YOSH! THIS IS MY FIRST IB FANFIC! AS YOU CAN SEE MY FOLLOWERS, IM BASICALLY WRITING INUYASHA CROSSOVERS ONLY SO IT IS A BIG WONDER WHY I AM STARTING WRITING IB NOW…
WELL, FUCK PEWDIE AND CRY FOR MAKING ME OBSESS OVER THIS FREAKING HORROR RPG….
AGES:
Ib: 9
Garry: 15 (yup. His younger than normal.)
Mary: 8
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Chapter 1: Tears of Abandonment
'Just please…. Remember me.'
"You two go. I`ll stay." A pair of bright blues and widened purple looked at the stoic girl with astonishment and horror.
"Whaat?! IB! You have your whole life ahead of you, you just cant stay here!" Garry yelled in defense, totally horrified about the crimson eyed girl`s idea.
"Th-that`s right Ib! Im originally from here so its okay! Besides, I have my dolls and the ladies to keep me company!" as tempting as it was, Mary just wouldn't allow Ib to take her place. She just cant imagine that the same lonely predicament of hers will be experienced by her only friend.
"No. Theres nothing waiting for me at the otherside.. Mary could easily win my parents hearts and she could make many many friends unlike me.." What Ib said was completely true. Her parents love her very much but other than that, she had no regrets whatsoever.
She didn't want to be called 'The Red-eyed Witch' anymore.
"Don't be ridiculous IB! im here! We could stay friends forever! Leave with me!" Garry insisted.
"That's right! And I don't want to be near this octopus head anyway so go Ib!" Ib inwardly giggled at the two. Despite the dire situation they were still on each other`s throats.
Instead of answering, Ib shook her head negatively before grasping her whole rose with her hand, harboring yelps and shouts from the other two rose bearers.
"Go. NOW." Garry`s face became paler and paler as Ib`s hand clenches around the poor rose with every word the girl uttered.
Mary cried in distress when wounds started appearing on Ib`s body, staining her pristine white blouse a bright crimson red that resembles the very color of her eyes.
"If you wont go, I`ll rip this flower off its stalk and my sacrifice will be for nothing.." to emphasis her threat, she let a petal fell and Garry felt his eyes burned with tears.
"Ib, you don't have to do this!" Mary wailed.
"But I want to.. I want you to live freely." Garry opened his mouth to reply back but was cut off by Ib.
"Garry no. You are not taking my place."
"IB! Im far more older and I already spent half of my life so-"
"NO! I don't want you to be alone Garry!" tired of their argument, Ib ripped three petals with little to no hesitation, leaving a measly petal limply hanging off its stalk.
"Do you think I want you to be either?!" Garry`s voice became sharper in anger and panic making Ib to take a step back.
Having no more loop to answer, Ib gripped the last petal between her fingers and tugged.
"NO!" Mary howled in sadness, rivulets of tears sliding down her cheeks.
"I`ll give you a count of three, if you wont jump in, I`ll pull this and its as good as killing me!"
"IB!" Garry yelled once more, his tears not being held back anymore.
"1!" Neither moved.
"2!" Garry felt someone tugged at his sleeves and looked down only to saw Mary`s crying face.
"What?! You just cant possibly hint th-"
"DON'T MAKE ME SAY THREE!" As if in slow motion, Garry felt himself getting pulled over the mural by Mary.
Throwing his hand towards Ib`s direction, he yelled her name as she smiled at him for the last time and his heart crumbled in pain.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIBBBBBBBBBBBBBB BBBBBBBB!" as both Mary and Garry went outside the fabricated world, they vaguely heard Ib`s last request.
"Just please….. Remember me.."
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"What? What was I doing again?" Garry asked himself. He had been looking at the rose sculpture and he must`ve zoned out.
Oddly enough, he felt extremely tired and sleepy. Deciding to went home instead, he went upstairs that connected itself from the lobby.
He was about to pass a peculiar painting when something bumped on him.
"Ouch!" a girly yelp was heard and Garry glanced down to see a blonde girl in a green dress. He made a move to offer his help when the girl suddenly glared daggers at him.
"Watch it *Tako head!" he didn't know where it came from but he immediately felt distaste and annoyance towards the girl.
"That`s rude to say blondy." Sparks of electricity went between the two in a battle of unknown rivalry and competition.
"Hey! My name`s aint blo- Wow.." looking at the direction the girl was gawking, Garry felt something stirred inside of him at the sight of the breathtaking painting.
It shows a little girl a little older than Mary with tears brimming on the corners of her eyes. What made the painting interesting is that it shows how the girl grew up until it finished into a stage where the girl`s age probably hit 18 or 20.
As older as she gets, the tears went from clear water into a murky red, symbolizing tears of blood. The clothes turned darker and darker as she aged until her normal white and red outfit turned black and crimson.
The painting was covered in blooming and wilting red roses alike but two objects gained the two`s attention.
A vibrant blue rose and a yellow one are clasped in the girl`s hand which were drawn up to her chest. As the girl grew, the roses where slowly wilting until all that were left is a single piece of dying stalk.
Something wet fell down on Garry`s hand and his eyes widen when he found himself shedding tears.
"W-what?" looking at his side where the blonde girl remained sitting, he was quite shock to see her crying as well as she stared at the painting.
Looking at the title of the portrait, an unwanted shiver ran across the two when an unknown feeling of guilt and sadness pushed down on them as they rid the title simultaneously.
"Tears of Abandonment."
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GOSH! I ALREADY KNOW IM SOOOO GOING TO ENJOY WRITING THIS…
JA NE~!