A/N: To prevent confusion, this is from Gene's point of view.
And I don't own Ghost Hunt.
Seriously, I'm NOT Fuyumi Ono...
I closed my eyes, letting the beautiful scent of the flowery field take over my mind. The impurities of the night were long forgotten, and seeing them again was breath-taking.
My hand trailed down the old looking tree; the rough texture made my wounds sting, but I didn't mind. Not in a million years. I pressed my cool forehead against the tree, sighing into it, as I thought about everything I had, and everything I lost. I shook my head when I felt a single tear escape my eye, trailing its way down my face. The face that I managed to keep without damage. I pressed my lips into a thin line, while I tried to stop myself from crying.
I span on my heel, leaning against the ancient tree, as I stared at the sky with deep longing through my teary eyes. I clenched my fists also, feeling the blood build up in my hand. The white orbs stared back at me through the deep blue sky, while the long green grass brushed against my bare feet, cooling them down.
I rubbed my arm with my hand, staining the white kimono I was wearing with blood. It was never too much, because the wounds weren't deep enough, but the one on my palm, that was the one who wanted to stay forever.
I was chilled to the bone; as I shivered underneath the pretty moon.
There were flowers everywhere, growing randomly between the towering grass.
Now that I was… free… then what did I need to do?
I knew I was somewhere in Japan… but where?
Eight years had passed, I didn't even know my address!
'Noll's probably is England, getting ready for his next award.' I thought.
Did he not bother to search for me?
Probably.
I closed my eyes again, this time escaping into a deep slumber.
'Gene…Where are you?'
A/N: Should I continue? Its sounds finished, but at the same time not...