Disclaimer's Note:-
Angelica: Guess What?
Miyu: What?
Angelica: I bought the rights to Daa!Daa!Daa!
Kanata: …yeah. And I'm the Queen of England.
Angelica: You mean King.
Kanata: You're the one who's making me say all of this!
Miyu:….so, basically, what we're trying to say is that, even though the author owns this fanfiction, she doesn't own the actual Manga/Anime's rights. So don't sue her
Angelica: Please :)
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…What Happened?
The sun was setting further into the horizon as she pushed past the frail branches and made her way towards home, backpack slung over her shoulder, camera hanging from the strap around her neck and the stream of her golden-blonde hair tied into a messy ponytail. She had gone to the woods at 6:00 am to take a few pictures of the new waterfall she had discovered the other day and had been at it until late in the afternoon. 'Sanctuary,' she called it. Her refuge from her problems. They weren't very big, actually – her problems. Just tiny troubles and the occasional drama that any normal teenage girl would face. Still, it was nice to have somewhere she could spend some 'alone time' and forget about things that weren't worth her patience or concern. Laying her camera beside her bento in the grass, she furled her jeans until they reached her knee and dipped her feet in the ice cool water. Just what she needed on this burning hot summer's day. Then she just sat there, feet in the water, tiny waves formed from the disturbance of the waterfall gently crashing into her calves. The ripple of the waves was so soothing to her eyes and, before she knew it, she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, oblivious to the fifty or so jets flying overhead…
But now the sun was setting further into the horizon and she kept pushing past the frail branches, making her way towards home, all the while cursing herself for losing track of time on a Saturday when she knew she would have to spend most of her Sunday completing the homework that she would have been finished with at this time. The trees started thinning out and the glint of orange, caused from the setting sun's mergence with the grass in her backyard, caused her to quicken her pace.
Okay, if I sneak in through the back, maybe Mama won't notice, she thought as she tiptoed from tree to tree. Reaching the door, however, she wasn't greeted by the bright kitchen light streaming out the door net, or the sound or the smell of the shrimp that her Papa would be flipping in the frying pan. Not even the sound of Minami's desperate cry for Hiroki as she watches him get hit by a car in that odd TV Series that her mom would spend hours crying over. Instead, she opened the door and was met with complete darkness.
That's odd, she thought as she quietly walked into the kitchen. "Hello? Mama? Papa? It's me, Miyu. I'm home," she called out as she continued to the living room. "Hana-san? Are you there?" …Where is everyone?
Just then, she tripped over something and came crashing down, hitting her head on the side table in the process. "Ouch!" she cried as she held a palm to her forehead, her other hand searching the wall for the light switch. Aha! Found it! she thought triumphantly as she pushed the switch. The living room was suddenly flooded with light. What she saw made her wish that she had stayed in the safety and oblivious world of the dark.
Blood. There was a lot of it, and it was splattered across a good portion of the wall, smearing down only to end at the lifeless form of her maid, Hana Kurosaka. For a second, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Hana-san lay sprawled on the floor, her hand at weird angles, her jet black hair looking disheveled and moist with what could only be blood that spurted out the back of her head when someone shot at her forehead. The blood that had trickled from the hole on her forehead was still moist and flowed passed her shocked eyes and dripped from the tip of her nose to the ground, barely missing her open mouth. Hana seemed to be the 'thing' that she tripped over in the dark and that very thought made her almost double over and spill the contents of her stomach out. Hana… the blonde thought, tears flowing freely from her emerald eyes as she mourned the lifeless body that once belonged to her middle-aged, beautiful and energetic housemaid.
Just then, the lights went out. Then, she was gagged by someone and was forcefully dragged her away.
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Author's Note: So…that was basically the beginning of this story. Sort of a different genre that I'm trying out…tell me how you like it. Leave lots and lots of Reviews (the good, the bad and the ugly ones – come on guys! I need feedback!)
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