And we're back again! I just love this. It's so fun writing this particular story. I should have tried horror a long time ago. Read, Enjoy and Review for me, yeah?
Ura waited calmly, pacing her room slowly as she glanced to the door. She knew that Omote wouldn't be murdered, but it didn't stop her from worrying. Her facial features were completely composed, but that didn't mean she was completely calm.
Just then, Omote walked through the door, slightly out of breath. Ura released a sigh of relief and smiled at her sister, pulling her close. Omote was shaking slightly and Ura guessed that it was from the adrenaline coursing through her.
"Where did you go?" Ura inquired.
"Looking for any clues." Omote murmured, her head down.
"Did you find anything?"
"No, nothing." Ura nodded and sighed.
"So, there's nothing just yet pointing to the murderer?"
"Nothing aside from what you found."
Ura nodded and let a small smirk flit across her lips. "They're pretty efficient then, huh?"
Omote, despite the situation, let out a soft huff of laughter. "Yeah, I guess so."
As the pair turned to their beds, determined to get at least a little bit of sleep, they felt a chill run down their spines. "Oh no!" Omote whimpered.
"Not again!" Ura groaned, turning towards the door. "Here goes…"
Down the hall, Fang-Fang was helping Xia-Ling with his offensive swordsmanship. Working the blonde boy through the steps, Fang-Fang shook his head at the insults his best friend kept muttering about the albino Akashiya twin.
High above, a tile moved in the ceiling and two red eyes peeked out. The red eyes surveyed the two boys below, watching the swordplay. The blonde one wearing the hat was what captivated them and that was the person they were most focused on. He had said a lot of bad things. He was still angry, but that did not warrant such insults. He would not go unpunished.
The feminine one turned away, putting the coins in his pocket and looking through the refreshments of the small fridge in the room. This was a perfect chance. Dropping from the ceiling, the figure advanced. The boy turned, his eyes widening at the sight of her. She grinned at him, leaping forward and using her claws to rip off his lips. This also brought her close enough to muffle his scream of pain. Taking the lasso from her shoulder, she tossed it into the ceiling and began her ascension.
The boy began struggling, realizing what was going to happen to him if he didn't get free. His hat fell from his head and landed with a soft flutter. The other boy, the one that looked like a girl, he turned around about then. His eyes widened as he watched his friend disappear into the ceiling and she gave him a fanged smile, knowing the shadows were too dense for him to see her.
Closing the tile in the ceiling, she turned the smile on her newest prey, grinning in triumph before knocking him unconscious.
"Xia-Ling!"
Everyone raced down the hall at Fang-Fang's shout. The Chinese boy was moving a chair over to a certain spot in their room, his eyes staring at the ceiling in horror.
"What's going on?" Tsukune gasped, out of breath.
"Xia-Ling disappeared into the ceiling." Fang-Fang replied, panic-stricken at the thought of his best friend being in peril.
"Disappeared into the ceiling?" Miyabi asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, we have to get him out of there."
"Are you insane?" Ura demanded, moving forward from the back of the group and pulling the boy back down. "The person who took him could still be up there waiting for you to do something as stupid as that. You can't just go sticking your head into enemy territory. We need to figure out a different method."
"What other method could there be, Ghost-child?" Fang-Fang spat, rounding on her. Ura took a step back in shock at the name. Omote moved closer to her sister, but Ura had already regained her composure.
"Fine!" the red-eyed girl snarled, turning and storming from the room. "Go ahead and stick your head into the ceiling. Get your eyes stabbed out and your tongue ripped from your mouth; I don't care."
All eyes followed the silver-haired figure, trembling in rage as it was. Fang-Fang felt hurt flash across his chest and then he felt a sharper pang of guilt. He hadn't meant to use the old nickname; everyone was well-aware of the children that had teased Ura in her childhood, causing her to become so closed off from everyone except her sister.
Omote glanced to Fang-Fang before hurrying after her sister, wanting to catch up before Ura did something she would later regret.
"Ura?" The other girl didn't slow her stride, continuing along the hall and down the stairs. "Ura, where are you going?"
"Away from all of those idiots." The red-eyed girl snarled. "As far away from them all as I can possibly get."
"Ura, he didn't mean it." Omote tried to soothe her sister. "It was a slip of the tongue. He's just worried for his friend and his emotions are running high. We're all on edge-."
"That's no excuse and you know it, Omote!" Ura hissed, rounding on the pinkette. Omote stopped in her tracks, green eyes downcast at her sister's pain.
"I know it's not an excuse to treat you this way, but they're afraid. They don't know what else to do."
Ura sniffed and turned away, continuing along the corridor away from her sister. Omote watched her go before turning away and making her way back to the group upstairs, deciding that her sister needed some time to cool down.
"Where's Ura?" Aqua asked when the pink-haired girl walked back into the room where Fang-Fang and Kokoa were having an intense swordfight.
"She walked off. I left her alone; she needs to cool her head and she does that best when she's alone."
"You left that murderous freak to walk the hallways alone?" Kurumu shrieked, grabbing the girl's shoulders and shaking her. "Are you insane? She could be stalking the halls now, waiting for one of us to-."
Omote raised her hand and slapped it across the azulette's cheek. Kurumu recoiled, holding her cheek in shock as the entire group turned to the green-eyed girl, Fang-Fang and Kokoa both frozen with surprise at the gentle girl doing something so violent.
"Leave… my sister… alone." Omote growled, her eyes closed much the same way Ura's would be when she was trying to control herself. "She hasn't done anything to you so you have no right to treat her this way, any of you."
"She's killing us." Fang-Fang pointed out, receiving a slap from Kokoa's blade hilt.
"And what basis are you going off of?" Omote asked, crossing her arms and cocking her hip the same way her twin did.
"Well… she always disappears before someone turns up dead." Fang-Fang replied.
"And she has a solid reason to be gone." Omote retorted, her eyes narrowing.
"She's really good with that blade she's carrying around and she said that you left the weaponry to her." In response, Omote gave a pointed look at the sword in the boy's hand and Fang-Fang blushed.
"She's always so closed off and secretive from the rest of us."
"And from the way you're treating her now, I can see why." Omote huffed, turning on her heel and looking over her shoulder at them. "It's not just her fault she's so reclusive. You would all do well to remember that."
The pinkette walked forward a step and bumped into something. With a short huff of breath, Omote looked up and froze at the sight of her sister covered in blood from head to toe. Ura's hair was matted to her head and her nightdress had been dyed from violet to burgundy. A pool of blood rested at her bare feet and more was dripping down to join the puddle.
They all stared, petrified as the blood-covered albino moved forward, panting slightly. Ura stared around at them all before licking her fingers and rubbing them across her eyes to clear some of the blood dripping into them.
"I've found Xia-Ling."
Ah. Honestly, the image I get when I think of everyone's favorite vampire covered in blood makes me think of a hotter more badass version of Carrie. Ya just gotta love Inner Moka. Anyway, review and tell me how you like this new change in events.
