Impressions - A Ghost Hunt Fanfic

Part II

Part Two

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"She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city" - Roman Payne, 'The Wanderess'

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Inept...

It had been a month since she first began to work for SPR.

Kazuya Shibuya found it hard to concentrate on the book in his hands; not when a certain brunette outside his office was making such a commotion that made it impossible to work – so here he was, improvising with help of the book, to keep his workaholic impression in check.

That girl, honestly...

He found out that most of his spare time was spent in thinking why exactly he had hired her, what had compelled him to call at her school and demand for her to come down at the office. After making the call, Kazuya had simply reasoned that he had employed her out of empathy; a favor of an orphan on another orphan – and he had believed in the theory, staunchly. It didn't help that Lin was quite suspicious of his hypothesis for employing an 'incapable' girl, who 'knew nothing of the supernatural' and 'couldn't remain steady on her feet even if her own life depended on it.'

The theory on poltergeists was vaguely thrown into some other pat of his brain as he heard Mai going into the kitchenette to make his tea; the door to the small kitchen was thrown open with a loud bang, the kettle was almost slammed onto the stove and to top it off, she had started singing along to some song on the radio.

It didn't help that his office was the nearest to the kitchenette; it was not that her singing was disturbing, it was just too loud and too distracting for work hours.

He shook his head and put the book down, trying hard not to get diverted towards the hurricane in the kitchen. Never in his whole life had Kazuya ever thought that he would hire a person like her, completely gullible to the world but then again, he mused, maybe that was why he had hired her in the first place. She was so naïve that she bought every theory he ever presented and even defended him from the phony accusations of the Monk and the Miko, she was so innocent that she hadn't even thought of the 'prospects' that normal girls thought would have thought of with such a young and handsome boss (what? He was being truthful after all) and she was so trusting that she wouldn't even blow up his cover.

There. Perfectly sorted out.

On the cue, a short knock was heard on his door and his bodyguard Lin Koujo stepped inside his office, gripping a folder in one hand and looking at Naru with a livid expression. Naru simply returned his gaze to the book and barely paid attention when the Chinese threw the folder on his desk, meaning to catch his attention.

"Lin." He acknowledged silently, his eyes glued to the meaningless words of the book.

"Naru." Lin sounded cold, as if trying to hide his fury but Naru heard the anger lacing his biting words. "Do me a favor and tell her stop singing."

Naru tried to contain his amusement at Lin's agitated expression. Maybe that was why he had hired Mai – because she was capable of irritating the wits out of Lin which benefited Naru in various ways; a distracted Lin meant a loosened leash on Naru which meant that he could ignore meals, stay up at night till whatever time he wished and work as much as possible without interference whatsoever.