A/N : Damn. Just, damn. I realized that I shouldn't have just republish my chapters, because they suck so much I can't make out what I am doing myself, but the fault has been made, and now please enjoy while I try to think of a way to make everything better. I'll try, really. If you just leave me like this, I'm sure I'll cry...and then...and then...pause the HetaOni video to wipe my tears. I've watched the walkthrough over and over again and I still can't get any decent ideas, I get more tears instead.
Reviews :
StarLike Shadow : Well, glad you enjoyed. I hope you're not getting impatient, but I guess you are, for I am myself. My bad. -_-
Poopies : Lol poopies. I'm sorry, I like your name, honestly. It's funny, and I hope it's meant to be so. If it's not, sorry I offended you. I won't say 'no offense', because if you are offended you are already offended. You like horror huh? I was planning so, but my unawesome writing skills fail me so. I feel like hitting myself in the head with 'UNAWESOME' carved on a lead block.
Awesome Guest : Awesome is one of my favourite English words. It's just so…awesome. Not too good, eh? I'll try to improve. You have…hopes for me? Don't put them too high, but I'll do my best. Describing is my weakness, and you've noticed it, does it mean it is no longer an obvious secret? Yeah, don't eat his onigiri, I'll share some of mine with you.
~ Beginning of Chapter ~
Yamamoto froze as the heavy rack was shoved right onto him. The roar ringing in his ears made him dizzy, but his body decided not to wait for his mind to command, and he slid right out of harm's way. The ground shook as the bookshelf narrowly missed him and crashed onto the floor. Clambering up frantically, he came face to face with a grey giant, resembling the creatures carved on the statues, but larger and scarier. Its large head bobbed lightly on its long, thin neck, and it made its head look too heavy for its neck to support. Its sunken eyes narrowed dangerously, gleaming a dark, eerie green. It looked like an alien, with long claws and a bulky frame. Hissing angrily, it snapped its jaws at Yamamoto, drool splattering all around it through ugly, yellow teeth lined in its big mouth. It made its way towards Yamamoto, who had long lost his cool, but too afraid to move. The monster before him looked a lot like what he had seen on television with Gokudera who told him that, "If you stay completely still, it might not see you under its nose."
You can't hide, I see everything.
…except the fact that this monster before him was hunched, its head level to his.
Yamamoto could no longer remain still. The being was approaching him, its feet tearing through the carpet below them. It raised its head up high, its mouth opened so wide it could swallow the boy whole, and striked down from on top Yamamoto.
"What on earth!" Thanks to his agility trained for baseball and swordsmanship, he barely dodged the creature by rolling across the floor, though his left arm was tore open. Pushing himself off the ground he dashed to the door, turning the knob and at the same time pulling at it.
Click. Click.
Fear drained the colour on Yamamoto's perspired face. It was locked. He rummaged both the pockets on his shirt, they were empty, "The key!"
You cannot escape.
Wheeling around upon a loud snarl from the monster, Yamamoto took the opportunity to unsheathe his sword, his ring aflame, "Yarazu no Ame!"
The weapon propelled right through the creature's throat. It hissed in pain and backed away, leaving a path for Yamamoto to escape. Yamamoto scrambled to where he went before, but there was no key on the desk. He searched the floor where he escaped from the first strike of the monster, but there was nothing else under the mess of books, "Damn it! It can't be under this shelf!" Yamamoto cursed under his breath as he knelt down onto the floor for the key. A dim shimmer caught his eyes, and he noticed the key under the table. Letting out a relieved sigh, he grabbed it and stood up, before the desk was smashed by the fist of the enraged monster.
You cannot escape!
It tore at its throat, where the blade was, its dark blood spraying around it, but the wound was too small for it to get the sword out with its big hands.
Yamamoto made a beeline to the exit, the monster hot on his heels, screeching a shrill note behind. He heard it tear through bookshelves and stone of the statues, but he dared not look back. His shaking hands fumbled with the key and knob, before it opened with a successful click. Rushing out and slamming the door shut, he slid down against the door, out of breath.
Quite a few minutes had passed, but Yamamoto remained sitting by the door, clutching on the wound on his arm to stop the bleeding. He then tore off the hem of his shirt, and tied the fabric around the cut, hoping it wouldn't be infected. He somehow knew that the monster couldn't come out, because if it could, it would long ago. He rested his head on the plank of wood that separated him and the creature, wary of any sound in the room, but there was none. He was surrounded by utter silence, aside from his own heavy breaths that is. He couldn't sense the monster anymore. There were no more footsteps, which the creature was too heavy to hide them, or the wet breathing it had. Maybe it disappeared? Yamamoto thought, maybe it was a ghost after all?
He finally decided that a small peek wouldn't cause much harm, for if the creature was still in there he could just shut the door and lock it from outside. Pulling himself off the ground, he pushed the door open with a soft creak. The room was surprisingly no longer in a mess, the bookshelves were standing back in their original positions, the table was still whole and unharmed, the objects scattered on it remained untouched, the statues still glared through his soul, and the room, was empty after all. It was as if he and the monster had never been there.
Yamamoto looked around for any signs of life, and went inside after confirming there was none. As soon as he began to search for his weapons, he stepped only something light, a metallic clink coming from under his foot, "My Shigure Kintoki!" It was still in the form of a katana, but there was not a trace of blood on it. After he picked it up it transformed back into its bamboo form.
He prepared to depart before a glimmer caught his attention. There was an intricate key on the desk under a pile of papers, which said 'Bedroom 3, Second Floor'. Pushing the papers aside, Yamamoto picked up the key, "The floor senpai and Kyoko are at, there could be an exit there…"
A paper fluttered off the desk next to his foot. He took the paper and read through it. It was full of scribbly words and drawings of continuous poses of a man with a katana. 'Toss the sword in the air and leap to evade ground attacks, before grabbing the sword and thrusting it down from on top of the opponent. Land.', was written in larger font, thus grabbing Yamamoto's attention immediately. Not wanting to waste any time reading the unclear scrawling, Yamamoto looked through the pictures drawn below the words. It was of a faceless man, evading the grey being he had encountered, before bringing his weapon down. There were remains of the last drawing, but the bigger rest was torn away. Setting the paper back onto the desk, he proceeded to exit.
Yamamoto headed to the beginning of the stairs. There was a strange aura of dread suffocating him in the building he was trapped, and he had to find a way out, fast.
You cannot escape.
"I should go wash my wound first," Yamamoto decided as he sauntered to the bathroom on the left corridor. Relief calmed him down as his eyes adjusted to the brighter lighting. He stopped at the bathroom door, looking down at the gap at the bottom of the door, 'Did I switch off the light just now?'
He pushed the door open. Feeling insecure in the dark, he fumbled for the switch, letting out a relieved hum before flicking it on. At the exact moment, his mind told him to duck, and he did. His instincts had proven themselves right for numerous times, so he believed them this time too.
Crash.
"Not again."
The creature growled, and withdrew its claw from the dent it had made in the wall where the swordsman's head was a second ago.
You cannot escape!
Snarling, it swiped its long arm at Yamamoto, who backed off to dodge it. The creature hissed, closing in and extending its claw at Yamamoto, who was then sent flying into the wall outside the bathroom.
Yamamoto shut his eyes and winced in pain upon the contact of his injured arm with the concrete wall. His eyes flew open as he heard a screech right by his ears, but he saw nothing but the dark of the room. Unsheathing his sword, he stood by the door and reached for the switch.
"It's gone?" Yamamoto wondered in disbelief as he stepped into the bathroom. The creature had disappeared into thin air. Screw wound-washing, checking out the bedroom and chance getting out immediately seemed to be a better choice.
Once Yamamoto reached the second floor, he suddenly felt the need to check on the Sasagawa siblings. He jogged to the room they were in. The door was open a crack, strangely. Worried, he entered with his sword ready.
"S-Senpai?" Yamamoto was confused when he saw a large iron door instead of the closet from earlier, "Are you in there?"
"Yamamoto, is it?" Ryohei's voice was muffled and crackly. He sighed loud enough for Yamamoto to hear through the door.
"Are you alright, senpai? Why are you in there?" Yamamoto knocked on the iron door. Closing in to hear Ryohei more clearly, he was taken aback by Ryohei suddenly punching the door, "Senpai! What's wrong? Is Kyoko in there too?" Yamamoto suddenly realized that he had not heard the girl.
"No," Ryohei replied sulkily, "I fell asleep just now, and when I woke up, Kyoko's gone and the extremely ugly monster I had seen was looking at me from the door. I couldn't escape so I hid in here, but then I realized, that- that- Kyoko might be-"
"Calm down, senpai!" Yamamoto yelled, "She must have run away from the monster, let's go look for her!"
"But Yamamoto…" Ryohei called out weakly, and it made Yamamoto worry.
"What is it, senpai? Are you hurt?"
"I'm…"
"Don't tell me you're really hurt too! Then I guess I'll just go look for her myself."
"Ah, no, I'm not hurt, wait -were you hurt by the monster? Are you dying?!"
"Don't worry, senpai, it's just a scratch. What did you want to tell me just now?"
"Oh, I'm extremely hungry. Can you find something for me to eat?"
"Huh?"
"I can't even find the strength to move. Can you be extremely helpful and get me something?"
Yamamoto ran his hand through his wet hair, "Okay, but I don't think there's anything to eat here…Wait for a while, senpai, I'll be right back."
"Something to eat…" Yamamoto thought for a while and decided to go down to the kitchen, where at least some ingredients should be available. As he reached the staircase, however, he heard some noise from the opposite hallway. Ready with his weapon, he approached the source of the sound, which came from a room. Suddenly remembering himself with a key, he tried it out on the door. It was unlocked.
The room was wide but empty, with a bookshelf and a bed. There were no windows or emergency exits Yamamoto was looking for. Yamamoto had looked around before closing the door, lest he got trap with another monster, who knew how many of them were in the house. Relocking it and holding the key in his hand, he began his first step further away from the door, the floor creaking loudly under him.
"I-It's here a-again…"
"Shh, don't cry."
"W-What should we d-do…"
"Don't worry, I can handle it."
"But-"
"I said shut up!"
Upon hearing the whispers from behind a bed, he recognized the owners right away. Without much thinking he walked over to them, the floorboards groaning with every step he took.
"Die!" Gokudera leapt up, his dynamites ready in hand, but luckily yet to be ignited, "Yamamoto!"
"Yeah! It's me!" Yamamoto backed away, raising his hands in defense.
"Don't scare me like that!" Gokudera put away his weapons from where they came from, and pulled a distressed Haru up from the floor beside him, who was wailing by now. He patted his shirt for any dust, and glared at Yamamoto, "I thought you were the stark-naked UMA we met just now!"
"U-UMA?"
"Hell yeah! It was tall and ugly, with a big ass and scary face! It was stone coloured and looked nothing like human! We thought it was some haunted house tricks but it came at us, so we all tried to run, but kinda forgot you, but then the door wouldn't open and we split up and ran and ran! It didn't chase us both but we thought it was safer to hide somewhere so-"
"Calm down, Gokudera! I know what you're talking about already!"
"You do?" The bomber suddenly blushed a dark pink, "How embarrassing!" He muttered to himself, looking away.
"Yamamoto-kun!" Haru sobbed as she threw herself at Yamamoto, blabbering and crying messily, "I thought you were killed and- and-"
"Get a grip of yourself, woman!" Gokudera yelled as he pulled Haru away from Yamamoto, "Stop clinging onto everyone you see! Let's go find Jyuudaime now! Hurry!"
He stopped dead in his tracks, facing the door, "Y-Yamamoto…"
"Hm?" Yamamoto had rummaged his pockets for his box weapon, his ring lit on his finger. He was ready to open the box when Gokudera continued shakily, "Do you hear something coming this way?"
"Ah? Not really." Yamamoto released Kojirou as he said so, the swallow chirping enthusiastically before landing on his shoulder, "Hey, Gokudera, I think we should always have our box weapons ready. I don't know if there's any more-"
"Shut up, baseball idiot!" Gokudera whispered, before turning back and pressing Haru's shoulders, forcing her to sit onto the floor, where she hid with him earlier, "Stay here."
Haru stared up at the silver-haired, and nodded as she hugged her knees close to herself and ducked as low as she could.
Hiss.
Gokudera released Uri from one of the boxes on his waist. The feline, for once, obediently crouched down low on the floor, getting into battle stance along with its owner.
Yamamoto, though confused, unsheathed his sword as well, "Gokudera, what-"
Thud.
Thud.
"Get ready, Yamamoto. It's coming."
Found you.
Click.
You cannot escape.
Crash.
~ End of Chapter ~
Mannaggia. Stupid me.
I have absolutely nothing else to say.
Hime-chan.