《(Omni-Manga Fanfic) After Being Haunted by a Non-Scientific, Clingy Evil Spirit》 Author: Chun Bujue
Synopsis:
What is it like to be forced into a "Ghost" movie-style romance?
The paranormal novelist Kisaragi Chiyo, who had been haunted, said it was actually quite alright.
After all, the male ghost had no physical form, he was both good-looking and pleasing to the eye.
He was capable in both the kitchen and the living room, with several tentacles that were both versatile and skilled, possessing extraordinary abilities. Aside from his constant desire to devour him, there was nothing wrong with him.
Everything became uncontrollable once Kisaragi Chiyo received a puppy's corpse.
A male ghost possessed the puppy, from then on, it became able to be touched.
Kisaragi Chiyo, forced into close contact with him:!
In short, hurry and find a close friend to call for help!
*
Is there any news in this world worse than being forced to be bound to two male ghosts?
Some friends, as the unlucky Kisaragi Chiyo, will tell you from personal experience that there is no news worse than being forced into a bond with two male ghosts.
Watching the cat that had practically delivered itself to her, Kisaragi Chiyo, forced into the role of a middleman, fell into deep thought.
..
The long-haired, dark-purple-eyed evil spirit silently climbed onto the breeder's shoulder, its dim gaze falling upon his neck, as if contemplating the best angle to take a bite.
An unknown existence with curly hair emerged from the shadows, its large black wings spreading out to envelop the person before it in an embrace, while a flexible, soft black tail climbed up the person's ankle.
As non-humans, they desperately needed something to quench their inner thirst, whether it was hunger or love.
They are always willing to linger in the mortal realm for you, or descend into hell together.
*
Kisaragi Chiyo had always been quite casual with the cats and dogs in her home; her only rule was: [No biting the caretaker].
One day, after waking up, Kisaragi Chiyo, whose lips were visibly swollen and red, found another new rule added to them: 【No kissing allowed either】.
Reading Tips:
Headcanon is heavy, OOC is unavoidable.
Mainly Conan, but also incorporates elements from other anime.
A sandwich of themes under a work of pure fetishism
Contains themes of son preference, vulgar tropes, unhealthy but harmonious relationships.
Even if he becomes a male ghost, it's still going to be HE! (Confirmed)
Copywriting saved 25.1.10
Revised 25.6.25
Content Tags: Crossover, Supernatural, Match Made in Heaven, Conan, Relaxed, Slice of Life
Protagonist's Perspective: Kisaragi Chiyo; Interaction: First Homicide Division
Others: Other people
A one-sentence introduction: Is it my appetite and my love that you crave?
Theme: Love life, remain calm in all matters, stay positive.
Chapter 1
The humid and sultry rainy season of June had arrived, just a short while ago, a downpour had begun to brew outside Cafe Poirot. Meanwhile, the customers sheltering from the rain inside had witnessed a murder during their brief, tedious wait.
The deceased was a middle-aged man in his forties.
Wearing a brown leather jacket and circular glasses perched on his nose, he had an elegant and refined appearance; from the ID card that had fallen out of his pocket, it could be seen that the deceased was a university professor.
The other three who came along—two males and one female—were students under his supervision. It was said that today was meant to be a small gathering after completing a research project, but no one expected something like this to happen.
The three young students were like birds startled by a bow after witnessing their teacher's death; their faces were pale, their expressions varied.
Even though death had occurred right in their midst, the customers in the shop all acted as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. The atmosphere was so harmonious that Kisaragi Chiyo, who had just arrived from the station and was stepping foot in a massive metropolis like Tokyo for the first time, began to wonder if this was simply the leisure afforded to people living in such a fast-paced megalopolis.
It seemed she still had a lot to learn.
With the same identical expression of indifference, Kisaragi Chiyo lowered her head to take a sip of her coffee, which had six sugar cubes added to it.
To clarify one point, the deceased died of poisoning precisely because he had consumed coffee.
What happened next was just like a stage play performed right at the scene. Kisaragi Chiyo rested her head on one hand, watching the drama unfold while occasionally scribbling something in the notebook spread out beside her.
There is only one truth, the culprit is you, Mr. Sanma!
The middle-aged detective, who had entered a state of deep thought after falling unconscious, spoke in a calm voice, guiding the dramatic plot toward its conclusion. When faced with the accused's rebuttal, the handsome waiter disciple stepped forward to respond.
With a confident, unassailable smile, he slowly revealed the entire process of the killer's crime, while simultaneously exposing and lashing out at the killer's dark inner thoughts in front of the public.
The speechless murderer's face trembled, finally, under everyone's gaze, he fell to his knees and began to wail, recounting every single detail of the circumstances that had driven him to commit such a crime.
Outside the cafe, the rain continued to fall incessantly. After receiving the call, the police, who had rushed through the rain, arrived at just the right moment. With the chime of the glass door opening, this drama came to a perfect conclusion.
*
As Kisaragi Chiyo finished writing the last word, she stared at the contents of the notebook, lost in thought. After all, at its core, this was a mystery drama, which was completely unrelated to the rumors of supernatural entities and monsters that he was searching for.
Or rather, should he change some of the plot himself and add some eye-catching elements?
For example, the sleeping detective actually possesses a pair of eyes capable of seeing ghosts.
In the final stage of deducing clues and identifying the culprit, the detective has already been possessed by the ghost of the deceased; through the detective's body, the departed is able to briefly return to this world once more.
Whether it is to reveal the truth or to express feelings that could not be voiced before death to someone who cannot let go, it is a very good choice.
After recording her confirmed thoughts, Kisaragi Chiyo closed her notebook with satisfaction. Just as she was preparing to enjoy the strawberry cake sitting beside her, a head suddenly popped up from under the table, startling her so much that she nearly knocked the strawberry off her fork.
Big brother.
A black-haired child with blue eyes poked his head out from under the table, looking up at Kisaragi Chiyo with a curious expression on his face.
"You're so calm, big brother. Aren't you scared that a murder happened in the shop?" the little boy asked in a high-pitched, soft voice.
"I think I'm probably not the only calm person here, am I?" Kisaragi Chiyo replied after glancing around the room.
Even though the corpse remained at the scene, covered by a white cloth, other guests were already able to begin ordering without changing their expressions, even the waitress had a bright smile back on her face.
Born from death, movement and stillness—such a strange, natural fusion of things so distinct yet so intertwined within this scene.
Conan froze for a moment after hearing this answer. He glanced back at the scene inside the shop, after withdrawing his gaze, he looked up again at the young man sitting alone in the corner, feeling a sudden, inexplicable chill run through his heart.
He had noticed this man even before the murder occurred—a fellow who was strangely out of place and exceptionally prominent compared to his surroundings.
As the glass door was pushed open, a young man with raven-black hair, wearing a black haori, stepped inside from the outside, bringing the damp chill of the rain with him.
He held a black umbrella in his hands that was constantly dripping water, one of his eyes was obscured behind his slightly long bangs, leaving only the left one visible.
With a cold expression in his misty gray eyes, he scanned the shop once before placing the umbrella onto a nearby rack.
Welcome, guest.
Ms. Azusa only snapped out of her daze after several seconds of being stunned. It wasn't until she spoke that the frozen air in the shop began to flow once more. Conan even heard the person at the next table letting out a heavy gasp as they breathed again after holding their breath.
Was it really that exaggerated? Conan thought to himself, but only after coming to his senses did he realize that his palms had just broken into a cold sweat.
So, what on earth was going on?
Conan suddenly found that he couldn't quite recall how he had felt just now.
He raised his head to glance at the people around him, only to find that everyone had returned to their previous state, as if the emotions that had surfaced in his heart at that moment were merely an illusion; even the thought of them failed to linger in his mind, quickly slipping away from his memory.
Before Conan could think any further, a murder occurred right beside him, all of his attention was drawn away, causing him to completely forget the question he had been contemplating.
Even now, he still hasn't remembered.
*
"Big brother, what were you just writing?" Conan displayed the curiosity of an elementary schooler to its fullest extent.
It is hard to say whether this was mostly a natural performance or mostly a deliberate act.
I'm recording inspiration.
Kisaragi Chiyo looked down at the child before her, after a moment of thought, she reached out, picked up the untouched portion of crème brûlée on the table, handed it to him.
"Wait, I'm not.." Conan was a bit at a loss, for he really wasn't the kind of kid who came over to say hello just because he was craving the sweets on the other person's table.
"You don't like it?" Kisaragi Chiyo lowered her eyes to observe the expression on his face, then set down the crème brûlée and replaced it with a fruit parfait.
Then how about this one?
Looking at the parfait that had been forcefully pressed into his hands, Conan found it difficult to refuse; hadn't the other person completely ignored his rejection?
"I really like it.. thank you, big brother." Forced to accept the fruit parfait, Conan could only brace himself and thank the other person in a sweet voice, though of course, he still hadn't forgotten his original reason for running over here.
"Why do you need to record your inspirations? Are you a news reporter for a newspaper, big brother?" Conan sat down naturally in the seat opposite her, holding a spoon. Only after taking a bite of ice cream did he blink and ask the question.
"No, but it's something like that." Kisaragi Chiyo pushed the empty plate aside after finishing her cake and began to dig into the Mont Blanc from today's special menu.
The sweet chestnut puree wrapped around the chestnut cream, layered with sponge cake that carried a hint of Earl Grey tea fragrance, was soft and fluffy yet moist. The dense chestnut puree and the light chestnut cream were the perfect partners; one bite was enough to make your eyes light up.
Lemon almond pudding?
Only after taking a few bites did the hidden surprise reveal itself upon the taste buds; the freshness of the lemon mingled with the unique nutty aroma of the almond, while the white almond slices added a certain level of texture to the chewing experience.
Dessert startups in Japan emerge one after another, but finding a way to perfectly fuse completely different ingredients while allowing each to retain its own unique character remains a troubling problem for pastry chefs. This chestnut Mont Blanc, however, has achieved both of those things to perfection.
"Was that an editor?" Conan wondered, digging into his parfait as he recalled the person's sketching and writing just now.
That's a good guess.
After popping the last bite of Mont Blanc chestnut cake into her mouth, Kisaragi Chiyo looked at the remaining several pieces of cake on the table, which she hadn't touched, after a moment of thought, she signaled the waiter to pack them up.
"Eh? Not yet?" Conan asked, swinging his legs in surprise.
“Little boy, do you want to keep guessing?” Sitting opposite him, Kisaragi Chiyo pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth. Only now did Conan notice that both of her hands were covered in black gloves that disappeared into her sleeves, her silver bar tassel earrings, partially hidden in her black hair, were swaying slightly with her movements.