Kusaka's lips curved in a slight, sly smile, and he took a slow, deliberate step back. Toshiro took a step forward, and Kusaka promptly turned and fled. Toshiro ran after him, deeper and deeper into the fog.
Every step he took though, Kusaka seemed to fade into the fog's depths more and more, until his figure vanished altogether.
Toshiro ran on for a couple of seconds, but soon gave up. He knew he had no hope of finding his old friend now. Toshiro turned at the sound of a quiet, scared whimpering. He looked around, then followed the sound, though he was having some trouble due to the fog.
He soon came to the source and was shocked to see Momo, sitting on a bench, tears of pure fear threatening to spill. Toshiro decided now was not the time to question her.
Instead, he walked over to her and sat beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder. He knew he wasn't that good at providing comfort, but he had to try, right?
"What happened here, Momo?" he asked in a quiet, but no-nonsense manner.
"Demons… They weren't Hollows, either… There was one with its lungs clear out of its chest… and a dog… two heads… snake tongues… tearing into something… blood was everywhere… Toshiro, where are we?" She weakly whispered.
Toshiro sighed quietly. "This is why you shouldn't have come. We're in Silent Hill." He said. Momo looked down. "Seems like Hell to me…" She whispered. Toshiro didn't reply.
The fog got deeper as night quickly approached. Toshiro stood up; judging by what Momo had seen, it wouldn't be smart to stay out at night. Momo also stood up, and she walked next to Toshiro, trying to hide her fear as they walked into the forest.
Both took to separate trees, and despite her fear, Momo quickly fell asleep. But for Toshiro, no sleep would come. Things were prowling in this forest, and the recollection of his past dream didn't help anything.
Within the fog, someone you care about shall die a horrible death.
As morning came, the sun pierced the darkness, albeit only a little, and a lone wolf howled, which instantly woke Momo. She looked around to see Toshiro looking out into the fog, deep in his own thoughts. She decided not to disturb him, and she closed her eyes again.
"Momo. It's time to go." Toshiro finally said. Momo opened her eyes and looked around before jumping out of her tree. Toshiro did the same. Nothing stirred and nothing made a sound. Not one bird chirped, not one leaf rustled. The two Soul Reapers walked silently, as if there were great consequence if they were to break the cold silence.
Suddenly, Toshiro heard something shuffling ahead. He grabbed Hyourinmaru and tensed. Something was out there, and odds were, it wasn't normal by any means.
He soon saw one of the monsters Momo had described; a large, sleek dog prowled forward, two heads growling, bloody teeth flashing, snake-like tongues slipping out. Their flesh was torn and bloody, gleaming muscles rippled as they slowly stalked forward.
Quickly and with out warning, it shot forward, and Toshiro stabbed it right between the two heads, in it's soft, fleshy, partially torn neck. It yelped as blood gushed, and fell to the ground, instantly dead.
Momo shivered. "What should we call those things?" She asked cautiously. Toshiro shrugged. "Other than a monster?" He remarked. Momo sighed. "Now now, don't get testy." She replied.
Finally, Momo decided to call the dogs 'Venom', due to their Snake-like tongues and their slow prowl. The two walked on, and Toshiro's thoughts wandered back to the cemetery. What had Kusaka been doing there? How was he there in the first place? He had been killed twice... Hadn't he?
Toshiro shook his head. The more he thought about the past events, the more his thoughts clouded.
Here in Silent Hill, anything can happen... He thought.
By the time the Soul Reapers had found a town, their swords were caked with Venom blood. Momo shivered at the sight of her sword, but Toshiro didn't care at the moment. Even though everything was deathly quiet, he felt like some one or something was stalking them...
"How do you feel, Momo?" He asked. He was secretly hoping he wasn't the only one who felt so trapped. She looked down at the ground. "Fine... Nervous, but fine." She softly said.
Toshiro looked around. Was he paranoid? Partially. Was he crazy? No. Something was following them; he just didn't know what or why. He just had the creepy feeling of being prey, and he hated every second. He whirled around as a voice seemed to whisper, "Hello, Toshiro..." Momo glanced at Toshiro.
"What is it?" She asked, her head tilted slightly in confusion. Toshiro quickly broke into a run, following the voice only he could hear, and Momo watched in utter confusion.
Toshiro soon stopped in the middle of the cracked, basically destroyed road. "Where are you? Show yourself!" He called out, looking around. Kusaka stepped out from the shadows.
"Hey... Found me, huh? Well, you left your friend out in the fog. Knowing your luck with friends-" His eyes shined dangerously, "-She's probably already being devoured."
Toshiro stared in shock, then growled, "This isn't over, Kusaka..." Then turned and flashstepped back, just hoping he wasn't too late. Why didn't he demand she go back, like his instincts had told? WHY did he even leave her all alone in the first place?
By the time he returned, two venoms dogs were circling Momo, and she held Tobiume in front of her cautiously. Fresh blood already laced the blade, and one venom dog already lay at Momo's feet, dead.
"Frost into the heavens-" The venom leapt, "-Hyourinmaru!" An ice dragon's long body flew out from the tip of Toshiro's blade, instantly freezing the two monsters on contact. The ice shattered, leaving the broken and mangled bodies of the remaining dogs.
Toshiro sheithed his Zanpaku-to, as did Momo after a quick glance around. "Thanks, Toshiro." She said gratefully. Toshiro let out a quiet breath-He hadn't even realized he was holding it- and shrugged. "Just be careful from now on." Momo blinked. "But you're the one who left me here..." She said softly.
Toshiro was about to retort, but the realization hit him head on. She was right. He had just left his friend as dog bait while he chased after something said friend didn't even seem to notice. His best friend was almost killed... because of him.
"You're right..." Toshiro whispered. Momo stared. Had he really just said that?
"Are you alright, Toshiro?" She asked, an eyebrow raised. He finally looked up from his thoughts and shook his head. "Just... Stick with me, alright?" He asked. Momo nodded, and Toshiro turned to look deep into the fog. As he did so, he could swear he heard a soft, cold chuckling. Toshiro flinched as he heard the soft words enter his mind.
The dawn is approaching. The dawn of a new era. The sky will turn red with faded blood, and life as you know it shall end.