Heck yes! I got it in one week! I feel so accomplished . . .

So, anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I know . . . I know . . . it's short. 2nd shortest chapter ever written (second to a one-shot of mine). There isn't much dialogue. And, again, not much screentime for Rika or Ed. XP Oh well. I do hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Higurashi or FMA. They are too phenomenal to be a creation of mine.

Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni: Ungranted Wish Arc

"'I'm the only one that can help you, Keiichi-kun. I won't allow you to transfer away. . .' Rena said, and then she raised her cleaver and pointed it at me."

—Keiichi Maebara (1st person): Demon Abduction Arc

"Traitorous Miracles"

When Keiichi arrived at the Sonozaki home, he never expected that he would never apologize. It was the same home that he, Shion, and Ed were in when they talked to the head of the Sonozaki family. When he looked at it, the appearance gave him a proud sensation that ran right through him, and it felt good. In the essence, Keiichi was successful. It was just a horrible turn of events that Satoko was murdered right afterwards. That had killed the spirit of fun terribly. Quite terribly. So, he wanted to bring the feeling back, even with one member missing – she had an uncanny way of appearing anyway. So he visited the others, announcing a club event that he planned himself the next day in the empty schoolhouse.

He remembered the faces of his friends. Rena was delighted, hugging him and crying. How emotional. Hanyuu was excited, smiling and praising him. She had said that Rika was happy too, even though the blue-haired Furude decided to not appear. Ed simply gave Keiichi a nice pat on the shoulder. And Keiichi could imagine how Satoko and Shion felt. They were going to have fun again. They really were.

When Keiichi closed his eyes, he could see how Mion would look when he apologized. She would look like she was crying, but she just wasn't that type of person. She would shout at him, telling him that he was late, and old men shouldn't be left to wait. And then he would whisper to her that he had planned a club event for the next day, and everyone would be there. Smiling. Just the way he had planned it.

The Maebara inhaled deeply, his chest puffed out, and then exhaled, almost going limp. He raised a hand and knocked the door, hearing the hollow sound ring out.

No answer.

Confused, Keiichi knocked again. Strange, Mion was the type to run up to the door and wrench it wide open. She was way too outright to keep someone waiting. He knocked again, but there wasn't any answer. So, curious and bewildered, Keiichi touched the door handle and slowly let it creak open. It was also unlocked. There definitely was something weird.

Regardless, Keiichi kept the image of Mion's to-be expressions in the back of his head like paintings against a white wall, totally disregarding everything else. He stepped inside, remembering the scent of apples that wafted from the memorable room, the green flooring, the traditional outlook, and a table in the middle. He expected everything and anything, already planning the whole thing out in his head like a carefully choreographed skit over and over again. There was no way that he wanted to wait one second more to see it all in action.

But there was no way that it would turn out right.

There was the same scent of apples, but with a disgusting, irony one mingling in with the happy aroma. The flooring had colors like Christmas: green and red. The traditional décor had a different design that wasn't there before. And the table still stood in the middle, but a chair was overthrown and laid next to where Keiichi stood. There was a girl he knew who shook beside a body.

Beside a body.

Keiichi's eyes widened. Blood seeped into the ground, tinting it an ugly color. A body sprawled out with a leg curving unnaturally. Splayed, green hair was patterned just like the décor of jade and scarlet. On the familiar, shocked face was a giant gash, the source of the pool of red. The corner of the chair beside the girl was splattered with the same sickening liquid. Blank green eyes dimmed to only stare up at the ceiling like headlights of a car. The picture was simply horrifying, much like the one Satoko was last seen in, except with less gore and butcher. And this time, Keiichi was quite sure who the murderer was. The culprit was a girl who was holding her head, crying and muttering small words of comfort as she gazed at what she had done. She was just as horrified as him.

"W-what have I done . . .?" Mion choked out, her legs trembling and almost ready to buckle. "W-why?" Small tears started trailing down. Her words were cut off by blubbering, and Mion started hugging herself.

"Mi . . . Mion . . ." Keiichi rasped.

"Kei . . . Kei-chan . . ." Mion murmured

The living Sonozaki staggered forward. "I'm sorry . . ." Her words seemed to rake against her throat, slowly turning into crying whispers. "Don't look . . . I'm sorry . . ." She stepped forward towards Keiichi, tears continuing to flow in rockslides. Soon enough, she swayed in front of Keiichi, drunk on terror and regret. "I just wanted to see you smile . . ." she muttered, reaching up to touch Keiichi's cheek, "but I didn't know that this would happen . . ."

Immediately, the boy recoiled in horror. Even though there were no tangible bloodstains streaking over Mion's hands, he could still see them too clearly. "Stay away!" he barked like a cornered mouse. He stepped back, glancing around to find something to fend himself.

The chair.

He grabbed it. And then he swung it over Mion's head. There was a crack, and she collapsed, holding her sore head. He could hear her mutter something, but he didn't know what it was. Instead, he just brought the chair back down. He was scared. He didn't know what he was doing. No, he didn't know what he was doing until he vaguely comprehended several cracks and a squish. Before long, his friend laid on the floor, much like her sister, completely unmoving.

Finally, the chair sat back onto the floor, upright. Now, what had HE done?

He stared at the dying body. He watched the paling lips formed silent words. He watched the twitching fingers, almost as if they wanted to reach up and grab the light above. He watched the fading eyes, frozen with despair. He knew too well that he was next. And he screamed.

Somehow, people seemed to hear his cry. There was ruckus, and shouting. "He killed the heir of the Sonozaki!" a man cried, and Keiichi could feel invisible fingers pointing accusingly at the Maebara. Keiichi knew he had to get away. There was no way around it. He had killed the second most important person in Hinamizawa. He was a killer. And, a killer was always a refugee, fleeing. Keiichi was no different.

He spun around, dashing right outside. Clanking of metal echoed behind him, and shouts of outraged followed. Footsteps thundered behind him, drowning any other noise and hiding the voices of those pursuing him. They were gaining on him! As a result, Keiichi only ran faster, pumping his arms harder with his eyes screwed shut and his head bowed. He didn't care where he was going – as long as he managed to get away. And his best route was right through the forest. He weaved around the trees easily, and his pursuers had no trouble either. How?

The trees that used to shield him so earnestly seemed more exposing than ever. They echoed the sounds, and pointed fingers at him, tormenting him with accusations. His voice started echoing the silent words, chanting them inside his head. No! No! It wasn't true! He hadn't meant it! Someone had to understand! He was afraid, and he didn't want to end up mangled on the ground like the Sonozaki twins! Why won't anyone understand his motives? It was because the only person who would understand was dead, killed by his hands. Why?

Keiichi had to find a way to shut those voices up. He didn't want to hear them anymore. He didn't want to hear his own possessed voice anymore. But he did want his trembling fingers to reach up and claw those words out, killing the nightmares echoing inside his head. And, luckily, his hands were the only ones that listened to his orders and pleas.

Things started cramming underneath his fingernails. Sticky liquid started flowing down his shirt. It was getting harder to breath. His eyes began to water with hurt. Everything started to blur together. But, the voices were disappearing, turning into only faint whispers.

Something appeared before him with glaring eyes. Immediately, Keiichi skidded to a halt. They all had caught up to him, surrounding the murderer. Without thinking, just like in the Sonozaki home, he searched for a weapon. For some odd reason, Keiichi spotted something sharp and bloody hiding in the bush. He dived for it, grabbing the cleaver and standing right back up afterward. He swung the giant knife around, successfully warding off the Sonozaki servants and guards. There was no way he was going to be captured!

But, someone fired a gun.

Keiichi gasped, feeling something being pounded into his chest. He dropped the weapon, going limp with shock. It became impossible to breathe as blood gurgled up his throat. His back pressed up against the rough bark of a tree, sliding down it. His hand subconsciously reached toward the wound, feeling the blood that started soaking through his shirt. A gaping hole was there with little pieces of flesh flaking off. Yeah, it was all over. But . . .

His shirt was unscathed.

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