Disclaimer: Eerie Queerie (Ghost!) belongs to Shuri Shiozu, Shinshokan & TOKYOPOP. Rally owns Emma Blair.
Author's Note: AAC stands for Anime Assassin Corps. It's the web personalities on the Anime Hit List, one of my alternate websites. On that site my personality is Kawaii. Here I'm just using the name as a prop, but if you'd like to know more about the AAC and the Anime Hit List click here.
"Tragedy," finished Mitsuo miserably. He swallowed back a yawn, rubbing his left eye with the heel of his hand. "Is this some sort of cruel and unusual punishment? Or maybe in some sick part of your mind, you crave the sight of a perfectly healthy teenager going completely bonkers," with each phrase the volume of Mitsuo's voice rose a few decibels, "With worry because he knows he's going to be possessed by a thousand spirits at once and- and- and-"
"Mitsuo, calm down," began Hasunuma in a soothing tone.
"But- but- but-"
"Calm," the word was drawn out in an almost singsong. Hasunuma produced an ofuda, plastering it on Mitsuo's forehead. "I won't let anything happen to you."
The blond froze, a look of sheer absurdity staining his otherwise adorable face. "Wha-" he began before trying again. "What was that for?"
"The usual. Warding off body snatching spirits and the like." Hasunuma couldn't avoid a slight smirk.
"I can't walk around like this!" He snatched the ofuda from his head and shoved it in his pocket.
"But you're not paranoid anymore, are you?" Hasunuma pointed out. Mitsuo shook his head. "Then, to the beach, says I! And Emma-chan, please stop purposely freaking my friend out."
"Sorry," she said with a look that betrayed her true feelings. "I can't help it."
"Try." The word came out a bit cooler than Hasunuma was intending.
Emma-chan dropped her smile. "You got it, Boss."
"Interesting place for some statuary," was Hasunuma's dry comment.
"There's a story behind this Norwegian Lady, if you'd like to hear it?" Emma-chan looked to Mitsuo for the signal to continue.
"Will it scare me?" Mitsuo asked suspiciously.
"It shouldn't, but it is quite sad."
Mitsuo considered for a moment. Sadness normally leads to tragedy. Tragedy normally leads to unrestful spirits. Unrestful spirits normally lead to him getting possessed. But- Dammit, now he was curious. "Okay, what's the story behind this sad lady?"
Hasunuma fidgeted.
"Mr. Hasunuma, is it alright with you?"
He put both hands out. "Beach, sun, fun, sand, swimming or long, boring history story. This time I can't help it."
Emma-chan giggled. "I'll make it short.
"Back in 1891 a Norwegian bark named Dictator shipwrecked off this coast. The captain Jorgen Jorgensen was one of the few survivors. His wife, Johanne, and his four-year-old son, Carl, both perished in the shipwreck. This statue is a replica of the Dictator's ship maiden. It's a memorial for the ones lost at sea. Short enough for you?"
Something nagged at Mitsuo neck. "What are you leaving off of the story, Emma-chan?"
"Mitsuo, swimming. Remember vacation," Hasunuma whined.
"Then go swimming. I want to hear the rest of the story."
"No, you don't. It's obvious that this story is going to turn into a tale of ghostly ne'er-do-wells. She's been doing nothing but sending you into panic since we got here."
"I assure you, these ghosts are properly resting," Emma-chan stated with the return of that annoying oh-so-happy smile of hers. "There is no threat to your Mitsuo."
My Mitsuo! Hasunuma felt as if his head had exploded before he regained his senses. It was a slip of the tongue. Yeah. That was it. "Fine then," he managed to sound unruffled at least to his own ears, "Continue."
Mitsuo was looking to Hasunuma, as if he'd missed something important and didn't consciously realize it. The rest of Hasunuma's misplaced anger and embarrassment faded.
Emma continued the story. "Johanne and Carl's bodies washed up days apart from each other. They were buried in separate cemeteries. According to legend, the people who lived around the churchyard that Carl was buried in repeatedly heard a child crying. The crying only stopped when they moved Carl to a grave next to his mother."
"Now, that was a story," said Mitsuo, unexpectedly.
"That didn't bother you?" Hasunuma was feeling the beginnings of confusion.
"Why should it? Yeah, it was sad, but everything's alright now, right Emma-chan?"
She just nodded.
"I can't believe I'm going to say this," he muttered, "But, I should've listened to Ichi."
Notes:
1. Taken directly from the Virginian Pilot 10-30-03
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