Disclaimer: I do not own this story. Not planning to own it, but I love the story.

All setting and characters are taken from Hotta Yumi and Obata Takeshi's Hikaru no GO

Author's preamble: This story is different from the original story, although some settings are taken from the original and use here.

This is my 2nd story of writing Hikaru no Go after a long year and lost my writing touches, so I'm practicing and polishing them again. So FORGIVE ME if I could not explain, narrate, describe the story as specific and clear.

I'll try to rewrite and update it as I can until June 18 since that will be the start of the school year and have to vigoriously prepare for the revolting, blood-spitting crisis of my life.

Note: The story is narrated by Sai and Shindo's perspective

I will add Touya POV and others but it'll take a level of a experience writer so I'm just an amateur, so you know what i mean...It'll be messy! ^_^

Chapter 1

Beginning

~Shindo POV~

I woke up from the strong alarm of the clock near my bedside.

I could feel a vein popped out on my head, when I saw what time it is.

4.30 am. 4.30 in the friggin morning.

I know i turned off my alarm last night. I already planned to sleep all day.

After the Karate Tournament in Tokyo. I was deadtired, my body was aching, my bruise are visible all over my body. Although only one person was responsible for it.

"bloody -"

just thinking of that person, made my day worse than before.

I turned and turned on my bed, until I could feel my body awaking.

being awake in mind is completely different from being awake in body.

My body sometimes doesn't listen to me, like it has a mind of its own.

I turned 1 last time and got up on bed.

I broke a yawn, there's no way I can go back to sleep once I'm awake.

I stared lazily at the view outside my window, it was morning but the sun hasn't come up yet. but i never seen the sun rises, like ever, not in my lifetime, and my lifetime which is my 12 years of life.

the window was open, i must have forgotten to close it last night.

~sigh~

I got up, scratch my stomache, which somehow gave me relief and

close the window, the cool breeze gave me shivers and the stillness of the morning which i've never seen before, since i'm use in waking up at 8 in the morning, is eerie. like one of those horror movies Akari force me to watch, since she's afraid to watch alone. I mean " Why would you watch a horror movie if you're scared, is very confusing for me?"

I told her this, attempted to leave and Mitani, just comes out of nowhere and drag me along with her inside the Movie room at the Mansion.

Sometimes I wonder why our parents get along fine and yet we always argue, to even the most insignificant stuff.

and Sometimes I wonder why I was friends with a stalker and a scaredy cat. but i would never say it out loud to them, because as much as they annoy me, they are my childhood friends.

*Moo*

I tilted my head to the table near my bed.

*Moo* - my phone sms alert-

I let it sound 3 times, am satisfied and pick up my phone and read the message.

sms: Mitani

Hikaru, know you're awake

my house- 8 o'clock

sword

late or your dead

p. gate- front guards

I frowned. I was too lazy yesterday to look for the sword. My fault.

I must have set my alarm early and didnt bother to notice the set time.

I check the clock- 5 am

"hmmm, I still got a lot of time, why rush it"

I walk towards the bathroom which is a few walks away from my room, passed grandpas room, and freshen up.

"Grandpa, do you know where my old shinai sword is?

I forgot where I placed it"

"Oh, that thing, I remember Eina carrying it up the attic"

"the attic- bloo-fudge, that's so dusty up there and i just took a shower", I complained

Grandpa raised a brow, and returned to playing Go.

I've grown up spending my youth back and forth from the Mansion to Grandpa's Traditional Japanese House. I don't know if old people just prefer living in old traditional houses, or because old traditional houses allows only old people

but I have never seen a kid of my age, living inside the place, Never.

"Grandpa, can't you just order Eina to go get it?" , I called, but i knew once grandpa play Go, he can no longer hear his surroundings.

I grit my teeth, curse words in my head and stump towards the attic.

Mitani and I we'll be covered in dirt and sweat later on so old century attic dust doesn't matter really.

The attic is part of the house 2nd floor ceiling. I still wonder why the ceiling never gave away when the attic is filled with old, dusty, -Old ancestral stuff.

8th generation descendants even the youngest have to learn, even beaten to them the familys ancestors way back from the Edo period. My siblings and I were even taught how to know a fake from an orginal, Edo period and Heian antics artifacts and treasures.

We do not need to learn it on musuems and stuff, cause we have it there on the attack, countless treasures from the past, stored and allow to dust

honestly, I find old information useless, unless its Karate and Soccer and tips how to get a date, aside from that. I find them useless and trash, although my brain don't normally agree.

put it simply, my brain process, store, manage all the image I have seen everyday. Like a Gallery, Museum, hard drive that stores the information or displays them.

That is why the word, "I will forgive, but never forgets" come to life. I still believe i was the one who made that famous.

I headed to the stairs, with a structure of bookshelves on each side of the wall heading towards an old oak door.

The door has a complicated lock, system, only the me, grandpa and Eina knows how to open the attic door.

Old houses is prone to thief than Western houses with modern, up to date security system.

but Grandpa is a genius architect who build a lot of buildings which are know look upon as a state of the art mastercraft. I wanna be like him when I grow up.

I fiddled with the lock, i heard a click and sounds of mechanical system loosening and the door opened inside.

If Eina were here, I could just ask her to get the Sword [ shinai] inside but i have no clue where she is, so here I am dreading the silence and darkness of the attic.

I'm not scared at all. I just hate it when I can't see where I'm going or what i'm looking for when its dark.

I turn on the torch I brought with me. and flash it inside.

"where the heck is the Shinai?", I darted my eyes from every corner, in a hurry, then at the far corner, on top of boxes, lies the Shinai i was looking for.

I darted across the room. I was in such a hurry i didn't notice something blocking my path until it was to late.

*Crash*

*Thud*

*Bam*

*crash*

* Owww*

*cough-*

* stupid attic*

I curse under my breath, knowing no one can hear me

pushed books away from me. and fanning the air as i cough off the dust i inhaled

' stupid dust' i thought

I got up, sitted myself amongs the dust and rub my aching leg and feet, no scratch that. The thing i hit was hard and heavy that when i stumbled , i hit books piled at the side and toppled over me.

I haven't sparred with Mitani and I'm already aching and bruising over piles of books and solid objects, beneath my feet.

I cough a few more and when i'm sure there is less dust, i inhaled.

I look for my torch and found it lying under a wooden table

I focus the lights on the thing that i stumbled on.

A Goban?

why the heck is a Goban lying over here.

Eina must have forgotten to placed it properly and just left it here or it could be grandpa. He have strict orders not to touch anything stored in the attic.

We store them there, but we don't touch other stuff.

I move closer trying to set it aside so I won't trip when I leave.

Then when i move closer I saw blood stains on the Goban.

My eyes grow wide with worry. Blood stains!

I darted the lights to my aching leg...no...feet...not there either...

elbow...bruised but not bleeding...

it took me a moment to realize, if the blood isn't mine, then whose is it?

I remember our historical lessons of our ancestry and artifacts from the old era, some of the things store in the attic, are either spoils of war or trophy or stolen goods through clean or underhanded means.

underhanded- could be illegal, force removal, even kill to steal

suddenly I have cold sweats and I was shaking, my brain must have enjoyed it for it chose the right moment to display a slideshow of Akari horror movie collection

If I ever make out here alive, I'll make sure to send them in the recycling center and melted to whatever they serve their purpose.

my eyes darted from the door, my shinai, to the blood stains. My head was raising possibilities, and my sweat glands just loves to pump out more sweats even though its spring in Hokkaido.

' God! Oh Great Buddha. if you hear me. if I make out here alive, please let me beat up Mitani and burn Akari's DVD'

I close my eyes, inhaled quick breaths, darted and grab my Shinai, and made a run to the door, but before I could reach there. I could feel the air getting colder, the surroundings turning transparent, and my body getting heavier as I tried to approach the door.

Can you see it?

I felt my sweat froze, or maybe I was imagining it.

I must be panicking because I'm hearing voices in my head.

I ignore it and tried to open the door. I have opened that door countless of times that I could open it with my eyes close, but in that situation closing my eyes would be the end of me.

'Why is it not opening?'

I tried to pull it, bang it , kick it with full force

whatever is inside the attic, its still there, that cold temperature hasn't drop yet

'come on! -open- open you damn piece of useless wood'

Who are you?

there it is again, the ethereal voice from my head

doors not opening, room is freezing cold

I could run scenes after scenes from DVD about this situation, wracking my brain how to get out of this situation

I was prepared to find ways during situations where your lock in a room or can't get out. It was standard protocol for children at the age of 6, whom i recently learned was simply invented for us to escape during kidnapping or life or death situation per say, a burning building or sinking ship or a plane crush. Just the ordinary accidents, which to us attempted murder of our lives. yup, just standard

BUT

we were never thought how to handle yourself in a situation like this nor have I ever read a book titled " how to escape an attic with a ghost for Dummies"

If I get out here alive, I'll write a book for it

Can you hear my voice? You can, can't you?

I don't know how long was i standing there, but me-1, screams i need to get out, me-2 shouts Don't look behind you, me-3 was hysterical, me-4 is in a delusional state of facing the ghost and fighting it face to face, who cares if I wasn't trained an exorcist, I visit temples on weekends and offer flowers to my ancestors when during those days for family tomb visits, I even keep an amulet for victory inside my pocket. Being an exorcist is a piece of cake, me-5 is crying that horror movies exorcist all dies, one ay or another, me-6 goodbye my future life

me-7

with my eyes close, Shinai at the ready

Yes,I can

You can, YOU CAN! Almighty God, I thank you. I will now return...to the living world!

without thinking I turned around and a blinding light hit me-OH

Hikaru character here is different, so please bear with him for a while

SHinai- is a japanese wooden sword use in Kendo

Updates: ?/ I'm even asking myself this question

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