His amethyst eyes widened. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him now; blood splattered all over the floor, armless bodies lying everywhere, and the owner of the room himself was cutting some hands from its body with maniacal grin on his face.

When that light-haired teen turned to see the intruder who has opened the door, his grin widened.

"Ooh! Ea! Are you going to join me to make a beautiful garden now? I'm glad that you will!"

That's not what his mean! He'd never ever do it—even in his pitiful life!

"Or are you going to be the 'flower' of my garden, just like what they're going to…?"

There's no way he wanted to lose his hands to a psychopath in front of him now!

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Their Daily Lives

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Genre: Family – Friendship

Rate: T

Warning(s): AU, gore scene implied, and grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer: 07-Ghost belongs to Yukino Ichihara and Yukino Amemiya. Kyoufu Gaaden a.k.a Fear Garden belongs to its owner as well.

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Story 5

~Fear Garden~

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Run, run, run, RUN—He had to run now! Or else, he's dead!

"Ea~? Where are you~?"

He hid himself in the closet. That dark-haired teen had to restrain his breathe so that the sensitive-hearing psychopath wouldn't know that he was sitting there, not even dare to stand since his legs was shaking furiously. Ea's mind was still processing the event he saw before: first, he came into that loafer's room to ask him where the other residents were. Then, he saw with his own eyes that Landkarte was mutilating the others' body—particularly their arms, which the loafer put in pots like he was planting flowers.

/Well, come to think of it, those hands look like blooming flowers, though./

His once relaxed body stiffened again when he heard the footsteps that came toward his place. Along with the childish voice that calling his name over and over again, his heartbeat became faster than usual—not in excitement, but in fear.

"Ea~? Are you inside here~?"

/Crap—I'm going to be—/

"Hm… Should I open this door? Or not? Or should I? Or not?" And he repeated it many times, until Ea heard a soft yet annoyed sigh from outside. "Nah. My fingers won't approve me to do it. Maybe I should go to his room—oh, or the library? It's fixed then; Ea's not here!" After that, even when he heard the footsteps walked away from his place, Ea couldn't let out a relieved breath. He covered his mouth with his left hand, while the other hand turned on his phone's silent mode and started to text a message to the stoic, grey-haired teen who was far away from this place now.

…or at least, that was his hope. He would run to roof and commit suicide instantly if he knew that Krowell too was killed by that-loafer-turned-out-to-be-psychopath.

A moment later, a familiar ringtone can be heard next to the place where he sat.

Ea's amethyst eyes widened. /It can't be…/

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Landkarte puffed his cheeks like a sulking children when he couldn't find Ea, even though he had wandered all the places in the manor. "He's very good at playing hide-and-seek, isn't he?"

But several seconds later, his grin appeared again when he heard a familiar shocked scream from behind.

"But he's not that good at restraining his scream, is he?"

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His amethyst eyes widened in shock. He had come out from his hiding place now, since there's a familiar headless and armless body sat right next to his sitting place back then.

And that ringtone came out from inside the jacket the body wore, by the way.

Ea was about run to the roof, but a pair of hand covered his eyes from behind and chuckled amusedly. "Surprised when you know that you've been sitting beside a corpse for a while, aren't you?"

Ea dared not to speak.

"Now, now. Be a good boy and follow my instruction, okay?"

He dared not to move.

"Ah. So scared until you can't speak or move, aren't you?"

If only this wasn't a serious time, an imaginary arrow would stick on his head now.

"Then, should I make you join the other in my garden as my flower?"

A pain appeared on his left shoulder, and Ea screamed.

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A moment later, when he opened his eyes, it's morning already. He thanked the alarm he set up last night mentally, took his uniform, and prepared himself to go to school.

That, until he passed the kitchen and saw a certain loafer was slicing something happily there.

His face became shocked again.

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Landkarte turned around to get the ingredients he needed to make breakfast when he saw his comrade was standing in front of the door, eyes widened in shock and body trembled heavily. Haven't realized that he's still holding a knife, he waved the hand which was holding the knife happily with cheerful smile on his face. "Morning, Ea! It's my turn to make breakfast now, want to lend me a hand?"

Only to be replied with a terrified shriek from the said boy.

After Ea ran away from him, he could only blink his eyes in curiosity.

"What the hell is wrong with him today? I'm just asking him to help me to make some fried eggs, anyway."

If only you knew about his nightmare that involving you and a garden full of bloody hands in pots last night, Landkarte…

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The End.

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Omake!

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"Um, Ea?"

Ea turned his head anxiously, only to find Krowell standing next to his table with a small sweats hanging behind his head. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Krowell took out his cell phone, and showed the dark-haired teen his reflection there. "See what I mean? With that panda eyes and pale skin and grumpy tone of yours, everyone almost thought that you've been turned into a vampire, you know?"

Ea sighed heavily. "Just got a nightmare last night…"

"Nightmare?"

"Yeah."

"Does that involving Landkarte with garden full of bloody hands in pots?"

Those amethyst eyes widened. "How did you know?"

Krowell was almost face-palmed when he received that answer. "If someone like you watches Fear Garden music video before going to sleep, no doubt you'll get that kind of nightmare, Ea."

Ea just mumbled something incoherently and rested his head on table after that.

"By the way, we are going to cook something at today home economics class, aren't we?"

Ea's premonition appeared again.

"Landkarte is the one who'll bring the knives, isn't he?" Krowell asked another student and got a nod as a reply. "Do you bring your own—eh? Ea?" When he turned his attention to Ea again, the dark-haired boy had disappeared.

"…when did he run, anyway?"

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Really the end now.