Prompt # 3
Genre switch
Choose one of the following genres and incorporate this concept within your writing
"Whatever you want to do, do it now. For life is time and time is all there is."
Genre Choice Bank: Fantasy, Western, SciFi, Horror, Mystery
The genre you choose must not be the same as the original genre your fandom is in.
Ex: If your fandom is romance you must change it completely.
romance - horror
romance - western
Word Count: 1000 Minimum
Word count: 1,322
Genre: Horror (I really tried.)
Creak. Step. Creak.
Silence.
Footfall. Thud. Step. Whisper.
Miyagi.
For the third time that night, he swore he heard his name called out. But every time he turned to look around, only the empty street greeted him and the night noises answered his silent stares. The chirping crickets punctuated each step he took on the hard asphalt and the full moon loomed ominously above him.
He must simply be tired. Miyagi Yoh decided as he turned the corner and walked towards walkway that led to the beach. Their beach. This was where he brought his sensei in the afternoon. Every day, without fail, he would rush to the hospital to bring her here for the simple reason that she loved the beach. Even when it was too cold to go out, he would still bring her here; because he can never refuse to give her what simple pleasure she can take of the time she has left.
It was something that made her all the more precious to him, her zest for life and her love of literature. He learned to live for the moment, grabbing opportunities and slim chances for any form of happiness, without regret. Because, if at one time, you pursued something with all your heart, at that point, it was something you truly wanted, even if it does not hold true for the present. So there should be no regrets, right? If it was something that you truly wanted…
Even if things have changed and you are pursuing after something or someone different now.
He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the crunching sound of sand as he walked onto the sea side. He gave a small smile. The last time he had been here was with her. And now, he was alone. For a long time, he was alone. And here he was once again, to bid his goodbyes.
Miyagi.
He turned around once more at the sound. He swore it wasn't just his imagination this time. But once again, there was no one in sight and the crashing waves and dark clouds cast an eerie gloom over the landscape. He shivered involuntarily and goose bumps began to appear on his skin and he felt a dull coldness settle inside him. He had wanted to stay longer but he somehow wanted to leave the place.
For the last time, goodbye, sensei. I really loved you.
He was glad he didn't take his car out here to drive and had opted at the last minute to take the train instead. He suddenly felt ill and his shoulders were stiff. He reached up to try to work out the tautness out of the knotted muscles but it hardly had an effect at all. He was eager to go home and pester Shinobu into giving him a massage. He ambled up the walkway and hailed a taxi. Yes, it felt good to have moved on at last.
Miyagi turned on his reading light and settled himself on the couch comfortably. From the corner of his eye, he could see Shinobu curled up on the sofa, huddled in a dark blanket. He gave a small smile towards the direction of the sleeping figure and paid concentrated his attention on the book he held. He was able to dupe Kamijou into lending him the book before the latter even finished it. The expressions on his assistant's face whenever the topic of conversation shifted to Kamijou's boyfriend were just too amusing for Miyagi to stop his playful banter with the man.
Shaking his head, he started to read in earnest, taking no mind of the time. He wasn't sure how long he had been up reading when the doorbell chimed, echoing in the quiet apartment. A little annoyed at the interruption, Miyagi stood and stomped his way to the door.
The color drained from his face when he saw who was waiting.
"Miyagi! What took you so long in getting the door?!" Shinobu pushed past him and sat on the sofa. The empty sofa, which Miyagi was sure, was occupied not too long ago.
"Miyagi! What's wrong with you? You're too jumpy." The young man asked as they settled in bed.
"I- it's nothing." He was sure he was visibly shaken. But after that night's incident, who wouldn't be? Miyagi tried to calm down his racing heart and wound his arm around the teen's waist, wanting to borrow a little of body warmth he exuded.
"I'm just tired. Let's go to sleep."
"Mmm." His lover mumbled sleepily and sleep soon claimed him.
Creak. Thud. Step.
Miyagi tried to shrug off the feeling that he felt the bed dip slightly on his side of the bed. He scooted closer to Shinobu, trying to distract himself as he felt move movement at the foot of the bed, as if someone was trying to crawl on it.
He shut his eyes tightly and buried his face in Shinobu's hair, inhaling the sweet scent, valiantly ignoring to whisper of hair that he felt brush at his cheek. He felt the same coldness at the beach settle behind him once more and when he heard his name whispered this time, he was sure it was not his imagination anymore.
Miyagi.
"Miyagi!"
He felt himself being shaken and he refused to open his eyes, afraid of what he would find.
"Miyagi! Wake up!"
Wake up? He tried to open his eyes and the bright glare of sunlight greeted him. He squinted and shifted his gaze to look at Shinobu, looking worried.
"You were thrashing about. It looked like you were having a nightmare."
A dream? Miyagi gave a small laugh and pulled Shinobu close against him. His heart was still hammering in his chest but he felt so relieved was he was soon laughing out loud at his own gullibility. In the daylight, it was really amusing to think about it.
Maybe he really was just tired and needed to take a break from his long work hours.
"Where are we going?" Shinobu inquired, looking out the window.
"First to the shrine to pray for your university entrance exams. Then we're going shopping."
The boy cast him a suspicious glare. "Like a date?"
Miyagi couldn't help but tease him then and there. "Maybe. But if you don't like it…" He let the sentence drift off, the unspoken words clear between the two of them.
"Idiot!" Shinobu mumbled blushingly. "Who said anything about not wanting it?" More blushing. "And why the hell are you in such a good mood today?"
"I have my reasons." Miyagi chuckled.
"What did you pray for?" Miyagi inquired as they left the shrine.
"I'm not telling." The young man retorted. But the telling flush on his face told Miyagi exactly what it was he wanted.
"Come on now, let's go." Miyagi grabbed the teen's arm to begin the walk down the shrine but he wasn't looking where he was going and he bumped into a small boy.
"Ah. Excuse me." He held out a hand to help the lad but to his surprise, the boy gave him a frightened glance and hurriedly scampered away without a word.
"See. Even little kids don't like you." Shinobu whispered at him with a smirk.
The incident was soon forgotten by the couple but the young boy won't. There was no way he could forget the scary lady leaning onto the man's arm possessively, the look of pure hate on her face.
Miyagi found himself walking towards the sea side alone on a moonlit night. The felt a rush of déjà-vu but he completely ignored it. Was it his imagination or could he hear footfalls behind him and voice that continuously called out to him every now and then?
As he reached the sea shore, he felt a cold hand clamp down on his shoulder and he turned to look at the face of his long dead sensei.
It's just beginning, Miyagi. I won't let you go.
I just scared myself to death. D8
