A/N: I update quite fast than I normally do for this fic… it's coz I'm focusing more on it as it caught to my attention at how I'm so into this darkish feel of torture on others… yeah right… my lil' sis will laugh if she knew I said that… I do have a dark feel in me and I can't deny that I like dark songs and lyrics… although not screaming their hearts out while singing… pheh… since I got sick for five to sick days after my last note… I got to thinking. I've only played the Fatal Frame demo and the third installment in the game… so I have to do my thorough research on it first to get a feel. This story, although won't relate much, I have to say it happened around the 80's… or something… but I know now, I've decided, that the seemingly past-lives of our actors… are of twenty something years apart. You'll be surprised at where I'll take you… muhahahah… twists there… twists here… you'll end up confused, I'm sure. I've decided most of the story during my sickly time, constantly referring to the original game idea and how to relate the use of the camera even more… the only thing I haven't fully decided is the end which will come only maybe next year… depends on the rate of my update. Ah, sorry for that long thing… do enjoy and understand the story more.

A whole-hearted thanks for all of those kind reviewers who even reviewed my long note… always know that you people have a special place in my heart and I'll repay you people (anonymous included, if given their e-mail) with a special secret chapter sometime later… muhahaha. I'll try to fight my kind conscience to put it here as a chapter… I'm cruel, ne? Even if I do, I'll leave out a LOT of things for you non-reviewers to read, hah! And I also believe I'll put a separate prelude for this story after it ends, hopefully it'll get your attention. I'll up the rating once I get a bit…bloodier and… ugh… put in a bit of disturbing contact… take note of that so you won't be lost when it's no longer rated 'T'.

Also one thing… I'll put a sketch for all the characters including the ghosts sometime later when I have time at my DA. I even designed my own version of Camera Obscura! I still haven't drawn most of the other characters though, including modern Kyo. I've practiced with Yuya a lot and Kyo's mother… who I believe is beautifully drawn as a ghost… imagine all those Japanese ghosts with long hair… okay?

Disclaimer: No, none belongs to me except the idea, which I worked very hard to pull together. I will also be owning a few characters though in this story… especially Kyo's mom (hint that it's not any girl from the series, remember that!)

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Hour Eleven - The Jade Eyes

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"Found you…" a hand sneaked up from behind Yuya to grab her neck. Yuya was too shocked to even move as the hand snaked around her neck to firmly set there to choke her. Yuya tried to add pressure to the hand but just as she was trying to do so, she noticed blood. Blood. Blood coming from the hand, which is not an arm as it was just a bloody hand, gripping her neck as tightly as a rope could. Yuya closed her eyes in fear but took a peek a little, hoping the hand would disappear but then, it became a real rope, which pulled her neck back along with her head. Forced, her body lay on her bed and she couldn't move. Her wrists and ankles were now bound with bloody ropes and she saw that she was surrounded by cloaked figures. She just stared in horror as one of the cloaked figures took out a carver and began to cut small shallow wounds on her legs and it hurt like several hundreds of paper cuts inflicted at the same time. Tears welled up in her eyes and the tears itself were scared to come out. The other cloaked figures took out their own set of items, a scythe and a jug. Bending down, the jug holder collected the small amount of blood dripping from the cuts. The one with the scythe just watched it being done, stroking the scythe's sharp blade, patiently waiting for enough blood to be collected before proceeding to do his own task. Yuya's tears finally succumbed to fall from her stinging eyes.

She closed her eyes shut, praying that this was all just a dream. 'But I feel the pain… I feel it! I'm losing my consciousness… please… anyone… help me!' she prayed hard but she still couldn't throw away the fact that she is bleeding to death now and everyone was busy with Kyo. "H-help me… please… have mercy…" she pleaded the hooded figures.

One of them, the carver looked at her, her eyes shadowed under the hood. Yuya felt the carver's eyes burn into hers before she looked away. The carver touched her calf and pinched one of her wounds and Yuya cried out in pain. The carver smiled and finally said, "This is not a dream…"

Yuya fought back by trashing around. "Who said it is?! Leave me alone! What have I done? WHAT?!" she screamed and noticed that not any one of her friends noticed this happening at the next room.

The one who held the scythe instantly placed the blade at her neck, readying to kill her at any time if she should move from her position. Any inch would've severed her. Gulping would end up with death too. "Shush… little girl… the maiden took her fate as it is… and you should too."

Yuya stared at the shadowy face of her offender. 'Where have I heard…? I… I was a maiden in that dream… a maiden of something…' Yuya closed her eyes, thinking hard of what her dream was. 'Who was I…? And why did a lot of people who I know and don't know appear in my dream? Tears…' "Kyo…" she whispered to herself.

"What?" the one with the jug murmured.

Yuya remembered about her nii-sama's pictures. "Nii-sama!" she screamed, piercing her neck with the point of the scythe. It seems to her that it caught her pressure point as her eyes slowly closed, failing her as she collapsed, lifeless.

"We should leave…we have enough blood for now… the Hell Gate will be calmed for a while with her blood. We should let her remember who she was…" the carver suggested as the other two nodded. A clapping sound was heard and all the restraints that were on Yuya disappeared, including her wounds… but her paleness from the loss of blood was clear. She looked like she was now a corpse waiting to be buried. "If we miss the full moon, we might as well die."

"I agree… let's go. I feel her presence."

The silhouettes disappeared as Yuya's closet door slid open and came out crawling out from it was the jade-eyed woman with long flowing brown hair following her form. Leaving blood marks from where she crawled, the woman reached out her thin pale bluish arm to grab Yuya's leg. Suddenly being able to stand straight, she stared at Yuya's lifeless body; her bloody face reflected those of horror movie ghosts. She grabbed Yuya's wrist and pulled her body towards hers in an awkward embrace. She stroked Yuya's blond hair and cried tears of blood. "Help me…" her muffled words came out. "Help me… release me of my pain… of this curse…"

Hearing a party of footsteps approaching Yuya's room, the figure dissipated into a pool of blood, seeping through the floor and gradually disappeared, leaving her bloody kimono on Yuya as Yuya fell on the floor with a loud THUD.

The door opened and shouts were heard when they saw Yuya's body lying on the floor, the kimono on her slowly turning into dust and as it did so, Yuya's body regained its color.

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"…what the hell is happening around here? She was okay when I left her!" Akari muttered, miserable. "Something is definitely wrong, I'm sure!"

"What? Being someone like you, you have that sort of power?" Akira mocked. Akari shot him a deadly glare. "Alright… alright…" Akira motioned to his left and felt something that he was sure he felt before… "Is that your rough hand, Bon?"

"No… you're holding a camera… man, seriously, Akira… get an eyeglass or spectacles or be blind!" Bon shoved the said thing Akira was holding at him. "Here!"

Akira scanned the camera, felt every curve, every edge and then gasped in shock. "This is the Camera Obscura… although a bit different… it feels the same!" Akira gasped breathlessly. "It feels nearly the same as the one I have in the antique shop!" he turned to Akari, "So that's why you wanted to borrow my notes!"

"I told you… you don't listen, do you?" Akari narrowed his eyes but Akira quickly turned away, admiring the camera.

"Are you already blind? Aki-kun?" Kyoshiro babbled about. Everyone shot him a look. "Okay… I'm sorry… sorry!"

"Why don't you go look after Kyo? It's no good that we left him alone you know… especially in this house…" Yukimura suggested. "Even if Keikoku's with him…"

"Whaddya mean about 'especially this house'?" Bon questioned, very, very suspicious. "What do you know that we don't, Sanada?"

Yukimura just stole a glance at Sasuke. "Let him explain…"

Sasuke stepped up from the shadows in which he was playing quietly with his kendama stick. "Well… as far as I know… this house is just plain weird… that's all I know…"

The others annoyingly turned to Yukimura who was whistling happily. "Hey… as long as I'm not gay…"

"What the fuck?" Bon blurted.

"Hey…" a gloomy voice resounded. Everyone turned to look at Keikoku who was seriously bored from waiting alone in Kyo's room. He stared at Yuya's lifeless body. "She's not dead, is she?" getting a 'no-no' from his companions, he continued. "Kyo kept murmuring her name after he collapsed again."

"You mean… after forcing us to come to Yuya's room? After he said she's in danger? Hmph… I wonder how he knew…" Kyoshiro chuckled lightly. "I feel a vibe…"

"Not a lust vibe, is it?"

"Nope… more than like… but not yet love…" Yuki made clear. "It's not clear on how they got to like… they had just met, I mean."

"…Kyo's not the type to like someone so easily… might be in the past life?" Akari playfully said. Akira narrowed his eyes at him. "Hey! Transvestites CAN be psychic!" Akari embraced his body. "These boobs are real!"

"No one said they weren't…" Sasuke butted.

"That's proof I'm psychic!" Akari laughed out loud. He glared at everyone. "You know… Yuya's in quite a deep slumber… I'm actually worried!" Akari huffed.

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Yuya's chest heaved slowly, a sign she's still alive. She was hoping she can't open her eyes anymore. She was frightened inside and out. She nearly bled to death… having weird dreams… of someone who looked like her! And of Kyo too! Well, someone who looked like Kyo… and of her brother… and of that jade eyed woman with the most depressing gaze she's ever seen. It was as if… she was trying to merge with her, make her feel the pain and sadness she's feeling, keeping in her heart… trying to save herself from destroying her soul… Yuya's eyes opened, sadness and confusion evident in them.

She saw a brown haired woman in the middle of a garden, whose hair was tied back with a ribbon, with remnants of her hair hanging down her shoulders. Wearing a white kimono, with the black obi ribbon tied with the butterfly style. Turning around, the woman revealed startling jade eyes, hint of sadness clear. She approached Yuya's immobile body, reaching out her hand and stopped, smiling. "Yuya…" she took another step towards Yuya.

Yuya stepped away. "…who the hell are you?"

The woman hid her eyes behind her hair. "…Me? I'm called Yuya."

Yuya's eyes widened as the surrounding around her became distorted. Feeling as if her surrounding was ripped away harshly by thousands of hands. It felt like she was in a reel of film, the film being cut bit by bit… her garden view suddenly changed into a grey room, blood all over. "What the hell…?" her voice came out groggy. Her throat tightened and she gasped for breath. From out of nowhere, the woman appeared at the centre of the room, her hands all bloody.

"I hate you… I hate everyone for doing this to me… I hate you Kyo…I hate you…" she muttered, her voice cracking with every word uttered. The woman who called herself 'Yuya' turned to stare at Yuya. "Disappear."

Without warning, Yuya was trapped in a whirlpool of monochrome memories. Screaming can be heard, pulsing through her ears, nearly destroying her eardrums. Laughter filled her ears now, crying… harsh talking… moaning… Yuya was scared, so scared she hoped she wakes up from this terrible dream or something as quickly as she can. Pooling in her chest were the heaviest feeling of regret and hatred towards someone she doesn't even know… she clutched her top tightly, nearly ripping it off.

"Please… let me be…" she pleaded quietly before everything blacked out.

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"Kyo! Kyo, please just rest!" a voice shouted, pleading the said name to stop forcing his weak body to walk. "Kyo… Yuya's fine!"

"Not from where I saw her!" he retaliated.

Yuya's eyes fluttered open and she was surprised to see the jade eyed woman on top of her, eyes staring at eyes. She quickly closed her eyes, muttering prayers. Her door was opened forcefully and she quickly opened her eyes to see Kyo, looking as sexy as ever… minus his not so clean cut at his chin, although… it did add character…

Yuya turned her eyes to check if the jade eyes were still staring at her. She was gone. Yuya slowly forced herself to sit up as Kyo paced towards her. Settling his bodyweight on his ass, he sat on her bed, yanking her wrist and pulling her to him as he knocked their heads together.

"OW!" Yuya cried in pain. Kyo kept silent.

"You don't have a fever…" Kyo said, relief nearly evident in his tone. Yuya pulled back, massaging her temple. "Did that hurt?"

"If it didn't, I wouldn't say 'OW!'! And I never said I have a fever…" she glared at him, quite relieved that he was okay, with his arrogant-ness intact. She allowed herself the luxury to smile a bit as Kyo smirked at her. Her cheekbones hurt and hell, she doesn't know why it's so! "Are you okay, Kyo?"

Kyo was surprised at her question but answered it simply with a 'yeah'. Yuya nodded and noticed that her brother's camera disappeared. She frantically searched for it but it wasn't on the bed.

"What are you doing?"

She whispered to him, as Akari was present, looking quite worried about Kyo. She didn't want him to worry about her too much. "The camera is gone…"

"The camera?"

"Camera Obscura…" she increased her voice by a bit and it caught Akari's attention.

"Yuya-hon, I know about it, it's with Akira… he's observing it…" Akari informed. Yuya looked at her, shocked.

"Oh…" Yuya smiled. "It's kind of busted…"

"Did you bust it?" Kyo raised an eyebrow.

"NO!"

"Fine…"

She remembered about the photos. She motioned for Akari to leave the room so that she and Kyo could talk in private. Akari just had to obey since Kyo shot him a glare when he refused. Yuya searched for the photos taken not so long before and once she found them, she shoved it to Kyo. "It freaked me out…" she honestly said.

Kyo took it and raised his brows. "Funny… you took them?"

"No… it automatically took them by itself…" she explained what happened before she was tortured. She explained everything before the torture, minus her dreams of being a maiden that wasn't supposed to be her, and the presence of him, yearning for her in the dream. The dream involved huge amounts of pain and emotions Yuya herself was sure, she will never feel if she stayed at where she grew up and never have left for Japan. She was doing fine, really, she even dyed her hair so she was like almost all the other girls… she had a sense of insecurity though, because she was sure that she wasn't what she's playing herself to be. Her hatred towards her brother turned to regret when she heard of his death. Now, the only thing that was left of him on her is the camera and also one item she hadn't bothered wearing for a while, the only gift he gave her, on her twelfth birthday, a pinwheel shaped necklace that she stashed in her jewelry box sometime after he left her for work. Oh, how Yuya wished she could still hug her brother and say she's sorry… but it was too late. The only thing that she has now in her possession were the photos of him and a certain disturbing jade eyed woman… who just nearly looked like her. That disturbed her the most plus their names were the same… although it might not be her real name… her thoughts were disturbed by Kyo's words.

"Those three were back to get you?" he asked her, nodding, remembering his encounter with them before he fainted.

"You saw them before?" Yuya worriedly questioned.

"…you're okay now, right?" he asked as he scanned her body for any signs of cuts. She was clean. He massaged her right shoulder as if to soothe her nerves. Yuya just stared at him as he did so.

"Do you think we've got ourselves involved with… something we shouldn't have? A lot of things happened… after we visited that house… after I got the camera… after I took the picture of Hotaru!" Yuya broke down crying. "I can't take this! I want my questions answered!"

Kyo just watched her cry. He gripped her shoulder tightly before soothing her with his words filled with assurance. "We'll get through this… I'm Kyo, remember? I always get through things… with my own way…"

Yuya punched his shoulder, smiling. "Stop being so full of yourself, you ass!"

"We'll get by, I'm sure."

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A/N: I'm sure you liked this… it's not as scary as before… since I finished writing this at nearly eleven in the night… I wanted to update it to ff. net soon, but I edited more, just to make it more interesting and long, I bet this is the longest for this story I've ever done, minus my rambling… muhahah… please R&R coz it shows you care… and I wrote this even though I know I won't stand a chance against exams… I have to work really hard, really… but I just want to end my school life and work… blah! PLEASE SEND ME TO JAPAN NOW!!! And also one thing, dears… the next update would be of the characters but hopefully, I'd stall it until the end, coz it'll spoil some info… as to how some ghosts died.