Casper Chapter 1: The More or Less Friendly Ghost
Title: Casper
Chapter: 1/20
Pairing: Manabu/Byou
Rated: R overall
Genre: AU, drama/romance, supernatural
Warning: some language
Overall Summary: Manabu just wanted to rest in peace. But for some reason, he just couldn't cross over and felt helplessly stuck in the world of the living. Now his 'afterlife' is becoming one complicated mess and it's all because of one very persistent man.
Synopsis: Manabu wont be too happy when he wakes up to find a stranger in his home.
comment: well, because I got a good amount of readers when I posted the prologue, I'll keep updating this fic. I'm not exactly sure if anyone liked it or not so feedback will be helpful. I enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you guys will enjoy reading it.
What the hell is that noise? I sat up and rub my eyes, blinking a little until my vision wasn't so cloudy. And what the hell did I see? Certainly not my loft. All my things are gone, furniture and all. Even the floor looks different. What the hell man? What's even going on right now? Jin's gonna be so p- Wait a minute...
Jin's dead...A-and dammit! I'm all alone...OH GOD I TOTALLY DIED.
"You know what, actually I like this one. You can move it into the bedroom." Who's in my damn loft? I died once, you aren't gonna come into my home and kill me again! Can that even happen? Well maybe if your last name is Winchester. I followed the voice, it was a man's voice. And for some reason, it really pissed me off.
I ran into the living room and tripped over my own feet, landing face first on the hardwood floor behind the couch. I lifted my head just a bit to hear what was going on.
"Oh God what is that bloody thing!?" that same voice shrieked. Was he talking about me? Could he see me? "Oh God that, that thing is hideous! I said I wanted a simple yet tasteful vase with dahlias. That thing is a purple nightmare and I want it out of my loft. I want it out now, please! Out, out, out!"
Man this guy is already a pain. I laid low for some time, ignoring all the talking and moving about. Eventually, I fell asleep behind that couch. A nap is better than dying again from boredom.
"Excuse me, what do you think you are doing? The other movers already left, stop getting your drool on my floor. It costs more than those rags you're wearing." I sat up, rubbing my eyes and then I realized that guy was talking to me. I jumped to my feet and took a few steps back.
"Are you talking to me?" I asked him, cocking my head to the side. I wasn't sure if this was real or not.
"Who else would I be talking to? And stop looking at me like that. You've never seen high class men or something? I know, I'm gorgeous. But I don't date the poor."
"H-how can you even see me? And who are you, anyway?"
"The man who just paid you to move his furniture, not to sleep behind it. Now please, leave before I call the cops. I'd like to settle into my new home if you don't mind."
"This is my home, first of all. Secondly, I don't like your taste and would never touch this expensive yet poorly made crap. Now get out of my house or I'll-"
"It's one thing to pretend you're crazy but it's completely different when you insult my taste! I'll have you know that all my things are custom made by the finest-"
"I don't care just get the hell outta my place!" And suddenly all the lights blew out in the place, and that purple vase he wasn't so fond up flew right past his face. What a shame it missed. But the look of sheer horror and confusion on his face couldn't be missed.
"Wh-what the hell are you? This is like some kind of bad, low budget horror movie. Or another Carrie remake...If you're gonna kill me, don't get blood on the furniture please."
I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not going to kill you. But since we aren't getting anywhere with insults and yelling, how about we sit down and try to talk like civilized people?"
He looked me over silently before he finally nodded. "How about you start by telling me who you are or...what you are, rather."
He couldn't help but laugh as I introduced myself. "Well, my name is Manabu and uh...I'm guessing I'm some kind of ghost? I mean, I was murdered like, right where you're standing so...yeah."
He blinked a few times before poking my shoulder and jumping back. "Wait, you were killed here in this room? Did you have a roommate by any chance? Who was also murdered here?"
I sighed and nodded. "Yeah. I suppose that means you kind of have an idea of who I am then." I looked at him expectantly and waited for him to say something. But, he just starred at me with the saddest expression I've probably ever seen.
"I thought your name was familiar. It's been almost two years since it happened. It was all anyone talked about for months. Man, I'm really sorry. So, what happened anyway? I don't expecat the news to be 100% accurate when it comes to this sort of thing."
"You think that's something I want to think about?" he was beyond angry. I mean, who does this guy think he is? I grabbed the pillows and cushions from the couch and hurled them at him. He was forced back against the wall, holding his arms up and hands out to shield himself.
"No, wai- Ouch! Hey come on I didn't mean to be insensitive or whatever! Dammit, you sure are a feisty little one." he let out a soft chuckle that made me feel some type of way. I'm dead, but I guess tat means I can still feel emotion. And what was so amusing about any of this?!
"You're a dick!" I tried hard to keep my angry facade a little longer but I felt my pout forming, which only caused him to laugh.
"Manabu-san, it seems we are kinda stuck with each other from here on out. We may as well try to get along, right? I mean, this is your home and all, but it's also my home now too. Like it or not, we are roommates. And we should attempt to get along. I'm sorry for yelling at you and coming off as an arrogant prick."
I sighed and nodded, I really had no other choice did I? Even if I managed to run this guy out, more and more people would move in. "Alright arlight, apology accepted. So what's your name anyway?" I asked, trying to avoid eye contact since this was all still awkward to me. He grabbed the pillows and put them back before taking a seat and patting the spot beside him.
"You can call me Byou." he stated simply, crossing his left leg over his right.
"Byou? Alright then. So, before you get to comfy, I'd like to lay down the rules of-"
"Rules? Are you serious? I'm a grown man, I don't need rules."
"Well if you want to live here then listen carefully, Byou, because in my home, whether you live here or not, you will abide by my rules. Got it?" I did my best to sound tough, as if I had any authority as a ghost.
"Yes ma'am." Byou smirked.
I rolled my eyes and continued. "Good. First rule, no drugs. Cigarettes have to be smoked on the balcony but alcohol is acceptable as long as you aren't drunk. Rule number two, if you're bringing company home, let me know ahead of time so I don't have to hear or see you and so I don't freak anyone out being a ghost and all. Rule three, don't bother me and I wont bother you. That's about it. Think you can manage?"
"Those aren't so bad. Alright, you got a deal Manabu." he smiles and held out his hand, I suppose he was expecting me to shake it. Well, why the hell not? I mean, I'm not one for formalities, but it should make up a little for the pretty rocky start.
"I suppose I'll have to sleep in the second bedroom?"
"What second bedroom?" he asked.
"What do you mean 'what second bedroom?' This place has two bedrooms!"
"Oh, you must mean my work room..."
"You changed it into a work room?! Where the hell am I supposed to sleep you arse?"
"Ghost need sleep?"
"I don't know...I'm not used to this. This is the first time I've been awake since...since I died."
"Oh...sorry. Well, since this was your place first, it's only fair that you have the bedroom. I'll sleep on the couch." he said with a nod. Was this guy serious?
"Really? I...thanks." he looked down and thought about it. "But I'm dead. How much can I sleep, you know? You take the bed. And if I get tired, I'll crash on the couch." I smiled at him, and he smiled back which made me immediately turn away and curse myself. Here I am being nice to this intruder Being nice to people is what got me in this mess in the first place. I almost sighed again.
"Thanks. I think I'll go sleep now, I'm beat. I'll see you in the morning." he said, standing with a yawn. I nodded and waved, watching him walk away. I can't believe this. I'm dead, some total stranger moved in and took over, my best friend's dead and gone and I have no clue as to why I'm here. How wonderful is this? I swear, I better not be stuck for here for like, a hundred years or something because this sucks ass so far.
And what's with this Byou guy anyway...who the hell acts so calmly about a ghost living in their new home? He's strange...I hope this living arrangement works out, because if not...one of us has to go, and I'll be damned if it's me.
Chapter: 1/20
Pairing: Manabu/Byou
Rated: R overall
Genre: AU, drama/romance, supernatural
Warning: some language
Overall Summary: Manabu just wanted to rest in peace. But for some reason, he just couldn't cross over and felt helplessly stuck in the world of the living. Now his 'afterlife' is becoming one complicated mess and it's all because of one very persistent man.
Synopsis: Manabu wont be too happy when he wakes up to find a stranger in his home.
comment: well, because I got a good amount of readers when I posted the prologue, I'll keep updating this fic. I'm not exactly sure if anyone liked it or not so feedback will be helpful. I enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you guys will enjoy reading it.
What the hell is that noise? I sat up and rub my eyes, blinking a little until my vision wasn't so cloudy. And what the hell did I see? Certainly not my loft. All my things are gone, furniture and all. Even the floor looks different. What the hell man? What's even going on right now? Jin's gonna be so p- Wait a minute...
Jin's dead...A-and dammit! I'm all alone...OH GOD I TOTALLY DIED.
"You know what, actually I like this one. You can move it into the bedroom." Who's in my damn loft? I died once, you aren't gonna come into my home and kill me again! Can that even happen? Well maybe if your last name is Winchester. I followed the voice, it was a man's voice. And for some reason, it really pissed me off.
I ran into the living room and tripped over my own feet, landing face first on the hardwood floor behind the couch. I lifted my head just a bit to hear what was going on.
"Oh God what is that bloody thing!?" that same voice shrieked. Was he talking about me? Could he see me? "Oh God that, that thing is hideous! I said I wanted a simple yet tasteful vase with dahlias. That thing is a purple nightmare and I want it out of my loft. I want it out now, please! Out, out, out!"
Man this guy is already a pain. I laid low for some time, ignoring all the talking and moving about. Eventually, I fell asleep behind that couch. A nap is better than dying again from boredom.
"Excuse me, what do you think you are doing? The other movers already left, stop getting your drool on my floor. It costs more than those rags you're wearing." I sat up, rubbing my eyes and then I realized that guy was talking to me. I jumped to my feet and took a few steps back.
"Are you talking to me?" I asked him, cocking my head to the side. I wasn't sure if this was real or not.
"Who else would I be talking to? And stop looking at me like that. You've never seen high class men or something? I know, I'm gorgeous. But I don't date the poor."
"H-how can you even see me? And who are you, anyway?"
"The man who just paid you to move his furniture, not to sleep behind it. Now please, leave before I call the cops. I'd like to settle into my new home if you don't mind."
"This is my home, first of all. Secondly, I don't like your taste and would never touch this expensive yet poorly made crap. Now get out of my house or I'll-"
"It's one thing to pretend you're crazy but it's completely different when you insult my taste! I'll have you know that all my things are custom made by the finest-"
"I don't care just get the hell outta my place!" And suddenly all the lights blew out in the place, and that purple vase he wasn't so fond up flew right past his face. What a shame it missed. But the look of sheer horror and confusion on his face couldn't be missed.
"Wh-what the hell are you? This is like some kind of bad, low budget horror movie. Or another Carrie remake...If you're gonna kill me, don't get blood on the furniture please."
I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not going to kill you. But since we aren't getting anywhere with insults and yelling, how about we sit down and try to talk like civilized people?"
He looked me over silently before he finally nodded. "How about you start by telling me who you are or...what you are, rather."
He couldn't help but laugh as I introduced myself. "Well, my name is Manabu and uh...I'm guessing I'm some kind of ghost? I mean, I was murdered like, right where you're standing so...yeah."
He blinked a few times before poking my shoulder and jumping back. "Wait, you were killed here in this room? Did you have a roommate by any chance? Who was also murdered here?"
I sighed and nodded. "Yeah. I suppose that means you kind of have an idea of who I am then." I looked at him expectantly and waited for him to say something. But, he just starred at me with the saddest expression I've probably ever seen.
"I thought your name was familiar. It's been almost two years since it happened. It was all anyone talked about for months. Man, I'm really sorry. So, what happened anyway? I don't expecat the news to be 100% accurate when it comes to this sort of thing."
"You think that's something I want to think about?" he was beyond angry. I mean, who does this guy think he is? I grabbed the pillows and cushions from the couch and hurled them at him. He was forced back against the wall, holding his arms up and hands out to shield himself.
"No, wai- Ouch! Hey come on I didn't mean to be insensitive or whatever! Dammit, you sure are a feisty little one." he let out a soft chuckle that made me feel some type of way. I'm dead, but I guess tat means I can still feel emotion. And what was so amusing about any of this?!
"You're a dick!" I tried hard to keep my angry facade a little longer but I felt my pout forming, which only caused him to laugh.
"Manabu-san, it seems we are kinda stuck with each other from here on out. We may as well try to get along, right? I mean, this is your home and all, but it's also my home now too. Like it or not, we are roommates. And we should attempt to get along. I'm sorry for yelling at you and coming off as an arrogant prick."
I sighed and nodded, I really had no other choice did I? Even if I managed to run this guy out, more and more people would move in. "Alright arlight, apology accepted. So what's your name anyway?" I asked, trying to avoid eye contact since this was all still awkward to me. He grabbed the pillows and put them back before taking a seat and patting the spot beside him.
"You can call me Byou." he stated simply, crossing his left leg over his right.
"Byou? Alright then. So, before you get to comfy, I'd like to lay down the rules of-"
"Rules? Are you serious? I'm a grown man, I don't need rules."
"Well if you want to live here then listen carefully, Byou, because in my home, whether you live here or not, you will abide by my rules. Got it?" I did my best to sound tough, as if I had any authority as a ghost.
"Yes ma'am." Byou smirked.
I rolled my eyes and continued. "Good. First rule, no drugs. Cigarettes have to be smoked on the balcony but alcohol is acceptable as long as you aren't drunk. Rule number two, if you're bringing company home, let me know ahead of time so I don't have to hear or see you and so I don't freak anyone out being a ghost and all. Rule three, don't bother me and I wont bother you. That's about it. Think you can manage?"
"Those aren't so bad. Alright, you got a deal Manabu." he smiles and held out his hand, I suppose he was expecting me to shake it. Well, why the hell not? I mean, I'm not one for formalities, but it should make up a little for the pretty rocky start.
"I suppose I'll have to sleep in the second bedroom?"
"What second bedroom?" he asked.
"What do you mean 'what second bedroom?' This place has two bedrooms!"
"Oh, you must mean my work room..."
"You changed it into a work room?! Where the hell am I supposed to sleep you arse?"
"Ghost need sleep?"
"I don't know...I'm not used to this. This is the first time I've been awake since...since I died."
"Oh...sorry. Well, since this was your place first, it's only fair that you have the bedroom. I'll sleep on the couch." he said with a nod. Was this guy serious?
"Really? I...thanks." he looked down and thought about it. "But I'm dead. How much can I sleep, you know? You take the bed. And if I get tired, I'll crash on the couch." I smiled at him, and he smiled back which made me immediately turn away and curse myself. Here I am being nice to this intruder Being nice to people is what got me in this mess in the first place. I almost sighed again.
"Thanks. I think I'll go sleep now, I'm beat. I'll see you in the morning." he said, standing with a yawn. I nodded and waved, watching him walk away. I can't believe this. I'm dead, some total stranger moved in and took over, my best friend's dead and gone and I have no clue as to why I'm here. How wonderful is this? I swear, I better not be stuck for here for like, a hundred years or something because this sucks ass so far.
And what's with this Byou guy anyway...who the hell acts so calmly about a ghost living in their new home? He's strange...I hope this living arrangement works out, because if not...one of us has to go, and I'll be damned if it's me.