Author's Note- Thanks for the great reviews, I'll be leaving soon and be
back sometime Sunday night, so let's just see how many chapters we can get
up. No Maddison today, so we'll see how we do. Wish me luck! ^^. Oh, and
please don't forget I WOULD REALLY LIKE THEN NAMES OF SYAORAN'S SISTERS.
Thanks.
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October Chill
By: Cobalt-eyedAngel
At home Sakura started to tell her father and brother about what had happened-several times she started, then couldn't find the right words.
Finally she blurted it out as they sat watching some inane game show on TV. The TV was always on lately. Nobody liked the silence anymore. In the middle of the game's final round, Sakura said, "I met a ghost today."
She saw her brother stiffen, but her father went for playing it light. "Oh, yes?" he asked. "Worked the Octagon House?" The Octagon House was the only building in the museum reported to be haunted-and those reports were seriously frowned upon by the management. Still, those who worked there insisted that tools would disappear only to be relocated the following day. Sakura had always found it hard to understand why someone would cross the boundary between life and death just to borrow a carpenter's plumb or to play hide-and-seek with Eunice Goungo's reading glasses.
"I was at the tavern," she told him. She'd been assigned there regularly since early summer.
"Ah! More and more interesting. Some bold pirate, come to dig up his treasure from under the barroom floor?" He ran his fingers up and down her arm to simulate goose bumps.
She didn't like being tickled. Hadn't since she'd been about five. Surely after all these years he must have noticed. But in many ways her father and brother seemed to be trying to go back to the more carefree time of her childhood, presenting her with gifts of stuffed animals and talking to her as though she were barely able to reason. She folded her arms across her chest. "Pirates in Tiluke Spa?" she asked.
"Hmm. Maybe a more recent ghost. Got it. That old lady who choked on the cider last month. She only seemed to recover but went home and died." Sakura's brother, Touya, looked ready to strangle him, but he was apparently oblivious. He finished, "And now she's come back to haunt you because it's all your fault."
"Not funny," Her brother said between clenched teeth. Did she think she was a ventriloquist, Sakura wondered, and that they wouldn't be able to guess who had spoken even though there was only three of them in the room?
"It wasn't a little lady," Sakura said. "It was a young man from seventeen seventy-five."
Touya glared at the thought of a young man talking to his sister, ghost or not.
"Can't be that young," her father reasoned. "If he's from seventeen seventy- five, he's got to be at least two hundred and twenty five years old."
"He only looked about seventeen or eighteen," Sakura said.
Her brother got up and walked out of the room.
"What?" Her father called his son.
"Unresolved issues," Sakura said. 'Unresolved issues' was one of the support group's favorite terms. She got up, too, but headed in the opposite direction.
"What'd I say?" Her father called after her.
On TV the people from the show were waving to the camera as the closing music played.
"I never know what to say anymore," Her father complained to the screen.
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Author's Note- Yeah, I know. It's short, sorry. R&R!!
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October Chill
By: Cobalt-eyedAngel
At home Sakura started to tell her father and brother about what had happened-several times she started, then couldn't find the right words.
Finally she blurted it out as they sat watching some inane game show on TV. The TV was always on lately. Nobody liked the silence anymore. In the middle of the game's final round, Sakura said, "I met a ghost today."
She saw her brother stiffen, but her father went for playing it light. "Oh, yes?" he asked. "Worked the Octagon House?" The Octagon House was the only building in the museum reported to be haunted-and those reports were seriously frowned upon by the management. Still, those who worked there insisted that tools would disappear only to be relocated the following day. Sakura had always found it hard to understand why someone would cross the boundary between life and death just to borrow a carpenter's plumb or to play hide-and-seek with Eunice Goungo's reading glasses.
"I was at the tavern," she told him. She'd been assigned there regularly since early summer.
"Ah! More and more interesting. Some bold pirate, come to dig up his treasure from under the barroom floor?" He ran his fingers up and down her arm to simulate goose bumps.
She didn't like being tickled. Hadn't since she'd been about five. Surely after all these years he must have noticed. But in many ways her father and brother seemed to be trying to go back to the more carefree time of her childhood, presenting her with gifts of stuffed animals and talking to her as though she were barely able to reason. She folded her arms across her chest. "Pirates in Tiluke Spa?" she asked.
"Hmm. Maybe a more recent ghost. Got it. That old lady who choked on the cider last month. She only seemed to recover but went home and died." Sakura's brother, Touya, looked ready to strangle him, but he was apparently oblivious. He finished, "And now she's come back to haunt you because it's all your fault."
"Not funny," Her brother said between clenched teeth. Did she think she was a ventriloquist, Sakura wondered, and that they wouldn't be able to guess who had spoken even though there was only three of them in the room?
"It wasn't a little lady," Sakura said. "It was a young man from seventeen seventy-five."
Touya glared at the thought of a young man talking to his sister, ghost or not.
"Can't be that young," her father reasoned. "If he's from seventeen seventy- five, he's got to be at least two hundred and twenty five years old."
"He only looked about seventeen or eighteen," Sakura said.
Her brother got up and walked out of the room.
"What?" Her father called his son.
"Unresolved issues," Sakura said. 'Unresolved issues' was one of the support group's favorite terms. She got up, too, but headed in the opposite direction.
"What'd I say?" Her father called after her.
On TV the people from the show were waving to the camera as the closing music played.
"I never know what to say anymore," Her father complained to the screen.
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Author's Note- Yeah, I know. It's short, sorry. R&R!!