Ghost in my Picture

... Well, I was hoping NOT to have a pairing, like I said last chap. But people wanted to have a pairing... I'll think about that. If there was a pairing, would you like Tyson/Hilary? That would fit. I haven't got plans for Rei, Max and Kai. I'll think about that too.

3 peeps said that Tyson's brother's English name is Hiro. Well, I decided I'm gonna call him by the Japanese. It sounds more... Good.

-(First Warnings)-

As Grandpa and Hitoshi thought Tyson was sick, they still wondered if he wasn't and telling the truth. It wasn't normal for Tyson to lie, and he sounded serious. They thought about it, thinking how could Fushigi be a ghost and why. Hitoshi gave Tyson a piggy-back ride, despite all his groceries. Tyson fell asleep fast.

When Hitoshi and Grandpa saw their once home, they gaped. "What the hell?!" "Our house is destroyed!" There were reporters everywhere, swarming them with questions. "Hey! Mr.Kinomiya!" Hilary and Kenny called. They helped the Kinomiya's escape from the rampage.

"You can stay at my house." Said Kenny. "Thanks." "Is Tyson sleeping?" "Yes." Hilary and Kenny looked worried. Kenny explained what happened at school. Grandpa thought Tyson was telling the truth, but Hitoshi still doubted it.

When Tyson was put to bed, a phone call came from Ms. Kincaid, about Tyson leaving school with a bloody arm. Both Hitoshi and Grandpa were worried. While Tyson slept, Grandpa slowly unwrapped the bandages. His wrist was black from the burn with specks of mahogany dried blood.

"Ooh, that must hurt." "No kidding." Grandpa rewrapped the wrist with a new strip of linen. "Shouldn't we tell dad?" "I'm not so sure 'bout that, dawg. But I have a feeling he already knows..." Then they all went downstairs for Kenny's dad's famous noodle soup.

Dr. Kinomiya woke up with a start. His youngest son was injured. But he just shook it off. There's nothing wrong with Tyson, he thought. It was just a silly dream, that's all... He sighed and jumped back to bed. It's almost midnight, and he should be sleeping. He sighed and looked at an old, dusty picture of him and his dead wife. He stared at it for such a long time, it could have been forever.

How he loved that woman. How he loved Fushigi, How he loved the way she looked, loved the way she sleeps, loved the way she walks, loved the way she eats. He loved her for anything. But most of all, how he loved the way she laughed; a beautiful cute bell rung by angels of heaven.

"Kinomiya..."

Dr. Kinomiya heard a familiar voice in the air. "Huh?" What can it be? He thought. Hell no, t couldn't be my wife!

"Oh, but it is..."

The picture in his hand few away from his hand and into the air. Fushigi's blue eyes glowed scarlet, as the face in the picture smirked. Her clothes changed from a sexy blue dress to a ripped, patched and bloody black dress. Her body had lines of freshly opened blood, with the cuts and the bruises. Her silky navy hair turned tangled, and the blue front made her red eyes flash dangerously. This is how she died. With all the wounds and scars that weren't healed, and now, it can never be.

Then the picture ripped itself, revealing a ghost. Dr. Kinomiya could've screamed, but he felt that he lost his voice. "Who – Who are you?!" The ghost just frowned. "Don't you know me???" She asked in pure sadness. "I – I..." He stammered.

"Love, I'm your wife. How could you... Forget something... Like THAT!?!?"

Her disappointed face turned into a dangerous hatred one. "My death has affected you too much! You forgot me! You promised you wouldn't! YOU BASTARD, THAT IS MY HUSBAND?! BITCH!!!" Fushigi screamed, as her anger made objects fly in the air. She pointed her white hand to her husband, and then the matters attacked him.

Chairs slammed into him, the table hit his face, clothes covered his eyes as more and the furniture did more and more damage to him. Then it all stopped. Dr. Kinomiya fell to the floor, bones broken and heavily bleeding. "How about a little break?" She hissed. Fushigi glided to her loved one, and looked at him.

"It wouldn't be fun to kill you fast... No... As my first prey, I should have fun with it..."

She put her white long fingers to his face. "I promise... It'll be all worth it... Oh baby, it will hurt a bit though. But, how should I kill you?" She continuously walked around him, thinking. "Oh, I know..."

-(END CHAPTER)-

How should I kill him? I'm asking YOU. Okay? REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!