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Ghost AU (Ghostsuka + Eric)

[ Eric yawned, tired from school and helping out another ghost go over to the other side. It wasn't that he wanted to help, it just meant one less spirit to bug him for doing something that would let them leave him alone. A bag of convenience store food in one hand and his other in a pocket, he made his way slowly back home.

He couldn't remember a time when he never saw these things. His parents shrugged it off as imaginary friends and over active imagination as he got older. But when they started to tell him he was getting too old for these kind of stories, he stopped telling them all together. He thought he could tell his friends at school but with all the teasing and bullying that came after the stories disappeared as well. He was getting better at least figuring out who was real and who was a ghost. The looks he got when it looked like he was talking to himself were hardly good.

His parents were gone for so long that he couldn't remember when they were home last. They were gone for business a lot, traveling around Japan and other Asian countries, which was why they moved here to be closer to their business. So that left him alone with their home, his schoolwork and the many spirits wandering around aimlessly in the city. ]

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[Too bad for him, this ghost didn't want to move on (this place was more interesting after all) and...This kid seemed kind of lonely, with his parents being gone and accidentally alienating his friends by talking about the ghosts. He may be dead, but he can be a friend. Right? Right.

So when Eric came home that day, there was a cheerful ghost in his house, humming as he looked around the kitchen.]

You have a lot of food here!

[ Eric jumped a bit when he saw some stranger in his house. But he saw it was just another ghost, one that liked peeking into other people's business ]

It's rude to come in here without permission, you know.

[ He set his bag of food on the counter, staring at the stranger. ]

What are you doing here?

[And the ghost shrugs, still smiling.]

No one else was in here when I arrived, so I came in. I said pardon the intrusion! [It doesn't count if no one hears it...

Is that more food? Ghostsuka's practically sparkling as he smiles now.]

I'm looking to see what I could cook! You're hungry since you just got home, right? [Stop talking like you live here.]

[ He sighs, placing the bad on the table. ]

Please leave. I'm not in a mood to help you out tonight.

[ Just thinking about the homework he needed to catch up on, along with trying to catch up on sleep. He rustles out some food in a plastic container. ]

Besides, I've got some instant food, there's no reason to cook...

[Wow what a weird thing to say. Ghostsuka tilts his head, blinking once at Eric.]

Who said I needed [or wanted] help?

[He knows he's a ghost, but come on. Is that really what you think about first whenever you see a ghost? That's not nice...

And wow, turning down home cooked food for instant food? He's insulted. He clicks his tongue, smile turning into a small pout.]

Instant stuff isn't nearly as good as my cooking.

[ He shrugged. ]

That's all you ghosts ever seem to want. Tell a relative this, send someone that. All so demanding when you figure out people can see you.

[ There was always a shocked 'you can see me?' then immediately followed by a 'can you help me?' He was surprised this one didn't start off with the same thing. Though maybe his 'skills' have been circulating around the dead world ]

Why do you want to cook so badly?

Oh, but I don't have any relatives, and everyone I cared about is dead now too.

[Okay that last might not be true, but it'd hurt too much to actually visit them now. Why would he want to remind them of the pain? ...are they actually around anymore? He doesn't remember how long it's been...

No, Ghostsuka is just really...odd. Even for a ghost.

And that's an easy answer.]

It's fun!

[ He paused. He's had a few similar cases of those but there was still always something that needed to be done. Flowers, letters, some sort of remembrance. But if this guy didn't want any of that then who was he to argue. ]

You don't need any help with anything...is that it?

[ He's already putting his meal in the microwave. ]

Even better, then don't bother me. Go haunt some place else.

There's nothing I can think of anyway. I don't really want to leave. [Why would he want to leave everything he's ever known again? He doesn't know what happens when he leaves, and he's not exactly keen on finding out.

How rude!! Whatever, he'll make his breakfast or something. He'll cook for him, just wait!]

But I like it here. Isn't it better not to be alone? [Somehow even more cheerful and laid-back than living!Tatara.]

That so?

[ Why him? Why couldn't this ghost go someplace else? And he's rude? Coming from the ghost that came into his house and wants to cook. ]

My parents live here too. Why would you think I'm alone?

[ What are you a stalker ghost? Though it's true since his parents haven't been around for a few weeks how would this guy know that. ]

Because the two of us are the only ones here right now.

[Isn't that obvious? He hardly counts as company if Eric wants him to leave right away.

And he may have been here for a few hours before Eric got back. He'll just not mention that yet.]

Anyway, I've been in this area for a while. It's usually only you here.

So you are a stalker...

[ He removed his food from the microwave and sat at the table, beginning to eat his dinner. ]

You're not going to leave me alone...are you?

Probably not!

[Is it really stalking when he just likes haunting this neighborhood? Can ghosts stalk people...?

He sits at the table across from him, smiling again.]

Is that any good?

[ Who knows but you know enough about him already to make it sound creepy.

He sighs. This guy is going to be a headache to deal with, he can just tell. ]

It's fine. I don't like to cook much so this does the job.

[That wasn't the intention but Oh Well.

He was a headache to his friends when he was alive too! However long ago that was. A very appreciated headache.]

I'd still like to cook for you sometime, so you don't just live off of instant food. [Who knows! Maybe not having many people eat his cooking is why he's still around (probably not but maybe Eric would eat his food if he said that).

And instant food can't be that good for him anyway...]

[ His poor friends, though Eric will learn eventually. ]

You're possibly one of the strangest ghost I've ever met.

[ His Mom always bought a good amount of food for him to cook with but he never bothered. He would even pick up some himself but coming back from school and dealing with ghosts he was too tired to put any effort into feeding himself. ]

...Do what you want. The food in there would just go to waste otherwise.

I'll take that as a compliment!

[Permission to cook granted! The ghost practically glows with excitement.

He gets up from the table as quickly as a living person could without knocking over something and basically jumps over to the refrigerator, opening it to see what exactly is inside.]

I'll make breakfast then! What time do you usually leave for school?

[ He watches, chewing his meal still. ]

Seven.

[ Did he just pick up a mama ghost? Will he do the cleaning and laundry too? ]

And what time do you wake up? Gotta figure out how long you have to eat.

[THAT'S A POSSIBILITY. He keeps looking in the fridge, ticking his fingers as he makes a mental list of things he could cook.

Being dead is kind of boring, you know. Since this kid can at least see him, he might as well help out so the kid has an easier time.]

10 minutes before I leave.

[ He's not a morning person so really what is breakfast. ]

What's your name by the way? Or what do you want to be called?

[ That's kinda important. ]

So something you can eat while walking, okay.

[He'll give him like. a banana and toast. Or a sandwich. It'll work out somehow.

He closes the door and turns back to the boy.]

I don't remember, honestly. Something about ten bonds? You probably won't be talking about me to others, so do you really need something to call me? [Apart from "that ghost that moved into my house"]

You don't have to.

[ Are you going to make him a bento lunch to compensate for a small breakfast?

He tilts in head in thought. Dead long enough to forget his name, how sad. Ten bonds...he'll try and think of something. It's almost like naming a pet. ]

Wouldn't it be easier to call you something? Ghost sounds pretty boring. My name is Eric Surt, in case you need it.

[ How did he give in to this kind of situation so easily? Maybe he was crazy. ]

I remember liking cooking, so it's not a problem. Besides, you can see me. I should do something to make up for that.

[Ghosts aren't always fun to see! He knows he probably wouldn't have liked to see them when he was alive.

And aren't ghosts only there if someone wants to see them?]

Maybe, but..."You" works just as well, I think. Eric's a nice name though, seems like a shame I'll almost never have to use it.

[His "daily life" seems to be much stranger than others, that's for sure.]

And I am a ghost, so there's nothing wrong about calling me one.

How considerate.

[ They're not fun, but they didn't seem to care when Eric wanted to not see them. Always pestering for favours or stories or help, who cares about a kid that needs to study or sleep? ]

Use it if you want. If you plan on staying here you may as well have something like a name.

[ He yawned, tired. But school work had to come first. He stands up and starts to clean out the containers. He grabs some kind of drink to keep him awake. ]

I've got homework to do. I don't know what you plan on doing but keep it down maybe.

[Maybe he'll find excuses to say the name. But, if it's just Eric in the house, there's really no reason to.

He'll just drop the name subject--who knew not having one anymore would cause someone to want to give him one?]

What kind of homework? [Ghostsuka is now curious. It's not like he has anything else to do, and who knows. Maybe he could be helpful (how helpful could he be if he forgot his own name?)

But if Eric doesn't want him to do the thing, he'll...do something to pass the time. How long has it even been? Not sleeping has really messed with his sense of time.]

ghostsuka why

Because it's Ghostsuka

yes... but why

Who knows

certainly not us

Nope as much as we try

he's too...weird

Very weird but lovable

we like you, but why do you do the things that you do

It's a mystery~

sobbing

/hugs?

tatara why

omg Tatara why

we just don't know

The creepy friendly person XD

....yeah.....

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