[ON HIATUS] Bounded (Ghost!Ace x Reader) AU

Good Morning

(A/N)

This is the prologue of the story.

Comment and tell me what you think about it so far~!

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"I don't want to go." You mutter glumly, watching the rain beat down on the police car's window.

The man in the driver's seat took a quick glance at your face in the mirror and sighed. "I'm very sorry about this, (Name)." He says, eyes turning back on the road. You didn't answer him and just continued to watch the grey and gloomy skies that cried for you.

After a few minutes of silence, you could see the large mansion located on top of the hill. It hid behind large black iron gates and a high wall that stretched far and wide. There was a security guard in the guard house and he sees the car pull up in front of the gate.

"Can I help you, sir?" He asks from the small open window facing the car.

"Yeah, I'm Lieutenant Smoker here to drop off the girl." He says, pulling down his shades to look at the guard.

"Oh! Of course, of course." The guard smiles and pushes a button. The gates swing open and Smoker drives in slowly.

You look at the guard as he waves at you. You offer him a smile before focusing your eyes on the old fashioned manor with red bricked walls. Smoker sees your concerned look and chuckles, "Don't worry, (Name). It only looks old. The building was made a few years ago."

"I don't wanna go, Smokey. They'll hate me." You sob, rubbing the tears from your (E/C)-colored eyes. Smoker frowns at you and sighs, grabbing the umbrella from the dashboard.

He opens your door and crouches down to your eye level. "(Name). I can assure you. These are nice people. Trust me."

You look at the platinum haired man, coughing lightly from the smoke of his cigars, and smile. "Okay..."

You hop out of the car and hold the umbrella, running to the front door for shelter while Smoker went to the trunk to collect your luggage. The large wooden doors were beautifully decorated, almost like it was made for an aristocrat.

Smoker runs steadily to the door with your luggage and sets them down. He shakes the rain from his hair, wetting you in the process. "Hey!" You huff. He laughs, "Sorry, kid." Then rings the doorbell three times.

A moment later, two women in colored maid outfits answered the door and widen their eyes at the two soaking strangers at the front door. "Can we help you?" asked the one with curly squared-shaped hair and pink maid outfit. You gave her a funny look before Smoker cleared his throat, gaining your attention and making you stop staring.

"I'm Lieutenant Smoker, this is (Name)." He introduces and shakes their hands.

The other maid with the yellow maid outfit and straight edged square-shaped hair took the bags from Smoker and allowed them inside.

Your eyes wandered around the room and took in the wonderful interior. For a second, you believed to be in a museum of artifacts. The walls were decorated with old pictures and antique vases were found on almost every corner.

The kitchen was the complete opposite though. It seemed more...high-tech. A man with bright blue hair was sitting in one of the bar stools and chugging down cola. He wore a red Hawaiian shirt with palm tree prints, a pair of sunglasses, and a pair of...speedo trunks??

You look up at Smoker and throw him a questioning gaze. He stares at the man with an annoyed look on his face and sighs heavily, "Damn it, Franky! Put some pants on!"