Once again, I'm sorry for taking so long. I have to say, even though I know everything I'm going to write, I'm having trouble actually going through with this story. There's that laziness again. Also, I'd like to thank Lilyrose44 for pointing out that mistake in chapter one. Which I've fixed, by the way. But anyway, I've kept you waiting long enough. Now for chapter two!
About an hour later, Garu was inside enjoying breakfast. He had already adressed his wounds (which weren't nearly as bad as he thought they would be), and had finally found a way for himself to relax.
Finally, he thought, scarfing down another mouthful of cereal; Silence.
But then, as if on cue, he heard footsteps outside of his window. He glanced to the side, just in time to see a shadowy figure fly past. He tensed himself for another fight, momentarily forgetting his injuries, until he heard a girlish giggle coming from his bedroom.
"Ugh!" He groaned.
Pucca again? At this point, she usually doen't bother me until lunch. Well, he thought, getting up from his breakfast and making his way to his room, I might as well deal with her now.
Behind the semi-transparent shoji screen, he could make out her basic outline facing him. He turned his head away, just in case she was waiting to kiss him, and flung the door open.
After standing there, waiting for a response, for about a minute, Garu turned around impatiently, facing... An empty room.
That's wierd, he thought, somewhat freaked out. Maybe I hit my head harder than I thought. I'll just finish my breakfast and-
Garu stopped back at the table, staring at the empty spot where his bowl of cereal had been. He barely had time to wonder about this, when he heard a noise coming from the living room, like somthing hitting wood. Curious, he turned around, only to see his cereal on the floor in front of the TV, as if it had been there all along.
Now Garu was a little more than freaked out; he wasn't quite terrified, but still scared. Still, he could think of several logical explanations. He guessed it was just Abyo trying to scare him. He was doing a pretty good job though.
As he entered the living room to finish his breakfast, he heard yet another sound from behind him. When he turned, the bowl that had been directly in from of him seconds ago was back on the kitchen table, exactly where it was to begin with.
However much he tried to hide it, Garu was now terrified, but somehow, he couldn't help but think this all seemed familiar. He began to head back into the kitchen, but right before he reached the table, he spun around lightning fast, trying to catch whoever was doing this in the act. However, instead of seeing the culprit, he saw shuriken, hundreds of them, flying directly at him! Although in panic, Garu thought on his feet; he leapt under the table and toppled it over (sending his cereal clanging to the floor), shielding himself from the approaching weapons. He listened to them each hit the table, sinking one-by-one into the wood. When they finally subsided, he pulled out his katana, ready to face his attacker, and stood in a fighting stance.
However, no one stood to face him. The room was empty. Even the table was exactly the same, and the cereal that should have been spilled all over the floor was now gone completely.
Now Garu remembered why this seemed so familiar. This had all happened before when his house was-
Big mistake, Garu.
Garu gasped. That voice... he thought. It, it couldn't be-
It'll be the last one you'll ever make.
Suddenly, Garu saw Tobe standing in front of him. He was exactly the same as he had been yesterday, five years ago: his mask was off, and he was wearing a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans. What was worse, his scar was bright red and dripping with blood, as if it had just been cut. But what stood out the most was his eyes: they were glowing bright red, and his pupils were snakelike slits.
All Garu could do was watch, frozen with fear, as the apparition slowly came towards him. As he watched, it began to change. Tobe's casual clothing became a white ninja jumper, with stitches right where his heart would have been. His scar dissapeared, his red eyes slowly faded into white, and his face transformed into one he almost recognized. His pupils remained slitted, and his black samurai pontail remained the same.
The man stopped right in front of Garu, the look on his face the strangest blend of emotions. Garu could make out hatred, nostalgia, and... pride? Admiration even? He didn't know.
The man put his hand on Garu's shoulder, his lips parting to reveal a sharp toothed grin, and spoke.
"You are just like your father," he said.
This was all Garu could stand. He may be a firewasp ninja, but when it came to the supernatural, that was where his knowledge ran out. He knew only one way to deal with them:
RUN!
Garu bolted into the living room, running straight through the ghostly figure, out the front door, and away from the house, screaming. It took a LOT to unnerve him, but what he just saw left Garu scared completely of his wits. He ran down the dirt path towards town, leaving his stomach growling and his house at the mercy of whoever (or whatever) he had seen.
He had no IDEA why he just saw what he did, or exactly what he saw, even. The only thing he was sure about was that, once again, his house was being haunted.
Hope you liked it! Hopefully, the next chapter won't take so long, but until then, don't forget to REVIEW! Like I said, it's your reviews that keep me going! :)
Wait, what are you still doing here? You should be clicking that review button! And what am I still doing here? I should be working on chapter three!
I guess we BOTH have better things to do, so I'll see you soon. Hopefully.
