A/n: Look how slow I am, I have so much to write but I am writing a second chapter for this fic. AND again I am horrible at first person, lack a beta so this story is going with bad grammar and spelling, but I promise you all, as soon as I find one, I will have them look over the first chapter, and any chapter there-after. Anyway, forgive my bad story telling, honestly there is better stories out there, mine is just my own attempt at writing my beloved's death. (And I realize I am a crazy youngin' who likes a dead, old guy. xD)

Disclaimer: I do not own Fatal Frame 2. I will never own it, if I did, Seijiro would be a more acknowledging ghost in his un Kusabi form, that way you can talk to him like Itsuki-kun!

Warning: This is going to be a violent fic that in later or now chapters, just heeding you all before you read. But then again, it should be nothing different than when you played the video games.

Chapter 2: hints of a sacrifice.

Ryozo was up earlier than I, but then again the boy slept before I had even laid myself down for the attempt. When I awoke my senses were assaulted with the smell of his cooking, it took me a bit to get up, my old age was sadly catching up to me in these crisp mountain mornings. I made my way down stairs, tying my sashel around my waist and bowing to the Kiryu lady before settling at the table.

"Makabe-sensei… I was out roaming around earlier, I thought I'd get a head start researching this villages rituals, and I found a few books you might be interested in. Sadly, they are not entire collection, but it should help. Also, I found some more statues, this time in less dismay as the ones outside. You should probably check it out…" He handed me the book, it was old and it belonged to the Kiryu's no doubt. I placed it down, and stood bowing again to the lady, avoiding his cooking and heading for the door.

"Ryozo, I will check them out. I shall be back in a few hours, after all; every evidence should be carefully studied… But where are they exactly?" I noticed Ryozo didn't need time to think he just stood cleaning my plate and looked to me.

"They are scattered about the village, but the most lie around the autumn shrine (Kureha shrine)." I merely nodded and scarcely noted the hints or worry in the boys face. That day the village was serene, the people were out and now seemed to accept us, well if you can call just merely staring as they headed off towards the fields 'accepting'.

But it was normal, after all we did come about a village with little contact, to suddenly have two visitors, being nosey about customs I would also not trust them. I stopped before the smaller bridge leading to the distant shrine, and studied carefully the many statues aligned along the side of the path. They were interesting, but they held a meaning over their beauty. I reached a hand out, gently feeling the texture, to see if any unseen images had been corroded. But they had not, each had depicted two girls, bound together. It must have been minutes before I spotted a few kids running about, no doubt playing some game of hide and go seek.

Never the one to not ask anyone for answer, I took hold of a young boy by his shoulder and knelt to a less threatening posture. "What are these statues for?" It was a simple question I thought, and I was gifted with a pretty good answer.

"There to… honor our village god sir." He pulled away from my grasp and ran, looking for the other boy and girl in red. I had a feeling they played like this often. I looked to them a few more minutes, then walked around town, noting the few that indeed were scattered next to buildings, but on the paths and in plain view.

It was nearly night again when I returned back to the Kiryu residence, Ryozo was sitting by a table reading a book, he was chewing his lip and looked nervous or upset. I settled next to him, grabbing the book he had found for me earlier and thought to make small talk. "What's wrong Ryozo, still nervous?"

"No I just haven't seen my friend yet… But I am sure there is a good excuse for it." I nodded and started reading the text, it proved interesting after all. It was a book about the statues, and no doubt linking them to a ritual. Something called the crimson sacrifice. Well it was time to once again, write another journal entry.

"The guardian deity statues in this area are different in that

they are engraved with Shrine Maidens. The village children say

that the statues honor the god of the village. Also, a book in the

house links the statues to something called the "Crimson Sacrifice".

Maybe the Forbidden Ritual is related to this "Crimson Sacrifice"..."

A/n: Please review and I'll add another chapter, sorry for the shortness!