Psycho Busters: The Novel     Book Two by Yuya AokiPsycho Busters: The Novel     Book Two by Yuya Aoki

Psycho Busters: The Novel Book Two

byYuya AokiIllustratorRando Ayamine

Paperback | July 15, 2008

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The explosive supernatural fantasy novel that inspired the blockbuster manga thriller!

The trouble began when ninth grader Kakeru found a beautiful teenage psychic named Ayano in his room–in desperate need of help. She and her equally gifted friends had just escaped from a secret organization whose agents train young psychics to carry out their fiendish plans.

Now psychic thugs have been ordered to hunt down the runaways–and Kakeru. Ayano is certain the only reason they haven’t been caught is that Kakeru’s supernatural skills are saving them. Kakeru, who thinks he’s utterly ordinary, finds this hard to believe. Still, why do amazing things happen whenever disaster threatens to strike? Why did a girl whisper “Kakeru” right before experiencing a truly mind-blowing death? For better or worse, what happens next will depend on Kakeru. But first he must discover what his friends and enemies already know: the dangerous truth about himself.
Title:Psycho Busters: The Novel Book TwoFormat:PaperbackProduct dimensions:160 pages, 7.25 × 4.75 × 0.45 inShipping dimensions:7.25 × 4.75 × 0.45 inPublished:July 15, 2008Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:034550061X

ISBN - 13:9780345500618


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Chapter 1 "Okay, I'm going to school!" I took the last bite of my sandwich as I put on my blazer. "Wait just a minute, Kakeru!" Mother frowned. "There's no need to leave in such a hurry, is there? And you're not in any school clubs . . ." "She's right, Kakeru. You've been kind of weird lately. You used to drink coffee, watch TV, and browse the newspaper mindlessly until the last possible minute," said the younger of my older sisters. The oldest of my sisters was in college, and had just woken up. She made no move to pick up her breakfast sandwich as she stared vacuously at the TV news. "I have something I have to do at school. With friends," I said. It was true. But I couldn't talk in front of my family about who those friends were and what we were going to do. It wasn't something that could be explained in a few words, and there was a chance that as soon as I'd finished explaining they'd take me to the hospital. "What is it you have to do? Lately, you've been doing this every morning, and still you get home from school really late. You're not doing anything you shouldn't, are you?" "Really, Mom, it's okay. I wouldn't do anything like that. Okay, see ya!" I slipped on my shoes and dashed out of the house. It would not have been good if she had asked me to go into any detail and I'd given it all away. My friends had already come inside the door to get me. Ready to go, Kakeru? Ayano asked with a smile, her face literally transparent. Ayano Fujimura-a girl with the ability to psychically project herself outside her body who had transferred into my class. Her semitransparent astral body was clad, modestly and appropriately, in a school uniform. When I had first met her a month ago, she had appeared before me naked, which had made our first meeting in the real world a little awkward. But her mastery over her ability had since grown, and now she could do several things with her talent. One of them was creating a "physical body" that could wear clothes. Another was to project herself into animals and manipulate them. It's okay. Shall we go, Ayano? I didn't use my voice, but gave a small nod of assent to convey my thought to Ayano. Having this kind of conversation via telepathy, without having to take her ethereal body into mine, was another of Ayano's new skills. Great, everyone's waiting outside. By "everyone," Ayano meant all the other psychics who had escaped the mysterious Greenhouse, a facility in which psychics with supernatural powers were trained. "Bye! I'm leaving!" I turned back to my mom and sisters, who had poked their heads out of the dining room, and waved as I opened the door. Then I ran down the several concrete stairs doubletime to where my friends were. "Strange, isn't it?" Kakeru's mother, Kumiko Hase, took a bit of the onion salad her son had left behind before dumping the rest in the compost basket. "Till a month ago he hated going to school and complained about it all the time. At first, I couldn't imagine what had gotten into him, but now it really seems as if he actually enjoys going to school." "That's great, Mom," said Suzue, the eldest. Her drowsiness seemed to have finally passed, because she reached out for a sandwich. "I'm worried," said Hanae, the middle child. "Kakeru's going into high school next year, right? It's not going to be my fault if he doesn't get into high school!" "It'll be all right, Hanae. I'll be his tutor and pound it into him over the summer. He'll pass for sure." "Well, aren't you the optimist! You know what he's like-gutless! He hated studying to get into junior high, and you know it." "Yeah, but y'know, lately it seems like Kakeru's changed. Know what I mean?" "Changed?" "Changed, as in maybe he's a little more level-headed now. Ever since we went to Hawaii without him he's somehow . . . I think it was living on his own for a week that did it." "No way. You're imagining things," said Hanae, absently looking through the ads in the newspaper on the table, then continued, "He's totally different from me and Suzue. He's like Dad. Normally guys like them never get ahead in the world if you just leave them be." "My goodness, Hanae, what a thing to say!" rebuked Kumiko. "Don't say bad things about your father. After all, who do you think helped raise you all these years?" "Yes, Mother." "I didn't. It was Hanae." "Oh, as if you don't say the same stuff when we're alone!" "Tattletale!" "That's enough, you two. Anyway, your father is off working down in Kyushu without his family in order to support the whole family. Remember that." "Yes, Mother." Hanae gave a halfhearted answer as she cruised through the ads in the newspaper. Her hand stopped. "Oh, here's that Supplemental Education center everyone's talking about. Wow, they're taking on new students. Have you heard about it, Mom?" "The Supplemental Education center? What about it?" "It's getting quite a reputation around here. The tutoring center that just opened up in front of the train station. They say they can move your class standing up between five to ten places in just two weeks." "Ridiculous. Who could believe outlandish claims like that?" "But Mom, it is really amazing. My friend's little brother goes to the same junior high school that Kakeru does, and he says the kids there take the mock standardized college entrance test at a much bigger study center that's a national chain, and they always come out in the top percentile. And then as soon as he started going to that tutoring center himself, it was unbelievable how much his grades improved. So, Mom, I thought, what about enrolling Kakeru there . . ." "That sounds suspicious to me. Something smells." So saying, Suzue returned her half-eaten sandwich to her plate. "What do you mean, 'something smells'?" asked Hanae. "It happens a lot these days. I mean it sounds like one of those weird cults or something." "Ah ha ha, you're exaggerating, Suzue. It's only a tutoring center." "Haven't you heard, Suzue? Recently a lot of junior high students have been disappearing." "No, I didn't know. I haven't heard a thing about it." "Well, what they all have in common is that they were all going to a new tutoring center that just opened up. The police are watching it. What if that's the one you're talking about?" "Now sis! Where'd you hear that? Oh, that detective guy, right?" "Would you stop calling him that? Call him Mr. Kamichika, or Mamoru or something like that, because he may end up becoming your brother- in-law someday." "Whoa, have you guys already gotten that far? Knock it off, wives of police detectives are never happy. On all those TV shows they always seem so miserable." "Lay off. And don't tell Kakeru, because he doesn't know my boyfriend's a police detective." "All right, already." "Going back to what we were just talking about, it seems that all the kids who disappeared had problems at home, and it looks like they're thinking they just ran away. There sure will be a big fuss if it's a cult." "Eeuw, stop telling stories like that! Geez. I won't be able to go out alone at night!" "All right, both of you, finish your breakfast and get to school," said Kumiko, and began washing dishes to hurry them up. As if the sound of running water was a signal, the two sisters quickly ate the rest of their sandwiches. "And Suzue," said Kumiko, looking over her shoulder, amazed at how quickly her daughters were stuffing sandwiches into their mouths, "if you are serious about marrying Mr. Kamichika, you should at least learn to cook a little." "Yes, Mom." "Your father and I won't oppose you marrying someone you're in love with, but the life of a police detective's wife is not an easy one. Do you understand that?" "It's okay, Mom. I've been seeing him for almost a year already. I know better than you do what to expect. You've only ever been married to a businessman who works in an office." "Who taught you to speak that way?" "You did, of course, Mom. I mean, Dad's the kind of guy who smiles no matter what you say . . ." "Sis, is that your cell phone ringing?" Hanae pulled out her sister's ringing cell from her sister's bag and tossed it to her. "Thank you. Hello? Oh, hi! Uh . . . yeah, good morning." Suzue took the call and her face relaxed in a smile. "Gotta be that detective guy," Hanae whispered in her mother's ear. Suzue stood up and headed toward the front door to avoid their gaze. Speaking into her cell phone, she said, "What's the matter? You don't usually call in the morning." "Suzue, there's something I want to ask you about," said Kamichika. "To ask me?" "Uh huh. It's about your little brother Kakeru . . ." At the unexpected mention of her brother's name, Suzue decided to joke. "Oh, come on, did he do something bad?" "I don't know. But if I'm right, he's a key witness in a case." "Huh?" At this statement, so far removed from what she expected to hear from her boyfriend, Suzue nearly dropped her cell phone. The building looked like a cake box abandoned in the middle of the forest. It had almost no windows, and no details on the outside walls attracted attention. A gigantic concrete cube painted white. Officially registered as an agricultural experiment station, this building was called the Greenhouse. A morning breeze had cleared the woods of mist. When the big building reared up in front of them, the five government agents could not help but touch the weapons they carried to make sure they were there. That's how strange a scene it was.