This is My Cabin ((For *starfruits*))

[Sassy_World900]

It was a cool spring morning. Sakura blossoms were falling from the trees like snowflakes as the wind blew them away. Int he region of Kanto at Lake Ashi. There was an old run down cabin that has been on sale for many years resting at the shore of the lake. People had tried to buy it in the past, but they always come up with the most strangest of stories and resell it as is. Which caused the cabin the sell for a far more cheaper price. But each time someone tries to fix it, it got more damaged. Even the local people stay away from the turn of the century western style cabin. For they truly believed that the place was haunted by a ghost. Depending on who you ask the stories are different.

From the outside, some the windows were boarded but some were exposed and broken. Like someone had thrown rocks. It had a set of french door as the front down with handcrafted details. There was a decent size porch to enjoy the view of the lake with a a roof that had some holes it it, but could be worse. The paint was chipping away and faded looking like a dirty bleach yellow. To the left side there was a dock, but some of the boards were missing and didn't look all the safe to walk on. It look run down but int he right hands it could be something and today it seemed that someone had bough the cabin once more.

[*starfruits*]

Glinting in the first light of day, the door of a well-maintained Renault Megan cracked open, and from its homely interior yielded an equally, well-shined and maintained shoe; far more suited to the office than that of the wilderness and backdrop that they now found themselves.

They had brought with them a lair of fine-tailored, pinstripe trouser-clad legs, lean and powerful, the fabric form-fitting just as the rest of the gent's attire - sharp, but somehow casual suit, unbuttoned at a strong, smooth neck, welcoming the rural air.

Ryotsuu Hide was an odd guy. At 26, he had really made something of himself. Been raised by numerous, bizarre relatives and individuals who were each one eccentric and fantastical as Grimm's Fairytale models, each one imparting their own, private offering of brilliant crazy to this dark haired, handsome, life-loving man whose eyes were bright and deep as the darkest and deepest of oceans. Eyes that were deeper than the lake the old cabin stared out to, eyes that saw potential and future in everything, defying logic and religion.

Shielding his gaze, and loosening his shirt, "Last meeting with that damned editor for a whole month - let's make ourselves a home," he turned his head back, smiling back at the car that had never done him wrong, towards his fellow 'collaborator'.

A big, dopy looking lab, horse, deerhound cross, peered out from the passenger seat, right from the boot of the vehicle. He wanted his enthusiasm, licking his hairy jaws lazily. The car had been custom made to suit him and his personal, wiry furred space.

The sharp gent inhaled deeply through nostrils that flared like the mongrel's, sniffing heartily and excitedly from the wide open Megan window, "Smells like a new chapter, huh, boy?"

Hide opened the door to his diesal-guzzling pride, and released his best buddy, Waffru, and headed towards the back of the dilapidated lodge. Towards the storage shed that he had filled a couple of days prior that he had filled to the foundations with every raw material, tool and staple that wouldsid his new project.

Project Home Pride.

[Sassy_World900]

From one of the second floor windows, a slimming figure looks down at the storage shed. He looked like he just entered his 20's. His hair was raven black and short of long. Going as far as his shoulders. His forest green eyes peered down at the unwelcome 'guest'. Wearing a blue and white stripe tank and beige shorts with nothing on his feet. "So...another one has come, huh? I thought for sure that the last couple would of been the last." he spoke to himself. Letting out a sigh. "When will people learn not to mess with things that don't belong to them?" he asked himself. "Well no matter. I can easily scare him off. I few tricks here and there and then he will be off." he said with a smirk on his face and chuckles.

This strange young looking man moves away from the window. and makes his way down the stairs. Yet he was not walking, he was move of floating. For he was the reason why so many people had given up on the house. He can speak and looks like a human, but the thing is that no one can see or hear him. Then again that was most common with ghosts. Yes, he was indeed a ghost, that much he knows of, that and his name, Kano. Though he was not sure of his last name if he had one. When you been forever trapped in a house with no way to connect to the world, your mind tends to slips away.

Soon he arrives to the small foyer on the cabin. The floors were dusty, covered in trash, spilled paint cans and pieces of tarp. Likely left over from one of the other people who tried to restore the cabin. Cobwebs covered ever corner of the ceilings and hanging light fixtures. Thinking of his first trick to get him to leave. He looks around to see and though of the paint can. He smiles and puts in right in front of the door so that he will step into it and trip. Making him chuckle happily. "There, that should get him to leave." he said to himself proudly. Then took a seat only he stairs which face the doorway and wait.