Editing Ghost Hunt:Volume1 Chapter8 (section)

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Naru suddenly lifted his camcorder and headed out the door. 

Everyone looked at him in surprise. He looked back at us with his deep eyes. "Aren't you going to prepare to leave?" 

"Yeah, that's right," Miko-san said, standing up, "this wasn't exactly a really big case." 

Bou-san injected, "But weren't you scared to death earlier?" 

"Don't joke with me." 

...Preparations to leave. 

Hearing Naru say that, I felt really empty. 

I'm just a normal student. I became his temporary assistant because his original one was injured. 

Meaning... The thing that bought us together is gone now. 

Maybe we'll never see each other again. 

When I think of it that way, I felt a lump form in my throat. We'll never see each other again. I'll live my life, and Naru will live his. We'll never have a chance to see each other again. 

I have to say something. 

I watched Naru lift the equipment into the hallway. He turned around and looked at me, "Don't you two have to go to school today?" 

"I'm not going today," I replied. 

Naru immediately shot me a disdainful look. 

"Why don't you put more effort into becoming smarter?" 

...Why you.. 

Why do I care about this. 

Naru never even thought about us not being able to see each other again. I'd hoped he'd think about it a little. Even if it was just a short time, at least I was his assistant. 

...Even though it wasn't anything serious. The original assistant is on crutches now, but he can still move around. 

Eh— I'm kinda angry. 

...Why am I the only one feeling lonely? 

For some reason, I stared at Naru's back as he walked away. He turned around and called out, "If you're not going to class, then help me move the equipment back." 

Ah— Even in the end you can't help but make me suffer. 

Without saying anything, Kuroda walked back to class, hanging her head down in shame. 

I helped Naru move the equipment back into the van. I really had to say something. 

Should I say, "Please tell me your address" or something like that? No, I just can't bring myself to say it. 

Naru rolled up the last of the electrical wires and lifted it into his arms. There shouldn't be anything left in the lab room. 

"Mai, you can go back to class now." 

Naru still acted the same way. 

...Okay... 

You... You really don't feel it at all. 

Ah, I really hate you! 

"Well then, I'm going back to class," I declared. 

"Okay." 

"Are you going to see me off?" I softly asked. 

"Why would I?" 

...Why? What do you mean why. 

"That's what I thought. Since our time together was short, but you're just like Bou-san—" 

"There's no need to. You better hurry and get to class. If you get any dumber, not even the best medicine can help you." 

...You jerk! 

Really now. I get it now! 

I'm going to class then! Since you're not going to see me off anyway! From now on, I don't want to be associated with you anymore! 

I definitely won't think about you, you idiot— 

I finally calmed down and returned to class. It was spring, and my chair was near the window. The open window faced the old school building, and I couldn't help but look back at it. 

I gazed at it. 

It was quiet. The old school building's windows distorted. The remaining glass was covered by white dust. A cracking sound emanated from the building, followed by the sound of shattering glass. I couldn't help but get up and walk toward the window. 

The teacher called on me to sit down, but then stopped when she heard the sound of the glass shattering. Noise filled the room as everyone started talking at the same time. 

I saw the building shake. The roof on the west started to fall, followed by the rest of the building, creating a cloud of yellow dust. The west side looked like it was going to completely break down. 

The building let out one final sound as it collapsed. 

The left side of the building slowly sank. It was like as if a sand funnel or a hole in the ground was sucking it in. The entire building toppled like a ship sinking into the ocean. 

Taking advantage of the situation, I moved away from the window and left the classroom while everyone was still focused on the collapsing building outside. 

I ran toward the old school building. 

The silver van was no longer there. 

In the midst of the crowd, I did not find the one person I was looking for. 

The nasty ghost hunter had left. 

A few days later, the demolition project restarted to tear down the part of the building left standing. At the same time, rumors of Kuroda's psychic abilities spread throughout the school... 



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