New version of Ghost Files 2 : The story isn't over
Disclaimer : I don't own Yuyu Hakusho or any others manga characters that are present in the story. However the OCs are mine.
PROLOGUE :
The weather was cold and the sky dark, as she was flying in the air. The wind blew in her long locks, while the cold was gnawing at her frail cheeks. In spite of its intensity, she felt nothing.
If any normal human being was out at this hour, clad in nothing but a thin kimono, they would surely catch a cold. That was the thing; she was not normal. Neither was she human. In fact this being, who its form fought against the harsh wind to not go off course, was the personification of what any living creature was probably fearing.
Death.
Not letting the thick fog affect her view, she continued on her journey to a building located in a modest street of Tokyo. The building in question was quite old and in a huge need of reparations. Creamy bricks were covered with dirt and graffiti, the deteriorations from the happenings that took place 3 years ago could still be seen on its outer appearance.
'3 years…' she thought, with a nostalgic yet bitter smile. She knew this place all too well. This was the place one of her dearest friends used to live in with his mother. She remembered all the hours she spent there, all those times he would kick her out, or rather try to kick, and her taking revenge by pulling pranks on him. It was good old times when even death was able to act childish, without minding her heavy onus. A period when even death could live freely and have friends without the pressure of having to think about human beings as simple tasks or experiments.
It had been such a long time since she had last visited.
Shaking her head, the strange apparition tried hard to not waste any more time by admiring the ruined blocks of bricks and reminiscing about the old days. She flew closer to the building, ignoring the few people smoking on their balconies and began to calmly search the doors, where her duty was waiting behind one of them. She did not need to be cautious of the people around her, they could not see her anyway.
'76', she thought as she found the door number she had been looking for.
With a grace and a discretion that only her kind possessed, she searched the flat. She took a short minute to observe the surroundings and the decoration of the room she had landed in. It was quite plain, the walls were painted light grey, there was an old table and 4 assorted chairs. A gas cooker, a small fridge and a bread bin. Nothing more. 'Quite the fancy kitchen' she thought sarcastically. Turning around, a source of light caught her attention coming through a small opening of a door leading to another room she had not yet been in. Her delicate features formed a questioning frown.
She left the room where she was currently standing in, only to find herself in the living room. Her eyes finally settled on what she had been looking for all along. There, laying on an uncomfortable looking, green and damaged sofa was a body.
She took a few steps towards the lifeless body, only to stop short when the source of light she had seen earlier distracted her attention from the form on the sofa.
"It seems that the cause of the curious events and crimes occurring recently have still not been identified. However, Criminal Investigation Section of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department continues to try to work towards catching the culprit or culprits, reassuring the families of the victims, as well as the Japanese population.", said the reporter that could be seen on the screen. She raised her eyebrows. "As the suspects are being taken into custody to begin the questioning, Inspector Utsumi asks the population to—" Suddenly, the screen went black.
'Enough', she thought, shaking her head.
She lowered the remote control she picked up earlier and gently puts it on the coffee table. After, she finally proceeded to close the distance between her and the dead body laying on the sofa. When close enough, she reached out and delicately tap the obvious masculine being on the chest.
"Yamamoto Kasura, 52 years old. Divorced for 9 years, 3 children. Death caused by cancer that could not be cured because of not being treated properly. An army veteran that started serving at the young age of 19. Worked as a history teacher for 16 years. Has been unemployed for 4 years. Financial problems and a family unwilling to help." A look of pity and sadness spread across the deathly, but beautiful entity's face, but she was fast at replacing it with a comforting smile as she looked at the soul that appeared before her, keeping her tears in.
"It's okay now mister, I'm taking you to a place where your soul will live happily, a place where you will feel like you belong", she said.
She saw resignation on the man's face, also a little bit of hesitation and regrets. Her heart started to sting a little when she saw the moon reflecting in the wet pools that were the man's eyes.
Not wanting to waste his chance, the man asks her straightforwardly:
"Can I see my daughter before we leave? She's 24 and recently became blind. Please, she's the only person that still cared for me despite my shameful problems. I should have visited her earlier but...". A silence settled in the room as the deceased man was trying to find the emotional strength to finish his request.
"You did leave some heritage to your family members… Did you use up the money you had left for her?" At that, the man that was now ghost, could not do anything but nod shamefully.
She smiled "Mister Yamamoto, I will be sure you get the best care once your judgment happens".
Defeated, he followed her out of the apartment. She led him to her floating oar, which they both would ride on to get to the afterlife destination. She kept encouraging the lost and sad soul until they reached the end of their journey. 'Death's role was more than taking away lives, was it not?', she asked herself inwardly.
Letting her eyes travel down to the animated streets of the city, a worried expression took place on her features as her guts contracted painfully seeing all the horrible commotion.
'At least he was not a victim of the horrible events occurring in Ningenkai…', she thought. 'What the hell is going on?'
Hey !
This story is a new and upgraded version of my other fic Ghost Files 2 : The story isn't over.
I wanted to start it over and change a few things while keeping the old version. So here it is ^0^
I updated this new prologue into the old version yesterday but finally decided to just create a new one with it. I hope you all will like it T.T
Don't forget to review ! It will give more motivation and strenght 3
Also I wanna thank a close friend of mine who did kindly proof read and helped me to correct my akward narration T.T 3