(Bermuda Triangle; 2009)
I walked down the hallways of my house, sighing in bored rum. For the past few years, I have haunted this house. And during that time, I found out that I could do almost everything I could do as a human, cry, eat (only sometimes though), drink, walk on solid ground (though I preferred to float around), sleep, and pick up stuff. I also found out that if I tried to walk out of the house, a bright white light will come out from the clouds, and try to pick me up. And, a small red circle would appear at my feet and try to suck me into the ground. But I always freaked out, and run back into the house.
I sighed again, walking towards the window. It was dark out, the stars shined brightly, almost too brightly. Ever since the day after my death, I have been either trying out my new abilities, or staring out this window. And my hatred for humanity grew worse every waking day of my afterlife.
Why did humanity have to be so cruel...?
I scoffed at the question. That, actually, was a very good question. I found myself asking that just about every of my after life. I shook my head, and looked back out my window. What I saw made my want to jump out of my ectoplasm.
A large group of men in uniforms were running from the shore line, each had a strange object in their hands. Some of them began to set up ... a glass cube? What on earth would those humans want with that strange thing? I growled when I realized that they were humans. If I weren't trapped in this house, I'd so be kicking some human booty right now!
A strange loud rumbling sound interrupted my thought. I looked the window again and saw them open one of the walls on the glass cube. I looked over a little ways from the cube, and saw 5 humans that didn't have the strange uniform on. I noticed that they were walking towards my house! Unable to move or phase through anything, I listened to their conversation.
"Jesus Christ, Wioshi," The blue skinned, shark-looking man, said. "Was there a war here or something?"
The African-American male with the spiky black hair nodded his head, presuming to be Wioshi. "Yes. The family that owned this house was murdered. The ghost I want is in that house." He pointed at my window. I flinched. He chuckled, putting on some weird eye-protector thing, and began to wave at me! "Hello, My First Born Daughter."
I gasped, but didn't move. How could he see me? Was he physic? Or was it those weird eye things? I didn't get to answer, for the blond-haired guy spoke up. "Wioshi, there are two ghosts here! Hmm."
Two ghosts? How could that be? I'm the only one here...I think...
I suddenly felt nervous. Was there another ghost besides me? Against my will, I whispered. 'Hello?' Nothing.
"Well," Wioshi said. "I'm only here for one ghost, Deidara. Now, help me get her out of the house."
Then, the African-American female with black hair in a skiky bun spoke up. "She's just a child! Leave her alone! She's been through a lot of shit!"
I tilted my head to the side. Why was she defending me?
"Listen to Suki," The red-haired boy said, lifting up a big, torn, brown book. "Ensuke doesn't deserve what you want her for!"
I gasped. How did he know my name?
"Silence, Sasori," Wioshi shouted at the red-head. "I'm growing irritated at the two of you!" He snapped his fingers and almost immediately, two guys in uniform came over and grabbed Sasori and Suki and dragged them off somewhere. When they were gone, Wioshi looked at Deidara and Kisame. "Get ready." Both of them nodded. I saw the blue one open up a bottle of tiny circles and plopped one into his mouth and offered the blond guy some. He shook his head. The blue dude shrugged and put them away.
Suddenly, there was this weird chanting coming from outside. Then, as if I was gripped by an invisible hand, my feet left the floor and began to float towards the door. I easily floated through the door, and drifted down towards the cube. Then, I saw the white light, and red circle begin to try and suck me in. "TSUKASA!" I screamed, almost by instinct.
".....Ensuke....." Was the response I got. Suddenly, I heard a fierce battle cry and saw men go flying into the air. But the chanting kept me from moving my body. With in thirty seconds, I was inside the glass cube. Unable to see what was going on on the outside world. Strange marking surrounded me.
Suddenly, the cube sealed behind me, stopping the chanting and releasing the hold on me. I began to panic, unsheathing my dagger, and began to throw myself at the cube. The symbols glowed red, but other than that, did nothing. I slammed my head against the wall, only to be ricocheted off the wall by the arrow in my head. I slid to the floor, tucked my arrow in between my knees, and began to sob.
(A few days later...)
I woke to my cell being moved around. I looked around nervously, whimpering. "What's going on?! What's that noise?!"
Then, the movement stopped completely, and the bottom of my cell fell away. I shrieked as I fell into another glass cube. Except this one was clearer, and bigger. I glanced up at the ceiling, the cube that had me captured was moving away, and a frost colored roof sealed the hole, trapping me in a dim-lighted cell.
Unwillingly, I looked around, and saw that the cube looked exactly like my room! Except the only difference were the glass walls with the weird symbols on them.
So this is what it's like to be captured?
To be trapped in a hell hole?
Forever?
My lips began to tremble as fresh hot tears began to roll down my cheeks. Forcing my legs to function, I ran to the bed, flung myself on it, and wept. I didn't even bother to try and think how I was able to cry. Instead, I just wept.
I wept for myself.
For Tsukasa.
And the fact I was trapped here forever.
...Alone...
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Hey! Well, this is part two! I'm going to write in order and stuff! The next ghost is Kakazu, The Torso!
X3
-Motoko