Hello my readers! Baka here with a story that came up while I was watching some shit on chiller (the channel) and here ya go.
Warnings: Yaoi (When will there not be?), possible lemon (I haven't decided…-_-), creepiness, and some serious angst that may effect readers psychologically…beware. 1x2, 3x4, Mx5
Disclaimers: Ya kno, why should we write these when everyone on fanfiction doesn't own the people we use for the fanfic, unless they're original characters?! I'm only writing this once. -.-"
I really am happy that I finally finished this chap, in one day! ^^ I give you people cookies and one fur myself. Oh, and updates will stop and all that jazz cause I'm headin' to D.C. baby! (And my laptop broke) R.I.P Freddie T-T
This means the ghosties r talkin'
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It was actually a bright and sunny day full of no forboding to the three paranormal investigators as they walked to their destination for the evening and possibly, week.
"So al we have to do is figure out the mystery of those ghosts and we get a surprise?" Milliardo asked while tying his hair back with a scrunchie as they walked up the long gravel road.
"Basically, and Relena said she'd be coming in later unless we call her and ask her to wait." Heero said quietly as he surveyed the yellow wheat field and dark castle beyond. "Why is it always the castles that are haunted?" He glared at the harmless looking building that from their point of standing look huge.
"I think it's because they've had a lot of history come and go within its walls. Some not so good. That's why we're here." Trowa spoke up which startled the two, he was always silent except very rare times and when he was drunk which was also a rare occurrence.
"Yeah, well you help put them to rest Trowa, Heero can feel the deads feelings, and I can depict details out of fog and orbs." Milliardo pointed out feeling a bit flustered. "You are the priest and we're your sword and shield."
Trowa nodded and stopped for a moment, a puzzled look crossing his visible features. "I can hear singing." Trowa whispered loud enough for the other two to hear. Heero and Milliardo concentrated for a moment and heard a song that they'd heard somewhere.
Os iusti Meditabitur sapientiam
Et lingua eius Loquetur indicium
Beatus vir qui Suffert temptationem
Quonium cum probates fuerit Accipiet coronam vitae…
"Where is that from?" Milliardo asked as the heavenly voice faded off. "It sounded really pretty, I think one of our ghosts is a girl by that voice." Trowa nodded and rubbed the tear from his eye.
"I think that song was really sad and I could understand what she said." Trowa shook his head and started walking once again as Heero recorded their finding.
"What'd she say?" Heero asked as he put the recorder away.
" 'The mouth of the just shall meditate wisdom, and his language shall become clear.' "
"So it's a hymn?" Milliardo said. Trowa nodded.
"Though I don't know where I've hear it before…" Everyone seemed to ponder that comment with Trowa's comment until they reached the gilded wooden doors with cherubs and angels as well and roses and thorny vines wrapping around them, though the non worn away faces showed contempt.
"That's kinda depressing." Milliardo said as he ran his fingers along on of the vines and followed a few thorns. Heero touched one of the angels' faces and pushed the door open after frowning at how the angel looked. Her eyes were empty, as if they were once jewel encrusted or stones were placed in them, but they must've come out, and long hair drifted around her in wavy waves. The hollow eyes made him get a feeling of sorrow in his heart and he walked in with a grimace. Milliardo walked in and then Trowa after he looked at the doors once more before shutting them.
"So, where should we start and do we want to split up?" Milliardo said with a huff and sneezing at all of the dust that had collected on the well preserved carpeting.
"We all should stick together until we have a better lookout of the place." Heero said in a monotone.
"Well then, where to?" Milliardo looked into his partners cold blue eyes and felt pain throb in his heart. His eyes held warmth like a hot flame while Heero's were cold as ice.
"Upstairs and into rooms is always best." Trowa said and started walking towards the stairs. The other two followed behind quickly and didn't notice the white feather speckled with red and tipped with black nor see the small footprint in the dust beside it.
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Gomen but I have to go work on my job before Dylyn has a fit and cuts me off from my fun. Bye!
Live life like it's a party
Bakaperson