Pat, pat, pat, pat! "Hey guys, wait up! Geez." A young man with sandy blond hair stopped to catch his breath. He leaned against a mossy tree, putting his entire weight against it. He glanced back at the direction he and his friends were traveling, noticing that they actually stopped for him.
"Slowpoke… at this rate we'll never get there!" A young man with dark brown hair sneered. A young girl with brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders punched him in the shoulder.
"Be nice to Shingo!" The boy rubbed his arm and stuck his tongue out at her.
"Always protecting him, Mika. What do you see in him?"
"Are you guys coming?" Another young man appeared, pushing his glasses up his nose just a tad bit further.
"Yeah, it's just Shingo being a fat ass again." The young man dodged another hit from Mika.
"I am not a fat ass, Takeo!" He sneered again, turning away from his fellow companions.
"Can we just hurry this expedition up? I have more important things to do."
Yasahiro helped Shingo to his feet, "Let's get this over and done with, my friend."
Shingo nodded, however he did not move at all. This trip is a terrible idea, Shingo pondered, yet why had he agreed to it? This trip was supposed to be the adventure of a lifetime, his three friends and him were traveling to the darkest spot of Japan looking for a truly horrific site. Of course they researched the place, upon Yasahiro's request (he didn't like going into things blindly), but they found surprisingly little about their destination.
"Hurry up Shingo!" Mika's melodious voice startled him out his dream. He shook his head and ran to catch up to his companions, but that did not stop the negative feelings from overflowing inside of him. He loved ghost stories like the next person, but that's all they were… just ghost stories. Now they were looking for the real thing! He ran right into Takeo and stumbled back.
"Damn it Takeo, what the…?" His mouth attempted to form the expletive but his voice stopped dead in his throat as his eyes wandered to the structure looming ahead of him. The color drained from his face, as he contemplated turning back and running toward safety. To the right of him, soft whimpers could be heard coming from Mika.
"A-alright everyone…." Takeo turned around, attempting to force a heroic smile, "who's going in first?"
Shingo walked over to Mika, placing a hand on her shoulder, he whispered soothing words to her. Yasahiro cleared his throat, "I don't believe it's a good idea to split up, Takeo."
"We came here together, we go in together," Shingo agreed with Yasahiro. Mika pulled away from Shingo, shaking her head. "It's alright Mika, we won't stay here long. Just a quick look inside and we'll leave."
She dared a look at him, and he smiled. She nodded in defeat, but held tightly to Shingo.
"That doesn't change anything… someone still has to go in first!" Takeo declared, but he quickly hung his head.
"Are you volunteering yourself, Takeo?" Yasahiro managed a smirk, as Takeo turned bright red and turned his face away from his companions.
"N-n-no!"
Shingo turned back towards the structure, gulping down a scream and worked up the courage to lead the group towards the front door. We're finally here at Himuro Mansion…
And what an adventure it will be.
