Behind The Shadows

Chapter Five

It was late, so naturally Zakuro was in bed. She had a big day tomorrow, a photo shoot and then to the cafe. She was sound asleep, in her comforting dream, lost in a world much more unknown than ours, that of which we go in our dreams is entirely a mystery. To us, at least. Zakuro was thinking about her busy life. Being a mew AND a supermodel was not easy. But she somehow over the course of days she had chosen to except her fate of being involved in the mew project, and focused on the main goal of it all: to rid the Earth of the aliens.

It also wasn't all bad. Along the way she had met some friends. Wow, friends. She had never actually had those. She was always just so busy with her career, that she hadn't had the time to actually meet people personally. Except for little Momoka. That was an exception, though. She had somehow gotten mixed up in the game for a second there, that it just fit together. Momoka loved her so much...and it was hard not to return those feelings. So she didn't fight back.

That night it had been so dark...and cold...even in Zakuros sleep she got a chill which she could not shake. It was the sort of chill where you knew something was wrong, but couldn't place your finger on it, because the darkness would drown out all the hope for clues.

But there was one exception...

Zakuro awoke from her sleep from a reason unknown. It happens to everyone at times. She just remembered hearing a slight sound of a bell in her dream, and woke up, just like that.

She sat up in her bed, clutching her blankets from being cold. That's when she got that chilling feeling...something wasn't right...

She looked around, and found the very source to that feeling.

There, standing in front of her mirror, was Momoka. Just staring into the mirror as though it was a hole to a different dimension and it was calling her in. She had a blank look on her face, and her skin was pale as snow. She was wearing a long purple dress which spread across the floor.

"Momoka?" Zakuro said, still sleepy. "What are you doing here?"

No reaction at all from Momoka. Not even a twitch. Momoka kept staring.

Zakuro was now waking up even more. "Momoka," she said a little louder, hoping to get the little girls attention.

Nothing.

Zakuro was getting frustrated. Why wasn't she answering? Zakuro then noticed something in Momokas hand, but she couldn't tell what it exsactly was because a long sleeve was going over it.

Then Momoka slowly turned her head towards Zakuro.

The chilling glare shot through Zakuros heart like an icy spear. Zakuros heart rate picked up, now noticing something rather odd.

Momokas eyes were red.

"M-Momoka?" Zakuro said, her voice beginning to become shakey.

"Hello Ms.Fujiwara," Momokas usual little girl voice was now changed to a raspy voice, mixing with her voice to create a very unpleasant sound. "Look what I found for you." Momoka held up what was in her hand that Zakuro was trying to see last; a knife.

Now Zakuro knew this wasn't really Momoka, she wasn't blind. Someone was controlling here, posessing her. Zakuro had to do something. She got out of bed, and kneeled down so she would be able to pick Momoka up. She wrapped her arms around the little girls body. She tried to focus on putting her in a room, and letting her sleep there and in the morning she would be okay...it would all be over.

"W-What are you doing?" Momoka asked. "Put me DOWN!" Momoka shoved her knife into Zakuros back, and Zakuro winced in pain as she dropped Momoka to the ground, and fell back onto her bed.

Zakuro lifted her head up to see Momoka on the bed too.

"Are you paralysed? I do hope so," Momoka said.

"Momoka...don't let it control you..." Zakuro managed to let out. And with that, Zakuro kicked Momoka off the bed. She kicked as hard as she could at that moment, hoping to knock whatever was in Momoka out. Momoka screamed, and fell onto the floor. "I'm sorry...Momoka..." Zakuro said quietly.

"Oh how touching..."

Suddenly the shadows white face and body lifted up from where Momoka had been laying. It stared at Zakuro with it's blank face, and Zakuro wasn't able to move, for the knife was in her back.

"Miss Fujiwara, I believe your time is up." The shadow announced.

A pillow from her bed was placed over her head by the shadow, and Zakuro screamed, but was barely heard for she was drowned out by the pillow going over her mouth. The pillow pressed down so hard and tight around her head, face, and neck, that she no longer could breathe, and she knew that's exsactly what the shadow wanted. Zakuro tried to struggle with the pillow using her hands at first, trying to pry it off, but the shadow must have seen, for she then found her hands tied to the bedpost, and her feet tied to the bedposts at the end. She was being smothered, she knew this was the end.

In no longer than 5 minutes, the pillow was removed, and Zakuro was dead.

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Who first, Ryou or Keiichiro? Hmm...After them it's the aliens turns.