Nocture Eternal
His heart sank. They had not made it, after all.
"Sae..."
I'm sorry, I must, I know you only wanted to help us, but... I'm sorry...
It was strange. He could hear her whispering to herself, outside of his makeshift prison. He could hear her, as if she had been speaking softly to him personally.
I'm sorry.
The door opened, the torchlight almost blinding, and her whispers stopped. There she stood, sobbing, overcome by grief and pain. The Ritual... Yae was gone, and the Ritual unfulfilled. Perhaps she would be safe, now. Safe, but alone.
I never meant for any of this to happen...
Yet she did not speak to him, no matter how he tried to coax her, to ease her worries. He wasn't sure why – maybe they meant to kill him, after all, and that explained why Kuroki refused to look at him, and the others stared, with sightless, glazed eyes.
"I'll go now," she said, "Yae will come, I know she will."
The door closed, despite his protests, and he was left alone in the dark.
I'm sorry.
Time stood still, echoing his failure to his promises. The dawn was always distant, always a memory. He watched the butterflies flit and dance outside of the barred window, waiting for a word. That he was to die at last, or they caught Yae, or the Kurasawa sisters were already dead and he was banished... or a Kusabi.
And yet, it seemed, in no time at all, that Yae stumbled down the path from the woods.
Itsuki found his hope again.
the end
Working Title: Nocture Eternal
Inspiration: Itsuki confusing the girls.
Noteworthy: If it hasn't been done before, I'd be surprised.
Disambiguation: Based on the idea that ghosts don't always know they're haunting and aren't particularly aware of time, as seems prevelant in Fatal Frame anyway.
Derivative work of material © Tecmo.