A/N: I'm sorry it took me about a month to post the next chapter. I had
writer's block and I STILL have writer's block. If there were anyway that
you would be able to give me information (i.e. who is your favorite
Character? What scene would you wish to see, or idea?). I've been troubled
too by having too many homework. I guess I can't post quick as possible
because I have to remain the best of the class year. I'm sorry if this
chapter doesn't cut to the biggest potential of the ones before. Like I
said, I STILL have writer's block.
A/N2: Oh, for the pictures, I would need addresses posted to me. I'll try my best to look them up, but please email me to be easier at Unknown_phantom888@yahoo.com
And now, on with the show. ======= The mirror's terrifying precognition gave horror in Soujiro's heart. He clasped the object in his hand, trying his best not to angle it to Nagi, whose heart might be even more severed if she saw the images. The torn head of the child lying on the floor was of plain murder, not death, but it appears to be deep. For there, there he saw the body of two people covered in blood.
THE WANDERER'S EYES
(Chapter 19: Fact of Life and Death)
"Sou-kun?" Nagi inquired, "What's wrong?"
He managed to stutter a lie, "Oh. I-It's just n-nothing. I-I."
His nervous voice can be depicted easily. He was afraid. He was afraid that he'd lose someone he grew so close to. Yes, it had only been months and he had no relation with Soushi whatsoever. He felt as if he was crushed by the fact that his main friend in the campus (A/N: It's a dojo, but I prefer to call it campus) had been long dead. He was also filled with much emotion, for he felt two new things he had been warned of. It was the feeling of Love and the feeling of Pity.
"You're not telling me something I ought to know, are you not? Please, hand it to me."
The trembling, cold hands of the dead girl stretched towards his hands. He pulled away, as if he didn't want to be touched. It was as if he was avoiding a leper, that he knew he will be like one too if touched. He resisted.
She frowned, with her hands clawing her hair as she had before when he reminded her of Sai, a dear friend. The images, from the corner of his eye, were still the same morbid one. The fearful sort of image he wish not to see, but his eyes would not peer away from them. It was too familiar. It was too personal.
The mirror was a big clue for him. However at that moment, he had forgotten what it was that he wanted to know. Now, he organized his thoughts.
"What is it that I wanted to know for my own?" He pondered, ignoring his friend who looked at him strangely, "I believe it was that I wanted to know who killed some of the patients in this place. The murder that did not seem to be murder and neither was it plainly death. I sense something too. Something is bound to happen any moment. I bear it in my soul. A use, I have a gift."
"What is the matter with you, Sou-kun?" exclaimed a voice. It was that of Taro's.
Soujiro did not notice him, and again, Taro beckoned, "What is the matter with you, Sou-kun? Also, why is it soo undeniably cold here?" He leaped to his ally's side as if he were a fellow soldier in battle helping a friend.
The statement grew in Soujiro's head and he neglected the fact that Nagi was not alive in Taro's eyes, "Please, leave me be. Go talk to Nagi over there."
Nagi smirked. She had wiped off the pitiful expression on her face. Taro shook his head around, scanning for anyone there.
"What do you mean? Nagi who?"
"You know her. Nagi Tomochi."
Taro stepped back, shocked with the devastating remark he faced. It was inevitable to hear that name from him, "She's dead, my friend. You are mistaken. Would you care to lie down?"
That was the only time that Soujiro noticed what he had said. He gave a fake roar of laughter, and as to not embarrass himself, Taro laughed too. He did not know why, but he just did.
Nagi, the invisible force that remains in the room, stood up and smiled. It was not a sincere smile and Soujiro had only seen it once. It was when he first met her, he was sure.
"My friend. How long has it been? ." She whispered in his ear, having her freezing breath make way by his neck. Chills ran up to his skin and his hair seemed to standup. Taro felt terrified, but it does not seem that he understood what had just happened.
"Did you?" He stammered, "I'I mean, did you just feel that? I h-heard something and I even f-f-feel more cold. Has this been happening to you?"
Soujiro knew at that moment. Nagi's eyes reflected the mischievous thoughts she once had. He remembered every trait she had: skeptical, cynic and uncomprehended. You cannot merely read her actions.
Her hands held part of his hair. It was soft and wet. Soujiro did not warn Taro of anything and didn't care to answer his question. He was rather too preoccupied at what her plan was.
"That's it! I think I'll rather go out," He muttered, "This is just too bizarre!"
In an instant, he departed the odd room and went in his own business. Nagi chuckled with delight, and while Soujiro was preoccupied, she was able to grab hold of the precious mirror that she had been dying, not literally, to see.
"I see nothing, but it was a delight to be able to get him raged again! He had always been peeved of me!" Her fingers ran through the delicate, smooth surface of the object. Her fingers made marks of mist, and it was more likely that she was dead. It was, after all, a fact that ghosts never had a reflection. Even in the mirror that shows you something different, her reflection was unseen. Even to herself.
"I miss being alive," She sighed, "I-I had a complexion once and I can also see my own face on these. Now." She bent her head down, "Now, I can't even use the handle of the door to enter a room or to be able to hold something without this mist or my clumsiness on them."
Soujiro tried to enlighten his friend, "Don't be sad, Nagi-chan. Don't be sad. Why, I envisage you that you can fly or levitate!"
Her head, which was bigger than her body, bent lower as if she didn't understand what he had explained. Soujiro, at the thought of her knowing this, continued:
"I too, for once, have heard that the spirits of the dead can be invisible as they like. You have done an excellent job of that! I'm also sure you can still hear very well of my thoughts. I hear ghosts are mind- readers."
Her face didn't change one bit. She felt that she was being mocked, for she knew nothing of what he meant. However, she did say something to ease his looking for more encouraging words, "Sou-kun, you have said enough. Please, I don't want to hear any more of it. I just wish that I were human again. Then, I can make my brother happier. I could also have made other people here, like Gyen and Taro-kun, a bite less pained of their past. If I were alive right now, I could have looked at you straight in the eye like this-" She looked at him in a very different way. Her lips weren't formed to be angst or smiling, but of a neutral character.
"If I were alive, I could have had my hand with yours-" She, then, placed her hands on his. He felt her freezing hands and they became more and more cold as the seconds passed by without notice.
"If I were alive, I could-"
Soujiro interrupted her before she had done anything else, "If you were alive."
"Yes?" She engaged a question, with a bitter and cold gaze.
"If you were alive, I could have had my lips feel your sorrow as they touch yours; and then I'll know that you, that you. That you are mine."
His lips were already close to hers and she hadn't pulled away nor pushed forward. His other hand wrapped behind her to her back and his eyes closed immediately.
"You. If you were only alive, I."
His words remained in the air that they breathed in. Her eyes widened with sadness.
A/N: To know what he was saying and what had just happened, please read the next chapter. I'm trying to make the story a little bit more suspending and mysterious.
A/N2: Oh, for the pictures, I would need addresses posted to me. I'll try my best to look them up, but please email me to be easier at Unknown_phantom888@yahoo.com
And now, on with the show. ======= The mirror's terrifying precognition gave horror in Soujiro's heart. He clasped the object in his hand, trying his best not to angle it to Nagi, whose heart might be even more severed if she saw the images. The torn head of the child lying on the floor was of plain murder, not death, but it appears to be deep. For there, there he saw the body of two people covered in blood.
THE WANDERER'S EYES
(Chapter 19: Fact of Life and Death)
"Sou-kun?" Nagi inquired, "What's wrong?"
He managed to stutter a lie, "Oh. I-It's just n-nothing. I-I."
His nervous voice can be depicted easily. He was afraid. He was afraid that he'd lose someone he grew so close to. Yes, it had only been months and he had no relation with Soushi whatsoever. He felt as if he was crushed by the fact that his main friend in the campus (A/N: It's a dojo, but I prefer to call it campus) had been long dead. He was also filled with much emotion, for he felt two new things he had been warned of. It was the feeling of Love and the feeling of Pity.
"You're not telling me something I ought to know, are you not? Please, hand it to me."
The trembling, cold hands of the dead girl stretched towards his hands. He pulled away, as if he didn't want to be touched. It was as if he was avoiding a leper, that he knew he will be like one too if touched. He resisted.
She frowned, with her hands clawing her hair as she had before when he reminded her of Sai, a dear friend. The images, from the corner of his eye, were still the same morbid one. The fearful sort of image he wish not to see, but his eyes would not peer away from them. It was too familiar. It was too personal.
The mirror was a big clue for him. However at that moment, he had forgotten what it was that he wanted to know. Now, he organized his thoughts.
"What is it that I wanted to know for my own?" He pondered, ignoring his friend who looked at him strangely, "I believe it was that I wanted to know who killed some of the patients in this place. The murder that did not seem to be murder and neither was it plainly death. I sense something too. Something is bound to happen any moment. I bear it in my soul. A use, I have a gift."
"What is the matter with you, Sou-kun?" exclaimed a voice. It was that of Taro's.
Soujiro did not notice him, and again, Taro beckoned, "What is the matter with you, Sou-kun? Also, why is it soo undeniably cold here?" He leaped to his ally's side as if he were a fellow soldier in battle helping a friend.
The statement grew in Soujiro's head and he neglected the fact that Nagi was not alive in Taro's eyes, "Please, leave me be. Go talk to Nagi over there."
Nagi smirked. She had wiped off the pitiful expression on her face. Taro shook his head around, scanning for anyone there.
"What do you mean? Nagi who?"
"You know her. Nagi Tomochi."
Taro stepped back, shocked with the devastating remark he faced. It was inevitable to hear that name from him, "She's dead, my friend. You are mistaken. Would you care to lie down?"
That was the only time that Soujiro noticed what he had said. He gave a fake roar of laughter, and as to not embarrass himself, Taro laughed too. He did not know why, but he just did.
Nagi, the invisible force that remains in the room, stood up and smiled. It was not a sincere smile and Soujiro had only seen it once. It was when he first met her, he was sure.
"My friend. How long has it been? ." She whispered in his ear, having her freezing breath make way by his neck. Chills ran up to his skin and his hair seemed to standup. Taro felt terrified, but it does not seem that he understood what had just happened.
"Did you?" He stammered, "I'I mean, did you just feel that? I h-heard something and I even f-f-feel more cold. Has this been happening to you?"
Soujiro knew at that moment. Nagi's eyes reflected the mischievous thoughts she once had. He remembered every trait she had: skeptical, cynic and uncomprehended. You cannot merely read her actions.
Her hands held part of his hair. It was soft and wet. Soujiro did not warn Taro of anything and didn't care to answer his question. He was rather too preoccupied at what her plan was.
"That's it! I think I'll rather go out," He muttered, "This is just too bizarre!"
In an instant, he departed the odd room and went in his own business. Nagi chuckled with delight, and while Soujiro was preoccupied, she was able to grab hold of the precious mirror that she had been dying, not literally, to see.
"I see nothing, but it was a delight to be able to get him raged again! He had always been peeved of me!" Her fingers ran through the delicate, smooth surface of the object. Her fingers made marks of mist, and it was more likely that she was dead. It was, after all, a fact that ghosts never had a reflection. Even in the mirror that shows you something different, her reflection was unseen. Even to herself.
"I miss being alive," She sighed, "I-I had a complexion once and I can also see my own face on these. Now." She bent her head down, "Now, I can't even use the handle of the door to enter a room or to be able to hold something without this mist or my clumsiness on them."
Soujiro tried to enlighten his friend, "Don't be sad, Nagi-chan. Don't be sad. Why, I envisage you that you can fly or levitate!"
Her head, which was bigger than her body, bent lower as if she didn't understand what he had explained. Soujiro, at the thought of her knowing this, continued:
"I too, for once, have heard that the spirits of the dead can be invisible as they like. You have done an excellent job of that! I'm also sure you can still hear very well of my thoughts. I hear ghosts are mind- readers."
Her face didn't change one bit. She felt that she was being mocked, for she knew nothing of what he meant. However, she did say something to ease his looking for more encouraging words, "Sou-kun, you have said enough. Please, I don't want to hear any more of it. I just wish that I were human again. Then, I can make my brother happier. I could also have made other people here, like Gyen and Taro-kun, a bite less pained of their past. If I were alive right now, I could have looked at you straight in the eye like this-" She looked at him in a very different way. Her lips weren't formed to be angst or smiling, but of a neutral character.
"If I were alive, I could have had my hand with yours-" She, then, placed her hands on his. He felt her freezing hands and they became more and more cold as the seconds passed by without notice.
"If I were alive, I could-"
Soujiro interrupted her before she had done anything else, "If you were alive."
"Yes?" She engaged a question, with a bitter and cold gaze.
"If you were alive, I could have had my lips feel your sorrow as they touch yours; and then I'll know that you, that you. That you are mine."
His lips were already close to hers and she hadn't pulled away nor pushed forward. His other hand wrapped behind her to her back and his eyes closed immediately.
"You. If you were only alive, I."
His words remained in the air that they breathed in. Her eyes widened with sadness.
A/N: To know what he was saying and what had just happened, please read the next chapter. I'm trying to make the story a little bit more suspending and mysterious.