be a spirit? I looked closer and the figure stepped into the light. Except it wasn't a figure...It was an older girl. I nearly pressed my nose against the screen. "Who on Earth is that?" The girl was alone but didn't look vulnerable. But the scariest thing about her was that she seemed to be followed by something dark. Something sinister.

Naomi's POV:

"Death is only the beginning...I feel like that line's been used before...DAMMIT!" I was having a serious writers block. I slapped my laptop out of frusteration. Man, I was seriously gonna fail this course. I was on my second year of college for creative writing and loved it, but it could be the most antagonizing thing ever! I needed a new plot and fast.

"Oh my gosh..." I walked out of the room and stood on the porch of my little house taking a breath of fresh air. My long black hair whipped around my face in a soothing way. I sighed, finally calming down. Outside I saw my fathers funeral home, that actually to me was more of a nightmare than a source of my income. I worked part-time for my Dad, usually doing things like the deseased's hair and cleaning up after a Funeral. Yeah, It wasn't the best job, but it did pay decent. Most of the time I work as a waitress at a local diner. Which was fine aswell, yet times like these with too much time on my hands bugged me. I felt I always needed to do something. I technically had the rest of the week off. This was Wendsday, and I didn't work until Sunday.

Suddenly, a loud ring interrupted my thoughts.

"Hello." I said when I answered the phone. No answer. "Hello?" I asked, this time strangely paranoid. I had a bad feeling about this. I heard heavy breathing, and something choked out the word, "Naomi Arai, H-help-p..." I was startled, and yet a little annoyed. "I swear, if this is some kind of stupid ass trick I'm gonna k-" I was cut off by the phone clink as if it hit the ground. A few heart-pounding seconds later the phone beeped that it had hung up. "W-well that was...weird." I quickly jotted down some notes for a story that could be based off this encounter and sat back on the porch. That voice...that plead for help...sounded not like a plead. It sounded evil, like it was trying to lure me in.

That incident bothered me too much. I was scared, but tried to shake it off. I only ever had that happen when spitits were near me.

Spirits. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn't sure if ghost could pick up the phone and actually fricken call me but whatever. I guess I did have to deal with this curse the rest of my life.

And by curse, I mean gift. You see, I can talk to the dead...but unlike these spiritualists and mediums or whatever, ghosts actually seek me. They come after me in search for me to give them what they want. Freedom. They want me to release their souls to heaven. Unfortunately, I can also raise the dead.

That's right, but i've never actually done it. Sure it sounds crazy, and I believed it was crazy. My first ghost spoke to me when I was 6. It told me what it was. It wanted freedom but I didn't know how to give it what it wanted. So I couldn't help the poor soul.

I found it quite ironic that my Dad married my Mother with a Necromancer gene in there somewhere. She wasn't actually one though. My Dad's Chinese and my Mom's Japanese. I found it quite strange, but it's also kinda neat. You get two people who should hate each other and they find a way to fall in love. Yet, I still grew up in Japan. I wasn't the most popular kid in school, but i've been told many times I was the prettiest. Crazy, yes, and yet with my reputation as the 'weird kid' growing up in the funeral home, I was still okay with the fact I was supernatural. I never told anyone...until one day when I met a boy.

But anyway, I couldn't dawn on my past crush right now. This was a serious situation! I checked the phone again to see if I could figure out where it was coming from.

I decided to look up the number online. It was...It was...the theatre? I nearly laughed out loud. Seriously? A ghost calling from a theatre...using a phone there. Ha-ha...eh, you know that may sound crazy but hey, it's worth a shot right? Why not go? It's like, what? 10 minuites away?

"Okay, Ghostie, get ready for me to whoop your evil little ass!" I shouted, fully proud of my bravery.

Seeing that I was deathly afraid of the dark...theatres were one of the darkest places! Plus, this theatre was huge! Call it funny a girl raised so close to death was afraid of the dark...but that was just me.

"Hmmm..." I pondered over my wardrobe possibilities. That skimpy, strapless black dress was way too formal...but pull that tight pale green jacket over it looked just fine! Plus with black boots and my motorcycle gloves, I looked like sorta punk death. Nothing a Necromancer couldn't pull off! My skin wasn't too pale, so I guess it was alright.

I was about to leave the house when a sudden thought popped in my mind. No, that's a crazy idea! I scolded myself. But still...
I strapped a buckle around my thigh with a sheath that help a pistol. My short black dress just barely covered it. Sexy, very, very, sexy, I mocked myself, like I could kill a ghost with a gun, sheesh. Even so, I found humor in going on my very own 'secret mission', so much I wanted the full effect. I was going for total movie-style kick-ass.

I hopped on my motorcycle, vaugly aware that I was indeed wearing a dress while strattling a bike.

"Oh well, who's gonna see me when i'm going faster than the speed of sound, right?" I pulled my black helmet over my head, pulled the visor down, and speeded off.

When I arrived, I went through the back enterance. I found it strange that the lights were on. And...cameras? I began to thing it was some stupid trick, but what I felt was cold fingers touch my neck.

It whispered, "Your here."

I apologize, this isn't a fantabulous start...you know the whole "setting the stage type-thingie." Anyway, please rate and review! Thanks!