A/N : Slight changes were made. By slight I mean very slight. I decide to post all I've once written in one day and continue with the fourth chapter and so on. I hope I can.

Enjoy.

~ Beginning of Chapter ~

"K-Kyoko?" The voice was hoarse and cracked, as if the owner had been crying. The closet in the room shook suddenly, before opening a small crack. Yamamoto headed over to fling the doors open, "Senpai!"

In the surprisingly spacious closet, Ryohei sat trembling, teeth chattering loudly. He hugged his knees and buried half his face in his arms, sheer fear flickering in his eyes. As his gaze finally found his sister hovering worriedly over him, a shaky breath escaped his lips, "Kyoko…"

"Why are you hiding here, senpai?" Yamamoto asked as Kyoko reached into the closet to comfort her brother, who clutched her hand and muttered incoherent words. Yamamoto pushed the doors open wider, "Come on out!"

Kyoko shook her head at the swordsman as her brother remained a quivering heap, "I think Brother's breaking down, Yamamoto-kun. Can you bring him some water to calm himself down? I'll stay here with him."

Yamamoto's confused gaze lingered on his senior for a while, before he nodded at the girl, smiling, "Okay!" Shutting the door behind him, he decided to head to the kitchen, where water would definitely be available.

Heading down the stairs, Yamamoto realized that the sky was getting darker. It was the perfect atmosphere needed in this said to be haunted house. As soon as he dismissed the thought, he was at the end of the staircase. Jogging down the eerie corridor leading to the kitchen, his heart raced as he heard footsteps behind him. They were heavy, the floorboards whining under the feet. Upon reaching the lit kitchen, however, silence took over. He was alone.

Are you?

Yamamoto got a glass from the cupboard and held it under the sink faucet, twisting the tap. It gurgled and spluttered, but not a drop of water dripped out. Setting the glass by the sink, he scratched the back of his neck, "It's not working?"

He twitched as he felt the hair on the back of his neck rising, and he shuddered. There was someone breathing behind him. He had had his sword sheathed behind his back, so reaching it would leave him vulnerable for any strikes. Exhaling a shallow breath, he stood still for a few seconds, before wheeling around, unsheathing his bamboo sword as it shed into a katana, preparing him for the Shibuki Ame he had in mind.

No one. He was alone after all.

Are you?

Yamamoto decided it was better to keep his sword in hand just in case. He took the glass with him and left for any possible water sources. Having remembered that he had not checked the doors at the end of the left hallway where they encountered the creature, he decided to test his luck. Maybe if he was quiet enough and didn't open the door where the grey being went into, it would be safe.

The door opposite the creature's location was unlocked. There was light in the room too. Pushing it open, Yamamoto found out that it was a bathroom. He went over to a water tank, only to find it empty. Next to it was a toilet bowl. Yamamoto stared into the bowl, his reflection clear on the water surface. A crooked smile tugged on his lips, this is water too, right? He chuckled awkwardly to himself, "I can't be too hasty, maybe I- ah!" Only did he notice a sink sitting alone in a dark corner. It was covered in cobwebs, and was cracked in half. He twisted the tap, but it ignored him. Patting it a few times, it shook, and water gushed into the glass he hastily held under the source, "Luckily it's not broken!"

Yamamoto held the glass of water to himself for a closer inspection, "This is some strange water, though. Is it really…" The liquid was clean and completely see-through, but it was the bubbles that scared Yamamoto. The water was cool, so it couldn't be boiling. It looked like some sort of acid he had accidentally splashed on Gokudera once, it was fortunate the bomber leapt away screaming and cursing in Italian, for the chemical had left dents on the floor where it came in contact with, "but it came from a tap, maybe it's fine."

Yamamoto headed back upstairs, and went straight into the room he had left Ryohei and Kyoko, "Senpai, I brought you some water!" He grinned as he shut the door behind him with his back against it, before handing the glass over to Kyoko. He then took off the sling that he had used to keep his sword, and tied it on his waist, then strapping the sword on the left.

Kyoko thanked Yamamoto before sitting down on the bed beside her brother, who she had persuaded out of the closet. Ryohei looked at the bubbling liquid, more sweat rolling down his forehead, "This water l-looks extremely s-suspicious to me…"

"Well," Yamamoto shrugged, "I got it from a tap, so it's not filtered, but judging by the colour I suppose it's water."

Ryohei nodded, accepting Yamamoto's explanation, and drank the water in one gulp. He then gave the empty glass to Kyoko, and sighed, "Finally, I think I've calmed down. Drinking this water's extremely effective!"

"Good to know," Kyoko smiled in relief, but she was still curious about her brother's earlier situation, "Brother, did something happen? Did you see something evil?"

"Ah! I saw- I saw-" Ryohei began to stutter, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Both Yamamoto and Kyoko thought it was a better idea if they let Ryohei pull himself together before asking any more questions.

"I guess I'll go find a way out for us," Yamamoto headed to the door, before Kyoko called after him, "Yamamoto-kun! I found this on the bedside table there," Kyoko handed Yamamoto a golden key, with the word 'Library' and under it 'First Floor' ornately carved on the handle, "Maybe you can try it out downstairs."

"No problem," Yamamoto received the key and slipped it into his chest pocket, "but I doubt there's an exit on the first floor though. I'll still go check it out." With a wave of his hand, he opened the door and left, shutting it firmly behind him.

As Yamamoto walked down the stairs, he caught a glimpse at a long shadow downstairs. It surely belonged to something big, and was moving away slowly. He was certain it didn't belong to Gokudera, Tsuna or Haru, so was it the grey thing he had seen? He gripped onto his sword, and relaxed as his weapon radiated a soothing feeling through his palm to his whole being.

Yamamoto stopped at the end of the stairs. He made the decision to go down the right hallway from the entrance, lest he chanced to face the grey giant, which he was quite uncertain if it was a visual effect of a haunted house. It looked so real.

The way he took was an easy one, for there was only one room except the kitchen down the dark hallway. He rummaged his pocket for the key, and fit it into the keyhole of the room door. It unlocked with a small click, and he put the key back into his pocket before entering.

Behind the heavy door, a vast room awaited him. The library was painted white as well, with red carpets covering the floorboards. There were no windows, so aside of the flickering candles on the walls, the room had no light. Rows and rows of bookshelves lined neatly on the left of the room, with a large messy desk in front of them. On the right was what looked like pillars and statues of similar menacing creatures, each with a round head, sunken eyes and a wide hollow mouth.

Yamamoto swallowed. He stared back at the statues glaring at him, and chose to look away instead. He walked over to the desk, which was littered with parchments instead of paper, old books, feather quills instead of pens. Strangely though, there was no ink for the quills, but the tips of the sharpened feathers were all a dark red, as if dipped in blood. He concluded that this place had been around for a long time, or it was simply a setting for a haunted house. He looked around for a while more, before spotting something small and white on the table.

"Onigiri!" Yamamoto exclaimed, as his stomach grumbled on cue. His eyes were almost sparkling as his mouth watered. Without hesitation he unwrapped the onigiri and popped it into his mouth, "It's good!" With that he decided to leave.

Creak.

Creak.

Yamamoto halted. The sound came from behind the bookshelf he was at. He gulped and looked at the shelf, as if he could look through it by staring hard enough. He scanned his surroundings, his gaze suddenly drawn to one of the statues. It must be his imagination, maybe it was how it should be in a haunted house. The effects were perfect, in his opinion, for he was almost paralyzed by fear. 'Maybe I should leave this place.'

Thud.

Yamamoto didn't dare move. He was followed from across the shelf.

Huff.

A gasp escaped his lips as he heard the loud breathing.

Heard you.

He should be alone.

Are you?

A deafening roar shook the room as the bookshelf toppled, right on top of the startled Yamamoto.

You cannot escape.

'…maybe eating that onigiri it was saving for itself was a bad idea after all.'

~ End of Chapter ~

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Hime-chan.