A/N: Had to write this after downloading Fatal Frame IV's soundtrack.
This little short story is about Madoka Tsukimori, and it's up to the reader to decide whether she's alive, a ghost, etc. I just wanted to write something eerie, really.
-Cranberry Knight-XIII
.:I CAN FEEL A SONG:.
I trace my fingers along the aging yellow keys of the piano, shivering with delight and horror when a ringing note, delirious with silenced screams, pulses from beneath my touch; I arch my fingers and press the notes again and again, smiling when I am rewarded with the song. I take a seat on the faded cushion and caress the keys, pressing them with a violent urgency to soothe my broken mind.
"The Tsukimori Song…" I breathe, closing my eyes. Tears are falling.
The Tsukimori Song, the song, the song!
I pound on the keys furiously now in the pale light of the moon's abyss; I want our song to reverberate around Rougetsu Island; I want her to hear me.
"Misaki, Misaki…" I chant, "are you listening to my cries now? I can play the song, Misaki, I can. The Tsukimori Song…"
Even if the vessel comes, I will still strike the keys of the Lunar Melody, the Tsukimori Song. She cannot take away from me what has already dissolved. I Bloomed, Misaki, did you know that? Ruka was terrified of me, yet she couldn't kill me. You left me to die, Misaki. Can you hear the song now?
The song ripples out in waves, beautiful.
The vessel is ascending the steps to my song.
I play frantically and in a frenzied rage, yet careful to never miss a note. My fingers thrust onto the keys with such an incredible amount of force and velocity that the nails crack, my fingers bleed; black blood runs among the white and black of the pedals, staining the melody.
The vessel is here, her screams fill the air, the chanting of the ceremony battles my melody. I scream and claw at the keys, cry for Misaki. Raven hair and crimson fabric is all I see; I lunge towards the piano in a desperate last attempt to reach the melody. The vessel's distorted face is my own. Why are we the same?
Misaki, why?
The vessel can twist my head and crack my neck.
She does, Misaki, she does.
I cry and plead, I scream for the Tsukimori Song.
Is it still playing? Play it, Misaki!
The vessel reaches through my face with a cold grin and my eyesight is gone.
Misaki! Misaki!
Even if I were alive, I couldn't fight back. The vessel leaves nothing left of me.
Misaki…
It hurts, Misaki. I'm alone again. I can't hear our song.
You left me to die, Misaki. You left me to be alone…I can't cry anymore, Misaki.
Help me, Misaki.
Where are
Tsukimori…
I'm
Misaki?
there is
our moon?
I hear it
vessel came again
I can't
No song