(Translate) Fanfic Clamp Gakuen Tanteidan - Clamp School Detectives

Chapter 18: Kisaragi Shinji

Kanon met Kisaragi Hikaru when this cross-dressing was grooming her horse at the school's horse stable, completely by accident. The thing is, in the upcoming chapters of "The adventures of Red-Haired Princess," Kanon needed knowledge about horses, so she asked Suoh to let her observe his horse, Lightning, a bit for research. It was purely by chance that Lightning's stable and Hikaru's horse stable, Leon, were located close to each other, which led to this unexpected encounter. It' was called a meeting, but Kanon pretended not to see. She approached Lightning's stable, admired him for a while, gave him a few sugar cubes, stroked his mane, scratched his neck, making Lightning happily neigh, which startled Hikaru next to her place.

"Oh, that's Takamura-san's horse, isn't it?"

"Yes, I know," Kanon replied with a polite smile. "Takamura-san let me borrow Lightning for some research."

"Oh, I see. But... are you... the famous Hanazaki-san... or not?"

Seeing Hikaru hesitating, Kanon still gently smiled and replied, tilting her head,

"I am Hanazaki, but I'm not sure if I'm that famous person you're referring to."

Hikaru continued to hesitate before asking further:

"Are you... the only female member of the Elementary Student Council?"

"Yes, I am." - Kanon maintained a friendly attitude, but deep down she was feeling uneasy. We don't know each other, right, girl?

Unable to find any more topics to discuss, Hikaru fell silent and resumed her work. The peaceful meeting would have ended there if Kanon hadn't seen something she absolutely did not want to see.

After parting ways with Hikaru, Kanon stepped out of the horse stable and immediately bumped into a figure floating in mid-air. It was a very young boy, probably slightly younger than Hikaru, with a determined yet gentle face, leaning against the horse stable door, looking towards Hikaru and Leon. Kanon knew trouble was brewing and quickly averted her gaze and walked away, but it was too late. The young boy had noticed her looking at him, his expression briefly surprised before turning into wild excitement, soaring into the air and then chasing after her.

"Hey, hey, you, it's you, hey!"

Kanon kept reciting the Amitabha in her mind continuously, her face planted on the ground as she walked fast as if running, but feeling something swirling around her made her very uncomfortable.

"I know you saw me, clearly you were staring at me earlier, hey, don't go, hey hey."

Kanon insisted on maintaining silence, perhaps this weekend she should go to the nearby temple to ask for a charm to ward off evil spirits, suddenly thinking of Watanuki, wondering how he was doing before meeting Yuuko. In reality, Kanon underestimated the stubbornness of this boy, no, this spirit. He followed her all day, asking questions all day, even though she ignored him, he introduced himself as Kisaragi Shinji, Hikaru's older brother, who fell off a horse and died 5 years ago but because he was so worried about his little sister, he didn't want to move on and so he followed her for those five years. He lamented how much his sister suffered because of him, how much she needed a helping hand, begging Kanon to redirect his feelings to his sister to help her escape from the shadow of guilt and also to help himself move on.

"Hey hey hey, young lady! You can't just stand there like that! My story is so heartbreaking, and it doesn't move you at all?"

Two days had passed, Shinji had changed his target from his younger sister to Kanon and had relentlessly followed her, the only difference being that Hikaru's eyes couldn't see her older brothẻ but her heart was still troubled, while Kanon's eyes saw Shinji and her heart was extremely troubled. Fortunately, he still knew the etiquette to stand outside the restroom to talk instead of going through the wall. Kanon thought to herself that she couldn't possibly be trapped in the restroom. In fact, Shinji didn't talk so much just for himself and his younger sister. He had been a ghost for years, with no one to talk to, feeling extremely lonely. Occasionally meeting a few other ghosts, according to him, ghosts were not like humans, each minding their own business, haunting their own targets, so seeing each other was like not seeing at all, with no meaning at all.