End of them, Beginning for us || BNHA

Cleaning the House

As I scrubbed the floor, I thought about the new ghost. 'He's pretty soft-spoken for someone that is not bounded. Somehow, I thought he would be more hyper.' A image of a ghost bouncing off the walls and laughing popped in my head. 'Ah, well, I guess you meet someone new every day.'

I look outside at the sky. 'It's pretty cloudy. Is it going to rain?' As I walk by, I see a couple of shapes wiggling around in and out of the ceilings. "How many ghosts are in this place?"

"A lot." I jumped and saw Hitoshi floating behind me. "There used to be more."

"Oh, uh...hi." I look around. "Do you need me for something?"

"Yeah, just wanted to ask something." He crossed his hands. "How long are you going to stay?"

"What do you mean?"

He awkwardly shrugged his shoulders. "Like how long do you think you're going to be around?"

"Oh. Well, it's the last thing mom left for me, so probably forever, if I become a ghost."

Hitoshi raised an eyebrow. "Hm..."

"I mean, i-if I become a ghost, of course, y-you know, it depends on my luck."

"Hm.." He flies through the wall and disappears out of sight.

I watch him leave. 'Oh, okay.' I dip the mop in the water bucket and start cleaning the floors. I managed to get most of the floors clean. Putting the cleaning supplies away, I head over to the room that I couldn't clean just yet. 'I'll check out the attic later. First, I'll unpack the boxes.' I open the sliding door and sees numerous blobs hanging from the ceiling.

I ignored the blobs swinging back and forth and picked up some of the boxes. I heard a whoosh and a giggle. Carrying the boxes, I walked out of the room and shut the door, sighing as a cacophony of giggles started up. I place the boxes outside of another room and examine the other empty rooms. 'Oh, I like the back room, that one with the window. There is also a hanging of a bamboo plant and it feels nice in here.' He went out to grab the boxes and placed them in the room. Opening the box, he sees a ghost-like hand sticking out of the box. "AAHHH!!"

"Hehe, I caught you." Ume popped her head from underneath the box.

"We did, we did!!" Mai phased out of her shadow and giggled.

"A-Ah, you got here." I chuckled. "So what have you been up to?"

"We are.."

"Having fun!"

I got back to packing. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mai dunk into a box and it starts shaking. Ume was about to join her when I said: "Mai, don't possess the box. My stuff is in there."

"You're no fun." Mai phases out of the box and whispers to Ume. Ume nods and asks: "Mai saw a pretty lady when she was in the box. Who is she?"

"Oh." I open the box to find my mother's picture. "That's my mom."

"She is pretty..."

"Not as pretty as our mom."

"What was your mom like?"

"Oh, she left us behind. She was pretty too."

"She was."

I examined the picture. It was one of her when I was around five. 'Are you saying these girls have been alone since...'

Mai smiled. "It's okay. We have been here for a while, and mom's death was a while back."

"Yeah, it's alright. Don't worry about it."

I smiled and placed my mom's picture on the dresser. Ume and Mai floated around, examining the room. I finish unpacking my stuff and arranged some of All Might merchandise on the shelf. 'Okay, I think that is basically it.' I placed my toothbrush and towel in the bathroom as I walk pass towards the attic.

I go towards the room and use a pole to pull down the cover of the attic. Getting up on a chair, I pull the ladder down towards the floor. Climbing up the ladder, I poke my head in the attic. 'Ah, Hitoshi was right. There are a lot of ghosts and he turned his head towards the other side. A shape with red and white hair seemed to be stuck in the middle of the floor.

He turned around and said: "Um, Izuku, could you help me out of here? I am kind of stuck in the floor."

"U-Uhh," I climbed up into the attic and sat down. "I-I don't know. Hey, guys, help?" I called out to the ghosts in the attic. The blobs in the attic stirred and didn't answer. Scrambling around, I poke at the ghosts, but they don't answer. I duck my head down the ladder. "Hitoshi, I need some help here!"

I see Hitoshi float up from the floor. Shoto stares at him. "How do you do that?"

"What? If this is about the depressed ones who don't want to leave, I can't help you."

"It's not that." I pointed toward Shoto. "He's stuck."

Hitoshi turns and looks at him. "Ah, looks like a candy cane is stuck between the floorboards. Just unstick yourself."

"Candy cane? What?!"

"I'm talking about you." Hitoshi pokes Shoto's head. "That's why. Just relax and flex your arms."

"How?!"

"Push your arms up. They're dangling from the other side. Push yourself up. Come on! Come on!"

Shoto frowned and then suddenly he popped out from out of the floor and bumped into one of the blobs. The blob grumbled and Shoto sat down in mid-air, floating above the floor. He stared at the floor with what seemed like an uncomfortable expression.

"So... how is the house?"

"Good."

"A-Ah-" I scratched my head. "So what happened?"

"I got stuck."

"I-I see." I gaze around at the ghosts.

"If you are thinking about cleaning that up, don't bother. They don't move much and they won't move." Hitoshi remarked while poking one of the ghosts.

"Oh, okay." I climbed down the ladder and see Shoto try to grab the ladder. He suddenly sinks into the ladder and the ladder start to tremble. Holding on tightly, I yell: "Shoto, stop possessing the ladder."

Hitoshi sighs. His hands sinks into the ladder and pull Shoto out. I quickly scramble down the ladder and put it back in its position. Using the stick, I slide the door shut. I sink to the ground and sigh.

"Sorry, Izuku." I look at Shoto with an awkward expression on his face.

"N-No, it's okay. Just be careful next time."

Hitoshi sighs. "Look, kid, you're going to destroy the house at this rate." He grabs Shoto's hand. "Come on, let's go into the back garden. I'm going to teach you how to be a ghost." He floats through the door, tucking Shoto behind him.

After that incident, I got up and headed over to my bed. 'Probably should get ready for bed.'