Cherry Blossoms of White Death
Author's Note : I decided to take somewhat of a different aproach on the point of views. Sesshoumaru will be the main character for this chapter. I'm pretty sure I will make Inuyasha have most of the POV's and will be the main character, yet if you think otherwise, please tell me and I will make more Sesshoumaru POV's. I, myself, prefer Sesshoumaru over Inuyasha, yet writing for Inuyasha's character tends to come more natual then Sesshoumaru's. Also, I will not be posting chapter five unless I have a total of ten reviews! I know, I know. I'm sorry but I don't want to post a story that gets few reviews. That happened with my other story, "Haunted". I put a lot into writing these storys and sometimes it can take a very long time to do it! When, people don't review, it makes me feel like my work is unworthy, uninteresting, unappreciated. Although, I can say that my few reviewers totally wipe that theory away! You make me feel great about my writing and I thank you all dearly. Anyway, one last thing, all apologies for boring scenarios. I mean, this story is based on Fatal Frame 2. I'm sure you're beginning to wonder 'where's the ghosts?' Well, this chapter shockingly has a ghost! But at the start of the story I just wanted you to see Inuyasha's & Sesshoumaru's relationship and their life before they get stuck in All God's Village. I will probley post one or two more chapters of their daily life content and then from then on their life in the All God's Village. So enjoy these chapters while they last! Sesshoumaru becomes slightly possessed by Sae in this chapter. So, if at some point you are like WTF is he talking about, then that's the part. Oh and finally, thank you youkai-priestess for really enjoying my story. I feel so special that my story is the only story you have on your favorites list! This chapter took a really long time to write, so I hope you like this as much or better then the other chapters! You totally own. (cheesy grin)
Hamona : He's been out cold for awhile, Inuyasha. Do you think maybe he needs a doctor?
Inuyasha : Are you kidding? He finally shut up!
Hamona : Hm. You've got a point, but I still think he needs a doctor.
Inuyasha : (folds arms over chest) Keh! Whatever.
(Sesshoumaru wakes up and latches onto Inuyasha, pulling him into a hug)
Sesshoumaru : Fluffy loves you! This fluffy loves everyone!
Inuyasha : (sweatdrops)
Chapter Four - Letters To God
" If it was to come to this, we should've done the ritual... "
It had been a full week since the suffocating dreams had started up, again. I couldn't exactly remember the date of the first one I had, but I could only guess it had began about three years ago. I was fourteen at the time, by then, I had finally accepted that I would never be able to hear again. Sure, it was hard to accept and even now I don't want to accept it, but I couldn't go on living in denial. Believing I could hear when I simply could not. I thought, back then, if I didn't accept it, then it would go away for good, and I would wake up realizing it had only been a nightmare that had only seemed like reality. But that was not the case, never would it ever be.
I closed my eyes in an attempt to calm the heart pounding in my chest. I at times, thought I'd end up having a heart attack from my heart beating so rapidly, almost like it would just burst right out of my chest and I would continue lying there pleading for my life to end because the pain was to excruciating to bare. Yet, I knew how foolish the idea was to believe you could continue to live after your heart had stopped beating.
I breathed in shaky breaths. My eyes still closed shut. I don't know why I still got so terrified over something that happened so frequently to me. I didn't understand any of it. Why they happened? Was I the only one to experience such ghastly things? Was it normal, in any aspect? Come to think of it, I already knew the answer to that question. Of course not! Nothing was normal about any of it, and I would never allow myself to accept such things. It wasn't like being deaf. I couldn't just allow myself to just learn to deal with it because, truth be told, I clearly could not! It scared me way too much.
I sat up in my bed, untangling the thick, blue covers that clung onto my legs for dear life. Once I was free of the hot cloth, I propped my legs over the side of my bed. My feet rubbed against the plush carpet, and the feeling of it against me, gave me a slight comfort. I knew that when I could sit up and move on my own free will, I was truly liberated from my suffocating nightmares. I took in a long breath of air before forcefully pushing myself up to stand. My legs were shaky and weak, very nimble. I could barley stand on them, yet I forced myself to walk. I forced myself not to fall. I would not give into such pathetic problems. I would not let my stupid fear get the best of me or my body, for that matter. I was strong and I would not crumble.
Once I had finally reached the doorway, that entered into my bathroom, I pressed all my weight against the door frame; breathing in more heavily then before. Clearly, this was getting frustrating and I was growing sick of it at a rapid pace. I pushed myself up, stepping out, onto the tile floor. My clumsy legs stumbled underneath me, but I ignored their cries for help. I didn't care about their problems. I had far to many of my own to even think about dealing with them. I flicked on the light switch and sluggishly made my way over to the shower turning it on at full blast. I propped by back up against the shower door and yanked off my shirt. It fluttered to the floor as I began to fumble with the upper button of my pants. Once it had finally come undone I slid my hand over the front of my jeans, forcefully unzipping my pants. I pushed myself up and away from the shower door, allowing myself to use my own support. My legs had regained most of their strength, so I didn't have to worry about sliding down in the shower.
I removed the final bit of clothing, kicking it into the fresh heap of clothes on the floor. I stepped up into the shower wanting so urgently to feel the wetness against my skin when I realized I hadn't shut the door. That wasn't really that big of a deal for me because I frankly didn't care if someone saw me naked. Yet, I couldn't help but imagine how embarrassing it would be if Kaede had walked in at the wrong time and seen everything. I shuttered at the idea before taking a short moment to close the door shut and lock it behind me.
I was more then ready to let the water flow freely against my flesh. I loved the steady rhythm of the water seeping down onto me. But as much as I enjoyed showers, I had found a place within myself to dislike them, as well. It always made me feel sad, perhaps even angry, that I could no longer hear the pitter-patter of the mini waterfall hitting against my body and then onto the shower tile. The same went for rain. The same went for everything... to my annoying realization.
I let out a brief sigh, that I'm sure had been muffled out by the sound of the water. The water poured down onto my face and I slid my hair back with my hands, enjoying every minute of it. I stayed like that for a long time before I could see the redness beginning to fluster onto my skin because of the extremely hot water. I turned the knob to the left letting the water turn a bit colder. Then, I began to wash my hair.
Once I had finished with my shower, I stepped out onto the tile floor. The room was extremely cold and I found myself wanting to go back into the shower to warm up. Although, the idea at the time sounded very tempting, I wouldn't do it. I needed to try and go back to sleep in hopes I would have enough rest to not be tired all day in school tomorrow. Perhaps, I could sleep a bit in class? Then again, I had never done that before. It was always Inuyasha who did such ignorant things. I fumbled with my clothes on the floor and tossed them into my laundry basket before pulling a towel out of my cabinet and wrapping it against my waist.
I rubbed my hands over the steamy mirror eyeing my foggy reflection and that's when I realized something was terribly out of place in the room. The small hairs on the back of my neck began to stand on end, when I had come to this realization. I felt my body begin to tremble slightly and my eyes widen in fear. I started at the image on the right side of the mirror. The image that was not my own. 'It's not me. That's not me, that's not me. That's someone else.' The words screamed in my head repeating over and over again. I swallowed hard, balled up my fist. I could feel my fingers turning white under the intense pressure. My heart began to race again, just like in the dreams. The lump I always got in my throat formed to where I couldn't scream. My mouth was dry and itchy. I wanted to cough to clear it, but I couldn't do anything. I couldn't make whatever it was go away. I couldn't look away. I couldn't shut my eyes. I was hypnotized. The image was haunting.
The image of the woman in the bloody, white kimono. Her eyes were dark, very dark. Lifeless. Blank. Dead, dead, dead... just like me. Just staring at her eyes in the mirror, I felt like my soul was being twisted in and out of my body. As if she was trying to rip me out, trying to take me over, possess me. I forced myself to look away, but I just couldn't. I wanted to turn around, look behind myself, back at the door, see if she was really there. 'It's not me. That's not me, that's not me. That's someone else.'
Lifeless. Blank. Dead, dead, dead... just like me.
I felt myself being sucked in by those controlling, brown eyes. She grinned at me. A eerie grin. Her pale lips pulled back into a small laugh that began to get wider and wider. So wide, I thought her mouth might just rip. She stood there laughing maniacally. I found myself wondering if she was making any sound at all. Someone had to hear her! Someone would come for me. I'd wait for them to come for me. I would wait for Inuyasha. He would come back for me, I know he would.
I'd always be near the village, waiting. Waiting at the place we made our promise. He'll come. I know he will.
I couldn't breath anymore, I felt the tightness constrict around my neck. Almost like I was being strangled by unseen hands. I cried out in pain but no one came.
Everyone died.
I glared at the image in the mirror. The insane woman with the bloody kimono. She only continued to laugh. Laughing at me, mocking me. It was her who was doing this! She was trying to kill me! I stumbled back, trying to catch air, but it was no use, now. I could not breathe.
It's all our fault.
I fell back onto the hard, tile floor. My head slammed up against the shower door, making my vision somewhat hazy before I came back to my senses. The choking feeling was gone and I could breath, again. I jerked my head around, wet, silver hair flying about, bewildered. She was gone. The woman in the mirror she was gone! For good? I secretly prayed.
I jumped up almost as quickly as I had fallen down, rushing to the mirror to make sure she really was gone. She was. The steam that somewhat distorted the mirror before was fading away and the image staring back at me was crystal clear. It was me. My own image. The image I half shared with my younger twin, Inuyasha.
'I would wait for Inuyasha. He would come back for me, I know he would.' The unspoken words came flooding back to me and sent a shiver down my spine. 'Had I really said that? Or was it that.. woman? Had she possessed me?' I shook the thoughts away, clearing my mind of such ideas. I was fucking scared beyond all reason, now. I had no intention of thinking about what happened to me just now, ever again. Infact, I don't think I would even be able to sleep! I shook my head, scolding myself for not being able to forget about it. I never wanted to think about it again!
I looked down at myself, the towel was coming undone, starting to slide down from my waist. As if, it was telling me, no. Threatening me, that it would fall. I frowned at it before tightening it more snug against my body. 'Maybe I imagined it.' I tried to tell myself, knowing it was a lie. The human mind can never believe what it sees, therefore, the typical response is to choose not to believe what you really saw. Cast it aside due to a overactive imagination. Dismiss it, as if it never happened. Or face your fear, head on. Find out what happened. Is there really a explanation? No? Well, then the human mind goes back, to answers #1, #2, and #3. I didn't really see it. It never really happened. It was really just my imagination. But you did see it and you will always remember it. Never will you be able escape it. It will always find you. You will never be able to deny it. No matter how hard you try.
I looked back into the mirror thinking I would see her again, but I did not. I glanced at the door. The area where she had been standing, thinking maybe she would reappear. That's when I couldn't dismiss it. I saw the proof. I had really seen her and I couldn't deny it. The door I had shut was open. The door I had shut and locked was open. I stared at the door for a long time, scared to walk over to it. 'Did I really want to stand in the same place as that girl? Maybe I was as insane as she was. No, no, that JUST isn't possible.' I scowled myself again. Angry I kept denying what I had seen. I would not do that. I would make a promise not to do that.
(A/N:) Short chapter, plus somewhat of a cliffy. I gotta keep torturing you! It's way fun. Mew. Remember,ten reviews or more, and I'll post a new chapter. If not, I WILL NOT.Ten reviews is all I ask, people! I don't care if the same person reviewsfive times! As long, as I get that damn number! Although, more thenten reviews would make this one very happy! Very happy equals more, more story! Very happy equals faster, faster updates! Please, review.
