Where Have I Gone?
A man with a serious expression walked down the street as the sky grew darker with the progressing clouds. A storm was brewing, or was it already going? Locked up inside something small and compact, yet accessible to the outside world around it, it fought out its dominance. Controlling the mind, bewitching the eyes; a storm that was raging inside.
A small town boy, who had always believed that a higher God was among the world, was this man's objective point. He had been called to oversee a certain ritual; providing his medical expertise.
He stood in front of an old house in the country, looking through the dusty window. Was anybody there? The wind picked up, sending a small shiver across his neck and down his spine.
"The time is near…" The man turned, and looked across the field. The whispers now had fallen silent. Forcing the thought to be his imagination, he stepped down the wooden stairs, to take a look up to the windows to see if anybody was home. He questioned his ability to read instructions, and questioned if this was even the right place. Since there was not another house for miles, he was convinced that this was it. A ghostly shadow hung over the house, despite the sun shining through the clouds. Hesitance bid its way into his mind.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…" He looked around, in search of the voice that had whispered into his ear. Empty fields, grass slightly bending in the breeze; a barn. The door was slightly open. A sudden gust of wind through the door open, banging them against the walls, screaming its protests loudly through the shrill shrieks of the wind. A shadow past quickly before the doors slammed shut, protesting their obedience.
The man's breathe grew heavier, and he turned once again to look at the house. At the window of the third level, stood a man, around the age of forty. He looked down at the man, and the man returned his gaze, unable to look away.
The door opened, and a middle-aged woman stuck her head out. The man tore his gaze away from the window, and made his way over to the door, and into the house.
Passing through the kitchen, he saw three others sitting at the table. The oldest only seemed to be 17, with another that looked to be his twin. The younger sat between them, sobbing into his hands. The man looked over the sight, and continued his way into the living room. Cats were sitting around the room, and looked up at him as he walked through. There was a slight uneasiness throughout the house that evening, but the man had a job to do.
Out of the door came a man in cloaks, a priest sent to the crying pleas of this family. The two men stared at each other.
"Doctor Yuu," the priest spoke first. Aoi nodded his head. He had been brought forth by this priest to aid him in his attempt to release the dark storm that was imprisoned.
"Kai…" Aoi spoke, quietly motioning for them to start their journey through which a long a complicated effect were to come.