This one is a little slow, but necessary, sorry no creepiness, but there's
cat/ghost interaction.
JML- true, but I don't find Halloween creepy; have too much fun that day.
To my friends and I it's kind of like a weird little Christmas.
Kard- Sprite's a she, and she is cool, although a little crazy sometimes.
Chiruken- I have lots of typos, mainly because I don't reread to edit. If
I do the OCD part of my personality kicks in and the story doesn't seem
good enough so I delete it, either that or I start typing before the
thought fully forms.
Shojin- Do you really.. *grins evilly* We'll see what happens.
FADE
Chill wind blew through the old streets; it's wisps chasing Kaoru's footsteps over the cobblestone. Ahead loomed blackened stone, she had herd that once the stones were white but a fire over a century ago had blackened them. Pausing she started up at the building, and stained glass looked back with colorfully empty eyes. Sighing she started up the steps. After the incident last night she decided to take action against the apartment, and being a child of the twentieth century she had seen enough movies to know that the Church had plenty of experience in dealing with such things.
Kaoru paused outside heavy wooden doors, their worn surface almost foreboding instead of welcoming. She had never been religious, but remembered her parents taking her to church when she was a child. Then it had seemed a welcoming place, peaceful and friendly; but that was a different building with different people. Taking a deep breath she pushed against she doors, finding them more easily opened than she would have imagined. Her footsteps echoed through vaulted ceilings, the wooden floors cold in their resounding staccato clicks as she walked. She looked up, the front of the church a masochistic romance of self-sacrifice; and for a moment the sorrow overwhelmed her. Adverting her eyes from the carved figures she looked for the classically black clad figure, becoming easily distracted by the stained glass scenes set into the walls.
"Excuse me child." An old voice came from behind her, its tones soothing in tones reminiscent of calmer times and a grandfather's comfort.
Startled she turned around, coming face to face with the classically old man. Unimposing brown eyes, gray hair and a welcoming smile. At that moment the cold wood and empty stain glass eyes seemed friendly.
"Hello," she smiled at him, feeling suddenly like a child frightened by silly nightmares. Taking a deep breath Kaoru looked down, almost ashamed of her next words. "I. . .I didn't know where to start, so I. . ." A sigh fell from her lips as she fought to get the words right, find a way of forming them so that it didn't sound so silly. After a moments pause, the words just came as the stress finally broke down. "I. . .there's something in my apartment, I have nightmares, hear noise, see writing on the walls. . .I. . ." Hearing the words as they poured out brought realization to her mind, and through the rambling disjointed thoughts the priest just listened, waiting for her to finish. When she finally calmed he was silent for a few moments, before speaking.
"I don't know what I can do, my child. But I believe I know some one who can help you. Would you mind waiting here for a few minutes."
"No, I don't mind." Kaoru spoke slowly, sliding down into one of the pews. She wasn't left alone long, and the time was easily passed by listening to the comfortable silence. Somewhere in the vastness of statues and saint's pictures voices reached her, their hushed tones growing closer with each step. She turned, blue eyes searching the back of the church. The figure of the old priest moved confidently up the isle, but her eyes stopped on the figure beside him. If it weren't for the uniform she would never have expected him to be a priest. He was slightly taller than the older man (aprox 5'10"), his skin pale like the stone of the statues only a light pink brush of pigment under the surface hinted to life. Blinking her eyes focused on him again, thinking that light and her eyes played games on her mind, but long strands of red hair still framed a delicate face. Fearing her dreams she searched his eyes, breath caught in her throat as something half remembered triggered instinct, but instead of a demon's yellow she found accepting violet. As if on command she rose to her feet, her blue eyes searching the delicate face as inside she despaired, and the white square of his collar mocking her with its symbolism. Shaking her head in an effort to forget the initial reaction, the sweet pain of an obsession never let to bloom beet with her blood through her heart. This meeting was one she would remember, a sting of loss before ever having, and a million dreams of 'what if. . ?'
The old priest was talking to her, but the words were simply sound that floated in wisps and tones to her, never a real word. Blinking out of the daze she looked up at him, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Smiling an understanding smile as though he knew where her mind was, the older priest continued. "This is Father Himura, he may be able to help you, if you wouldn't mind telling him your story."
Kaoru nodding, sighing as a new nervousness welled up inside her. He would think her crazy, and although he was nothing but the scent of the unattainable, she couldn't bare him thinking that of her. When she looked up she met smiling violet eyes, reassuring in their honesty.
"Miss," and he spoke and his voice was light and soft, not the deep huskiness her mind pictured, but instead a higher note that exuded a protective cheerfulness. "Perhaps you would feel more comfortable talking else where. There is a small kitchen downstairs, maybe some tea would calm you."
"Kaoru, . . .my name is Kaoru Kimiya." She spoke carefully, nodding her consent to the priest.
Kaoru's blue eyes watched him carefully, her blue eyes almost terrified of his reaction, but a half smile made her relax, leaning carefully back in the chair. Tentatively she raised the teacup to her lips, watching him over its brim. After she had finished her story he had sat in silence, violet eyes distant in contemplation. As the minutes dragged on Kaoru's mind began to wander, her nervous thoughts giving way to analyzing the man before her.
"Father. . .Himura?" She whispered, choking out the 'Father' part ~It feels so weird calling some one I could date Father. Gah! Kaoru, you can't think like that~ Her mind broke in chiding enough to bring a slight blush to her cheeks. Smiling slightly to cover up her thoughts, "may I ask why you became a priest?"
Violet eyes met hers, their soft depths sparkling with amusement. "I was raised by the Church, orphaned at a young age." He shrugged, the careless movement made comical by the black robe. "I suppose it was because I have never known anything else, God doesn't care who your family was or where you were from. The Church offered me the family I had never known, this is the way I choose to repay that kindness. Perhaps one day I will be able to do for some one what Father Daniels had done for me."
Kaoru couldn't help but smile, the wisdom found in his innocent manner comforting. "Father Daniels is the priest I met before?"
"Yes." The smile on his face darkened though, the conversation drifting towards the business at hand. "If you do not mind I would like to see this place you speak of." Violet eyes met hers for a moment, the look lingering for a moment longer than it should have. But the moment was gone and he had looked away, leaving a confused Kaoru stammering out her answer.
"N. . .No, I don't mind. . ."
"Tomorrow then," he rose to escort her back up the steps. Vainly Kaoru tried to rekindle the contact their eyes had made, but in the end was met with a polite good-bye and their cheerful mask.
Walking down the steps, Kaoru paused to turn and look back at the blackened stone building. Before it had been foreboding but now in the partially clouded winter sky it seemed almost welcoming. Smiling for the first time in days, she turned towards the apartment, the setting sun giving her hope for another day.
***Poltergeists and Cats*** From the shadows of forgotten corners yellow eyes glared angrily at the black and brown creature that dared defy it. Light brown eyes seemed to torment the ghost's attempts with their nature arrogant curiosity. Earlier he had tried everything from noises to the out right assault of throwing a pillow at the annoying little beast. To the first it responded by yawning, stretching, and curling back up in a contented ball. To the second attempt it batted at the pillow that landed just short of disturbing it, and went back to sleeping in its patch of afternoon sunlight. The sunlight that vexed him with it's blinding rays, weakening his attempts and mocking his anger much like the cat did. Raging the yellow eyes shadow lurked in the corner glaring at the sleeping animal. Oh, he had tried closing curtains and blinds, but the cat managed to now have found a western window with neither covering its surface. And even in those brief moments where the cat had to walk unguarded across the floor it paid no heed to shadows, noises, bleeding walls, or large objects flying at its head; those the creature merely side-stepped, almost as though it thought the ghost was playing. So now he watched this thing named "Sprite" as it slept comfortable despite his rage. Scaring people was one thing, but a cat was a completely different, and far more difficult, matter.
And now..NOW it had the audacity to purr at him! Raging yellow eyes burned at his tormenter.
A/N- I know Poltergeists are not technically ghosts, or anything with a conscious method, but it sounded good.
FADE
Chill wind blew through the old streets; it's wisps chasing Kaoru's footsteps over the cobblestone. Ahead loomed blackened stone, she had herd that once the stones were white but a fire over a century ago had blackened them. Pausing she started up at the building, and stained glass looked back with colorfully empty eyes. Sighing she started up the steps. After the incident last night she decided to take action against the apartment, and being a child of the twentieth century she had seen enough movies to know that the Church had plenty of experience in dealing with such things.
Kaoru paused outside heavy wooden doors, their worn surface almost foreboding instead of welcoming. She had never been religious, but remembered her parents taking her to church when she was a child. Then it had seemed a welcoming place, peaceful and friendly; but that was a different building with different people. Taking a deep breath she pushed against she doors, finding them more easily opened than she would have imagined. Her footsteps echoed through vaulted ceilings, the wooden floors cold in their resounding staccato clicks as she walked. She looked up, the front of the church a masochistic romance of self-sacrifice; and for a moment the sorrow overwhelmed her. Adverting her eyes from the carved figures she looked for the classically black clad figure, becoming easily distracted by the stained glass scenes set into the walls.
"Excuse me child." An old voice came from behind her, its tones soothing in tones reminiscent of calmer times and a grandfather's comfort.
Startled she turned around, coming face to face with the classically old man. Unimposing brown eyes, gray hair and a welcoming smile. At that moment the cold wood and empty stain glass eyes seemed friendly.
"Hello," she smiled at him, feeling suddenly like a child frightened by silly nightmares. Taking a deep breath Kaoru looked down, almost ashamed of her next words. "I. . .I didn't know where to start, so I. . ." A sigh fell from her lips as she fought to get the words right, find a way of forming them so that it didn't sound so silly. After a moments pause, the words just came as the stress finally broke down. "I. . .there's something in my apartment, I have nightmares, hear noise, see writing on the walls. . .I. . ." Hearing the words as they poured out brought realization to her mind, and through the rambling disjointed thoughts the priest just listened, waiting for her to finish. When she finally calmed he was silent for a few moments, before speaking.
"I don't know what I can do, my child. But I believe I know some one who can help you. Would you mind waiting here for a few minutes."
"No, I don't mind." Kaoru spoke slowly, sliding down into one of the pews. She wasn't left alone long, and the time was easily passed by listening to the comfortable silence. Somewhere in the vastness of statues and saint's pictures voices reached her, their hushed tones growing closer with each step. She turned, blue eyes searching the back of the church. The figure of the old priest moved confidently up the isle, but her eyes stopped on the figure beside him. If it weren't for the uniform she would never have expected him to be a priest. He was slightly taller than the older man (aprox 5'10"), his skin pale like the stone of the statues only a light pink brush of pigment under the surface hinted to life. Blinking her eyes focused on him again, thinking that light and her eyes played games on her mind, but long strands of red hair still framed a delicate face. Fearing her dreams she searched his eyes, breath caught in her throat as something half remembered triggered instinct, but instead of a demon's yellow she found accepting violet. As if on command she rose to her feet, her blue eyes searching the delicate face as inside she despaired, and the white square of his collar mocking her with its symbolism. Shaking her head in an effort to forget the initial reaction, the sweet pain of an obsession never let to bloom beet with her blood through her heart. This meeting was one she would remember, a sting of loss before ever having, and a million dreams of 'what if. . ?'
The old priest was talking to her, but the words were simply sound that floated in wisps and tones to her, never a real word. Blinking out of the daze she looked up at him, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Smiling an understanding smile as though he knew where her mind was, the older priest continued. "This is Father Himura, he may be able to help you, if you wouldn't mind telling him your story."
Kaoru nodding, sighing as a new nervousness welled up inside her. He would think her crazy, and although he was nothing but the scent of the unattainable, she couldn't bare him thinking that of her. When she looked up she met smiling violet eyes, reassuring in their honesty.
"Miss," and he spoke and his voice was light and soft, not the deep huskiness her mind pictured, but instead a higher note that exuded a protective cheerfulness. "Perhaps you would feel more comfortable talking else where. There is a small kitchen downstairs, maybe some tea would calm you."
"Kaoru, . . .my name is Kaoru Kimiya." She spoke carefully, nodding her consent to the priest.
Kaoru's blue eyes watched him carefully, her blue eyes almost terrified of his reaction, but a half smile made her relax, leaning carefully back in the chair. Tentatively she raised the teacup to her lips, watching him over its brim. After she had finished her story he had sat in silence, violet eyes distant in contemplation. As the minutes dragged on Kaoru's mind began to wander, her nervous thoughts giving way to analyzing the man before her.
"Father. . .Himura?" She whispered, choking out the 'Father' part ~It feels so weird calling some one I could date Father. Gah! Kaoru, you can't think like that~ Her mind broke in chiding enough to bring a slight blush to her cheeks. Smiling slightly to cover up her thoughts, "may I ask why you became a priest?"
Violet eyes met hers, their soft depths sparkling with amusement. "I was raised by the Church, orphaned at a young age." He shrugged, the careless movement made comical by the black robe. "I suppose it was because I have never known anything else, God doesn't care who your family was or where you were from. The Church offered me the family I had never known, this is the way I choose to repay that kindness. Perhaps one day I will be able to do for some one what Father Daniels had done for me."
Kaoru couldn't help but smile, the wisdom found in his innocent manner comforting. "Father Daniels is the priest I met before?"
"Yes." The smile on his face darkened though, the conversation drifting towards the business at hand. "If you do not mind I would like to see this place you speak of." Violet eyes met hers for a moment, the look lingering for a moment longer than it should have. But the moment was gone and he had looked away, leaving a confused Kaoru stammering out her answer.
"N. . .No, I don't mind. . ."
"Tomorrow then," he rose to escort her back up the steps. Vainly Kaoru tried to rekindle the contact their eyes had made, but in the end was met with a polite good-bye and their cheerful mask.
Walking down the steps, Kaoru paused to turn and look back at the blackened stone building. Before it had been foreboding but now in the partially clouded winter sky it seemed almost welcoming. Smiling for the first time in days, she turned towards the apartment, the setting sun giving her hope for another day.
***Poltergeists and Cats*** From the shadows of forgotten corners yellow eyes glared angrily at the black and brown creature that dared defy it. Light brown eyes seemed to torment the ghost's attempts with their nature arrogant curiosity. Earlier he had tried everything from noises to the out right assault of throwing a pillow at the annoying little beast. To the first it responded by yawning, stretching, and curling back up in a contented ball. To the second attempt it batted at the pillow that landed just short of disturbing it, and went back to sleeping in its patch of afternoon sunlight. The sunlight that vexed him with it's blinding rays, weakening his attempts and mocking his anger much like the cat did. Raging the yellow eyes shadow lurked in the corner glaring at the sleeping animal. Oh, he had tried closing curtains and blinds, but the cat managed to now have found a western window with neither covering its surface. And even in those brief moments where the cat had to walk unguarded across the floor it paid no heed to shadows, noises, bleeding walls, or large objects flying at its head; those the creature merely side-stepped, almost as though it thought the ghost was playing. So now he watched this thing named "Sprite" as it slept comfortable despite his rage. Scaring people was one thing, but a cat was a completely different, and far more difficult, matter.
And now..NOW it had the audacity to purr at him! Raging yellow eyes burned at his tormenter.
A/N- I know Poltergeists are not technically ghosts, or anything with a conscious method, but it sounded good.