Chapter 5

It had only been a day since my father had returned to Japan, but already the man was so drunk that he was singing karaoke with all his heart along with two of his work friends, both I didn't recognise yet claimed to have met me as a child.

The sight that was my usually tidy flat was one to behold… The floor was littered with beer cans, both empty and not, packets of half eaten crisps and various other food and drink containers. Many had also spilt some of their content, which was now trampled into my cream coloured carpet.

Despite their antics, and the bombsite they had turned my flat into, I couldn't stay mad at the cheerful bunch.

Just seeing my dad so happy and relaxed filled me with joy… even if his awful singing did make my ears feel as though they would bleed, and the sight of more and more spillages meeting my floor did make me want to cry…It made me feel happy too.

But that doesn't mean I wanted to also participate with them when my father's friend dragged me over, insisting I have a drink with them and join in the 'fun.'

Luckily I managed to get away before becoming too intoxicated or getting roped into singing another terrible version of ' Livin' on a prayer' or 'Journey.'

I relaxed onto my bed once reaching the safety of my room and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Holy Ra, they're annoying." The spirit of the ring hissed as he materialised at my door, glaring at the wooden object as though he thought by doing so the drunken men on the other side would stop their antics.

"I know. But that's what people do for fun these days." I turned my head to the spirit and smiled. "I'm sure people back in your day did too."

The spirit didn't respond and instead decided to continue glaring at the door before him.

One of the questions was about singing wasn't it? 'When did you last sing to yourself or someone else?' Yeah… I'm certain.

"When was the last time you sang to yourself?" I spoke softly to the spirit, with a curious glint in my eye.

He turned and looked at me, furrowing his brows as he probably contemplated why on earth I would ask such a pointless question.

"I don't recall." He muttered and tilted his head slightly. "Why on earth would I bother singing to myself, much less keep track of it, when the pharaoh still roams free? Besides none of the classics from my time would be around now."

"But everyone sings to themselves at some point!" I sat up and pouted at the overly serious spirit. "You must have at some point."

The spirit smirked and moved over to the end of my bed.

"Well yes I suppose you're right. Though I never was much of a singer, much like your father alcohol would make me do such silly things." The spirit's lip twitched into almost a smile, almost. "Men don't change, regardless of how many millennia have passed."

I nodded in agreement at the spirits words. From what I knew of history, he was right. Men had pretty much always been the same, especially when it involved drink.

"Wait! You got drunk? How old are you!?"

I widened my eyes in shock at the spirit and gripped my bedsheets as I moved slight closer to him.

I had always thought he was around my age, he looked no older than 16… maybe 17 at a push, so to me this was shocking. I wasn't naïve, I knew a lot of people under 20 did drink but I never thought the spirit would be the time of person to enjoy that kind of thing.

"Technically I was about 19 when I died, give or take a few years, but after a drink I can be any age you want." The spirit said in a mock seductive voice, and winked slightly in my direction.

I could feel the heat rising, sending my face a bright red colour as I tried to get over the image and sound now engraved into my mind. I would surely have nightmares tonight, and every other night after.

The spirit then let out a low chuckle to himself, muttering to himself about how easy it was to make me blush.

"Shu- Shut up!" I raised my voice ever so slightly as I reached back and through my fluffy pillow in his direction however…

"I'm a spirit dear Landlord. Meaning that I have no physical body."

….The pillow went straight through him and onto the floor.

In frustration I let out a small growl, and after collecting my pillow I lay myself down and pulled my covers over my head.

"Good night Spirit." The tone of my voice was monotone and dismissive, I didn't want him to see that my blush had increased further.

After moments of a thick silence the spirits voice broke the tension.

"What about you?"

"Huh?" I looked up slightly dazed.

"When did you last sing to yourself? Honestly Ryou, it was pretty obvious." His sarcastic tone returned.

I frowned for a short while I thought about my response.

"Well, would you sing to yourself if a psycho spirit was following you around? No, I don't think so." I pulled the covers further over my head.

"Who is this psycho spirit you speak of? I have a thing or two I would like to say to him if he's stalking my dear little landlord."

"Oh shut up."

Authors note-

Helllooooo everybody. It's been FOREVER since I updated this, sorry. I just kinda hated the question for this chapter... so I procrastinated... a lot...

Ooops...

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