Thank you to all of you who reviewed! Sorry for the long update! It was
because I went to California. I had all my stories on floppies, ready to
update for you guys, but then I found out my dad didn't have a floppy drive
on his computer...I was devasted!.
Then, when I got back home, I tried to update, but my mom made me do so many chores... then we went to Cedar Point, Ohio...to the roller coaster park and got back yesterday... so here you go for all those patient reviewers...EnJoY!
You Brought Me Back
By: Witch Hunter Sakura
Chapter 2
The woman left me to my bath. She was in trouble...serious trouble...because of the other day. In this facility, a caretaker had to be extra careful of his patients who resided in it. Like me, for instance. If the doctors hadn't heard me screaming, I would've likely hallucinated and put myself into a prolonged coma.
I raised my hand from the bubbles and looked at my long fingers curled into an unclenched fist.
Why was everything so different? My heart asked me. I dropped my hand back into the water, making several droplets land on my face and bare shoulders.
My throat started throbbing again. I resulted in rubbing it...well over the scar anyway.
My throat seemed to have a mind of its own. Like, when I feel like talking, laughing, or singing, it'll throb madly, but when I'm quiet, it's fine. It hurts every time I think of talking.
I rubbed my throat lightly, wincing slightly at the pain it made. If only...
"Sakura?" Tomoyo...
The door opened suddenly and the woman came in, closing the door behind her. "Sakura? Are you done?" I nodded, grabbing for the towel above me. I pulled it down and stood up, wrapping it around me. "Sakura...have you decided—"I stepped out of the tub and walked over to the vanity.
I cut her off with a sigh. I just couldn't open up and tell her no...that none of these "psychologists" could help me...my pain was different and it would be the same results given by the other amateurs.
"I'd really wish that you'd give this guy a chance. Eriol says he's really good..." I'm really sorry, Tomoyo, but I— "Could you see him...at least for me?" I sighed again. Fine, Tomoyo, you win. I nodded and her worried face turned into a joyous one. "Thank you so much, Sakura! You won't regret this!" I watched, wondering, as she skipped out of the room. What have I gotten myself into...?
"Time for your dinner, Miss Sakura." I looked up from my paper. I don't recognize that voice... I turned around and screamed. Though, that didn't last long. A long strip of cloth was wrapped over my mouth and muffled my cries. Another piece of cloth was wrapped around my hands.
I was pulled hastily from my chair and tossed out of my two-story window, screaming the whole way down. Thankfully, I was caught. I reopened my eyes...(I guess I closed them when I was falling)...and stared into the dark black eyes of the person holding me. I tried screaming again, this time with a bit of struggling. The man seemed unaffected. He held tighter onto me with one arm and threw his other arm up above him. I stopped for a moment and stared weirdly at him...what was he doing?
He looked back down at me and smirked, turning me around. Three familiar screams were heard inside my house...my family. I gasped, my eyes widening. I suddenly felt real weak. No this couldn't be happening...I-it can't be happening.
My body was turned back around and I continued to stare wide-eyed. The two words the guy spoke scared me the most.
"They're dead."
I shot up from the bed, gasping for air, holding my rapidly beating heart. Not that again... I shuddered, wiping some perspiration from my forehead. Not that dream...
That single dream has been haunting me for the last couple of years. But before that, it wasn't a dream...it actually happened...
"Sakura? You up yet?" Tomoyo. The door opened suddenly and she walked in holding hands with Eriol. And they were smiling. I didn't. I hung my head low, placing it on the bed sheets in front of me. Stop smiling, Tomoyo...I wanted to say. Everyone smiling just made it worse. "OH! Sakura! I'm so happy! Eriol says that his cousin will be able to see you in a couple of days! Aren't you just excited? I'm so glad you agreed! I bet you're just smiling happily under all that hair of yours!" Eriol stopped her rambling.
"Shh...listen," he whispered. I was not smiling. I was not happy. In fact, I wasn't anything near happy. Tears were pouring down my face, my sobs muffled from the bed sheets. "Sakura? Are you all right?" I wrapped my arms around my head and continued crying. Happiness was something that would never happen to me...not after that...
"She's asleep," Eriol whispered to Tomoyo, who was waiting patiently outside.
"That's good." Her face fell. "I hate to see her like this."
"Do you know why she's crying?"
"That's the bad thing; I don't. A couple of years ago, my mother got a call about Sakura being housed in a mental home because of how she was acting. It was as if her soul was taken. She was always hallucinating over the littlest of things. She'd scream, fall to the floor and hold her head whenever someone would scold her. It's like she's been beaten or something...but the thing is, her family wasn't like that. So that can't work."
"Well, maybe they were, you just didn't know."
"Eriol, do not talk about the Kinomoto's like that! They are nice people and I think I would know my uncle and aunt a lot better than you would!" screamed Tomoyo, walking quickly away from Eriol. Eriol sighed, turning back to the window that separated him from Sakura's room.
Sakura hurry and get better...
"Tomoyo? Have you ever tried calling the Kinomoto's and asking what's wrong with Sakura?"
She stared at him for a moment the answered, "Well...no." She picked up a local phone book and searched for the Kinomoto phone listing.
It wasn't there.
In fact, she looked through the whole book.
It wasn't there.
Weird. "Try the operator." Tomoyo picked up the phone and dialed zero.
"Hello, Tomoeda Phone Company. I'm Christina, how may I be of service to you?"
"Direct us to Mr. Fujitaka Kinomoto."
"I'm sorry, miss, but the phone's been cut for several years."
"Well thanks anyway." Tomoyo hung up the phone and sighed. "That is hopeless."
"Let's go to their home."
The couple walked anxiously down the street, scanning over the houses in the neighborhood. Tomoyo knew this neighborhood all too well. "Their house is the next one, I believe."
She was right, but the image wasn't something she'd really expected. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth and her eyes widening. "What...happened?"
The house wasn't what you would call exactly pretty, or well tamed at least. Tomoyo knew the Kinomoto's so much that she knew right off the bat that something wrong happened. The house, as Tomoyo remembered it, was a lovely, sun-kissed yellow with white cottage shutters lining every window. It was a two story home with a sizable yard, just enough to be close yet at the same time, far away from the neighbors. The yard was covered in flowers and trees, all kept thriving by Nadeshiko.
Nadeshiko, Sakura's beautiful mother, was remarkable. She had kept this home in great rendition of a perfect family home, and that's what it truly was. Each time you stepped in the front door, you were greeted with a sweet aroma and a defining air of constant happiness. Nadeshiko, apart from being a gardener, also was a great cook. There was never a time when she wasn't making cakes or pastries for her family.
Though, Nadeshiko never did live long enough to see her young daughter grow into a young woman. She died when Sakura was only three, but her memory was kept forever in the lives of her family for they loved her so and her parting was the most dreadful for them.
Sakura's family consisted of herself, her father, Fujitaka, and her annoying, over-protective older brother, Touya. Fujitaka was a successful archaeology professor and taught at the university nearby. Touya was still a student in the eleventh grade at the local high school.
Though, no it looked as if no one had inhabited the house. The house was a dirty brown color from age and uncleanness. Most of the cheery white shudders were gray and fallen, lying shattered to splinters on the caked mud of the dried flowerbeds lining the house. The garden was overgrown with weeds and whatever was there were either dead and cracking, or ceased to exist entirely. The house was just no more. It looked as if it had been vandalized actually. Several of the windows were broken and holes lined almost every inch of the roof.
"What happened?" Tomoyo repeated, uncovering her mouth.
Eriol stared at her sympathetically, and then turned towards the rundown home. "Let's look inside. We may find some answers as to what's wrong." She nodded, grabbing his hand and walking behind him through the dry jungle at which was the only way to get to the house. Eriol, being the first to reach the small veranda tried the front door. Surprisingly, it was open.
They walked inside, Tomoyo hoping for the sweet scent of cakes from Nadeshiko. She was, however, let down, for there was no sweet scent or no sign of life at all. She sighed heavily, walking into the home. Eriol came up behind her and told her that he was going into the kitchen. She agreed, saying she was going up to her cousin's room.
She grabbed the rough handrail and slowly inched her way up the stairs, dreading what was coming. And before she knew it, she made it to the top. She reassuringly sighed and made her way to Sakura's room.
The room was still the same, to Tomoyo's surprise. Everything was exactly where it should've been. Her bed was unmade, Tomoyo figured she was getting ready for bed, her stuffed animals were still exactly in the same spot, though with a minor coat of dust, and her desk was still....
Wait a second....
Her chair was lying backwards on the floor as if it fell backwards with force for it was slightly ajar. Her precious diary was opened up to the last entry. Tomoyo didn't read much since there was only a sentence, but what drew her attention more was the fact that the last word ended with a large slash of ink across the paper.
Weird. Tomoyo was starting to feel somewhat uncomfortable with all these uncertainties lurking about. She was about to turn when she noticed marks in the wood of the desk. Nail marks.
She looked down at the floor. There were marks, too. "What happened?" she breathed, feeling the floor with her long, delicate ivory fingers. She pulled them back and stood up quickly when she heard the creak of the stairs. She turned around and stared into her boyfriend's eyes. "Eriol, did you find anything?"
He walked into the room and showed her a knife that he found in the kitchen. "The kitchen looks like they just up and left. There was a batch of brownies left in the oven and another batch of dough was still sitting in a bowl. There's still everything in the refrigerator and in the cupboards. This knife I found on the floor. You know what that is on the end?" She shook her head "no". "It's blood. Dried, but blood no less. Did you check any of the other rooms?" Again, she shook her head. He stuck his arm out and she grabbed his hand, following him out the door and into another room...Touya's.
"This is Touya's room," she told him, "Touya is her older brother." Everything seemed the same in his room, too, if it weren't for a sprawled skeleton lying in Touya's unmade bed. An excess amount of dried blood covered the pillow and upper bedding. Tomoyo screamed and backed into his closet. The door burst open and another long skeletal figure fell on top of her, scaring her out of her wits. She screamed again while Eriol helped her quickly, untangling her from the skeletal body. "What the hell is going on!?!" She screamed hysterically, holding her heart that seemed like it was going to rip any minute from her chest.
"I don't know...but no doubt are these real skeletons; the smell is that of a decomposed body. Was Sakura's brother that tall?" he asked her slowly.
"Yeah. He was barely able to fit on his bed. And by the looks of it, the skeleton barely fits onto it, too." She was shaking.
"Is that Sakura's mother?"
"Can't be. Sakura's mother died when Sakura was three. And it couldn't be Fujitaka because he was taller than Touya."
"Then who is that?"
"I'm not exactly sure, but I do know that Touya only talked with one person personally. That was Yuki, but I could be wrong." Eriol looked down and drew back a little, bending down and picking up a card.
"What is his last name, Tomoyo?" Eriol eyed the card curiously.
"Tsukishiro. Why?"
"Tomoyo. I think this is him." She glanced one more time at the skeletal figure and rushed over to Eriol, tightly wrapping him in a hug.
"It can't be him...it just can't be..." she sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed her back gently.
"It'll be okay. Let's search the rest of the house then confront Sakura about this. I'm pretty sure she'll know what happened." Tomoyo pulled from the hug and stared into his eyes, nodding acutely. They left the two skeletal figures and ventured into the room of Fujitaka Kinomoto.
His room was pulled together better than Sakura's or Touya's rooms. His bed was made and everything was in tact still. "Doesn't even look like someone was in here. Nothing is wrong. But..." Eriol trailed off. He was going to continue saying something about another skeletal figure, this time for Sakura's dad, but thought against seeing Tomoyo's hurt face.
"There was also a basement, but it just contains a bunch of books." Eriol immediately led her down the stairs and to the end of the hall where the basement resided. "Well...you open it." He smiled at her cuteness and quickly opening the door, he ducked behind it, just incase anything unnatural decided to spew itself out at him and Tomoyo. Seeing that the coast was clear, he and Tomoyo ventured down the wooden steps that led deep underground.
There were rows upon rows of shelves fully stacked with books of different sizes. The room was somewhat dark, so Eriol, being the bright one, turned on the light switch. But of course, the lights didn't work. Tomoyo slapped her hand against her head, laughing a little.
"Well...that proved useful there, Eriol. I'll go and get a flashlight." He waited there until she emerged from the kitchen with a small mag-lite. He grabbed it from her and turned it on, poking it into the dark room. Step- by-step they went down to the basement.
The basement was cool and a small, eerie draft flowed through it, making the place seem unwelcoming, but Eriol's hand kept her walking. They reached the bottom and took a deep breath. Well...that was over! Eriol led Tomoyo down to the end of the first row, but as he continued, she didn't. He looked back to see what was wrong, but he only found her staring wide- eyed in front of him. Her hand slowly inched to her mouth where her quiet sobs were muffled. "Tomoyo--?"
She pointed ahead of her and he turned quickly. He gasped. There, sitting in his chair, sat Fujitaka...well his decomposed skeletal figure anyway. Old clothes clung to every bone, unlike the other two they had already encountered. Eriol let go of Tomoyo's hand and made his way to Fujitaka. There was a large crack in the back of his neck and head, Eriol noted, and there was also dried blood on the floor and table, exactly where Fujitaka's skull lay.
"What happened here?" Tomoyo asked quietly, scaring Eriol. He hadn't even heard her walk up behind him.
"A massacre happened in the Kinomoto home and I don't think anyone's even checked this place out, or Sakura's family would've been buried properly and not reduced to this." Tomoyo rested her head on Eriol's shoulder, calming him down. He grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes. "Come on. We're leaving."
And they did. Eriol shut the front door back to where it first was and journeyed back through the thicket with Tomoyo behind him. "We'll go and tell Sakura about this. Then tomorrow we'll pick up my cousin."
"You never told me her was coming tomorrow," Tomoyo said, stopping.
"It was a surprise to Sakura, but don't tell her," he pleaded.
"How come you didn't tell me?" Tomoyo inquired.
"Well I was going to...I guess it just slipped my mind..." he nervously laughed. Tomoyo turned on her heel and began to walk towards the mental hospital with Eriol behind pleading to her to forgive him.
Let's just hope...
I'M DONE...with this chapter! I hope you all liked it!
Review!
Then, when I got back home, I tried to update, but my mom made me do so many chores... then we went to Cedar Point, Ohio...to the roller coaster park and got back yesterday... so here you go for all those patient reviewers...EnJoY!
You Brought Me Back
By: Witch Hunter Sakura
Chapter 2
The woman left me to my bath. She was in trouble...serious trouble...because of the other day. In this facility, a caretaker had to be extra careful of his patients who resided in it. Like me, for instance. If the doctors hadn't heard me screaming, I would've likely hallucinated and put myself into a prolonged coma.
I raised my hand from the bubbles and looked at my long fingers curled into an unclenched fist.
Why was everything so different? My heart asked me. I dropped my hand back into the water, making several droplets land on my face and bare shoulders.
My throat started throbbing again. I resulted in rubbing it...well over the scar anyway.
My throat seemed to have a mind of its own. Like, when I feel like talking, laughing, or singing, it'll throb madly, but when I'm quiet, it's fine. It hurts every time I think of talking.
I rubbed my throat lightly, wincing slightly at the pain it made. If only...
"Sakura?" Tomoyo...
The door opened suddenly and the woman came in, closing the door behind her. "Sakura? Are you done?" I nodded, grabbing for the towel above me. I pulled it down and stood up, wrapping it around me. "Sakura...have you decided—"I stepped out of the tub and walked over to the vanity.
I cut her off with a sigh. I just couldn't open up and tell her no...that none of these "psychologists" could help me...my pain was different and it would be the same results given by the other amateurs.
"I'd really wish that you'd give this guy a chance. Eriol says he's really good..." I'm really sorry, Tomoyo, but I— "Could you see him...at least for me?" I sighed again. Fine, Tomoyo, you win. I nodded and her worried face turned into a joyous one. "Thank you so much, Sakura! You won't regret this!" I watched, wondering, as she skipped out of the room. What have I gotten myself into...?
"Time for your dinner, Miss Sakura." I looked up from my paper. I don't recognize that voice... I turned around and screamed. Though, that didn't last long. A long strip of cloth was wrapped over my mouth and muffled my cries. Another piece of cloth was wrapped around my hands.
I was pulled hastily from my chair and tossed out of my two-story window, screaming the whole way down. Thankfully, I was caught. I reopened my eyes...(I guess I closed them when I was falling)...and stared into the dark black eyes of the person holding me. I tried screaming again, this time with a bit of struggling. The man seemed unaffected. He held tighter onto me with one arm and threw his other arm up above him. I stopped for a moment and stared weirdly at him...what was he doing?
He looked back down at me and smirked, turning me around. Three familiar screams were heard inside my house...my family. I gasped, my eyes widening. I suddenly felt real weak. No this couldn't be happening...I-it can't be happening.
My body was turned back around and I continued to stare wide-eyed. The two words the guy spoke scared me the most.
"They're dead."
I shot up from the bed, gasping for air, holding my rapidly beating heart. Not that again... I shuddered, wiping some perspiration from my forehead. Not that dream...
That single dream has been haunting me for the last couple of years. But before that, it wasn't a dream...it actually happened...
"Sakura? You up yet?" Tomoyo. The door opened suddenly and she walked in holding hands with Eriol. And they were smiling. I didn't. I hung my head low, placing it on the bed sheets in front of me. Stop smiling, Tomoyo...I wanted to say. Everyone smiling just made it worse. "OH! Sakura! I'm so happy! Eriol says that his cousin will be able to see you in a couple of days! Aren't you just excited? I'm so glad you agreed! I bet you're just smiling happily under all that hair of yours!" Eriol stopped her rambling.
"Shh...listen," he whispered. I was not smiling. I was not happy. In fact, I wasn't anything near happy. Tears were pouring down my face, my sobs muffled from the bed sheets. "Sakura? Are you all right?" I wrapped my arms around my head and continued crying. Happiness was something that would never happen to me...not after that...
"She's asleep," Eriol whispered to Tomoyo, who was waiting patiently outside.
"That's good." Her face fell. "I hate to see her like this."
"Do you know why she's crying?"
"That's the bad thing; I don't. A couple of years ago, my mother got a call about Sakura being housed in a mental home because of how she was acting. It was as if her soul was taken. She was always hallucinating over the littlest of things. She'd scream, fall to the floor and hold her head whenever someone would scold her. It's like she's been beaten or something...but the thing is, her family wasn't like that. So that can't work."
"Well, maybe they were, you just didn't know."
"Eriol, do not talk about the Kinomoto's like that! They are nice people and I think I would know my uncle and aunt a lot better than you would!" screamed Tomoyo, walking quickly away from Eriol. Eriol sighed, turning back to the window that separated him from Sakura's room.
Sakura hurry and get better...
"Tomoyo? Have you ever tried calling the Kinomoto's and asking what's wrong with Sakura?"
She stared at him for a moment the answered, "Well...no." She picked up a local phone book and searched for the Kinomoto phone listing.
It wasn't there.
In fact, she looked through the whole book.
It wasn't there.
Weird. "Try the operator." Tomoyo picked up the phone and dialed zero.
"Hello, Tomoeda Phone Company. I'm Christina, how may I be of service to you?"
"Direct us to Mr. Fujitaka Kinomoto."
"I'm sorry, miss, but the phone's been cut for several years."
"Well thanks anyway." Tomoyo hung up the phone and sighed. "That is hopeless."
"Let's go to their home."
The couple walked anxiously down the street, scanning over the houses in the neighborhood. Tomoyo knew this neighborhood all too well. "Their house is the next one, I believe."
She was right, but the image wasn't something she'd really expected. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth and her eyes widening. "What...happened?"
The house wasn't what you would call exactly pretty, or well tamed at least. Tomoyo knew the Kinomoto's so much that she knew right off the bat that something wrong happened. The house, as Tomoyo remembered it, was a lovely, sun-kissed yellow with white cottage shutters lining every window. It was a two story home with a sizable yard, just enough to be close yet at the same time, far away from the neighbors. The yard was covered in flowers and trees, all kept thriving by Nadeshiko.
Nadeshiko, Sakura's beautiful mother, was remarkable. She had kept this home in great rendition of a perfect family home, and that's what it truly was. Each time you stepped in the front door, you were greeted with a sweet aroma and a defining air of constant happiness. Nadeshiko, apart from being a gardener, also was a great cook. There was never a time when she wasn't making cakes or pastries for her family.
Though, Nadeshiko never did live long enough to see her young daughter grow into a young woman. She died when Sakura was only three, but her memory was kept forever in the lives of her family for they loved her so and her parting was the most dreadful for them.
Sakura's family consisted of herself, her father, Fujitaka, and her annoying, over-protective older brother, Touya. Fujitaka was a successful archaeology professor and taught at the university nearby. Touya was still a student in the eleventh grade at the local high school.
Though, no it looked as if no one had inhabited the house. The house was a dirty brown color from age and uncleanness. Most of the cheery white shudders were gray and fallen, lying shattered to splinters on the caked mud of the dried flowerbeds lining the house. The garden was overgrown with weeds and whatever was there were either dead and cracking, or ceased to exist entirely. The house was just no more. It looked as if it had been vandalized actually. Several of the windows were broken and holes lined almost every inch of the roof.
"What happened?" Tomoyo repeated, uncovering her mouth.
Eriol stared at her sympathetically, and then turned towards the rundown home. "Let's look inside. We may find some answers as to what's wrong." She nodded, grabbing his hand and walking behind him through the dry jungle at which was the only way to get to the house. Eriol, being the first to reach the small veranda tried the front door. Surprisingly, it was open.
They walked inside, Tomoyo hoping for the sweet scent of cakes from Nadeshiko. She was, however, let down, for there was no sweet scent or no sign of life at all. She sighed heavily, walking into the home. Eriol came up behind her and told her that he was going into the kitchen. She agreed, saying she was going up to her cousin's room.
She grabbed the rough handrail and slowly inched her way up the stairs, dreading what was coming. And before she knew it, she made it to the top. She reassuringly sighed and made her way to Sakura's room.
The room was still the same, to Tomoyo's surprise. Everything was exactly where it should've been. Her bed was unmade, Tomoyo figured she was getting ready for bed, her stuffed animals were still exactly in the same spot, though with a minor coat of dust, and her desk was still....
Wait a second....
Her chair was lying backwards on the floor as if it fell backwards with force for it was slightly ajar. Her precious diary was opened up to the last entry. Tomoyo didn't read much since there was only a sentence, but what drew her attention more was the fact that the last word ended with a large slash of ink across the paper.
Weird. Tomoyo was starting to feel somewhat uncomfortable with all these uncertainties lurking about. She was about to turn when she noticed marks in the wood of the desk. Nail marks.
She looked down at the floor. There were marks, too. "What happened?" she breathed, feeling the floor with her long, delicate ivory fingers. She pulled them back and stood up quickly when she heard the creak of the stairs. She turned around and stared into her boyfriend's eyes. "Eriol, did you find anything?"
He walked into the room and showed her a knife that he found in the kitchen. "The kitchen looks like they just up and left. There was a batch of brownies left in the oven and another batch of dough was still sitting in a bowl. There's still everything in the refrigerator and in the cupboards. This knife I found on the floor. You know what that is on the end?" She shook her head "no". "It's blood. Dried, but blood no less. Did you check any of the other rooms?" Again, she shook her head. He stuck his arm out and she grabbed his hand, following him out the door and into another room...Touya's.
"This is Touya's room," she told him, "Touya is her older brother." Everything seemed the same in his room, too, if it weren't for a sprawled skeleton lying in Touya's unmade bed. An excess amount of dried blood covered the pillow and upper bedding. Tomoyo screamed and backed into his closet. The door burst open and another long skeletal figure fell on top of her, scaring her out of her wits. She screamed again while Eriol helped her quickly, untangling her from the skeletal body. "What the hell is going on!?!" She screamed hysterically, holding her heart that seemed like it was going to rip any minute from her chest.
"I don't know...but no doubt are these real skeletons; the smell is that of a decomposed body. Was Sakura's brother that tall?" he asked her slowly.
"Yeah. He was barely able to fit on his bed. And by the looks of it, the skeleton barely fits onto it, too." She was shaking.
"Is that Sakura's mother?"
"Can't be. Sakura's mother died when Sakura was three. And it couldn't be Fujitaka because he was taller than Touya."
"Then who is that?"
"I'm not exactly sure, but I do know that Touya only talked with one person personally. That was Yuki, but I could be wrong." Eriol looked down and drew back a little, bending down and picking up a card.
"What is his last name, Tomoyo?" Eriol eyed the card curiously.
"Tsukishiro. Why?"
"Tomoyo. I think this is him." She glanced one more time at the skeletal figure and rushed over to Eriol, tightly wrapping him in a hug.
"It can't be him...it just can't be..." she sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed her back gently.
"It'll be okay. Let's search the rest of the house then confront Sakura about this. I'm pretty sure she'll know what happened." Tomoyo pulled from the hug and stared into his eyes, nodding acutely. They left the two skeletal figures and ventured into the room of Fujitaka Kinomoto.
His room was pulled together better than Sakura's or Touya's rooms. His bed was made and everything was in tact still. "Doesn't even look like someone was in here. Nothing is wrong. But..." Eriol trailed off. He was going to continue saying something about another skeletal figure, this time for Sakura's dad, but thought against seeing Tomoyo's hurt face.
"There was also a basement, but it just contains a bunch of books." Eriol immediately led her down the stairs and to the end of the hall where the basement resided. "Well...you open it." He smiled at her cuteness and quickly opening the door, he ducked behind it, just incase anything unnatural decided to spew itself out at him and Tomoyo. Seeing that the coast was clear, he and Tomoyo ventured down the wooden steps that led deep underground.
There were rows upon rows of shelves fully stacked with books of different sizes. The room was somewhat dark, so Eriol, being the bright one, turned on the light switch. But of course, the lights didn't work. Tomoyo slapped her hand against her head, laughing a little.
"Well...that proved useful there, Eriol. I'll go and get a flashlight." He waited there until she emerged from the kitchen with a small mag-lite. He grabbed it from her and turned it on, poking it into the dark room. Step- by-step they went down to the basement.
The basement was cool and a small, eerie draft flowed through it, making the place seem unwelcoming, but Eriol's hand kept her walking. They reached the bottom and took a deep breath. Well...that was over! Eriol led Tomoyo down to the end of the first row, but as he continued, she didn't. He looked back to see what was wrong, but he only found her staring wide- eyed in front of him. Her hand slowly inched to her mouth where her quiet sobs were muffled. "Tomoyo--?"
She pointed ahead of her and he turned quickly. He gasped. There, sitting in his chair, sat Fujitaka...well his decomposed skeletal figure anyway. Old clothes clung to every bone, unlike the other two they had already encountered. Eriol let go of Tomoyo's hand and made his way to Fujitaka. There was a large crack in the back of his neck and head, Eriol noted, and there was also dried blood on the floor and table, exactly where Fujitaka's skull lay.
"What happened here?" Tomoyo asked quietly, scaring Eriol. He hadn't even heard her walk up behind him.
"A massacre happened in the Kinomoto home and I don't think anyone's even checked this place out, or Sakura's family would've been buried properly and not reduced to this." Tomoyo rested her head on Eriol's shoulder, calming him down. He grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes. "Come on. We're leaving."
And they did. Eriol shut the front door back to where it first was and journeyed back through the thicket with Tomoyo behind him. "We'll go and tell Sakura about this. Then tomorrow we'll pick up my cousin."
"You never told me her was coming tomorrow," Tomoyo said, stopping.
"It was a surprise to Sakura, but don't tell her," he pleaded.
"How come you didn't tell me?" Tomoyo inquired.
"Well I was going to...I guess it just slipped my mind..." he nervously laughed. Tomoyo turned on her heel and began to walk towards the mental hospital with Eriol behind pleading to her to forgive him.
Let's just hope...
I'M DONE...with this chapter! I hope you all liked it!
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