Ghost Hunters, Lies, & Money (Ghost Hunt Fanfiction)

In Which: Mai Gets A Clue

Day Six

10:30am

The Miyuki Theater

"What was that?"

Mai set her jaw, she knew he was going to ask. He had been practically breathing down her neck since the moment they left base.

"I know you think he likes me Bou-san, but it wasn't like that. He missed the handle. He wasn't trying to touch me."

Mai held her arm to her side waiting defensively for the monk's reply, it still tingled.

"Interesting, but actually I was referring to Naru's decision to close the case."

"Oh."

"He touched you, huh?"

"On accident."

"Right."

The two of the walked up the hall in silence, Mai's face red, his amused. The embarrassment and the odd sensation in her arm faded away after a bit though, and more serious thoughts moved in. Once again, they were on a mission of sorts.

"Do you remember the way?" Bou-san spoke up after they had passed what felt like their hundredth door.

"I think so," Mai answered, frowning to herself. She had only been there once.

"We probably don't have much time, they might check the cameras..."

"I know— I know. I'm pretty sure it was near the dressing rooms. We're getting there."

The two of them quicken their pace. The last thing they wanted to be was caught by Lin in a dark hall.

Mr. Miyuki, help us out...

After hurrying through many more lamp lit passages, Mai began to notice a familiar curve. It was the turn heading toward the dressing rooms. Her gaze moved to the doors, the cracks at the bottom to be exact. This was how it went. She would only be able to find the room they were looking for if she saw...

Empty floor.

Empty floor.

Empty floor.

Empty floor-

"That's it!"

Mai halted abruptly and Bou-san stumbled into her back,

"What?"

"Ow, Bou-san—"

"Sorry, but when you stop like that..."

Mai disentangled herself, rubbing the back of her foot, which had been stepped on, she approached the door,

"This is the place."

Bou-san followed, keeping a careful distance this time, "Are you sure? It looks like all the rest..."

Mai's attention was fixed on a piece of rug, a corner barely able to be seen.

"I'm positive."

Without a glance back, she placed her hand on the knob and turned. The door moved silently on it's hinges, swinging open to reveal a familiar setting. It was exactly as she remembered it, from dream and experience.

There was a large fireplace, a table and chairs, but there was also dust, and a cool damp. The room was lonely, unlived-in.

No one since Mr. Miyuki was alive...