(A/N) Hello, everyone! This is my second story on Fanfiction. I actually wrote this a while ago, in a journal of mine, when a random thought came to me: "ZOMG IT'D BE SO AWESOME IF FATAL FRAME CHARS WERE IN HIGURASHI". I then made a deep and complex story as to why they're there. WARNING TO EVERYONE RIGHT NOW: Since I know how it feels to feel your life crash down after hearing a huge and dream-ruining spoiler, I will warn you right now: There are Higurashi Season 2 Spoilers in here. Finish season 2 before reading this. Kk? =w=

Another fair warning: This is a whole lot different from my previous story, A Kiss and a Melody. That vocaloid fanfic is much more gushy and romancey and WAY MORE LIGHT HEARTED. This is dark, horror-esque, creepy and psychological. So if you're a bit more on the gushy side stick to the loveydovey A Kiss and Melody :3 ENJOY!


"Mio-chan, is Rika-chan okay?"

"Ri-chan!"

"Rika?"

The golden tears of the sun trickled down on Furude Rika's tightly shut eyelids, opening them. As she awakened, her dreary eyes found themselves gazing upon the sun seeping through the wispy clouds that were lazily crawling through the pure blue sky. The sun was glimmering through the gaps in between the gentle green leaves, dancing with the wind amongst the branches of towering trees above her. A soft, summer breeze whispered secrets through the air, carrying the aroma of awakening morning glories and caressing Rika's skin as it brushed violet strands of long, silky hair across her face. The breeze caused the emerald grass to rustle against Rika's cheek, signifying she was lying on the ground. Yet, in all this serenity, a throbbing pain found itself pounding in the young girl's skull, as if trying to burst into the peacefulness of this summer day and turn it sour.

Her familiar friends stood circled above her. She recognized Ryuuguu Rena's short, perky hair, a strawberry orange color, glistening a honey-sweet bronze in the sun.

"Ri-chan, are you okay~kana, kana?" Rena's ocean-blue eyes expressed a relieving worry as she noticed her friend's eyes begin to open, yet a pout still refused to leave her lips.

Next to Rena, Sonozaki Mion stood over Rika, a slightly surprised expression in her sapphire blue eyes. Her bright, apple-green hair cascaded down her shoulders, distinct yet charming. Maebara Keiichi stood next to Mion, a stupid, confused look on his face, filming over his shimmering brown eyes, the same color as his hair.

Rika sat up, and saw her best friend, Houjou Satoko, kneeling by her side. Her eyes, usually a pretty burnt orange shade, darkened to a cherry brown as a look of worry consumed her face. Short, golden hair framed her face, cut at chin-length.

"Rika, I'm sorry~desu wa. I threw the ball too hard. Are you okay?"

Oh, yes, Rika thought to herself, this is where Satoko hits me with the ball and I fall to the floor.

Rika beamed at Satoko and said in a childish voice, "No, I'm okay, Satoko-chan. I wasn't hurt at all, just a little surprised. Nippa~!"

Satoko's expression immediately relaxed, and she sighed with relief.

"Can you get up, Rika-chan?" a timid voice came from behind Rika. A voice she's never heard.

Rika's eyes opened wide as she turned around.

Behind her stood two young girls, around her age, with similar features. Both had short, straight hair falling just below the chin in a dark brown shade, rusty red strands appearing in the sunlight. Bangs swept across their foreheads and their deep brown eyes looked shy and concerned. They wore matching dresses, yet one had a bandage on her right knee.

What? Rika thought, shocked. Who are…?

"Uh…yes! See?" Rika got to her feet and spread her arms out as if to say, "ta-da!"

"Alright, let's keep the game going!" Mion said, cheerfulness rich in her voice. "I still want to punish Kei-chan," she added, a look of determination on her face as she clenched her fist, as if it was a true goal for her.

"'Ey, don't get your hopes up!" Keiichi smirked, overly proud, "I'm still in the lead in this game!"

Rika grinned at Mion and Keiichi's childish quarrel. Then Rena looked behind her, at the small school they all attended. The school in their town, Hinamizawa, was a one-classroom school with only eighteen students and one teacher.

"I wonder where Miku-chan went, ~kana, kana…?"

Rika's eyes grew wider. "Miku?" her voice sounded startled.

Rena glanced over at Rika, a bit confused. "Huh? Yeah, Miku-chan…?" she grinned. "Did the hit in the head from the ball make you forget one of your friends, Ri-chan?"

Rika could only stare for a moment.

Rena's expression turned back to confused.

"Ri-chan…?"

"Mii…" Rika finally murmured, "No, I didn't forget, silly! Nippa!"

Suddenly, a girl with dark brown hair shining red in the sunlight, and tied back in a ponytail with a deep blue ribbon came rushing over. The girl looked rather panicked.

"Mya!" the girl exclaimed.

"Hey, Miku!" Keiichi called to her, "What took you so long?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Mya…" the girl, Miku, appeared out of breath, gasping for air. "I got left behind by you guys behind the school." She explained what happened. "I was walking with you guys, but I saw these pretty flowers on the ground and got lost in thought staring at them, mya… by the time I snapped out of it, you guys were gone."

The young look-a-like girls giggled at Miku. "How careless!"

Miku blushed pink. "I…I didn't mean to…"

Satoko chuckled. "Okay, Miku's here, let's play the game again!"

Rika looked around her at all her laughing friends, gawking. But…who were these new people? "Miku", and these two girls…she's never seen before.

"Nee, everyone! Say 'cheese'!"

Rika turned in the direction of a woman's voice.

Her vision was stolen by a white flash.

"Mii…?"

When her vision came back, she saw a young woman in front of her, focusing her attention on a camera in her hands, her short, black-as-night hair rustling in the breeze. She looked busy in a pure white, sleeveless button-up shirt, black skinny jeans, and extra-high white heels.

The woman beamed at the photo that dropped out of the professional-looking camera.

"How cute!" the woman said cheerfully. "You guys are so fun to photograph."

She blinked at the photo. "Aa? Rika-chan, you're not smiling in this picture. You look kind of depressed, nee…"

"Ah-uh…" Rika stuttered, "I was—"

"I must of scared you, coming out of nowhere, nee!"

The woman smiled in a friendly manner.

"M-Mii…" muttered Rika.

"You do that a lot, Kurosawa-san," Rena mumbled, a grin on her lips yet her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Oh please, you guys," the woman said, placing a hand on her chest, "I told you to call me 'Rei'. After all, I only come here once a year, and you guys are my favorite things to photograph! Or, if you must, I'll also be happy with just a simple 'Rei-chan'~-"

"—So, 'Rei-chan', taking yet another photo-shoot of these kiddos?"

A male voice suddenly interrupted her babbling, and she whirled around, blushing red. "Yuu!"

Rika's friends all chuckled and called out, "Hey, Asou-san."

Except for Rika, who was blinking and looking around at all these people she's never seen before.

"Oji-san!" the two young girls squealed and ran towards the young man smiling next to "Yuu".

"Hey, Mio-chan, Mayu-chan," the uncle caught the two girls in a hug.

"Hello, Amakura-san ~desu wa!" Satoko called out.

"What is Asou-san and Amakura-san doing here ~kana, kana?" asked Rena.

"Trying to cure writer's block, you see…" Yuu sighed.

"So we decided to take a walk." Concluded Kei Amakura.

"I-Is that so, nee…" Rei laughed nervously, still red.

Rika was staring at everyone, her eyes bulging. She was used to going to a new dimension, a new world every time she died. In the last few dimensions, she figured out the person attempting to kill her every time was a woman named Miyo. But never once in the one hundred years she's flipped through dimensions had she ever seen these people.

"I…um…I…HAVE TO PEE!" Rika suddenly exclaimed, and fled, the crowd staring.

"NIPPA~!"


"Hanyuu!" Rika's voice echoed through the bathroom stall. "What is the meaning behind this world!"

A ghostly apparition of a girl with white, wavy hair tumbling down her back, dressed in old Japanese attire appeared in front of Rika. Curved horns on the apparition's head proved she was not human.

"Hanyuu~"

"Do you even know, yourself?" Rika was frantic.

"Lower y-your voice, please!" Hanyuu replied, her apparition backing up to a grimy stall door, as if Rika's sharp, demanding voice frightened her.

To her friends, Rika had an innocent, childish voice, and had a child's behavior—her gigantic grins, her creation of nonsensical babble she used all the time, "Nippa" and "Mii", her tendency to copy animals' noises and gestures…yet on the inside, she was full-grown and mature, her dialect wise and intelligent, her voice lower and sharper. She can only share her true self to Hanyuu, otherwise her friends on the outside will get confused.

"Well, you see…" Hanyuu began, directing her quiet voice to the dirt-caked floor below them, "Something happened…"

"Something? What is it?" asked Rika, her voice still tinted with panicked breathes.

"The world we teleported to…" it looked as though it was difficult for Hanyuu to coax the words out of her throat. "…it's completely different from all the other worlds."

"I cans see that." Rika let out a puff of air. She's dealt with worlds like this, worlds broken and reversed, their upside-down shards floating in the wavelengths of time. Rena's family never breaking; Satoko's brother never leaving; Twice had Keiichi never even moved to Hinamizawa, a terrible fate. Rika concluded she could weave her way through this world's intertwining tangles.

"No, Rika." Hanyuu's voice sounded as though she was shoving it out of her, "This time…it's different."

"How?"

"This world has somehow been dismantled and re-pieced, like an un-matching puzzle. Those people you've never seen before—all of them in the other worlds never even lived near Hinamizawa. Something's happened."

"So? Things like this have happened before, right?"

"But Rika! These people…I don't know much about them. They could distort this world even more. I will have to look into them."

"What are you talking about? We already know the culprit is Miyo. We don't need to worry about the new people…right?"

"Yes, Rika, we do." Hanyuu's voice grew graver and graver with every world she said. Her eyes met Rika's.

"This world is so broken and different, the culprit could be someone other than Miyo. The new people, Rena, Keiichi—it is just as probable it's you or I. It could be anyone, Rika."

The realization that this world is shattering more than she thought finally hit Rika, like the agonizing pain after the shock of a bullet. Struck with a sudden understanding, Rika froze and replayed Hanyuu's words in her head.

In this world, it could be anyone.


What you see is a crumbling future with new eyes.

What you hear is laughter playing like a pantomime, yet doesn't belong.

What you witness is the familiar dirt trail in which unknown figures stand upon.

When the Crimson Butterflies Scatter, The Doomed Beginning Chapter, Part 2 ~ Destruction knows no mercy.

Do you believe?


(A/N) This is more of an introduction, the second chapter, get ready for some thrills! ^0^ Reviews are appreciated! Luv you~!

Random after-story babbling time with Koe:

Listening to Colors by Utada Hikaru...such a pretty song. And it's words are so inspirational. wwwww