Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts From The Past ❯ He's Calling ( Chapter 2 )

Teti= 6 reviews so far, good, I expected less ^__^ anyway, sorry for the long waiting, but, as I said in chapter 3 of "Never Give Up", I'm waiting for my friend to find me something about Ancient Egypt. Unfortunately, I won't use Egyptian, because she said she can't translate that quote I gave her >.< damn Anck, I counted on you! Anyway, you won't be reading it, so I'm not worried if tomorrow at school I'll have a bad surprise for this comment ^__~ when will you buy a computer?!

If anyone wants to give me some advices about Egyptian Gods and their worship, they're the welcome

For Evi= see, I've posted chapter 2, so don't hurt me please V^o^V

At this very moment I'm not at school (thank God), so expect me, maybe, to post chapter 4 of "Never Give Up" too, if I can this morning or this afternoon

Oh, I forgot to say that this won't be a Sora-bashing fic… I'm surprised with myself… but still, Sora won't appear very often, so it's the same for me ^__^

Enjoy chapter 2 of "Ghosts from the Past"!!

GHOSTS FROM THE PAST

He's Calling

Kami-sama, that was a dream or what? Good grief, what a dream…

Yamato woke up relieved, it was only a nightmare. The previous night, Takeru's phone call, and then the blood in the shower, and those eyes…

The blonde shivered. Those eyes were the scariest thing he had ever seen, or rather, dreamed. So red, but not a nice, light red; it was almost crimson, like the colour of stagnated blood. No, stop thinking about blood.

He suddenly felt very cold, as if he was wearing nothing at all. Funny thing, he had his warmer pyjamas on, so, how could he feel cold? But then something hit him… the bed was very uncomfortable, he felt like he had slept on the floor…

He opened up his eyes, scared, very scared. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he knew why he felt that way. No, no, no, this can't be happening, no it was only a nightmare, how could it be real?

It was real. He was lying naked in the shower tube, but on the wall there was no trace of the blood that covered it before.Weird, I have to have imagined it, yeah, that's it, I only imagined it

He tried to calm himself, and maybe he did. But still, he was a little frightened. What if what he had seen, the blood and the eyes, were real?

Yamato pushed away those thoughts from his mind and, finally, had a long, relaxing, shower.

He went out from the bedroom and discovered that it was 11 o' clock. He had been unconscious for a hour. Only an hour, but to him it looked like the eternity.

He checked if there were any messages for him on the answering machine. None, he had been lucky. If anyone he knew had tried to phone him, they would have left a message.

He went to his bedroom and dressed himself quickly. It was Saturday and he had to practise with his band at 11.30. If he arrived late, Akira, Yukata and Takashi would have ripped his head off. They had a big gig in a few weeks and had to practise a lot to make a great show. Plus, he had to tell his musician friends they had to play at his brother's party and they had to find new songs for the event.

He had something in his mind, but he thought that the songs he had picked weren't suitable for an engagement party, so he had decided to leave his brother choose them.

He picked his bass guitar, his jacket and closed the house's door behind himself. Then the blonde started walking to the shed where he had to practise.

It was a warm winter day. There was a nice wind which was moving the few leaves left on the trees. Some late comer birds were resting on the dark branches, as if they were not ready yet to migrate to South.

Everything was so peaceful, and the teenage blonde felt more calm than thirty minutes ago. It was like all of his problems were slowly drifting away with the wind.

Remember, you're mine, you were meant to be mine even before you were conceived, you were mine, you're mine, you will always belong to me. You are a part of me.

Yamato froze. That voice again. Those words again. No, no, no. Not again. That voice. The owner of that voice… was the owner of those eyes. Those eyes meant blood.

Mine…forever and ever…

Yours…forever and ever…

Mine…forever and ever…

Yours forever and ever…

"STOP IT!!!!!!!" Yamato screamed, his head in his hands. People looked funny at him, but he didn't care; he only wanted it to stop. Please, please, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mine…mine, Princess, mine…forever…

Yours…yours, Master, yours…forever…

No…fight it Princess, fight it, fight it!!!!!

Now there was another voice. Before he heard only a low, horrific voice of what looked like an old man, and the other who probably belonged to a girl about his age. But now, there was a young man's voice, soft, caring… He almost froze… he knew this voice… it remembered him of someone, yet he didn't remember who. It was almost if this someone was from another time, another place, so far, far away from him, from another life.

Now, that's funny! Another life? Oh come on, he didn't believe in reincarnation, how could he know someone from another life? This went beyond the absurd.

He tried to push those words away from his mind, but it was easier say it than do it. They were always booming in his brain, sometimes quieter, sometimes louder. He felt like his head was going to explode. But then, everything stopped. Died away. Suddenly. He felt now deaf. It was like nothing had ever happened.

He tried to recover from the shock and went to practise. Hoping that everything had finished. To not have to hear those voice never again.

I'm yours, wait for me, I'm coming…you're close…I miss you…I'm coming Master…

He surprised himself murmur. OH NO! Now even my mouth betrays me!

It was like he couldn't control his body anymore. His mouth was telling words he wasn't thinking. His legs were moving of their own will and were taking him away from his way.

Coming…close…missed you…

He continued talking and walking, then he stopped seeing. It wasn't like he was blind. He saw. Only he saw something that wasn't there before. There was a big river, blue and green, some big exotic trees and a vast sandy lowland. Now, it wasn't vast. It was immense. A desert. Wait, how could there be a desert in the middle on Tokyo? And the river?? And those exotic plants??

They were all answers to whom he couldn't an answer.

Slowly, he felt his mind going blank. He felt very tired. The blonde couldn't keep his eyes open. Must…stay…awake…

Sleep Princess…time for reconciliation is closer…

Then he abandoned himself to the darkness. And with darkness came Him.

But, in the same time, his body kept on stirring in a well precise direction.

What pits, were not known.

End of Chapter Two

Teti= uhm, actually, I don't like very much how this chapter came out. Maybe it was too confusing, but it was intended to be this way. If you think I'm wrong, you only have to tell me how it was using the key below. ^___^ review, please?

Now, I would ask you a favor. If you could use 3 minutes of your time thinking about the journalists who were killed in Afghanistan, with the only fault of doing their job. One of them, Maria Grazia Cutuli, was a mother with three children. Please, think about them. Thanks.