Haunted
Chapter 8: Mission Haunted
"Cold, just cold. I told you he was going to lose his friends that way." Yohji sighed as Omi told them why Aya had said earlier. Now the redhead was locked up in his room, supposedly getting ready. Omi only hoped their leader hadn't collapsed again like he did earlier on the couch.
"Come on, Yohj, I'm sure he didn't mean anything like that," Ken muttered.
"He was probably too drugged up to notice," Yohji threw back.
"Oh come on you don't mean that. He's just that way." Omi attempted to diminish their slight argument.
"Right." Yohji sighed, making it hard to tell if he was sarcastic or not.
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It took longer than the directions said to get to the Haunted House, but they weren't as disappointed when they saw the old, huge, white house towering over them. It was pitch-black outside by the time they got there so they had brought flashlights and other various supplies, but had left them in the car. They had taken only one car to limit suspicion, and Aya's had been voted the winner of the drive and the passengers were almost kissing the ground when they arrived. Aya's usual; he had parked far enough away as to not be suspected and so no one harmed his precious porche in any way.
Aya slipped from the leather seat and shut the door behind him, locking it and making sure that it was locked. He glanced at his crazily dressed teammates. They seemed to all fit the part, even Aya, although he was just wearing his normal mission attire.
A few other teenagers and kids were there lined up to get in, but it wasn't too overly crowded. Good, they had picked the perfect time to show up. The line didn't last too long until they got up to the front of it.
' "Two of the fairest stars in all the heavens do entreat your eyes to sparkle so beautifully tonight." ' (Shakespeare). Yohji used his gorgeous new pick up line, but now it wasn't so new. The girl at the register blushed and had to turn her head to hide it.
"Your total come to twenty-two, thirty-nine," She said in a sweet voice, her eyes glittering at the 22-year-old.
"Thank you darling. " Yohji smiled his lady-killer smile… yeah, yeah we know. Forest green eyes focused down at the money in his hand and as he handed it to her, their hands brushed the slightest. The woman blushed even deeper if that was possible. Yohji got the "look" from his teammates again and was especially surprised to see that Aya was only staring at him.
"Lets' go already." Ken kicked at the back of Yohji's shin. "Hurry up."
"Ow!" Yohji cried, hoping on one foot.
"Don't be such a wimp." Omi grinned.
"Soccer player, soccer player." Yohji pointed accusingly at Ken.
"Oh, sorry." Ken blinked.
"Let's go." Aya pushed ahead towards the front door entrance to the Haunted House.
The room was tall and open, cobwebs seeming to make the place up. There was only a dim light, barely lit enough to see a few feet in front of you. Immediately Ken seemed tense and he looked all around as if that second he expected someone to pop out of nowhere and try to kill them.
A cold clammy hand touched the warm shoulder of the Weiß victim covered in Balinese's wire. Yohji jumped, emitting a small cry of surprise. Ken spun around almost diving at the one baring the hand. In an almost similar creepiness, a voice spoke up.
"Welcome…"
Omi shuddered at that and leaned in closer to Ken.
"Could you—…" Yohji went to pry the hand off of him and jumped when he found no arm attached to it.
"It's fake." Aya said plainly, untying the hand off of Yohji's shoulder.
"…Well you never know" Yohji trembled, this really was creepy, it seemed the suspense was killing Ken; it looked like he was going to attack anything that moved.
The Weiß group proceeded on only to run into the sixth wall. Sixth, Ken shivered and turned around splitting off a little.
"We should go…this…way—" Ken's eyes widened as if it would make him be able to see better in the darkness. There was something there, air blowing at him. "AHHH!" Ken screamed and fell over backwards.
"Ken!" Omi cried and rushed over. "AHEEEEEE!"
"What the hell is going on here?" Yohji walked over to where his two friends disappeared. "SHHHIIITTTT!" This gave Aya even more of a bad feeling, so he carefully walking in the same direction, low to the ground until suddenly he felt himself slip, landing harshly on his wounded shoulder. Aya lets out a pained cry and felt himself sliding down a sort of metal shoot, or slide. He felt like he was falling forever, pain shooting through him, and a strange fear. This was…fun…
"Aya are you okay!" Omi's voice broke into Aya's thoughts.
"Aya? Aya!" Ken's warm hands and gently touch found their way onto Aya's body. He recoiled for a moment and then began frantically shaking the redhead. It caused only more pain to enter his body.
"Hnnn…" Aya dragged out the sound and roused.
"It was a metal slide," Omi pointed out.
"Hn…" Aya sighed and sat up, brushing himself off.
"Did something else happen?" Yohji asked curiously, trying to inspect.
"No, I just hit my shoulder."
They wandered on through the darkness until a few people popped out and made the two youngest members jump out of their skin a couple times. Then they came to a flight of stairs and ascended them. At the top there was another dim light, and as Aya turned to face the rest of them, there was a faint smile on his lips. It seemed Aya was getting a kick out of this, out of the rest of them getting scared out of their mind, waiting for a murderer to come out and kill them, or worse someone else to pop out and scare them.
Aya leaned against the wall lightly and then a bit more heavily. His breathing a little ragged from rushing up the two flights of stairs so fast. Then suddenly Aya slid through the wall and hit the ground hard. This Haunted House was dangerous, no wonder none of the kids came here. Aya nicked his shoulder again and winced horrifyingly.
"Where'd Aya go?" Yohji blinked in the dim lighting, "He was just—"
Ken pushed against the wall and tumbled through it, slamming into Aya who had been holding his shoulder. Aya hit the ground again, this time, though; Ken was on top of him. Violet eyes almost seemed to glow at Ken in the complete darkness. Aya made some sort of snort, like Aya was actually almost laughing.
"I'm sorry! What?" Ken asked, trying to locate those glowing eyes.
"It's like this place is trying to torture me as much as possible." Aya snickered, shoving Ken off lightly.
Soon after Omi and Yohji came through the wall and they soon discovered all it was was just a plain room. They left the way they came and continued the rest of the way up the stairs and down a long hallway. There were cells everywhere filled with bloodied people crying for their lives.
Weiß knew blood when they saw it, and that was fake, ketchup for all they knew. Most of the people were definitely play acting, but it sure as hell freaked them out. It was like the people were possessed, their eyes open widen, banging loudly on the bars and shaking chairs and waving shackles.
Aya automatically took the alternate path as far away from the insane people as possible. Yohji moved a step ahead, grinning all the while, his side to the left wall, almost brushing against it. Something grabbed the string of wire that hung off him. Yohji shrieked out a cry of major infuriation. How DARE they touch his wire. The Playboy grabbed at the hand no matter how bloody it was.
"You see, this you don't touch," Yohji scolded and let go of the wailing prisoners hand. It was just creepy…
"Yohji… lets turn left here." Omi murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. At least he wasn't the only one.
Weiß took a left and went on and on in an endless spiral up to the top tower. A strobe light flickered quickly through the room, blinding them almost immediately. Omi, Yohji and Ken looked over the side, and with a smirk Yohji said,
"We could get down this way. All we have to do is—" The rest of Yohji's sentence was cut off by maniacal laughter, echoing through out the whole mansion. It was followed by some strange sound near by, and it only seemed to get closer. Through the white flashing light, Omi, Ken, and Yohji watched as a flash of silver flew out of a black sheath. It danced like a ribbon through the air and froze before it sliced away flesh. Violet eyes showed clearly reflecting in the sharp silver of Aya's katana.
"Wow that sword looks sharp," Came a slightly surprised voice. "Is it real? Are you guys all lost? Here, I'll show you the way out." He laughed nervously and stepped back away from Aya's katana slowly.
Aya blinked, the sharp, murderous shade of purple fading quickly from his eyes. Then there was a smile on Aya's lips and a small laugh that seemed to echo softly. Omi, Ken, and Yohji all turned their heads towards the foreign sound. Did Aya just laugh?
"It's real, it's very real."
---Owari---
I can't believe I just ended it! it's 2:50 in the morning now and I told myself that I was going to finish it! Now I did so hah! Now all I need to finish is Darkness isn't always Evil and the Battle Royale one. To those who like Saiyuki, I'm thinking of starting one finally. Anyway, let me know how you think the story turned out. It is so late I might have gone OOC and not have noticed it. I tend to keep Weiß perfectly IC, but when I get tired... who knows.Reveiw!