Part two, also written by Choco
(I am unblame- able. I'm just the plot creator.)
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Synopsis:
Sato Yuri returned to his mansion and senses a weird smell stirring up in house. When he wakes up the next morning, he finds blood around his room.
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He ran across the hall, and yelled in horror as he saw his family portrait. It had the same words etched onto it.
‘Oka-san? Otou-san!? Moriko-san!? Yuki-chan!!!!!’ He screamed. ‘Where are you!???’
He ran downstairs, only to smell the smell of corpses again. It reeked so badly. He looked around frantically. Until he stepped onto a puddle of water… Wait… why was the water… red??
He gasped when he saw where the puddle came from. It was a dried, red figure. Yuri licked his lips, and walked towards it. It was wrinkled like a prune.
‘Oh my god…’ He gasped. ‘Oka-san…’
Yuri bit his lip and walked further. He walked slowly towards the toilet. The floor was wet with blood. He saw his father in his bathrobe on the floor, equally as red and dried. He gulped.
He walked out of the room quickly.
‘Moriko-san?? Where are you?’ He screamed.
He ran upstairs to the maid rooms. Every bed had one bloody body on it. One, of which he identified as Moriko, whose arm was missing. He stepped on it.
‘No… No…’ he shook his head. ‘This can’t be happening…’
He walked slowly towards the baby’s room. He was so afraid.
He slowly pushed open the door and walked towards the crib. He gulped and looked into it. He started sobbing.
‘Yuki-chan…’ He cried. ‘Wake up! Yuki-chan!!!’
The baby didn’t wake up. She was just as red and sucked dry as every other corpse he found in the house.
He ran downstairs again. He looked into a mirror. Yuri cried.
‘What’s happening?’ He exclaimed to his reflection. Suddenly, he felt something moving. Yuri trembled.
From the mirror, he saw his bloody figure of a father stand up slowly.
‘Otou-san?! You’re still ali-’ He turned around, only to see his father wasn’t exactly alive, but was moving towards him like a zombie.
Yuri’s lower lip trembled. He backed away from his father. He raced out the door, away from the zombie. He looked at the lifeless body of his mother. It was moving too.
He looked up the stairs. Moriko was carrying baby Yuki, and leading the band of maids down.
‘What’s happening?’ He trembled. He reached the main door. He was surrounded by his zombie family now.
He stuffed the key into the keyhole, but it wouldn’t fit. He yanked the door open, but it wouldn’t budge.
‘Otou-san? Oka-san? Moriko-san…?’ He asked. They were moving so close to him now. Zombie-Moriko had put down the deformed baby.
The baby was crawling towards him slowly. Suddenly, the once adorable and innocent child stuck her tongue out, eyes turning blood red. Her tongue had turned long and snake like. Yuri let out a scream of horror.
Pitch Black.
‘Oi… Wake up…’ A voice called out.
Yuri opened his eyes, afraid the person talking to him was just as scary as the zombie baby. He shut his eyes tight and opened them slightly. He saw a pair of gorgeous light turquoise eyes.
He groaned and hit his bandaged head.
‘Don’t hit your head. It’s going to throw my effort down the drain.’ The girl said.
She helped him sit up. He turned around and saw the zombie pounding on thin air.
‘Wha-’ He exclaimed. The girl waved away.
‘We’re safe as long as they don’t break the barrier. They wouldn’t, as I am a model witch from where I come from…. Those are, obviously, living dead bodies. Need I say more?’
‘Who are you?’ He asked.
‘My name is Himitsu. I’m a witch.’ She said testily.
Not only were her eyes gorgeous, they were also filled with much arrogance. Yuri looked at her. She was dressed in a white cloak. Her hair was long, let loose and teal blue in colour. Her radiant, porcelain skin made her eyes look like glass.
‘Witch?’ Yuri asked confusedly.
‘Yes. I am a witch.’ Himitsu said testily once again. ‘Is it that hard to believe?’
Yuri pursed his lips. She was looking at the zombies.
‘You have lost your body.’ Himitsu said coldly to Yuri, but their eyes never met.
‘Pardon?!’ He exclaimed.
‘You’re just a mere soul walking, for god’s sake. Is it that hard to understand!?’ She snapped. For the first time, their eyes gazed at each other. Himitsu tore her gaze away.
‘Explain.’ Yuri said.
‘You’re no different than a dead man walking! You’re just a soul, of which could be gone just like that!’ She said, snapping her fingers.
‘How do I know if I can trust you?’ Yuri asked.
‘Oka-san? Otou-san!? Moriko-san!? Yuki-chan!!!!!’ He screamed. ‘Where are you!???’
He ran downstairs, only to smell the smell of corpses again. It reeked so badly. He looked around frantically. Until he stepped onto a puddle of water… Wait… why was the water… red??
He gasped when he saw where the puddle came from. It was a dried, red figure. Yuri licked his lips, and walked towards it. It was wrinkled like a prune.
‘Oh my god…’ He gasped. ‘Oka-san…’
Yuri bit his lip and walked further. He walked slowly towards the toilet. The floor was wet with blood. He saw his father in his bathrobe on the floor, equally as red and dried. He gulped.
He walked out of the room quickly.
‘Moriko-san?? Where are you?’ He screamed.
He ran upstairs to the maid rooms. Every bed had one bloody body on it. One, of which he identified as Moriko, whose arm was missing. He stepped on it.
‘No… No…’ he shook his head. ‘This can’t be happening…’
He walked slowly towards the baby’s room. He was so afraid.
He slowly pushed open the door and walked towards the crib. He gulped and looked into it. He started sobbing.
‘Yuki-chan…’ He cried. ‘Wake up! Yuki-chan!!!’
The baby didn’t wake up. She was just as red and sucked dry as every other corpse he found in the house.
He ran downstairs again. He looked into a mirror. Yuri cried.
‘What’s happening?’ He exclaimed to his reflection. Suddenly, he felt something moving. Yuri trembled.
From the mirror, he saw his bloody figure of a father stand up slowly.
‘Otou-san?! You’re still ali-’ He turned around, only to see his father wasn’t exactly alive, but was moving towards him like a zombie.
Yuri’s lower lip trembled. He backed away from his father. He raced out the door, away from the zombie. He looked at the lifeless body of his mother. It was moving too.
He looked up the stairs. Moriko was carrying baby Yuki, and leading the band of maids down.
‘What’s happening?’ He trembled. He reached the main door. He was surrounded by his zombie family now.
He stuffed the key into the keyhole, but it wouldn’t fit. He yanked the door open, but it wouldn’t budge.
‘Otou-san? Oka-san? Moriko-san…?’ He asked. They were moving so close to him now. Zombie-Moriko had put down the deformed baby.
The baby was crawling towards him slowly. Suddenly, the once adorable and innocent child stuck her tongue out, eyes turning blood red. Her tongue had turned long and snake like. Yuri let out a scream of horror.
Pitch Black.
‘Oi… Wake up…’ A voice called out.
Yuri opened his eyes, afraid the person talking to him was just as scary as the zombie baby. He shut his eyes tight and opened them slightly. He saw a pair of gorgeous light turquoise eyes.
He groaned and hit his bandaged head.
‘Don’t hit your head. It’s going to throw my effort down the drain.’ The girl said.
She helped him sit up. He turned around and saw the zombie pounding on thin air.
‘Wha-’ He exclaimed. The girl waved away.
‘We’re safe as long as they don’t break the barrier. They wouldn’t, as I am a model witch from where I come from…. Those are, obviously, living dead bodies. Need I say more?’
‘Who are you?’ He asked.
‘My name is Himitsu. I’m a witch.’ She said testily.
Not only were her eyes gorgeous, they were also filled with much arrogance. Yuri looked at her. She was dressed in a white cloak. Her hair was long, let loose and teal blue in colour. Her radiant, porcelain skin made her eyes look like glass.
‘Witch?’ Yuri asked confusedly.
‘Yes. I am a witch.’ Himitsu said testily once again. ‘Is it that hard to believe?’
Yuri pursed his lips. She was looking at the zombies.
‘You have lost your body.’ Himitsu said coldly to Yuri, but their eyes never met.
‘Pardon?!’ He exclaimed.
‘You’re just a mere soul walking, for god’s sake. Is it that hard to understand!?’ She snapped. For the first time, their eyes gazed at each other. Himitsu tore her gaze away.
‘Explain.’ Yuri said.
‘You’re no different than a dead man walking! You’re just a soul, of which could be gone just like that!’ She said, snapping her fingers.
‘How do I know if I can trust you?’ Yuri asked.
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Second part of Okaeri, written by Choco.
www.goddofthenewworld.blogspot.com
The post is posted by K.
www.lostandwhee.blogspot.com
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Okaeri is a fantasy story written for fun by two brain-dead students who have no sense of what they are doing.
Okaeri rightfully belongs to Choco and K. No copying or distributing in public without written permission from the two creators as listed above.
www.goddofthenewworld.blogspot.com
The post is posted by K.
www.lostandwhee.blogspot.com
___________________________________________________________
Okaeri is a fantasy story written for fun by two brain-dead students who have no sense of what they are doing.
Okaeri rightfully belongs to Choco and K. No copying or distributing in public without written permission from the two creators as listed above.
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