AN: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I really love hearing what you all have to say. I know that Kyon is kinda more angry in the fic and I apologize for that, lol. Still acclimatising to his character I suppose! Anyway this chapter is a lot shorter than the last one. And I have two new characters. But don't fear them! They aren't all that important and you probably won't see them again. Unless you like them, lol. Then maybe they'll pop in from time to time. Who knows! Enough of this authors note then! I'll stop rambling and let you read. Hope you all enjoy! Reviews are love!
Disclaimer: Is it safe to say that it all belongs Nagaru Tanigawa? (looks around for the Brigade Chief) Whew. Its safe...for now. I don't own nothin. Not even Kyon. (cries)
Death is a very strange thing. Well, no, I should say dying is incredibly strange. The whole being dead part is supposed to be simple. Cause you're dead right? You're not meant to really remember or recall what's its like to die. If this makes sense to anyone can you let me know? Maybe then I can understand it all.
Anyway dying is odd. It's like everything about yourself is dissolving. Your thoughts, feelings and memories eventually fade away and you're left with nothing but your pure self. I guess it's like almost being born again…Urgh…If I could bang my head against something I would. I tried earlier and all that resulted in was becoming aware of exactly what a tree looks like from the inside.
Right, so that's what it was like to die. Well that's how I interpret it. But just when I was finally at peace. At the moment when it felt like I was becoming one with whatever the hell is after life I was yanked away from the most amazing feeling in the Universe and slammed hard back onto the Earth. Nice, huh? Every part of my being was forced back into existence. Like an explosion in reverse. I almost felt like I was being dragged along somewhere I didn't want to be by Haruhi.
Because I've come to discover that really don't want to be here. Not in the slightest. I've only been a ghost for about an hour now and I'm all ready sick of it. Plus I keep looking down at my body. It's very disturbing. It's like a really bad M. Night Shyamalan film. Except there's no twist at the end of this story. I'm dead. That's all there is to it.
When my eyes first shot open I thought it had all been a dream. Then I realized I was surrounded my garbage and junk. Definitely not my room. (Despite how my mother describes it)
I sat up slowly, expecting a lot of pain. I was surprised to find that I felt nothing. Now normally this might be reassuring. Not feeling the pain I had been subjected to earlier I mean. But it was probably the most terrifying feeling in the world. Feeling nothing. I couldn't feel my heart beat, my lungs breath in air or even the hard ground I was sitting on. Then I stood up and looked down.
If I could have fainted I would have.
Nothing says you're screwed more than seeing your dead and bloody body at your feet. I tried to hyperventilate but well…you get the idea.
An hour has passed since then and I still have no idea what to do. Should I leave myself behind and try to find someone? And even if I did find someone would they be able to see me? Probably not, since I've gone on a few ghost hunts with Haruhi and we've always come up with squat.
Oh God, I'm one of Haruhi's paranormal phenomenon's. How sad is that? The very thing I always dreaded we'd find someday is what I've become. Irony is such a bastard.
Sigh…I glanced down at my body again and shivered. If I could throw up I would but…
"I'M DEAD!" I yelled, thinking no one could hear me.
"By the heavens boy, you don't have to yell!" A voice exclaimed from behind me. "We're dead not deaf!'
I jumped up and turned around to find myself faced with and elderly man and woman standing behind me.
"Hello, dear." The woman said in a kind voice. "Are you all right?"
I gave her a deadpanned look. "I'm peachy." I said as dryly as I could.
"No need for that tone, kid." The man said. "Just because your dead doesn't mean that you don't have manners…" He eyed me as if trying to calculate my intelligence. "You do know your dead, right?"
Do I look like an idiot to you? I thought. No wait, I really don't want to know the answer to that.
"It was kinda hard to miss when I saw that." I said pointing at my body.
The man whistled as the woman gasped. "That doesn't look like it was pleasant." He remarked.
"Understatement of the century." I mumbled to myself.
"What was that, boy?" The man demanded.
"I though you said you weren't deaf?" I retorted.
Just as the old man opened his mouth to retaliate the woman hushed him. "Stop it Atsuo!" She chastised. "I think he's been through enough without you harping on him." She turned and smiled at me. "I'm Hikaru. This is my partner, Atsuo. We're spirits, like yourself. We're here to help you. I promise he isn't usually this horrible to people."
"Er…I'm Kyon." I told them as I mentally smacked myself. Now I was the one giving out my nickname? I must have lost my common sense somewhere. Its probably in the same place that Haruhi's is…
"Well, it's nice to meet you dear." Hikaru said.
Wish I could say the same. I thought bitterly.
"Why don't we take a walk?" She asked holding out a transparent hand. "You don't need to stay here anymore."
I nodded and followed them silently through the junk yard and onto the empty street. I didn't even realize how late it was. Has anyone noticed that I'm missing yet?
"So, you know why you're here yet?" Atsuo asked me, suddenly.
"What do you mean?"
"He means do you know why you didn't cross over?" Hikaru explained. "Do you have any unfinished business? A message you need to get to someone? Or perhaps you want to find your killers?"
I shrugged. "I all ready know who killed me. And I can pretty much guess why they did…but as for unfinished business…"I trailed off. "I have some ideas as to what that could be." I said, thinking of Haruhi. Was she the reason I'm still here? Most likely. It always comes back to her.
"Well." Atsuo said with a smirk. "At least ya got a long time to think about it."
"Hilarious." I muttered.
Atsuo sighed. "Look, kid, I'm sorry" He told me sincerely. "I know you're angry and upset and probably scared out of your mind. And you have every right to be. But you can't let it get to ya. 'Cause you need to face it, son. You're dead. And there's not a thing you can do about it. You've gone beyond the point of no return, I'm afraid. And I can't even imagine it. Dying at your age. Must be the worst feeling in the world…"
How is this supposed to help me? I thought as he blabbered on. This guy's just making me more depressed than I all ready was….Though what he's saying does make sense….well some of it does. I guess I have to get over myself and figure out what the hell I'm still doing here.
"…glad I went how and when I did. Nice and peaceful-like. Best feeling I ever felt. Unlike your situation which was probably the total opposite of mine. Reminds me of a lad I dealt with in Kyoto. Nasty business that, what with the axe and all…"
"Does he ever stop talking?" I asked Hikaru, as her partner continued to drone on about a ghost who went ballistic after finding his body with and axe embedded in his head.
Hikaru smiled warmly at me. "No, not usually. He enjoys telling tales about the different spirits he's helped. It gets rather tiring after a while."
I snorted. "Lucky you."
"Oh it's not so bad." She said glancing at the old man, who was still talking, though now it was about a woman who was found dead with a live frog in her throat.
"…kept on saying to her that she had croaked! Ha! Get it, kid? She croaked!" Atsuo roared with laughter at his own joke.
Sigh…I must have a sign over my head that says, "I brake for freaks."
"Yeah, it's a real knee-slapper."" I told him
He grinned at me, oblivious to my sarcasm.
"I've gotta million of them, kid. Take this one man. He was an actor who died of a heart attack two minutes before he went on stage so I told him when he woke up as a ghost that it was curtain time! Ha! Then there was the housekeeper who I told she had bitten the dust and then-"
Please stop talking. I thought desperately as Hikaru glared at Atsuo who was now in hysterics.
"…I just kill myself sometimes." He said, after calming himself and wiping away his tears.
You all ready are dead, you idiot. I thought. And how the hell can you cry? Shouldn't that be impossible?
Hikaru sighed. "Never mind him, dear. What you are you going to do now?"
I shrugged. "I'm not sure…I was thinking about going home. See if anyone knows I'm missing yet."
"That's a good idea, hon." She said, warmly. "And if you ever need anything, you just call out our names and we'll come running, okay?"
"Take care of yourself, kid." Atsuo said gruffly. "I'll have to tell you more stories next time we meet!" He called out as they began to fade away.
Note to self. NEVER call this weirdo for help. I thought as I waved goodbye.
"And behave!" He shouted. Then they were gone. What is it with me and never getting the last word in?
I sighed for what it felt the hundredth time that day, then squared my shoulders. Time to head home.
Why do I have the feeling that this is going to go horribly, horribly wrong?