Tuesday, October 12, 2004

whee...
S-chan tried to rope me into Power of the Pen, which I was rejected from last year when I actually had the time XD So, instead of visiting Mr. Feegis(sp?), I will spend my "creative writing talents" on myOtaku...when I feel like it XD

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Untitled: an Inuyasha Fanfiction
by skakujou
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A cloud of dust attacked me as I pulled the door open, catching me off guard. I choked and backed away, eyes watering.

"Hayako-san, when was this room last cleaned?" I coughed, trying to retain some sense of respect. It had been a while since I'd been a victim to so much dust, even though jii-chan always waved antiques in my face, ready to spew out a long winded tale.

The old woman chuckled, handing me a mask.

"It hasn't been touched since the last landlord owned it. No one's bothered to clean it."

"They were probably too afraid they'd die of suffocation," I quipped, sliding the mask over my face.

She pulled the door open once again, waving away the remains of the cloud. I stepped in cautiously, the old boards of the apartment floor creaking as I made my way across the floor. It wasn't too spacious, as it only had one kitchen and two bedrooms, along with a tiny sitting area right in the middle.

A few gray sheets draped over the floor, the windows left with broken curtain hangers. The ceiling hung low over my head, even though I wasn't that tall.

But overall it wasn't too intimidating. I still didn't know why this woman had hired jii-chan to examine this room.

"If I may ask, what am I looking for in here?" I inquired.

'And I can't sense anything remotely threatening...no jyaki.' I silently added.

The woman thought to herself for a moment, the wrinkles on her face creasing as she frowned.

"Lately, the residents on this floor have been complaining of a disturbance, most of the time by music." I scratched my head.

"Maybe it's just someone who likes to listen to their music late at night?" I suggested. Hayako shook her head, clearing her throat.

"Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be the case. These are the older residents, who I can assure you do not blare radios at night. From what I can tell," she swept a hand at the room, "the music has been coming from this room."

An eyebrow lifted, noting the situation.

"Ah, so you're saying it might be some disturbed spirit that's still attached to this apartment?"

This story strangely reminded me of Mayu. Hopefully it wasn't, that was one event that was a bit heart-breaking.

"I can't say that, as I have no experience in this field. This is why we hired you, Higurashi-san."

"Aa. I see." I replied, deciding to take Miroku-sama's old wise act. I smiled reassuringly.

"Well then: I'll have to see what I can do, now won't I?"
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