Post by Bandit no Miko on Feb 28, 2006 18:08:35 GMT -4
Hello everyone, thanks for choosing to read my first MFOMT fanfic! ^^
This story is about romance,ghosts and a twinge of history, so hopefully this'll be an entertaining thread for everyone.
However, before you can go ahead and read, please take note that this fanfic is/will be a LEMON fanfic. By what I mean "lemon", is that there is a future romantic scene with adult content. If you are bothered by this, please...Go Away, Run out of this thread, and never look back. . If you decide to continue, take note that you have been warned....
Story Summary:
Situated in one of East Anglican's private schools, an innocent-looking boardinghouse had just became a bedlam of violent and mysterious happenings caused by something unnatural. Jay Dachalet, a "finder" to all things that answer the questions of the paranormal, and the school's only hope, seeks to find why and what exactly is causing the disturbances.
However, as she is scoping around the area, she finds the very item that is the focus of the disturbances was a little anomymous gameboy that belonged to a student, that contained a little world called Mineral Town...
Chapter 1:
It was only five o' clock in the evening, and the whole world around her was already pitch-black.
By seeing this, the young woman known as Jay Dachalet was not bothered by this, for she had already had gotten used to the brief scenes of sunlight in England.
Sitting on the worn leather seat in the bright red bus, she stared at the window, taking in the features of this english town.
The town was known as simply Ely, an ancient settlement right on the middle of the small island, where it was famous for its most prestigious school. Everywhere she looked, she could see large groups of teenagers, some in uniforms, while others in casual yet stylish clothes.
On Jay's lap, an opened proffesional-looking file lay there, showing off brilliant white papers showing valuable information. Looking down on her lap, the file stated that the school was a mix of a boarding and a normal school, and has a large number of wealthy students, mostly being the larger population compared to the locals that live here.
Looking back at her window, she found that the vehicle had already passed a plain yet floral town square, and is now parking into a bus stop near the town's famed cathedral.
Her file had mentioned that the towering building had existed ever since the reign of King Henry VIII, and yet it still looked intact, as if it had just appeared there brand-new, and intimidating anyone that came to close.
When the bus finally stopped, the woman sat up and closed her file in a snap. Shoving it in her rucksack, she hitched it on her back and made her way out of the vehicle.
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As soon as she stepped out of the door, she was greeted with a blast of cold air, which was so cold that it felt like breathing through cold gelatin. Taking in the foreign feeling of the environment, she pulled the collar of her green jacket higher to her face, just above her nose, and began walking away from the bus.
Since the bus parked a few feet away from the large doors of the cathedral, she was able to get a good perspective of the front of the place of worship. It would have been stunning, had it not been for the dark night, and the gargoyles snarling down at her from atop their high perch.
Feeling satisfied, she pulled out a worn scrap of notebook paper, which contained the information on where she was supposed to go. Peering at it, she found that she had to walk a great distanced to a house, a house that shelters the female students who are far away from home.
Rubbing her cold nose with her hand, she made her way south of the cathedral, walking on the uneven pavement that looked like it hadn't been fixed since...decades. She could almost feel the dents of human footprints on the stone floor, and some of them were cracked as if something heavy had pressed all its weight on them.
As she walked even further, she found a few meters away was a squat, two-story building that was nestled between a few buildings that housed classes of different subjects.
At each building she passed, a few of the windows were still illuminated by light, where she could see classes of students still attending anonymous lectures by smartly-dressed teachers.
She had to suppress the urge to pull a face at the window, but she still had to keep a proffessional look in this town. In her line of work, impressions are everything.
Finally arriving at house, she took note of its old look, which even though it didn’t adopt the English tudor/Victorian architecture, it looked like a lazy attempt of copying a mediterreanian beach house. Appearances aside, she wondered if the house was as old as most of the town.
‘What secrets do you hold, house?’, Jay thought, ‘after all, all walls have ears, and yet they have no mouths.’
Stepping up closer to the door, she pressed her index finger on the small door knob, and heard a faint ring on the other side.
Jay patiently waited for an answer, rubbing her numb hands together as she stared at the blue door, her ears straining for a noise to be made.
Before she expected it, the door swung open, revealing a perky middle-aged woman peering behind it.
Jay immediately seized the opportunity to introduce herself;
“Hullo, good evening!” She exclaimed, “I am Ms. Dachalet, I received a call from here to find something…”
The woman had a confused look in her face, but as soon as Jay uttered her name, a bright light seemed to have been born on the woman’s voice.
“Oh, you’re the ghost hunter! Do come in, you must be freezing!”
Jay’s mouth twitched, she hated the word “ghost-hunter”, even though it represents her occupation more closely than a “finder”. To her, the term “ghost-hunter” represents the crooks that believe themselves to be spiritual psychics, that act as a connection between the two worlds of the dead and the living. Truth was, they’re mostly hyperactive ? Won's glasses ? that give paranormal jobs a bad name.
‘They must have been desperate for searching for someone like me,’ She thought bitterly, but nevertheless, she obliged.
Stepping into the hallway, she was ushered by the hostess into the reception room, which was like a large office with couches and a television set.
The middle-aged woman smiled and gestured at the couches,“Please, make yourself at home.”
Shoving her cold hands in her pockets, she slumped on the couch, while the woman dragged an office chair and sat in front of her.
With the woman’s smiling face in front of her, the noises of girly activity inside the building, and the warm comfort of the couch, Jay already felt at home, and so felt a thousand times better since she stepped out of her own house back in Spain.
Breaking the silence between them, the woman started out formally.
“Thank you for coming, miss. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Heather O’ Shea, I’m the head tutor of this place. We call this a home for our female students who board here, but I’m sure you’ve heard of our recent problem…”
Jay nodded, “Yup, you seem to have a series of unexplained happenings here. Have you tried using other professionals to sorting out this problem?”
Heather nodded, “At first small things had happened, we had pest controls, architecture professionals, lots of people. I’m sure the reports we gave you talked about all the spiders and the stains that appeared all over the place, like mysteriously. But when things got worse, we went for you.”
Jay smiled, “I’m honored. Still, I see that the pattern is non-existent in here. Some ghosts tend to repeat their manifestations…but this one…”
Shrugging off her rucksack, she zipped open the item and pulled out the folder.
“Is that…?” Heather asked.
“Uh-huh, the reports we’re talking about.”
Opening the folder, she produced the data, and showed Heather the scrawled notes she made on it done in pencil.
Pointing to a page, she explained, “It seems that the ghost seems to be more powerful during the beginning of the month, and it happened only recently, during the winter season. I believe that the ghost is feeding off the activities of your girls, but I’m not sure yet, so I’m going to have to make a few examinations here, okay?”
Looking at the well-thumbed pages, Heather replied, “Well, it seems like you’re already ready to get to work! Do you want to start now?”
“Since the ghost awakens at night, of course.”
“Then I will tell the girls. That won’t be a problem?”
Jay shook her head, “Don’t worry, I’m just going to have a look around the house, alright?”
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This story is about romance,ghosts and a twinge of history, so hopefully this'll be an entertaining thread for everyone.
However, before you can go ahead and read, please take note that this fanfic is/will be a LEMON fanfic. By what I mean "lemon", is that there is a future romantic scene with adult content. If you are bothered by this, please...Go Away, Run out of this thread, and never look back. . If you decide to continue, take note that you have been warned....
Story Summary:
Situated in one of East Anglican's private schools, an innocent-looking boardinghouse had just became a bedlam of violent and mysterious happenings caused by something unnatural. Jay Dachalet, a "finder" to all things that answer the questions of the paranormal, and the school's only hope, seeks to find why and what exactly is causing the disturbances.
However, as she is scoping around the area, she finds the very item that is the focus of the disturbances was a little anomymous gameboy that belonged to a student, that contained a little world called Mineral Town...
Chapter 1:
It was only five o' clock in the evening, and the whole world around her was already pitch-black.
By seeing this, the young woman known as Jay Dachalet was not bothered by this, for she had already had gotten used to the brief scenes of sunlight in England.
Sitting on the worn leather seat in the bright red bus, she stared at the window, taking in the features of this english town.
The town was known as simply Ely, an ancient settlement right on the middle of the small island, where it was famous for its most prestigious school. Everywhere she looked, she could see large groups of teenagers, some in uniforms, while others in casual yet stylish clothes.
On Jay's lap, an opened proffesional-looking file lay there, showing off brilliant white papers showing valuable information. Looking down on her lap, the file stated that the school was a mix of a boarding and a normal school, and has a large number of wealthy students, mostly being the larger population compared to the locals that live here.
Looking back at her window, she found that the vehicle had already passed a plain yet floral town square, and is now parking into a bus stop near the town's famed cathedral.
Her file had mentioned that the towering building had existed ever since the reign of King Henry VIII, and yet it still looked intact, as if it had just appeared there brand-new, and intimidating anyone that came to close.
When the bus finally stopped, the woman sat up and closed her file in a snap. Shoving it in her rucksack, she hitched it on her back and made her way out of the vehicle.
*************************************
As soon as she stepped out of the door, she was greeted with a blast of cold air, which was so cold that it felt like breathing through cold gelatin. Taking in the foreign feeling of the environment, she pulled the collar of her green jacket higher to her face, just above her nose, and began walking away from the bus.
Since the bus parked a few feet away from the large doors of the cathedral, she was able to get a good perspective of the front of the place of worship. It would have been stunning, had it not been for the dark night, and the gargoyles snarling down at her from atop their high perch.
Feeling satisfied, she pulled out a worn scrap of notebook paper, which contained the information on where she was supposed to go. Peering at it, she found that she had to walk a great distanced to a house, a house that shelters the female students who are far away from home.
Rubbing her cold nose with her hand, she made her way south of the cathedral, walking on the uneven pavement that looked like it hadn't been fixed since...decades. She could almost feel the dents of human footprints on the stone floor, and some of them were cracked as if something heavy had pressed all its weight on them.
As she walked even further, she found a few meters away was a squat, two-story building that was nestled between a few buildings that housed classes of different subjects.
At each building she passed, a few of the windows were still illuminated by light, where she could see classes of students still attending anonymous lectures by smartly-dressed teachers.
She had to suppress the urge to pull a face at the window, but she still had to keep a proffessional look in this town. In her line of work, impressions are everything.
Finally arriving at house, she took note of its old look, which even though it didn’t adopt the English tudor/Victorian architecture, it looked like a lazy attempt of copying a mediterreanian beach house. Appearances aside, she wondered if the house was as old as most of the town.
‘What secrets do you hold, house?’, Jay thought, ‘after all, all walls have ears, and yet they have no mouths.’
Stepping up closer to the door, she pressed her index finger on the small door knob, and heard a faint ring on the other side.
Jay patiently waited for an answer, rubbing her numb hands together as she stared at the blue door, her ears straining for a noise to be made.
Before she expected it, the door swung open, revealing a perky middle-aged woman peering behind it.
Jay immediately seized the opportunity to introduce herself;
“Hullo, good evening!” She exclaimed, “I am Ms. Dachalet, I received a call from here to find something…”
The woman had a confused look in her face, but as soon as Jay uttered her name, a bright light seemed to have been born on the woman’s voice.
“Oh, you’re the ghost hunter! Do come in, you must be freezing!”
Jay’s mouth twitched, she hated the word “ghost-hunter”, even though it represents her occupation more closely than a “finder”. To her, the term “ghost-hunter” represents the crooks that believe themselves to be spiritual psychics, that act as a connection between the two worlds of the dead and the living. Truth was, they’re mostly hyperactive ? Won's glasses ? that give paranormal jobs a bad name.
‘They must have been desperate for searching for someone like me,’ She thought bitterly, but nevertheless, she obliged.
Stepping into the hallway, she was ushered by the hostess into the reception room, which was like a large office with couches and a television set.
The middle-aged woman smiled and gestured at the couches,“Please, make yourself at home.”
Shoving her cold hands in her pockets, she slumped on the couch, while the woman dragged an office chair and sat in front of her.
With the woman’s smiling face in front of her, the noises of girly activity inside the building, and the warm comfort of the couch, Jay already felt at home, and so felt a thousand times better since she stepped out of her own house back in Spain.
Breaking the silence between them, the woman started out formally.
“Thank you for coming, miss. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Heather O’ Shea, I’m the head tutor of this place. We call this a home for our female students who board here, but I’m sure you’ve heard of our recent problem…”
Jay nodded, “Yup, you seem to have a series of unexplained happenings here. Have you tried using other professionals to sorting out this problem?”
Heather nodded, “At first small things had happened, we had pest controls, architecture professionals, lots of people. I’m sure the reports we gave you talked about all the spiders and the stains that appeared all over the place, like mysteriously. But when things got worse, we went for you.”
Jay smiled, “I’m honored. Still, I see that the pattern is non-existent in here. Some ghosts tend to repeat their manifestations…but this one…”
Shrugging off her rucksack, she zipped open the item and pulled out the folder.
“Is that…?” Heather asked.
“Uh-huh, the reports we’re talking about.”
Opening the folder, she produced the data, and showed Heather the scrawled notes she made on it done in pencil.
Pointing to a page, she explained, “It seems that the ghost seems to be more powerful during the beginning of the month, and it happened only recently, during the winter season. I believe that the ghost is feeding off the activities of your girls, but I’m not sure yet, so I’m going to have to make a few examinations here, okay?”
Looking at the well-thumbed pages, Heather replied, “Well, it seems like you’re already ready to get to work! Do you want to start now?”
“Since the ghost awakens at night, of course.”
“Then I will tell the girls. That won’t be a problem?”
Jay shook her head, “Don’t worry, I’m just going to have a look around the house, alright?”
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Chapter 3 will come soon...