Sunset Ghost

Yachi Hitoka

サンセットゴースト
Sunset Ghost
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第2章

谷地 仁花
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"You want me to do what?" Kageyama stared blankly at Hinata, raising a single eyebrow to show his mild disconcertment.

The orange-haired ball of unlimited energy standing in front of him bounced up and down several times like a loose slinky, still smiling. "Come see Yachi-san with me! She can tell if you're really a psychic or not. Although, obviously, you must be if you can see me..." He muttered the last bit, and Kageyama's brow quirked in annoyance.

"Oi, dumbass, I've told you already a billion times; I am not a psychic."

Hinata huffed and crossed his arms in a pouting manner Kageyama now equated with his usually short and infrequent bouts of anger. "Kageyaaammmaaaa, stop calling me dumbass!"

"I'll stop calling you a dumbass when you stop being one," Kageyama replied icily. "Just why do I have to go see this Yachi, huh? Even if I were a psychic—and I'm not saying I am—what do I care? So I see ghosts? So what? Nothing's going to change: there will just be even more annoying people for me to ignore."

Hinata's pout deepened at the implied insult and he stomped his foot like a petulant child. "Kageyama, why are you being so difficult about this? Most people would be excited to know they have such a cool and unique talent as seeing ghosts!"

"Well, I'm not most people," Kageyama shot back with a glare, trying to duck around Hinata in order to get to his bike. The boy moved with him, waving his arms back and forth, squeezing his eyes shut and rapidly shaking his head, as if that would somehow stop him better.

"Kageyama, pleaassseee!"

Kageyama ignored him and continued trying to get past until he realized something. With a triumphant smirk, he stepped right through Hinata's incorporeal form, ignoring the brush of immense cold, and continued on his merry way.

The redhead squeaked behind him and whipped around to yell at his receding back. "K-Kageyama!" He turned around civilly to find the ginger flushed and rubbing his arms like he'd caught a chill. "Kageyama, don't walk through me! It feels weird..."

"It's your fault for getting in my way," he retorted, spinning on his heel and continuing towards home. He could practically see Hinata's ever-present childlike pout, even before the boy bounded after him, and snickered lightly to himself.

"Kageyama, please come with me!" the boy begged, acting like he hadn't heard a single thing Kageyama had just said. "Please please pleeassssee!"

This was starting to get more than a little bit annoying. Kageyama was sure he would end up getting premature wrinkles from how much he scowled when Hinata was around. If he was a psychic, he hoped to God there was a way to switch it off so he didn't have to deal with this. "Oi, dumbass, I've said no at least five times now! How much more do I have to say it before it gets through that thick skull of yours?"

Hinata let out a shrill whine. "Kageyama, why don't you wanna come? Yachi-san is really nice and I bet she could answer all of your questions and—"

"Ugh,okay, fine," Kageyama interrupted, finally giving in and turning a harsh look on the shorter boy. "If you will shut up for five seconds, I'll go with you tomorrow, got it?"