I stopped myself... I had already know what would happen in the future... I don't want to die... At least I don't want to die... at the hands of that Mad Father.

Authors Note: This is an IB, Mad Father, Misao, Witch's House and Ao Oni fanfiction. Please do enjoy.

Chapter 1 – Breathing Gift

"Hey, did you hear?" said the male with short blonde hair.

Garry stopped for a second to listen. There was a group of four middle school students.

'Ib had only recently turned ten so they might have the same interests,' Garry thought.

"Hear what?" Asked the boy whom had a girl clinging to his arm.

"There's going to be this meet-up for people who've had superstitious problems." The blonde answered.

'Superstitious?' Garry questioned himself thinking back to the art gallery.

"Like ours?" The girl questioned.

"Yeah, do you want us to go?" The boy asked.

The blonde simply nodded his head though the boy and girl seemed unsure.

"I think we should go," said the boy who had gray hair and wore glasses.

"We could find others like us." He stated.

"That's why we should go!" The blonde exclaimed.

"Then we'll go." the boy replied.

"If Takuro is going then so am I." the girl by Takuro's side stated.

Garry wanted more information about this meet-up.

No, he needed more information about it.

"Excuse me." Garry walked up to them.

They all turned to him at the same time. "I'm sorry I happened to over hear. Could you tell me when and where this meet-up is."

The blonde seemed scared of him, though just by looking at him you could automatically tell he was a wimpy child.

"S-south! In a mansion! Saturday! One o' clock pm!" The blonde blurted out.

"Thank you very much." Garry said and walked off.

He felt bad that he scared that kid, he could already hear them whisper about him.

He wasn't nearly a mile away from them when- BANG.

He had accidentally collided with a young woman. Her bag fell to the floor along with the many utensils in it, which were now spread across the floor.

"I'm sorry!" Garry quickly said rushing to get the utensils back into her brown paper bag.

"Ow!" Garry dropped one of the utensils.

Now he got a good look at them. Needles, knifes, fabrics... It had almost seem like it was enough fabric to make dresses for about ten middle-aged human beings.

"I'm so sorry!" The young woman took out her handkerchief and applied pressure.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

Garry analyzed her looks. She had short black hair with bangs that cut evenly across her forehead, just above her blue eyes. She wore a necklace with a gold pendant and a blue, ankle-length dress, with a white apron worn over it. She seemed to be in her early twenties like him.

"Does it hurt?" Garry had snapped out of his analysis.

"No, not really." He answered. He had felt worse pain at the gallery.

"That's good," She took his hand and put it over the handkerchief.

"Please apply pressure." She went to pick up all her utensils. Some of them where medicines.

"Are you a doctor?" Garry muttered.

While picking up the medicines first she turned to him.

"Yes, I am." She smiled beautifully, it was entrancing.

She picked up countless items that she bought and stuffed them into her bag carefully as she let out a sigh. She smiled down at her bag knowing all items where unharmed in anyway. She walked over to him and lifted his hand off of the handkerchief. She then removed the handkerchief and took a band-aid. She quickly put it over Garry's cut which was between the thumb and index finger on his right hand.

"There!" She stated.

"You should be good enough for now." She offered him her hand which he gladly accepted.

She pulled him off the ground with a tight grip so she wouldn't let go of him.

"Thank you." He said with a smile.

"You're welcome. It's the least I could do since I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." She laughed a bit.

"My name is Garry."

"Nice to meeet you. I am Aya. Aya Drevis, I have a clinic out in the woods, so if you are ever in pain please stop by."

Garry watched her as she walked away, but he felt eyes watching him.

He turned around but he only caught a glimpse of blonde braids.

"I hate this." Mary groaned as she floated in a sea of nothing.

She died, though she had never truly lived. That's all she ever wished for. Was to live in the human world, to have family, and to have friends. Well she did have that for a while. Ib and Garry, she considered them her friends, but she tried to kill them. She could have kept them there forever so she'd never be lonely, though they would find out she was a painting sooner or later. She had no idea where she was, she assumed it was where the evil spirits go. She was forever a nine year old so she could only think like that. As she floated not caring she bumped into something or someone. A girl.

"It hurts." she muttered.

"What does?" Mary bothered to ask.

"Everything."

Mary felt a liquid. For a second she thought she actually was in a sea of nothingness.

But she lifted her hand and looked at it. Oh, its only blood.

The girl was bleeding.

She's bleeding a lot.

She turned over to the girl.

Wow... Was the only word that popped into Mary's head.

The girl had no eyes, they had been grabbed out of their sockets. She had no legs, they were cut out so very violently by another. She had a very, very small slight smile on her face though.

"At least I can talk now." She chuckled weakly then coughed. "Ah, I wish I could tell Father how much I miss him."

Mary could tell the girl wanted to cry but the only thing she could cry was blood from her empty sockets. Mary had really cared about her own worries but she felt so sad for this girl. She pitied her yet was able to share the feeling of death.

Then the girl called out, "Mr. Cat?"

Then the girl hugged onto Mary tightly around her waist.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Mary stuttered.

"Hold on," she whispered.

Suddenly they fell, they fell at a fast speed.

"What's going on?!" Mary yelled on the way down.

The girls grip loosened as they were reaching the end of this dimension. She fully let go of Mary.

"Hey!" Mary shouted.

The gravity was pulling them down harder.

BOOM!

Mary hit the ground hard. She felt paralyzed, unable to express the pain which she had felt.

"Oh my, oh my! She's really hurt!" A female with thick, round glasses looked down at her.

She picks up Mary whom weighed as much as a piece of paper did flowing in the wind. She still couldn't get rid of the pain. It confused her. She was dead.

So how can I feel pain?

The female put her hand behind Mary back and rubbed it which relieved some of Mary's pain but not that much.

The female picked up glass of water and pills. "Here, this will make you feel better."

Mary had no hesitation for she began to hear her own heart beat.

Flames... Flames everywhere...

Though that didn't bother him in the slightest. He thought he was still at the mansion. He thought he was still burning it to the ground while Aya escaped with Maria. But the flames soon vanished into thin air and Dio stood where the mansion once was. It was a field of land with nothing in sight, everything had been burned down years ago. Dio began to question himself, then he realized... he could see... with both eyes. He was taller. Older. Probably in his early twenties.

"Please stop Aya." said a male voice.

Dio turned around towards the direction of the voice. There they stood. The ghosts of Monkia and Alfred Drevis, Aya's parents. He walks towards Dio until he stands directly in front of him.

"Stop Aya." He said.

"I wanted to kill her so she wouldn't end up like me. I wanted her to die innocent and beautiful. But now she believes she kills with good intentions. She has become like me but has worse. Dio... stop my daughter before her state worsens. You wouldn't want to these youngsters to be next? Would you?" He grinned knowing Dio wouldn't want anymore victims.

In his hand was little holographic people. In one hand there were six people. Four middle school students, one thirteen year old with blonde braids, a nine year old girl and a twenty year old male. In the other hand were six students and a teacher. In the middle was Aya, a blonde and a girl with violet hair whom had no eyes or legs.

Monkia came up to Dio as well,"We have brought you back to life on our request Please stop Aya before its to late and return her to the girl we once knew."

He asked no questions. He turned around ready to head out in his new living body.

"Also," Alfred threw him a crumbled up map with notes of where Aya is and what moves to make, he turned back to Alfred.

"...kill anyone who gets in your way for they aren't human. One more thing, you must kill the girl who announces herself as Viola."

Dio nods his head silently and walks off.

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