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Now you see me, now you don’t || ongakunoaisu

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God, it was noisy.

The new tenant was moving in today—not that he’d gotten a memo or anything, the moving van and tiny car—tiny when compared to the lorry, anyway—parked on the sidewalk were enough to judge from. 

The second half of his day was filled with grunts and heaves of the moving men lifting down heavy boxes and settling them into the creaky old house, him having to dart this way and that so he wouldn’t be squashed—all right, he was a ghost, he couldn’t exactly be squashed, but still; having things set on him hurt, he’d tested on a finger before—all the while cursing whatever deity or higher power there was that being a ghost didn’t come with floating abilities. Really, he didn’t get the hype about being a spirit; you were invisible, being squashed still hurt, you still had to walk around on your own two feet, and you couldn’t fly. 

Finally all the boxes were settled, stacked neatly on top of one another. Jules had to admit he was somewhat impressed, there were a lot of boxes, each of them undoubtedly heavy, yet each of them were piled carefully atop and next to one another. 

Just as he was observing this the tenant—a blue-haired young man who seemed all right enough, pleasant to the movers while still getting the job done—called out into thin air, as if—as if, well, he could see him, or something.

Truthfully he’d never really been outside or stared at long enough to know if he could be sensed or anything—he only knew he was invisible because nobody ever greeted him. But, well, the man had called; better to speak up now than live a lie.

“Hey there.” Wasn’t like he could hear him, anyway. 

_{Kaito didn’t hear anything, at least in the sense that someone normally heard something. Vocal chords did not vibrate to form sound waves that cut through the musty, unused air of the house, but there was someone speaking, just the same. Kaito was sure of it.}

_{He didn’t know how he was sure of it, it didn’t work like that. But it was a knowledge too strong, in this moment, to be passed off as mere fantasy. It would have been as silly as assuming a person standing right in front of him was a hallucination – that’s how sure he was.}

     _{❄~ “… Where are you?”}

_{He wasn’t sure if that was the right question to ask, but what was the right question to ask? He didn’t think the non-voice had said anything particularly unique. A generic greeting, at the most. He had the knowledge of the words, but the words themselves remained unheard. It was a surreal experience.}

_{In the back of his head, the rational part of his mind yammered on, told him this was caused by stress, maybe, overexertion from they day’s work, or simply strange vibes from a new home, and tomorrow this would feel so silly –}

                                                                            _{Someone was walking down the stairs.}

_{Thump, thump, thump. Step by step, whoever it was was taking their time. Kaito’s heart hammered in his chest much faster than whoever was walking down the stairs. He sat on the couch, still as a statue. Finally, he heard a noise other than those slow, meandering steps. A troubled meow. Then, Marshmallow came around the corner, mewling again. Kaito remembered she had been skittish of the movers, and had run off somewhere.}

     _{❄~ “Hey, sweetie. I haven’t seen you all day.”}

_{But the cat wasn’t paying attention to him. She was paying attention to something else, and whatever confusion was relieved by the presence of the white cat built up all over again.}