Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Ghost Fighters ❯ Visitors ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1: Visitors

 

The greenish ghoul poked his (its?) head out and glanced around quickly. The coast looked clear. He heaved a sigh of relief and stepped out from behind the pillar. He floated a few feet away and prepared to make a break for it.

 

“Going somewhere?” a voice asked from behind him. The ghoul froze in mid-air and turned around slowly. There, stepping out from another pillar not two feet away, was a tall, dark brown-haired man, smirking at him.

 

“You thought you could get away, didn't you?” Peter Venkman mocked. “Hah, dream on. No ghost can escape me,” he continued, circling the ghost slowly which caused him to move too. Soon, they were turning in a slow circle.

 

The ghost's beady eyes scanned the room quickly, searching for an escape route. He was stuck in the middle of the room, too far from the door and the nearest wall was behind Peter. He didn't dare to make a break for the other two walls for they were too far and he'll be caught before he can get to them. Desperate time calls for desperate measures. The ghost charged at him.

 

Peter was caught off-guard for he had thought the ghoul would beg for mercy or even just stand still, if you could call it standing, but he never thought he would charge at him. The ghost drew closer and closer by each second. Just as the shock wore off, Peter screamed.

 

SPLAAT!!

 

Too late.

 

Green slime covered his entire face, from forehead to neck. The ghost, cackling with joy, was floating behind him just beside the wall. Peter lifted a hand and furiously wiped the goo from his face.

 

“SLIMERRRRRR!!!”

 

Slimer ceased his cackling and floated through the wall just as Peter's hands swiped the empty air where Slimer was a few microseconds ago.

 

“Slimer, you greedy hog of a ghost. You come back here or I'll lock you up in the containment unit,” he shouted, running to the next room. “I'll teach you to steal my chocolate cake.”

 

Meanwhile, Ray Stantz and Winston Zeddmore were playing chess in the big room, which served as a kitchen, lounge and dining area, while Egon Spengler was fiddling around with his latest invention. Janine Melnitz was sitting behind her desk, as usual, filing her nails.

 

Ray pondered over the chessboard. Winston had beaten him three times already but he wasn't about to give up. He gave a small sigh and studied the board more closely. Just as he was about to admit defeat, he found a solution. He sat straight up in his chair and shouted with joy.

 

“YESSSSS!!! Ha! Ha! You won't win this time.” He leaned forward, beaming, and reached out for his piece.

 

SPLAAATTT!!

 

Slimer flew right into Ray's face, showering green goo all over him and Winston. Peter was running towards them, yelling his head off. Not looking where he was going, his foot got caught in the loose end of the carpet and he tripped. Falling headlong onto the table, he sent chess pieces flying through the air. As Winston wiped the goo from his face, a drop of it landed in Egon's invention, which disrupted the mechanism and exploded.

 

“SLIMERRRRRRR!!!”

 

BRRRING-BRRRING!

 

Saved by the bell, or in this case, the telephone. Janine took the call while the Ghostbusters eyed Slimer angrily. Just as Peter was about to yell at him again, the alarm bell rang. Duty time. They hurried to Ecto-1, grabbing the address from Janine. And they're off to catch yet another ghost.

 

 

Late that evening, they came back tired and worn out, their Proton Guns slung over their shoulders. Egon was carrying the ghost traps and he headed straight to the basement where they kept the ecto-containment unit. After he kept the ghosts, he dragged his feet back upstairs.

 

The rest of the Ghostbusters were sprawled on the couch, most of them already dozing off. Egon went to the only available chair in the room and dropped his exhausted body on it. They had about twelve jobs that day and had run raggedly throughout New York City, chasing and trapping ghosts. Halloween was coming soon and he dreaded it for that was the time when all the ghosts will come out to play. Last year's Halloween had been a disaster with all four of them chasing different ghosts in different parts of the city. They couldn't keep up with the job anymore.

 

Egon had a feeling that the coming Halloween was going to be really bad. As Halloween comes closer, more ghosts will appear and the more ghosts appear, the more tired they get and the more tired they get, the more ghosts they'll lose. Things were not looking good for them and if they don't do something soon, there's going to be trouble.

 

“Guys,” Egon spoke finally. “We need help.”

 

Ray, who was still awake, nodded slowly, realizing what was on Egon's mind. “I agree with you, Egon. We can't keep up with all these jobs anymore. There's only four of us and who-knows-how-many ghosts out there. We need to hire more Ghostbusters.”

 

“Yeah. We hardly get enough sleep to handle all those jobs for the next day,” half-awake Winston answered. Peter chose that time to utter a loud snore, which received a sharp jab in the ribs from Ray. He woke up with a startled yelp and glared at his companion.

 

“Ahem,” Egon cleared his throat. “We were talking about hiring more Ghostbusters to help us with our predicament. What do you think, Peter?”

 

Peter yawned loudly. “Hah, that's a laugh. Who are you going to hire? Besides us, there are no other sane people who are willing to take the job.”

 

The group fell silently at the harsh yet true statement. It was hard enough to get people to believe in ghosts, but to get people who were willing to catch ghosts was next to impossible.

 

Ding!! Dong!!

 

“Now who could that be in the middle of the night?” Ray wondered.

 

“God, I hope it's not another job for us. I'm too pooped to go around chasing more ghosts.” Winston plopped back on the couch, right on top of Peter.

 

Janine usually answered the door and phone calls but since she had the night off, Egon, being the one closest to the door and the only one awake enough, went to answer it. It was nearly midnight and a light drizzle had started up to add to the cold night air. Egon was wary as he approached the door for the last time he had answered it at midnight, a couple of ghosts had tried to attack him.

 

Four persons stood at the doorstep, all garbed in long raincoats with the collars and head-covers pulled up to shelter their faces. Since the moon had gone behind a cloud, Egon couldn't see their faces to make out whether they were ghosts or humans.

 

He cleared his throat. “Yes? May I help you?”

 

The one in front of the rest walked up a step and spoke in a soft tenor voice. “I believe so. We're here to apply as Ghostbusters.”

 

“Ghostbusters?” came the startled reply.

 

“Yes, we're willing to work for free. No payment, just food and bed will do.”

 

Egon was completely shocked at the news but finally remembered his manners. “Sure. Why don't you come in and we'll discuss it inside, Mister…. errr….?”

 

As he asked the question, the moon came out from the cloud and cast light onto the stranger's face. Egon saw a young teenage face with a headband around his forehead, sucking on what looked like a blue pacifier.

 

“Koenma. The name is Koenma.”