Authors Note: My second attempt on Ghost Hunt fanfic.

Prologue

It was late into the night and the moon phase at that time didn't allow much light into the room. The occupant of the bed was in deep slumber, so relaxed that she wouldn't tolerate any disturbance. That, however, was concluded from outside view. When entering her dream- or shall I say her nightmare- one must take great care not to lose their life inside the astral plane. It was often said that when you die in a dream, you're dead in the real world. This applied to every psychics, according to the authors of each and every paranormal books available at the slumbering teen girl's library. That's why when her dream took a 360 degree turn that she feared for her own life.

She began to shiver uncontrollably and her whole muscle fibre twitched. Her blanket seemed to bind her; restricting her legs' wild movements. The bed frame shook under her as she continued to flail miserably. Tear streaked down her flushed cheeks, flowing fluidly and rapidly. Both her hands gripped the bed sheets until her knuckles became white. After a few minutes, the situation quieted down. Outside, an owl from a nearby tree blinked before soaring through the night sky.

Chapter 1:

She sat up , drenched in sweat. Her pajamas were sticking to her skin- almost clinging. Her breaths were uneven and raspy. If the room was silent enough, you can possibly hear the flow of blood, surging around her body to provide a supply of oxygen . Her heart began to beat faster and faster that it hurts. She clenched a fistful of her black satin dress around her chest with her right hand, willing for her heart to stop hurting. Her left hand was still gripping the bed sheet tightly, as if her life depended on it.

Breathe, Mai. Breath! Just like the therapy. In and out. In and out. Deep breath and slowly release.

After a few minutes of breathing exercise, she began to respire normally. Her heart rate fell to normal levels and the pain was receding. The sweats had already dried up along with her tears. Slowly, she released her vise-grip off the bed sheet and her left hand fall to her side while her right hand was still above her heart. She felt her heartbeat and was relived that it was beating just like it was supposed to be; not too rushed and not too slow.

Her face scrunched as headache invaded her head, the pounding type. Both her hands flew to grasp her head. Without a support, her body leaned sideways and she was positioned lying down within seconds. Trying her best, she massaged her temple rather clumsily. She barely have control of her fingers as the pain intensified. Mustering all her strength, she pulled herself away her bed and searched blindly in the darkness for her emergency kit situated on a table by her bed. This kit was none like others. It was specifically made for her and only her. A personal emergency kit which consist of her medicines in case she had a sudden attack. Even though her condition was stable, more than often did the attack came critically. Sometimes, she was brought to the emergency room due to the acute pain she felt.

Sensing the familiar grains of the wooden box, she immediately threw open the box and all the contents spilled onto her bed sheets. Waking in the middle of a night almost frequently, her eyes were trained to be nocturnal and she was able to identify which medicine to take. Being prepared as she is, she always keep a bottle or two of water by her bedside. Grabbing one of them, she chugged down her medicine with the water. Knowing that her pain will slowly subside, she positioned herself back to the lying posture. Due to doubled exhaustion- from lack of sleep and the attack- she soon fell asleep.

Towards the centre of Shibuya, a young clad in black was still up and about; despite how late it was. His guardian had retired to bed not too long ago of fatigue. The teen was often called a workaholic and unsociable; two characteristics which strayed far from his looks. Truth to be told, he caught almost every females' attention. Emphasis on the word 'almost'. His assistant was one of the few: since she didn't believe the fake smile plastered onto his face when they first met. However, she was in love with the narcissus; not that he knows. Both were dense enough not to realize that they loved each other, as pointed by their other regulars in the psychic team. When told this, the said assistant, Taniyama Mai , profusely and blatantly deny of her love for her boss. Though with a flustered- almost tomato-like - face, she was convincing no one.

Anyway, Shibuya Kazuya was still reviewing some emails related to his profession, as one would say, a ghost hunter. He had created a special email address for the company he's currently running which was widely known as Shibuya Psychic Research. He had distributed a number of name cards, which includes the mail address, to promote his work through past clients. The mail was constantly buzzing with new mails of cases every hour, though a bunch of them were faux. He was getting impatient as he scrolled down the monitor as more fake cases appeared. In the dim light, he was frustrated by the upcoming headache and he decided to call the day off but then, he saw it. A new case. A real one. Most importantly, one that caught his eyes.

The contents:

/ This is Takeda. I need help regarding the haunting in my house. My wife, my daughter and I was just settling down at our new house for not more than 2 months now. At first, there was nothing out of ordinary but things started to happen when my wife was left alone at home. I was working late while my daughter spent the night sleeping-over at a friend's. My wife was busying herself with her paperworks when the light flickered and she was left in the dark a few minutes later. She thought it was just a normal blackout so she took a flashlight from a drawer in the study room ( we had a few in case of emergency ) and went for the breaker room.

She didn't make it too far from the room when she tripped. She tried to get back up but couldn't. She explained that she felt someone pinning her down and she can sense the cool sensation on her back through her parka. Then, she had difficulties breathing as she was further pressed against the floor. After a while, as she was close to fainting, she was released. The lights were back on immediately. Relieved, she turned her body so she was facing the ceiling and she sobbed.

Who knows how long she lay on the ground when I finally get back home. It was late so I used my spare key to get in. I was terrified when I saw her in a fetal position on the ground!

So far, that incident was the worse to have happened. I can't imagine how worse it will get if left alone. Please, help us. /

Naru was impressed to say the least. He hadn't expect anything to catch his attention at all; not at this hour. Interested, he jotted down the contact info of the client on a note pad before he, too, retired to bed. Not because of fatigue or anything but he can't tire himself now that he had a case to solve.