Disclaimer: I honestly wish I owned Fatal Frame II, but it belongs to Tecmo and Keisuke Kikuchi. But that's okay, they probably make Fatal Frame a hell of a lot scarier than I could anyway.
Yargh. School is hell. Not much writing for me lately.
-Sigh-
Well, I've been debating for a while now whether or not to post this fic. I guess something possessed me to do it. Since you all liked my Itsuki fic and such.
Oh, and for all those who can't see, I am a huge Fatal Frame fan. I also love Itsuki. Obviously I love Masumi and Miyako too since I wrote a fic just for them. Hell, I love Fatal Frame, period.
Okay, I'm shutting up now. nn()
So here you go! Another FF fic. Uber shortness, but that's because it's the prologue!
Enjoy.
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Prologue: Why?
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"Masumi…?"
The soft, terrified voice of Miyako Sudo echoed through the halls of the Osaka house.
"Where are you Masumi?"
It was so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat, and her footsteps crunched the old, rotting floor of the abandoned house. But she knew he was here. She knew he came back. He promised he'd come back. And she could sense him here…
The creaking of the old door to the back room startled Miyako when she opened it, and she gasped softly at the bitter cold of the small room. She stepped inside, slowly, one foot after the other as she walked around the ruined partition screen.
"Masumi!" Miyako sighed with relief at the form of her lover standing there, his hunched back turned to her. Was it her imagination, or was he glowing...?
"Masumi…? Are you okay?" She whispered when she approached him. Slowly reaching out, she placed her small hand on his shoulder. His own freezing palm closed over hers in a tight grip, and he quickly turned around to face her.
A shrill scream rang through the All God's Village.