Paralogue 2
Part 1
Ghost aren't real... Right?
The skies above were thick and heavy with dark clouds looming ominously overhead. A chill breeze carried tiny drops of water through the air, whispering of a coming storm.
Under the storm, a lone island lay, holding a single structure. The heavily gothic architecture of the giant estate looked older than time, scarlet droplets blanketing parts of the walls. Lightning cracked through the clouds, sending shadows dancing across the windows. Its walls were weathered, dark paint peeling off to reveal the wood underneath. The windows were made of thick, beveled glass and were rather small. The grass around the ancient structure was overgrown and unkempt with the occasional flower poking its head out from the soil. The front door had long since been replaced, yet the original knockers remained, rusted and covered in cobwebs, lightning crackling once more to illuminate the small, eight-legged critters scurrying along the structure.
And in front of this ancient building stood four brave warriors, prepared to take on whatever dwelled inside.
"Nope!" The smallest of their party immediately turned heel to walk away. A hand on her shoulder stopped her despite her legs continuous motion away from the manner—her movements increasing upon realizing she was being dragged further from the shore.
"We haven't even been inside yet, brat."
"But Dad!" The girl protested, her heels now digging up dirt as they futilely tried to halt their advance towards her doom. "Lightning, creepy mansion, broken windows, skeletons, eerie background music—this SCREAMS 'death flag'! Whatever is in there is clearly meant to be left alone!"
The shinobi rolled his eyes. "You're overreacting."
"I am NOT! This is EXACTLY like the movies, and I'M that one friend who has the brains to know this is CLEARLY a REALLY bad idea!"
Behind the blondes, Lucina looked to the tactician quizzically. "What's a movie?"
Robin shrugged, "Beats me."
Stopping at the cobwebbed door, Naruto looked to the spawn with her feet currently off the ground and into his ribs in hopes of freeing herself from his grip. "If you're so scared, then just wait outside." He suggested. The girl looked even more appalled.
"Are you mad? Splitting up is the NUMBER ONE thing NOT to do in a horror movie! I'll surely be the first to die! And even if I'm not, I'll be the only one left when you're all gone! Be considerate for my-"
*CLANG CLANG CLANG*
Morgan's heart practically dropped to her knees as the sound of the knocker rang from its use. It paled further when her father continued the action after a few seconds of no answer.
"Helloooooooooo! Anyone home? Did a guy and two little girls come here? Heeeellloooooooooooooo!" The man continued, not letting up on his voice or the continuous clanging of the knocker despite his daughter's fearful protest.
Surprisingly (or not so surprising), something happened.
Slowly and creakily, the wooden doors opened, the sound of uncoiled gears echoing eerily in the silence that followed. Through the opening, pitch black met their eyes. Lightning flashes illuminated the inside for but a moment, giving the group a momentary glimpse of the long, dark corridor awaiting them.
Morgan increased her efforts.
Ignoring the girl, the group marched forward and disappeared into the darkness, ready for whatever was to come.
...
Upon entering, the doors behind them immediately creaked shut. Morgan gestured dramatically at the phenomenon as if it proved her point, but like always, went completely ignored. The darkness that had impeded their vision had given way to natural light via the front windows. Of course, it was still dark, but they could see the outlines of the open space in front of them now.
Despite its outside appearance, the inside did not look as eerie. Where the wood and paint outside were old and peeling, the inside was anything but. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, its mini jewels reflecting the little light from the windows around the corridors. Massive stairs curled around the edges of the room, leading to other corridors with violet rugs covering the structure. The floors were wooden, yet not a creek sounded from them. It was all a great contrast to the image they had before entering.
Robin went to summon a flame spell for the group, but was beat to it by the shinobi pointing something towards the stairs. Instantly, they could see everything in front of them with clarity through a beam of light.
"It's a flashlight," the man said upon noticing the gazes of the Archanean residents. "Something from my homeland. I'd explain how it works, but truthfully, I don't, and we're short on time. So, the short and simple version is its an improved candle that can be turned on and off."
Accepting the explanation, as little as it really told them, the group turned back to the new problem at hand.
"How should we approach?" Lucina asked, to which Robin immediately had an answer for.
"If we are to cover more ground, then it's best if we split-"
"NO!" Morgan immediately shot down. "Did you not hear what I said before? Splitting up is the. Number. One. Killer! And if we're going by the algorithm, the short, cute, innocent, and scared one is always the SECOND to die! Uh uh, we stick together and that's final!" She finished, a growl leaving her upon the tactician's attempt to placate her.
"Don't worry. Got it covered, kiddos." Putting his fingers in a cross, 12 identical Naruto's appeared in a puff of smoke. Immediately, the blonde started giving orders. You, you and you, check the right corridors. You, you, you, you, and you check upstairs. The rest of you, guard the door. Me and the kids will check the left. If you find something or something happens, deal with it, or one of you pop to let me know."
With a shout of 'sir, yes sir' the clones all blurred towards their given destinations. Pleased, Naruto turned to the rest of the group. "Well then, shall we get going?"
The three gave no argument and moved forward, Morgan following along via clinging to her father's arm as if he'd disappear if she let go.
...
They stepped lightly, barely speaking, as if scared to disturb some unseen force of darkness. The only sounds were the tapping of their feet and the maddening rumble of thunder off in the distance. No one wanted to be the first one to speak, the storm being a constant reminder of the power of nature and, in a way, a reminder of their own mortality.
Despite the tone, the décor of the mansion gave mixed signals. The furniture looked unused, pristine, even. The walls were adorned with photos of scenery while the sweet smell of lavender lingered in the air. And yet, the knight armor and goblin statues standing tall every 10 feet did enough to spread the feeling of doom. If not for their brave leader, they'd surely have already fallen into-
"Stop narrating us, Old Man!" Morgan finally snapped, much to the amusement of her father.
"Just filling the silence, kiddo. Somebody's gotta kill this tension." Naruto said.
"I think I preferred the silence." Lucina joined in.
"Oho, since when did you get cheeky, Princess?"
"I simply prefer we proceed in silence rather than listening to you flaunt your prowess."
"Aaaawww, but it's my job as the teacher to tease my cute little students! My teacher did it, and the teacher I had after that did as well. I'd be breaking tradition if I didn't do the same thing."
"And you think it is appropriate to be carrying out such a pointless act in our current situation."
The blonde gasp dramatically at the bluenette's words. "You take that back, Princess! It is NOT pointless! It's called BONDING. BONDING! How else am I meant to bond with my students if I can't tease them?"
"There are better ways, and times, to 'bond' with your comrades. Insulting, embarrassing, and annoying them is not one of them."
"Bah, your generation just doesn't know how to take a joke."
"Japes are one thing, but actively going out of your way to harass us is-"
"WAH!"
The argument ceased to be replaced by a scream followed by the clanking of armor. Looking down, they found the disassembled parts of armor that had been standing not too long again. Looking up, a kunai was found imbedded into the wall. Looking to the shinobi showed the culprit with a shaking arm still outstretched.
Morgan, shaking like a leaf, went from hugging her father's arm into wrapping her entire body around the man's torso, much like a sloth to a tree. Turning to her fellow gender, hands on their weapons and now looking at her confusedly, Morgan tried explaining herself.
"Th-th-th-the armor! I-i-it moved!" She said, hoping they would understand. Both looked back down at the nonresponsive plates before looking back at the girl with raised brows. "I-I swear it did! It looked right at me when you guys were talking!" Morgan explained further, yet the disbelief on the two was clear to see.
"This is no time for games." Lucina stated plainly, her hand leaving her sword to cross her arms.
"Inanimate objects don't move," Robin said, looking back to the wall where the kunai remained unmoved, "Unless you force it to."
Seeing the disbelief on her friends, she peered up at the only one she knew would believe her—tears and hope in her eye.
"Dad *sniff* you believe me, right? The armor really did move *sniff*."
The smile the shinobi gave was loving. "Ghost don't exist, kiddo." He said, rubbing her hair affectionately. "But if you say the evil armor moved, then the evil armor moved. "
"This is ridiculous," Lucina growled angrily, her patience finally waning. "If you two are going to continue treating this like a game, then I'll have to find them myseaAAAAH!?"
*SHING*
*CLANG*
The group's attention was now aimed at the shriek. Light shined behind the bluenette. A helmetless suit of armor greeted them. Looking down, they found the helmet spinning rapidly in circles before coming to a stop on its side. Three sets of eyes then landed on the back of the perpetrator. Sword drawn and unmoving, the girl made no attempt to drop her guard despite the clear victor of the admittedly short duel.
The lull was broken by whispers.
"Dad, Lucy screamed. Like a girl."
"And it sounded kinda cute, too."
Lucina's face grew scarlet at the accusations, immediately turning to defend herself. "S-something touched me!" She tried, remembering the sensation of something brushing briefly against her neck. The dry stares she got in turn made her grow a shade darker. "I-I'm serious! I FELT it!"
"Doesn't feel good to be outed as a liar, huh?" Morgan said condescendingly, Lucina shrinking slightly at her own hypocrisy.
While the three continued to bicker, Robin observed the dismantled armor. Reaching down, she scooped up the sword it had previously held.
The edges were sharp.
It was unexpected. Typically, for ornaments like this, the edges are dulled, or the steel used isn't nearly as dense to save on cost and material. If the manner had children, then all the more reason to not have weapons casually lying around for them to be hurt—more so with so many around. On top of that, they all looked damn near brand new, yet there was no one around to observe their artwork. Something definitely wasn't right about this manner...
The moment the thought came to mind, her head snapped down. Eyes alert, she stared at the dismantled armor.
Her breath caught.
"G-guys?"
The party paused in their banter to look to the back of the tactician who was cautiously backing away from something. Light shone down on the armor, telling them all they needed to know.
The armor Morgan had swiftly dismantled was moving.
The party of four watched as the armor started to piece itself back together. They watched in wide-eyed astonishment as pieces of armor slowly floated up from the ground and folded themselves into place around an unseen form—the pieces shimmering and glowing with a faint blue light as each piece found their place. It was almost like someone had coded a robotic armor with complex magical circuits, yet no machine or spell that they knew of had ever had such capabilities.
Whole again, the party stared with held breaths.
It reached to the tactician-
*CLANG*
*CLATTER*
In remembrance of earlier actions, the armor fell apart once more from a kunai that had entered and exited the plate armor.
Strikes of lightning filled the lull after the second dismantlement of the ornament.
It was Morgan who finally broke it with hysterics. "I WAS RIGHT! I KNEW IT! THIS IS A HAUNTED MANSION! WE SHOULD HAVE NEVER COME HERE! I SHOULD HAVE STAYED ON THE BOAT! OH GODS, I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE REAPED-OW!" Her tangent came to a screeching halt from a finger flunking her center mass. A glare up at the man she was holding onto spoke of the culprit.
"Calm down, brat," he said, loosening her grip on him to walk over to the unmoving pile of evil.
"Calm down? Calm DOWN? How can I calm down after what we just saw!"
"Because, this is all, obviously, the machinations of whoever owns this place." He stated, stooping down to get a closer look at the armor. "I can't sense much in this mansion, but I can sense the chakra coming from this thing since it first started moving. It was faint—weaker than that even of a baby, but just enough to get these joints moving. May look scary, but definitely not what you think they are."
"T-then how can you explain what just happened?" Lucina asked, sounding more meek than she meant to.
"Chakra strings," he replied swiftly. "It's not common here, but was very so back in my world. Seeing that your world is based on the same properties as my own, and I've seen mages levitate books or connect their mana to objects, I would say that is what happened here."
That seemed to quell any fear Lucina once had, it being replaced with embarrassment for even considering such superstitious bollocks to actually exist. Likewise, Morgan wanted to believe in his words, but there were still doubts she had with his speech. As such, she spoke up, "Th-then how do you explain the lights? There's no other explanation other than it being a-"
"Ghost don't exist." The man said once again, such surety in his voice that it sounded more like a fact of life than his opinion. "Neither do spirits, for that matter. There is always a scientific explanation for everything, and anything that can't be simply means you do not currently possess the knowledge to explain what you are witnessing."
"How philosophical." Robin spoke, curious on the man's philosophy. "And I suppose you know the answer to Morgan's concerns?"
To her surprise, he shrugged, "Don't know, honestly. Could have been the effects of the chakra, could have been been some light fixed inside of the armor. Either or," he scooped up the helmet of the armor set. Morgan immediately cowered behind Lucina, the Princess herself ashamed of the way she'd stepped back at the same action. "This guy, is a product. Very convincing, but you'd have to try a lot harder to fool a-"
The members of the party stared confusion at the man's sudden pause in dialogue.
"Huh. All of my clones just suddenly popped." The revelation caused them all pause as they looked to the only male of the group.
"D-did something *gulp* g-get them?" Morgan said, the thought of something getting the best of her father multiple times igniting the flame of fear within her once more.
"Not, exactly." He answered, the uncertainty in his voice doing nothing to quell the girl's anxiety. "They weren't 'attacked' per se. Nothing 'hit' them, is what I'm trying to say. It was more of an, internal, attack. On top of that, I didn't get any of their chakra back... Weird." A hand came up to massage his beard as he tried pondering the cause of such an unknown phenomenon. "What's say you, Kurama? Know what's going on here?"
The silence of the fox within him should have been the third sign that something was terribly wrong—the first being the walking armor, and the second being the disappearance of his clones.
"Hey, Raven," the blonde spoke, slowly turning to the tactician who looked back to him quizzically. "Do me a favor and throw a fireball at me."
The albino's brow rose in confusion, but did not hesitate at the opportunity to cause harm to the shinobi. A hand was raised towards him and her mana was already flowing before the strangest thing happened.
That is, nothing—nothing happened.
Robin looked down to her hand as if seeing it for the first time. Seconds later, her eyes widened as she realized why the shinobi had asked such a request out of nowhere.
"I, can't mold my mana." She revealed, Lucina and Morgan immediately reaching within to confirm the tactician's claim. Their fears were confirmed—to the horror of Morgan.
"Uh, kids," he finally spoke aloud. For the first time since they've known the man, they could hear a hint of genuine fear in his voice. "We, just might, have a bit of a problem on our-"
GET OUT!
Everyone eyes searched their surrounding to find the source of the eerie deep voice.
GET OUT!
Their search became more frantic and hands immediately went to weapons upon mist beginning to manifest from the walls. Soon after, the temperature seemed to have dropped on a dime and the group could suddenly feel multiple gazes on them.
GET OUT!
Clanking all around them forced their around them and on the suits of armor that, one by one, came to life around them. Like the two before them, the ornaments flickered blue before flames ignited in their helms. Like well oiled cogs, they all stepped off of their display, their weapons being held loosely to their sides.
Then all at once, their helms turned in the direction of the stunned group.
GET OUT!
Naruto looked ready to 'reassure' them that there was a 'scientific' explanation for all of this.
Whatever he had planned to say was forcibly swallowed down, not by the suits of armor, but by a figure.
GET OUT!
From further down the hall, footsteps echoed between the clanking of plates. Then came the scrapping metal, followed by a red cloak. Naruto held the light towards the illusive figure, the constant jumping of the beam being a clear indicator of his current mental state. The light illuminated the figure in its entirety, yet there was one thing that made even the stoic bluenette's stomach drop in dread.
Blue, flaming eyes stared back at them, and holding those orbs was a translucent silhouette they almost couldn't see despite the light clearly on it.
A fiery smile grew on its see through form, followed by a deep, chilling voice that belied its feminine frame—its words reverberating through the hall and causing the threats around them to ready their weapons towards the only living occupants.
GET! OUT!
Have you ever run for your life?
Like, really RAN—as if death himself was just inches from touching you? Yes? No? If you haven't, then it's like gaining a new superpower you never had.
Through the fear, your lungs push your body to limits not even you thought possible. You suddenly have but one thought on your mind while your vision is suddenly tunneled—your escape being the only goal that matters. You lose sight of the things around you, and whatever courage you thought you had is buried beneath a wall of regrets and panic. Even your morals go out the window as you try desperately to cling to your existence.
As much as he hated to admit it, Naruto mirrored this and more.
Standing at a dead end in the mansion, the Uzumaki could be found frantically pulling on a door that, despite his desperation and strength, refused to open. Behind him, Robin crossed blades with one of the 'possessed' while Lucina valiantly held off the rest. Problem was, no matter how many they dismantled, the armor would simply reverse any damage done to it and put themselves back together. Naruto had gone as far as to completely shatter the plates despite his current lack of chakra. Watching the plates put itself back together after being shattered immediately drained any fight he held within him, leaving 'running' as their only option. Neither of them knew how long they had been running, but despite the group's attempts to oblige the ghost's demands, they had found that escape was not at all possible. The front door was bolted shut, the windows were unbreakable, and even the walls felt as if they were made of steal despite it clearly being wood.
Now, they were cornered, Naruto desperately trying to open their one and only chance of survival, Morgan was cowering in a corner, Robin was out of breath, Lucina was not too far behind in fatigue, and the feeling of their impending doom ran shivers along their skin.
"Open. You. Fucking. Door!" Naruto demanded, shoulder-checking the immovable structure to no avail.
"Get that door open already!"
"What do you think I'm doing, Princess! It! Won't! Open!"
Suddenly, the air temperature dropped once more. Eyes widening and against their battle instincts, they all looked away from their tasks to stare over the wall of armor advancing on them. Walking on the ceiling, scythe in hand and frost covering their every step, fiery eyes and an equally fiery smile stared back at them.
GET! OUT!
Turning back to the door, Naruto took a few steps back, readied himself, then lunched forward and-
BANG!
Tackled the door clear off its hinges. Looking back from the ground, he beckoned the rest of them inside. Wasting no time, Robin immediately broke the stalemate with her opponent via kicking its feet from under it while Lucina bought them time by pushing the one nearest to her into the wall of armor. Both women were in the room in the same time it took to count to 3 with Morgan crawling quickly behind. Once they were clear, Naruto took the chance to lift the door and place it back into its proper place. Holding it steady, he immediately turned and began moving the nearby bookshelf over the door. The rest were quick to help, the group finding any and everything to block the door. When they were done, an unstable wall of furniture impeded the structure. The horde was banging against the door, its force pushing the barricade back slightly each time, but nevertheless, the door held. It wasn't easy or even that secure, but it was strong enough.
Relief filled the group as they all clumped down against the barricade in various heaps.
Lucina, the only one standing via leaning against a nightstand, quelled her exhaustion to glare at the only male in the group.
"What was that?" She spat, the man looking up to the bluenette from his position on the ground.
"You got something to say to me, Princess?" He said back, not looking at all bothered by the girl's accusatory stare.
"Back there," she said, as if the man was meant to already understand what she was talking about. When he turned an incredulous eye on her, her anger rose, "Back there, you were not only the first to run, but left us all to fend for ourselves. I know you to be many things, but never would I have even dreamed craven to be one of them."
"Oh, screw you, Princess!" Naruto shot back, his fist shaking angrily before him. "We all got fears we ain't proud of! Mine just so happens to be the one thing in this world whose ass I can't kick, but can kick mine! Sue me if I'm not particularly interested in getting my ass kicked, and possibly my soul reaped!"
"B-but I thought you said ghosts didn't exist?" Morgan piped in.
"They don't!... Well, they didn't. There was only one back in my world, and its a God. The rest were... I thought I was just... GAH, it's this stupid world! It defies what's supposed to be natural and supernatural!"
"Regardless of what is and isn't, can we focus on the situation at hand?" Robin interjected before any more arguments could be started. "Naruto, you have the most experience out of us all. Got any ideas here? Or know why our mana isn't responding?"
The man looked down in thought, a hand coming to his face to massage his beard. "Not, necessarily. Nothing like this has happened to me before... Well, something did, but nothing during that time is particularly useful here. This, has to be some sort of Genjutsu. It's the only thing I can think of to logically explain what's going on here."
"Gen, jutsu?" Robin said quizzically.
"An illusion. Yeah, I know, not very common here, if at all. Unfortunately, as much as I'd like that to be the case, Genjutsu doesn't work on me—and if I'm not in a Genjutsu, then you're for sure not."
"And how are you so sure of that?" Lucina questioned. In response, the shinobi firmly grabbed one of his fingers and-
*CRACK*
The group all cringed at the action. Holding his hand up, the blonde presented the broken index finger to the rest of the group. "This amount of pain would have been more than enough to break whatever Genjutsu I was in. If that failed, then disrupting my chakra flow would give the same result. Sadly, this also means that whatever is going on is not an illusion, and whatever's out there," he aimed a thumb behind him, "is 100% real, and we're 100% fucked." The reminder of their situation made the mood in the room dim.
"Well, sitting here isn't going to solve anything. Check around the room. Maybe we'll be able to find something useful." Robin said, to which the group obliged.
It didn't take long for them to realize the futility of the command.
They were in a 50 by 50-square-foot room. Thanks to their game of fort, everything in the room had been stacked against the door, giving them an excellent view of the room. Aside from the lone candle that lit the room from the wall, there was nothing else of note. No windows, no doors, no chimney, no real way for them to escape. It was terrible design. Whoever the architect was, Naruto, and likely the others, were ready to wring the man's neck for the lack of thought put into the room. It had only been five minutes and they had already foregone any hope of getting out of the room if it wasn't through the door they'd already come out of.
"Whelp, we're fucked." Naruto, once again, so elegantly summed up their predicament.
"Maybe not." Robin retorted, everyone turning to the tactician who seemed to have something on her mind. "I don't know what's controlling those things, but I'm almost certain that someone's in this mansion, and they are using a Silencing Staff to block our mana flow."
"The hell is that?" Naruto asked.
"It's a special staff capable of sealing the flow of mana temporarily in a given area." Lucina answered. "They are said to be used to take groups of mages from battle to make it easier for grounded units to advance. What's better is that they don't even realize the spell has been cast until they try molding their mana. It is also capable of disabling even the most capable mage and can last up to an hour-which is typically more than enough time to deal with the mage before the spell wears off."
"...That kinda sounds like cheating." Morgan gave her input.
"There is no such thing. Those who put honor above their need to live typically don't live long on the battlefield." Robin chided Morgan, the girl puffing her cheeks in response while her father brought up another point of interest.
"Wait, if something this broken really exists, then why is this the first time I'm hearing of it, and why doesn't everyone use it?"
"It is because not many are capable of using them, or even willing." Lucina answered once more. "Silencing Staffs are very practical on parchment. However, only the most capable of mages and priests are capable of using them at a distance where they have no need to fear the retaliation of their target. But even so, use it too close and you subject yourself to the same effects. It is a double-edged sword that is better used for subterfuge than on the battlefield."
"I see," Naruto nodded, seemingly understanding the explanation given. "So, what I'm getting from this is, if we wait about 50 more minutes, then our Mana will return and we can put up a better fight and hopefully bust our way out of here, no?"
"That is where I was going, yes." Robin confirmed, to which the blonde smiled wide and proceeded to get more comfortable in his position against the couch he'd been leaning against. "Whelp, then we got our plan, guys. Kick back, relax, and soon I'll bus us all outta-"
*CRACK*
Naruto unwillingly jolted at the movement of the makeshift barrier. The unmistakable sound of splintering wood registered to him next, forcing him to turn around and look to what the rest had their eyes on.
*CRACK*
Another shift of the barrier and the blonde was on his feet.
*CRACK*
Another shift and books flew from the bookshelf blocking the door.
*CRACK*
Another shift and the beginnings of something sharp poked past the remaining books on the shelf.
Sticking out of the bookshelf was a curved blade. A familiar curved blade.
*CRACK*
One more shift and the blade of a Scythe peaked through in all its glory. Like something straight out of a horror show, the blade retracted at a slow and, no doubt, deliberate pace, the splinting of wood echoing in the sudden silence. Through the hole and into the darkness that lay behind the shelf, a flame peered through the abyss.
A flame belonging to the demon they all dreaded seeing again.
None of them needed to see the thing's face to know the way its eye curled in delight meant the smile of a demon was hiding behind that door.
GET! OUT!
A/N: It is actually cannon that Naruto is afraid of ghost, not just something I came up with. Man spent an entire filler arc freaking out, which also shows he is spiritually aware (take that how you will Bleach fans). Use that same fear, turn it into denial, and now you have this chapter. Was thinking of making it longer, but felt this was the best time to cut it off.
And I lied. Said there would be a reveal this chapter, but obviously, it ain't here ._.
Will definitely be here next chapter though! I swear!
Nise No Kishi: Yo, welcome back! As for your question, I have (in a sense) taken that suggestion. It is somewhat like you say, but not 'exactly' I would give more on it, but don't want to ruin anything for the future. All I can say is that by the half point of this story you will know what I mean.
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