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Title: Samayou Maboroshi Original: さまようまぼろし Author: Josee / Joze Year: 2019 Download: LINK Feel free to translate but do not reupload outside of this forum or share on social media.

All Vernon wanted was to move to a new city, get his own little place, away from his old boring life, and his old boring town. Well when the young aspiring film star moves into a little flat on the island of Yakushima, he got a great deal more then he was expecting!! Vernon:https://candillamanilla.tumblr.com/image/162929481116 aged: 22 He wants to be a film star but his stage fright often keeps him from taking on bigger roles then a background character, but he's constantly offered stars in porn films, which he constantly refuses. ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ Okay.. that's the last of the boxes finally!! Vernon thought his a placed the last of his luggage on the ground. His landlord had given him the keys and, surprisingly left in such a hurry he didn't even get to give the man a proper thank you. What made this better was he got this place on the cheap!! 4000 yen a month wasn't bad at all especially for Vernon who was just starting out as an actor and working at a tourist rental shop for parasols and surf boards. Sure things were a bit tight still, but hey it was a start, and the island had a local cafe were he could go and put his name out there!! This was just gonna be a small stepping stone to his dream! Whelp first some lunch then to start unpacking Vernon made his way to the kitchen to wamr up some instant noodles.

Plot: After exploring a haunted house for a project at school, Moto finds themselves being followed by a mysterious presence-it’s a ghost, which happens to be Gin. And guess what? They have the hots for Moto. Characters: Name: Gin Seishin (Silver Spirit) Nickname: Spirit Age: N/A, looks around 17 or 18 Birthday: June 9th, year unknown Deathday: December 25th, year unknown Gender: Male Race: Ghost/Spirit Sexuality: Not sure Appearance: Height: 5' 5" Weight: 106 lbs Skin: A very pale ivory Eyes: Silvery grey, with dark grey lining the outside of the iris Hair: Long, wispy, and slightly wavy. Is a light silver grey in color Body Structure: Slightly thin, but has some muscle Marking(s): What appears to be a stab wound at the area of his heart, in the front and back Clothing: Is always seen wearing a white tshirt that has a red swirl design on it, and what appears to be a tear in the shirt, with blood lining the hole. Over this is a green zip up sweater with red strings. At the back is a tear, much like that on his shirt. For pants he wears dark grey skinny jeans, and for shoes black converse. Personality: Despite being a ghost, Spirit is a very happy person. He is kind, gentle, and easy to get along with. However at times he sometimes gets very moody, especially during the winter season, as well as around his birthday. Other than those times, he is a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, 'go with the flow and you'll be okay'. He cares deeply about those he is friends with, and can be quite shy around new people, especially those he likes. He hides the fact that he is a ghost from most people, but for those he trusts, he tell them. Background: Even to Spirit, his story is one of mystery. All he remembers is that one Christmas evening, he was out on a walk and was suddenly stabbed in the middle of the chest. Next thing he knew, he was standing over a dead body...His own dead body. And ever since then, he's been wandering around, trying to find out why he's still here. He does not remember anything except that night, his birthday, and the events since finding himself by his dead body. Abilities: Telepathy, walking through walls, invisibility, being able to float, being able to move objects without touching them. Somehow he can also manipulate the element of ice and snow. Another thing he can do is make himself solid, and not transparent and see through like other ghosts. Likes: Listening to music, reading books, playing the piano, sketching animals and flowers, meeting new people Dislikes: Dwelling on the past, the dark, being lonely, dark alleyways, Christmas ((Belongs to ~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~)) Name: Moto Leaf Age: 17 Appearance: Tall, dark haired, pale and skinny. Wears black all the time, along with an array of dull-coloured badges. He occasionally wears eye liner, and sometimes neon plastic bracelets to add colour to his appearance. Sexuality: Bi Personality: Quiet, eerie and secretive. What people don't know is that he's actually just extremely awkward and dislikes having to start conversation, preferring for people to come to him. Bio: Moto left home the second he could. His mother and father both had high expectations of him that he just couldn't meet, and they were constantly worried about his extreme obsession with the super natural. Interests: Ghosts, fairies, mermaids, cults. Pretty much any sort of mythology. History, biology. He has a morbid fascination with the human body. Starting Post: Moto sighed. Of all the places to be assigned to...it had to be here. He knew, for a solid fact, that there were so many more interesting places. Like an old hospital to the West of his own house, or the dockyard in the East of the town. They had far, far more history than...this. A cliche, predictable mansion. Well, at least all he had to do was snap a few pictures. Then he could get out and back to his room, to finish this God-forsaken project as quickly as he could. He'd been given the keys to the place from the school-they'd managed to get them, one way or another. He pushed the key into the lock. The door groaned as it swung inward to reveal a spacious hallway, decorated with wispy spider webs and a whole army of dust bunnies. Moto grimaced, coughing into his balled fist. It was disgusting in here. How long had it been since it was even touched? The stairs, much like the doors, gave off whines and creaks as Moto walked up them. He brought out the small camera, snapping pictures of the grimy windows and carpets. There wasn't much to see at all. How disappointing. As Moto took the last photo and stuffed the camera into his pocket, he heard something-faint, and almost inaudible, but something nonetheless. His throat closed up and he froze, hand hovering over the banister. He wasn't about to back out of this-he wasn't going to be a total chicken and run away screaming. He ducked back into the hallway. "Who's there?" he called.