Shiro Daisuke
While following after the small crystal orb, the small white cat had stayed close to the rolling object as he tilted his head left to right on wondering where the orb was planning to head towards. Every so often, on instinct; he would end up pawing at the orb only to end up missing and having him chase after it further. Being locked up within the room for so long and now finally being able to be set free for even the slightest moment; any and all small things were of high interest to him. A simple rolling ball probably would've been even interesting to him at this point. As the orb continued to roll across the cement floor, it was only a matter of time that the white cat had began to crouch down as though he were some sort of tiger preparing to pounce onto it's prey. In an instant, he had pounced forward and embraced the entire orb in his grasp as he dug his small white fangs into the different sides of the crystal orb; almost as though he were trying to crack it open to see what was inside that made it roll around the way it did.
Part of Shiro somewhat knew that this was due to the fact that Kira was causing the ball roll so that he would be able to get to see what was happening around his home at all times; however another fact made Shiro feel like the orb was just some sort of play thing that had candy inside. As he bit onto the orb with his fangs; nothing had really happened other than the fact that he was able to stop the orb from rolling around. Patting at the orb as he held it in all four of his paws, Shiro had tilted his head lightly after a moment or so after realizing that the orb was just not going to budge other than roll around the way it was. Sighing silently in disappointment, when a young female voice had come up; he quickly gasped sharply with his tail shooting up for a moment. Quickly hiding his small form behind the orb(which wasn't much of a hiding spot.), he slowly peeked over at the sound of the voice only to see that it was a familiar face. Ayumu a fellow ghost member of the entire home; he waved a single paw towards her in silence as he remained hidden behind the ball.
Even though Ayumu was a fellow ghost throughout this entire home, Shiro was still somewhat of a quiet ghost. He was still very kind hearted deep inside and would help anyone he could if he found the chance, but with a sudden appearance of Ayumu coming out of nowhere while he was playing with the orb; he nearly felt like he had just gotten scared to death(no pun intended.). "H-hi there." He called out just loud enough for the female to hear him within the large hallway until another pair of footsteps started to approach the two of them. Turning his head towards the sound, it was only a matter of moments before another familiar face came into view. It was a male this time though; Zane, another fellow ghost that Shiro knew as something close enough to a friend throughout this entire home. Slowly enough as he felt a bit more comfortable with another person in the hall that he knew, Shiro had began to return to his child-like form as he sat on the floor with the orb in between his legs. Both of his hands stayed on top of the orb to keep it from rolling anyway as he stared at how he picked up Ayumu and even Sachiko who was also wandering down the same hallway as the other two were.
Moving only a single hand away from the orb, Shiro waved towards the red haired male and gave his usual warm smile. "Yes, its been a long time since we've all seen each other...Why were we let to roam free exactly?" He spoke in a silent tone of voice as he shifted his gaze between everyone that stood in the same hallway as them. As he sat there on the floor and continued to wonder the fact, Shiro had kept patting the small orb in his grasp every so often just simply out of boredom. It was true that Shiro preferred to be treated like the age he truly was; which was an adult at this point, but he didn't really like to act like his age at all times since he felt as though it was way too boring to act like a grown man with all the responsibilities that was expected out of an older male.
Yukito Calix
After a while of silence on being within the beautifully furnished room, Yukito had finally realized that there was no one coming for him to tell him anything that was going on and how he had arrived at this building. Shrugging his shoulders to himself lightly, he fixed his jacket just slightly and pulled his scarf over the lower half of his face to cover his mouth a bit. If he wasn't going to get answers by anyone coming to tell him anything, he was just going to have to leave the room and find some answers on his own then. Making his way over towards the door, he slowly turned the knob and peeked out the room to stare down left to right of the hallway and see if he could spot anyone that could tell him anything. Not a single person was to be seen; sighing to himself, he made his way completely out to the hallway as he scratched the back of his head. "Okay..left or right..?" He asked himself quietly before taking a moment to think it through; both ways looked exactly alike so it didn't really matter at this point which way he went. Shaking his head once more at the thought that he was going to get lost in this house, he simply took the left hallway and began to walk down it; in hopes to find someone that could tell him something about how he had gotten here.
As he progressed down the hallway, he could've sworn that he had heard small chatting coming from different parts of the hallway. So, there were people here after-all; that was both good news yet it was also kind of frightening since he wasn't exactly aware of whether or not these voices that he were hearing were friendly or if they had seen him; they would try to kill him. Either way, he tried to stay calm as he made his way around the home. There had to be a way out of here or at the very least, there must've been somewhere in the home he could go that he knew he could trust someone to talk to without believing that they were some kind of freak that owned the home to kill him in. Shuddering at the thought of dying in a random home that he had suddenly appeared within; Yukito slipped both his hands into his pocket while he continued to walk down the path.