Hehehe. I know that I shouldn't be doing this but...

I just completely ran out of inspiration for my other stories! T_T

I need a beta...BADLY! So I'm just doing what I can until I somehow get back into the swing of things! That and this is my first horror fic, I can't wait to see how it turns out!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Rinko-chan~

Rinko: ..

Uh, let's get on with the show~!

This sucks.

That's the only way I could describe this predicament I currently found myself in. Why the hell couldn't he get the damned thing by himself? Why send me to get something when I don't even know where it is? The least he could have done was give me some sort of map!

Damn creepy older brothers.

I wouldn't even be any where near a creepy run-down place like this if it weren't for him! I stared at the building with a look of displeasure, how could this place ever have housed orphans in it? It didn't look like it would be a good place to live even if it were recently built, which it definitely wasn't; my bro told me it was abandoned for at least twenty-years.

It had depressing dark and dull colors that didn't compliment the building at all; what made me cringe the most though was the shabby structure, it's like the people who built this didn't care at all! My years of being an apprentice architect taught me how to spot crappy craftsmanship from a mile away, and this place was a picture perfect example of that! Either this place wasn't done by professionals or they were just in a big hurry to finish it quickly. I was betting on the latter because as I looked closer I could see support beams expertly placed in the right places. It may be shabby, but it would hold when it needed to.

I huffed quietly to myself. If a pro really did work on this place, why didn't they make sure it was suitable for children? I could see nails sticking out in places for kami sake! Not even an novice would do this sort of thing, it was almost like the nails were intentionally left there! I started to look around elsewhere before I got completely pissed off and noticed how the trees prevented any sunlight to reach the shabby crap shack. The branches looked like claws as they reached and clutched the building, not like they were trying to protect it, more like they wanted to hurt it.

I was glad that this place was abandoned, I couldn't image a child living here. It's just too depressing and dark! I was grateful that I bought a flashlight with me, I may not look like it, but I was still afraid of the dark at my seasoned age of twenty-eight. Everyone has fears you know, I was certainly no different! I turned it on as I walked into the building, it was dark but strangely not dusty. Did someone other than bro know I was coming? If that was the case, then why didn't they get the whatcha-ma-gig for bro instead of me? They must have forgot it or something I guess.

I started my search in the room closest to the door. As I peeked inside I saw that this must have been a play room, it was cluttered with well-loved looking toys and drawings. I smiled quietly as I looked at the paintings, forgetting my quest for a moment; some pictures were of animals, others of foods and people. I was completely absorbed in looking at the pictures that I didn't look were I was going and I bumped into a couple of boxes, making the top one hurltel to the ground with a 'thump!' making it's contents spurt out all over the place.

I scolded myself for being so thoughtlessly clumsy as I pick up the pieces of paper that fell, stuffing them back into the box. While I briefly looked at the pictures as I put them back, one caught my eye in a very disturbing way. It was one of a child playing a game of what looked like 'Kagome, Kagome' with a bunch of people in what looked like lab coats, but the kid looked scared and the adults, who I assumed were doctors, had knives in their hands. I was sort of disturbed by this, why would a child draw something like this? Were they afraid of doctors perhaps? Or maybe the doctors were mean to them? What if-?

I scoffed at myself for wondering/worrying about someone who I never met. I loved children immensely, I always dreamed of having one of my own someday, it was a heartbreaking day for me when I found out I couldn't have any. I was pregnant once, but I got hurt badly on the job. They had to take out my womb and abort my child...

From that day on I always jumped at the chance to work with anything that involved children. I even worked on a couple of orphanages myself, I spent my own free time and money to make sure it was the best. Making triple sure that nothing would go wrong, no loose nails, faulty structure, or bad pluming. Even after the project was done and over with I still came by and made sure it was up to date and running smoothly.

I guess that's why I was so upset about this place. Being so carelessly negligent and inconsiderate towards beings who have done no wrong to anyone or anything-

I was so lost in memory lane that I didn't notice that it was getting pretty dark outside, it was already nighttime and the moon was out. I cursed quietly under my breath as I finished putting up the things I had knocked over and left the room. Whatever bro wanted me to find wouldn't be found in there. I deducted that the best way to find it would be to go to the back rooms where the staff usually resided in. I took the second hallway and reached a door that said:

"Geben Sie nicht!"(1)

I couldn't make heads or tails about what that meant. I'm guessing that some of the staff must have been German or something. I opened the door with a skeleton key that my brother gave me for this occasion. The door opened with a rusty creek as little bits of red dust flowed around like mist. Hmm, the hinges must be really rusty for all of this red dust to be floating around.

I swatted my hand at the air to clear it before stepping into the room. It was really creepy looking and musty smelling, nothing at all like a staff room, it looked more like a lab than anything really. It was littered with papers that were all written in German. I was starting to regret not taking that German langue class for my fine arts credit...

I kept looking around and grew increasingly more nervous at what I saw. Pictures of what looked like brains, and skeleton structures, a photo album labeled: "Probanden". I opened the cover and saw a picture of a boy with blue eyes and blue hair, he was adorable as he clutched at his scarf and looked at the camera shyly. There was some text at the bottom of his picture that said:

"Subjekt 143423-Versagen. Kündigung am wahrscheinlichsten. Ursacheder Kündigung: nicht stark genug für den Einsatz, krä Sie ruhig, NICHT ALERT ANDERE THEMEN! Gehen Sie auf anderen Projekt schnell wie möglich."(2)

I'm really regretting not taking the damn German class, why did I have to take botany again? ! I groaned dramatically as I tucked the album under my arm so I could take it with me and continued looking.

I stumbled across something that looked like the thing I was searching for. A dusty jar that had some sort of black thing inside of it. Heaven knows why my brother finds a disgusting jar with who knows what in it so important that he just had to have it as soon as possible. I pick it up, keeping it as far away form me as I could and proceeded to hull tail out of this place before it got too dark.

As I was about to leave I heard a large crash come from the other side of the building and what sounding like a child's scream. I immediately put the jar on the counter up front and rushed towards the sound's origin. As I went further and further down the hall I felt...Uneasy, like some sort of primitive instinct was trying to warn me of danger; sort of like you just know something is dangerous before even meeting it face to face. But an even stronger instinct told me to keep going no matter what, the maternal instinct that never had the chance to truly blossom.

When I was about to reach the door at the end of the hall, I stopped abruptly when I saw how red the door was. This time I was sure it wasn't rust but something else all together. I inhaled sharply.

Blood, this was defiantly blood. Paint couldn't get as congealed as this substance was. I shakily grabbed for the door knob. 'Please, please don't be hurt too bad whoever you are...' I prayed silently to myself as I turned the knob and pushed the door open. I heard a tiny gasp as I poked my head threw the door, flashing my light around in the dark.

"Hello? Is anyone here? Are you okay?" I called looking somewhat frantically for whoever was here with me. I caught something blue looking in my flashlight's view and centered on it, I couldn't believe my eyes at what I saw.

The boy from the picture. It was the boy from the picture! He didn't look any different from the picture at all... He looked at me with fear in his eyes.

"P-please don't hurt me miss!" he begged, shielding his eyes from my flashlight's shine, or probably trying to protect himself in case I tried anything.

I felt as if someone punched me in the gut. Why would this kid who didn't look any older than nine be out here all by himself? Why was he so afraid of me? I went over to him slowly and knelt to his height, stroking his head gently, ignoring when he flinched at my touch.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you, I promise. I just want to know why you're in a place like this all by yourself. Are you an orphan?" I cooed quietly. He eyed me carefully before relaxing slightly, but still keeping his guard up.

"I-I'm not alone miss!" he muttered, if I wasn't next to him I probably would not have been able to hear him because he was so quiet.

"Who else came with you then?" I was hopping it was an adult-

"My friends, miss!" he said a little louder this time. I flinched slightly, so there was more than one kid running around this death trap of a place? My dread was interrupted by a tiny growling sound, I looked over at the kid to see him clutching his stomach. Now that I got a better look at him I noticed that he was pretty thin, his face didn't have as much baby fat as it should, he looked like he hadn't be fed properly in a while.

I reached into my bag and pulled out an sucker that I had been saving for later and handed it to him. He looked at me with shock before looking at the sucker.

"Here, take it. It's all I can offer now. As soon as we get your friends I'll take you out to get something better." He still looked at it warily, it took me a moment to realize that he must think that I did something to it. I felt a stab of bitter wonder at how such a young child would be this aware of the dangers around him. I took the tiniest lick I could mange, making sure he saw me lick it.

"There see? It's okay to eat," I said as I held it out to him again. This time he reached out and took it, he sniffed it before taking a daring lick at it. His face lit up a little as he took another lick, I smiled sadly at how happy he seemed to get after each bite and how his smile seemed to fall when it was all gone, he licked at his hands, trying to get ever last bit that he could. I promised silently to myself that I would make sure that this child wouldn't go hungry again.

"My name is Rinko, can you tell me your name please?" I asked, the blue haired boy stopped licking his hand and looked at me wordlessly.

"...Kaito," He said finally.

"Well Kaito-kun, would you please take me to your friends so that I can take you all to a better place? It's not safe to be here." I assumed that his friends were also orphans or runaways, I was sure I had enough room in my SUV for all of them. As soon as I got them something to eat, and a change of clothes and made sure they were clean and well rested; I would look for a good orphanage to take them in.

Kaito shook his head.

"No, Miss Rinko needs to leave!" he demanded. I was a little taken back at this. I understood that he didn't completely trust me, but surely he wouldn't rather stay here.

"I will leave, but I'm taking you and the others with me. It's not safe in place like this! I want to make sure that you and the others get taken care of properly. Besides, I promised to feed you didn't I? You don't want me to make a liar out myself do you?"

"Miss Rinko needs to leave before they come back! They'll hurt her! Miss Rinko is too nice to get hurt!" he cried.

"Before who comes back?" I demanded. What was Kaito-kun so worried about.

"Where the hell is it! ?" A voice that defiantly didn't sound like a child's boomed.

Kaito let out a quiet shriek, frantically tugging at my sleeve while tears collected in his eyes.

"Leave! Please leave! They're here! They're here! They'll kill Miss Rinko!"

I picked Kaito up and dove into a pile of trash bags. I felt that my heart would burst out of my chest as I heard the thumping of the approaching threat. I held Kaito tightly as I heard the door creak open...

And that's where we leave it~

1- "Do not Enter!"

2- Subject-143423- Failure. Most likely course of action- Termination. Cause: not strong enough to handle treatments, sickly. Dispose of quickly and quietly. DO NOT ALERT OTHER SUBJECTS! Move on to next project as soon as possible.

Or at least that's what I hope they say. I did this with Google translator, so if there is any mistakes in this translation please let me know!

See you next time~