This is a repost! I suddenly decided to continue this but forgot the password to my old file! Oops! Anyway, I didn't bother editing anything. I apologize if the feel of the story changes a bit after the third chapter, but I promise that it'll be the best creepy story I can deliver. Hopefully!

BandaidChan

Hiro pushed a lock of hair behind his ear, then let his fingers trail through it long strands before slowly placing them back onto the pointer. Beside him Suguru fidgeted with his clothing, not even daring to touch the thing. The guitarists' eyes traveled all around the small circle of his band. Directly across from him, Shuichi's eyes shone in the candlelight, giving him a look of bloodthirsty madness.

Per usual, Shuichi was taking this small event to the highest levels of extreme. He was dressed as a Gypsy with a lace bandana tied around his head and large jewel necklaces draping from his neck.

"Shuichi," Hiro said suddenly, causing the nervous keyboardist beside him to jump. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Nonsense!" Shuichi easily brushed off, moving his head to stare down at the Ouija board. It wasn't anything fancy, though moderately more expensive than one sold in a toy store. It was made from a polished wood, with deep black carvings that spelt out the alphabet in the center. Above the letters were too small words, 'yes' and 'no'. In the top left hand corner it read 'Hello' and on the bottom right hand corner it said 'Goodbye.' It was all in English.

"Hiroshi is right." Suguru tried, moving his large hazel eyes to each individual melting candle that created a circle around them. "I've heard about these things…they're not something we should be messing with."

"Those are just ghost stories." Shuichi said calmly. "You aren't really scared of a few childish stories, are you?"

"If they're just stories then why bother even doing this!"

"Calm down, you're going to get the spirits angry." Hiro cut in dully, staring past the two bickering rock stars, which instantly froze up. After a moment, Shuichi shook his head and placed his pointer and middle finger of each hand on the black planchette. It was wooden, like the board itself, but considerably lighter. It was shaped as an arrowhead with a magnifying glass center.

Suguru still refused to touch it.

"Why do I even have to be here?" he pleaded, his voice taking an edge of complaint.

As if it wasn't obvious, Shuichi took his hands away from the objects that sat in the middle of their small circle, and began to wave them around. "Because, it's all English! The letters, and the ghost we're trying to contact."

"And where do I come in?" asked the 16-year-old loudly.

"You know English."

"So does Hiroshi!"

A small sweat drop formed on Hiro's brow.

"You were a good student!" Suguru cried, "How could you have forgotten an entire language?"

"Hey," Hiro sighed. "I've been hanging around with Shuichi too much. It's scientifically proven that his stupidity is contagious!"

"Hey!" Shuichi huffed in his own defense. "If my stupidity is contagious, how come other peoples stupidity isn't?"

"Because you're special."

Pleased, the singer smiled. "That's what I've been told! Anyways, could we please start already? Yuki's going to be home soon, and the candles are melting. " He lifted his eyes to the third member of the band. "Please, do this for me. I need to get through to Kitazawa."

Sympathetically, Hiro glanced at his friend. "What are you going to tell him?"

The pink haired boy shook his head while dropping it slightly. "I'm going to tell him to leave Yuki alone. It's the only way…"

There was a hush among the three, where Shuichi silently watched the reflection of flickering lights glimmer on the polished wooden surface of the board, and Hiro's eyes landed on Suguru's.

Both band mates knew that Shuichi and Yuki had been going through a rough patch lately, more so that usual. Shuichi would come to work subdued and depressed, and when asked, he would simply say, "I'm fine."

One day, however, Shuichi stormed into work in a rage. He was yelling at the workers about the way the new album was turning out. He took one nervous man by the shirt, glaring venomously, and then telling the worker that it was his fault entirely. Just before anyone could quell the boy, he stormed through the room, ripping things off of their shelves and pushing things over. Hiro, Suguru, K, and Sakano tried to subdue and calm him down, but all they received were earfuls of swears.

The singer wouldn't stop until Tohma entered the room. The blonde simply stood in the doorway, wearing Shuichi down with his eyes. When stilled, everyone noticed the large bruise on Shuichi's cheek, just below his left eye. The room was stunned and silent. Shuichi fell to his knees sobbing. Tohma instantly went to the boy, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.

"It's all his fault!" Shuichi wailed.

"Whose fault?" Tohma asked calmly.

"I can't compete with a dead guy. It's all Kitazawa's fault."

Shuichi fell to pieces, leaning into Tohma's embrace. The companies president acted quickly, helping the broken boy to his feet and guiding him out of the room, telling the staff that work would be canceled for today.

Though, after that incident, Shuichi seemed much happier (they suspected Tohma had something to do with that) both Hiroshi and Suguru knew that Shuichi couldn't last much longer. To Shuichi, it felt like this was his last chance.

Reluctantly, Suguru picked up a notebook and black pen that was beside his crossed legs.

The slight movement caused Shuichi to snap out of his daze. When noticing what his friend was doing, his smiled gratefully. "Thank you!"

The three got closer together, scooting their pillows into a tighter circle. Hiro and Shuichi picked the board up and placed it down on their laps, making sure that their knees were touching and that their laps were a stable enough support. They began to slowly and lightly move the pointer in a large circle.

Each one of them kept their eyes closed and concentrated on picking up Yuki Kitazawa's spirit. After a few seconds, Suguru opened his eyes and studied their surroundings. He was sweating generously, and though he was willing to help his friend, he wasn't so willing to dabble in the affairs of ghosts.

In all honestly, he didn't know much about this Yuki Kitazawa character, or what he had to do with Shuichi, Eiri, or Tohma. He recalled hearing the name several times around at family meetings, remembered Tohma hissing the name into the receiver of the phone once or twice, and he even hear Shuichi use it occasionally.

They three huddled in the center of Shuichi and Eiri's hardwood living room floor. The lights had been turned off and the curtains drawn to ensure more darkness. They created a large circle made of pure white candles around them, the only light source they had.

The keyboardist jumped when he heard Shuichi gasp beside him. Instantly his eyes were focused on the moving pointer. It wasn't moving much, just slowly sliding into the center of the board. A quick study of Hiro and Shuichi's face told Suguru that neither of them was moving it.

"Is this Yuki Kitazawa?" Shuichi stammered, looking intently at the board.

The pointer slid across the board. 'Hello'

Again, Shuichi raised his voice and questioned the air. "Yuki Kitazawa?"

The pointer trembled beneath their fingers before moving to the 'yes'.

A chill ran down Shuichi's spine. Finally, he was talking to the man who started it all. He hadn't actually thought he was going to make contact. This was it. Emotions welled up in his body, threatening to make him explode. He didn't know what to say.

"Why did you do that to Yuki?" Shuichi whispered.

They all waited, terrified out of their wits, as the black pointed began to hover over each letter.

B-E-C-A-U-S-E I L-O-V-E E-I-R-I

Suguru jotted down each letter while it was being magnified. When the pointer stopped moving, Suguru looked into the expectant eyes of his band. "He said, because I love Eiri." The confession startled everyone. Hiro was rooted to his spot. Normally, he kept a level head, processing the situation calmly. But this, this was the real deal. They were contacting a dead man, a hated man. For Shuichi, the confession sparked misguided anger.

"Some way to show it! Screw off! He doesn't need you!" The singer shouted, eyes brimming with tears. The reason why things were falling apart was because this jackass wouldn't let well enough alone. He wouldn't stand to lose to a dead man.

The planchette picked up speed as it began to, once again, hover over the letters. It was moving quickly, and had not Hiro been saying the letters out loud (in a slightly accented voice) Suguru never would've gotten it all written down.

Y-O-U A-R-E A-N I-N-C-R-E-D-I-B-L-Y R-U-D-E B-O-Y

The youngest boy looked down at the writing with wide eyes. It wasn't good to get a spirit angry.

"He says you're rude, Shuichi. Incredibly rude."

Uncaring, Shuichi glared at the board resting half on his lap. "He doesn't need you." He said again. "He has me."

Immediately the pointer began to move around the board again. Hiro and Shuichi felt the tug on their fingers when they weren't moving fast enough.

I C-A-N F-I-X T-H-A-T

There was a chill in the air now, but regardless the sweat on Suguru's brow increased tenfold. "Shuichi," he whispered faintly. "Stop now. Stop making him mad. This is dangerous. Say goodbye."

"What did he say?" Hiro asked quietly, staring at the notebook clutched in Suguru's sweaty hand.

"He said he could fix it."

"Fix what?" Shuichi looked over to Suguru, eyes expectant and scared. He jumped when the pointer started to slide across the Ouija board again. The question had been directed towards Suguru.

Hiro began to say the letters out loud again, which was a big help to Suguru.

Y-O-U B-E-I-N-G T-H-E-R-E F-O-R E-I-R-I

Suguru read the script quietly, unsure how to say it in his own words. When he was about to tell Shuichi to stop once more, the pointer began to move again, this time with out a question to answer.

I C-A-N T-A-K-E Y-O-U-R P-L-A-C-E L-I-K-E Y-O-U T-O-O-K M-I-N-E

Tears began to steak down Suguru's eyes, being illuminated by the flickering candles. He was terrified. "Please stop now, Shuichi!"

"What did he say?" Shuichi asked quietly, glaring at the pointer as if daring it to move.

"He said he could take your place like you took his."

"Leave Yuki alone!" Shuichi screamed to the empty space between himself and Hiro. Said man jumped, causing the pointed to jump beneath their fingers. Shuichi removed his fingers out of instinct. The planchette jerked out of Hiro's grip violently with out Shuichi to stop it.

Suguru was shaking, breathing heavily, and pale as a ghost. He was already nervous about using an Ouija board, having heard all the horror stories and seen all the movies. He knew good things never came out of it. Beside him, Hiro sat straight at a board, eyes wide, scared stiff all too literally.

All three of them were staring at each other now, sweating and scared. They didn't know what to do; emotions were overtaking their minds with out mercy. Anger, towards Shuichi being one of them. Why did he want to do this, why did he make them join in? Sadness for Shuichi, what if this was it? What was going to happen now? Will he be safe? Will his relationship with Yuki be stronger or weaker now?

But mostly fear. Fear was circling around them like a fog, blinding them. Slowly, Shuichi allowed his eyes to stray downward at the board, where the pointers glass center was magnifying one word.

'No.'

With a loud scream, Shuichi leapt to his feet and ran towards a light switch, sending the Ouija board and planchette to clatter to the floor. Instantaneously Suguru and Hiro huddled together while watching Shuichi's dash. He was just about to reach the switch directly beside the font door, when it began to creak open. Shuichi froze to his spot, eyes wide and pupils the size of pinpricks. The door opened more, letting in a crack of light.

All three boys were screaming as the door banged open, revealing a silhouette standing in the doorway.

Shuichi, stopped in his tracks, toppled over in a dead faint.

And no one noticed that they never said goodbye to the ghost on the Ouija board.

Please do not kill me for this sudden and new story, when I haven't even updated my other one. That one's in the works. The newest chapter is half finished, and that half is in the betta's station.

Anyways, about this fiction. I didn't have a chance to run it through with my Betta yet, but maybe later I'll make her edit it, so please excuse any mistakes! This is in the spirit of Halloween. The idea is buzzing around my head and it won't stop, so I need to get it out. Hopefully it won't intervene with Tomorrow Bring. What I really need is some handy dandy reviews to get me inspired again. (Hint hint)

I'm new at writting horror stories, I've never really done anything like this. (Unless Tomorrow Bring counts? Hehee..)

Two things before I go...
One) I think it's awful to feel like you need to get rid of a spirit to mend your relationship. Imagine feeling that deperate to cling to the person you love most, and to keep that person safe and happy. Imagine what it would feel like...So tragic, I feel badly for Shuichi, who is at his ends wit-blaming a spirit for any problems between him and Yuki. (Yes, that bruise on his cheek was from Yuki...I'll explain more later on!)

two) I don't really know Yuki Kitazawa's character. This is like the first time I've ever used him in any of my stories, so sorry. I'm making him coniving though, and considering what he did to Yuki, I wouldn't doubt that he's evil!

three) I looked up a lot about Ouija boards during this, but I'm still sorry if some things are wrong. I read you're supposed to say goodbye always, or else the spirit may feel free to stay. You're also supposed to be polite and ask, not demand, things. Shuichi and friends did not follow this rule. Also when I was writting this I kept hearing things and got really scared!