Toilet-bound Hanako-san

Ch. 3 - A Chance at Freedom

With your permission, Suguru held out his hand and initiated his technique. A certain pulling sensation began at your chest as he drew you closer to him. It felt almost as if your body was being painlessly scrunched as he proceeded.
The next thing you knew, you lacked existence. It was as if you had fallen asleep dreamlessly. Meanwhile, Suguru was holding your presence in its bronze-colored sphere form.

He proceeded out of the bathroom with hopes that the sphere he created of you wouldn't disappear just as your wrist had earlier.
He kept his cheers back as you remained in your form. You weren't out of the woods just yet. Bringing you back was the ultimate sign that you were free.

He took a deep breath and released his technique, watching carefully as your body began to manifest outside of the bathroom. He was hoping that you wouldn't suddenly disappear once fully manifested.

"Am I...free?" You asked as soon as your physical form completed its appearance. There was no sign of your body suddenly teleporting back into the restroom. All of you was there; you were floating, as usual, but you were there. The curse was that easy to break?

"It...looks like it," Geto smiled, a light chuckle escaping mid-sentence. "The question is where do we...you go from here?"

"I don't know," you swallowed a bit hard from the sudden realization that came with suddenly being 80 plus years into the future. Emotions began barrelling down on you. "My family...it's likely they're all gone, or who would remain wouldn't remember me. And I don't exactly have funds to just simply live on my own. I'm sure everyone thinks I'm dead or something!"

Geto stared at you, unsure of how to exactly tell you the truth. "You...you are dead," he mumbled bluntly.

"Huh?" You asked, at first unable to hear him. Once your brain caught up, you realized. "Oh...how do you know?"

"I found your class' files and a copy of your death certificate was there. I couldn't find an exact cause, but you passed away in 1935 at 18," he explained.

"I see," you began mumbling as well. "I don't exactly understand... I mean, I understand that I'm dead, but how am I still here? And your technique worked on me, so...does that mean I'm a cursed spirit and not actually...me?"

"I'm...not sure," Suguru gave you a pained look. He hated that he didn't have answers for you. "For now, would you like to meet everyone?"

"Yes!" You nearly shrieked. You were so excited to be somewhere other than that musty, old bathroom. "I'd love to."

"Great, let's go," Suguru held out his hand. 

You went to reach it, but your hand floated right through his. As you touched him, he noted the cold feeling that went through his palm. He looked up at you with an expression of pity. 

"Well, that's an issue," you muttered, staring at your still translucent hand. "I'm out of the bathroom, but...the whole ghost-thing puts a damper on existing."

"Uh..." Suguru was lost. Surely there had to be a solution to your predicament whether that be finding the afterlife or finding a way to make you whole again, if that was even possible. "Can you follow me for now?"

You nodded happily. Suguru gave a small smile in return and began walking down the hallway back to the faculty room. 
You simply floated behind him. It was actually quite convenient, not needing to walk. You simply stood straight, as awkward as it looked, with your feet a bit off the ground, relaxed, and your arms crossed over your chest - almost as if you were riding in an elevator.

The two of you made it to the faculty room. Suguru opened the door and you followed suit. Out of habit, he held the door for you but it was clear that you didn't need any chivalry. 
You stared at the other person in the room: a man with a white crop of hair and a blindfold over his eyes. He was somehow reading a magazine despite the dark fabric that covered his eyes.